Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

Azusa Enomoto walked out of the kitchen carrying a fruit plate.

The troublesome Mitsuo Ueshita has left, and their new store manager is now sitting at the bar, looking very sad.

"Huh? Mr. Ueshita is gone?" Azusa Enomoto asked curiously.

"Yes."

Baichuan Qiu sat up straight and said calmly, "Mr. Ueshita and I appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him. He has now deeply realized his mistake and left."

"Huh?" Azusa Enomoto was very surprised.

As far as she knew, Mr. Mitsuo Ueshita didn't seem like a considerate guy.

"Really." Bai Chuanqiu said very seriously, "And he also asked me to help him convey his apology to you. He will reflect on his mistakes."

"That's it..."

Azusa Enomoto put down the fruit plate, wondering why Mr. Ueshita suddenly changed his temperament. His eyes moved down and landed on the bumpy bar counter.

"Eh?"

Azusa Enomoto was stunned for a moment and rushed forward to check: "Why are there so many small holes on it——"

Although this is not a good wood, it is definitely hard.

"Ahem, maybe it was bitten by a rat."

Bai Chuanqiu coughed lightly and said, "It's time to change this table. I always feel that it doesn't match the decoration of our cafe. It's a bit abrupt. Let's take this opportunity to replace it."

Azusa Enomoto: "But it would cost a lot of money to tear it all down..."

Bai Chuanqiu covered his bleeding heart and suppressed a laugh: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all an investment."

"Just in time—"

He glanced at the area next to the bar and said, "I see a lot of restaurants now have afternoon tea desserts and the like. Why not set up a display case next to it and make some desserts? They should be quite popular."

Baichuanqiu had already inspected the street when he came. There were no cake shops or dessert shops on this street yet. Once they launched their desserts, they would be able to quickly occupy the market.

Azusa Enomoto also thought it was a good idea.

but……

She hesitated a little: "But I only know how to make some baked goods, such as bread and cookies... I'm not very good at making cakes."

Hiss, I forgot to consider the skill points of the only employee in the store...

Baichuanqiu thought for a moment and said, "Let's put one in first, even if it's just a little pudding. We can talk about it later."

Azusa Enomoto nodded: "Okay, I will also study hard and strive to expand a few more categories."

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Enomoto!"

Shirakawa Akatsuki patted Enomoto Azusa with satisfaction.

He was very pleased to have this employee.

"Mr. Shirakawa, you can call me Xiao Azusa." said Azusa Enomoto.

Baichuan Qiu immediately changed his tone: "Okay, Xiaozi."

So after this incident, the relationship between the two began to officially become harmonious.

Shirakawa Akane is responsible for taking orders and collecting payments at the cash register, while Enomoto Azusa is responsible for making coffee and delivering food.

It's just a little strange that the ice was used up very quickly today, and the ice bucket was empty in the blink of an eye.

Azusa Enomoto turned around and went to the kitchen to get new ice, muttering to herself, "Why is the ice used up so quickly today... It seems I need to prepare some more ice cubes this afternoon."

Baichuan Qiu, who was behind the cashier counter, sneezed several times.

He rubbed his nose and looked up at the air conditioner in the store.

"It seems the temperature is too low. Hmm, it should be raised a bit."

……

Metropolitan Police Department.

Takagi Wataru sat in his seat, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought.

"What's wrong? I see you've been thinking about something all day."

Miwako Sato sat down and looked at Takagi Wataru in confusion.

"Did something happen with your case?"

"No, no, no." Takagi Wataru sat up straight and hurriedly explained, "Officer Sato, do you still remember the white-haired young man next to Xiaolan at the murder scene yesterday?"

Miwako Sato recalled.

The other party's presence was not strong, and she was busy without any close contact with him. She only remembered that there seemed to be such a person.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Sato Miwako asked casually.

"He said his name is Shirakawa Qiu... Why do I feel like I've heard this name somewhere?"

Takagi Wataru scratched his head: "But I've been thinking about it for almost a day, but I just can't remember it."

It's not a good thing if a name sounds familiar to a criminal police officer.

So Takagi Shigeru has been trying to recall when he had heard of this person.

"Shirakawa Akane?" Sato Miwako was surprised. "Are you sure the other person's name is Shirakawa Akane?"

Takagi Wataru nodded. "There aren't many people with the last name Shirakawa. I remember it very clearly."

"Have you forgotten?" Sato Miwako said, disappointed. "Didn't your teacher tell you about this in the police academy?"

Takagi Wataru opened his eyes wide, and his originally vague memory suddenly became clear.

"It turned out to be him!" Takagi Shigeru was very shocked.

"Yes, he's the only one in our class to be expelled!" Sato Miwako paused, "No, to be precise, he's the only one in these seven years."

During this period, some students dropped out, some changed careers, and some even died prematurely. However, the only one who was kicked out directly for committing a crime was Shirakawa Akira!

This directly made him a typical negative example in the police academy.

Even when it is mentioned now, the instructors at the police academy shake their heads and say it is a stain on their teaching career.

Why does Miwako Sato remember it so clearly?

Because Shirakawa Akane was just ahead of Sato Miwako in that class.

The Shirakawa Aki incident directly triggered reforms at the police academy, resulting in an exceptionally strict, almost rigorous, management of their class. The instructors often talked about this name and the deeds of its owner, who had tortured the other cadets to the point of unbearable suffering.

All these years later, the impact of Shirakawa-no-Tsuki still lingers. Even today, many younger police officers grit their teeth in hatred when they mention the name.

"It seems you were a really good kid back then, only focused on studying and completely oblivious to what was happening outside," Sato Miwako said helplessly. "A lot of people remember this. Just ask any newcomer in the bureau, they'll all know."

Takagi Wataru scratched his head awkwardly: "I wasn't very good at taijutsu back then, and I spent all my time at the training grounds, so I didn't really understand these things."

Miwako Sato expressed her understanding, but at the same time she became curious about this legendary "big shot": "Hey, Takagi, what does that guy look like? I didn't pay much attention to him yesterday."

That thin, tall figure appeared in his mind, and it was hard to get rid of it. Based on his first impression, Takagi Shigeru blurted out, "Very handsome!"

He was a very beautiful young man.

After hearing Takagi Wataru's answer without hesitation, Sato Miwako was very skeptical.

It's not like she wasn't there yesterday. If there really was such a good-looking person there, she couldn't have failed to notice it.

No matter who you are, you will actively look at this eye-catching existence - this is human nature to love beauty.

"Is this true? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

Gao Mushi put his chin in his hand and said, "Strangely enough, I didn't have much impression of him before he took the initiative to talk to me."

But the other party clearly followed Xiaolan around the crime scene, and even listened in when Detective Maori was solving the case.

Thinking of this, Gao Mushi suddenly felt cold and rubbed his arms involuntarily: "Was that a person I saw yesterday?"

Sato Miwako slapped Takagi Wataru on the forehead in annoyance: "Some people may not be able to easily attract attention from others, so stop scaring yourself!"

"Ouch—" Takagi Wataru covered his head, "I know, I know."

"But about Shirakawa Akane..." Sato Miwako recalled some things she had heard from someone before, pursed her lips, and had a complicated expression.