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

Speaking of which, Lin Zhaowu had only met Baichuan Qiu once.

About Christmas three years ago, he flew from Hong Kong to Tokyo to find his beloved sister, and then met Shirakawa Akane in the villa.

The other person was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked gentle and refined, with unhealthily pale skin. He was holding a stack of teaching plans and had a gentle smile on his face.

The first impression is pretty good.

Although Lin Zhaowu is a martial artist, he is not impatient. After carefully understanding his sister's learning situation, he has more respect for Baichuan Qiu.

Being able to teach this devil in their family who always does whatever he wants to do requires real ability.

Now three years have passed, and Lin Zhaowu was very surprised to meet Baichuan Qiu again.

He turned around, said a few words to the people around him, and walked over alone.

"Are you going to Songura Island?" Bai Chuanqiu looked at Lin Zhaowu and said in a calmer voice, "Zhao Zhao boasted to me before, saying that her brother's swordsmanship is very impressive and that he is a master who has won the national championship."

Lin Zhaowu blushed a little: "Not really. Our competition was just a small fight. We can't even be called the national champion."

Although it was just a courtesy, Baichuan Qiu's words instantly brought the two sides closer.

"Teacher Bai, are you going to Matsuura Island this time too?" Lin Zhaowu asked.

"Yes, I came here with my friends to cheer them on."

The two exchanged a few words in Chinese, and then Lin Zhaowu walked back and called out to the person who had just made the sarcastic remarks: "Nan Nei-kun, this is my friend. Please apologize for your unwarranted ridicule."

Nan Nei Su also frowned, a little unhappy: "Sorry, Lin Jun, I didn't know he was your friend."

He looked at the old man beside him, and the old man frowned: "Mr. Lin, I just said a few words casually, is it unnecessary?"

Lin Zhaowu shook his head and ignored the old man's words. He just said, "He shouldn't apologize to me."

Baichuan Qiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Nannai Suye with a smile.

Nan Nei Su also looked surprised, but did not offend Lin Zhaowu. He could only walk up to Baichuan Qiu and nodded in apology: "Sorry."

Baichuanqiu shrugged: "It's okay."

This kind of person is the perfect target for Xiao Hei. Just because of his temper, even Conan can't save him.

So bury it as soon as possible, he hopes the other party will meet Xiao Hei soon.

After apologizing, Nan Neisu felt embarrassed and turned to leave. The old man glanced at Lin Zhaowu, snorted coldly, and left with a few people.

Lin Zhaowu didn't seem to care about them. Instead, he smiled and said goodbye to Bai Chuanqiu before leaving with his team.

After they left, the smile on Baichuan Qiu's face faded a little.

System: "Host, this guy couldn't be your former employer, right?"

Baichuan Qiu shrugged: "The younger brother of a certain employer."

The system sighed: "Host, your previous work areas are so wide-ranging. How come you know people from all walks of life?"

Bai Chuanqiu sighed: "Because we were poor before."

The system muttered, "But it's clear that the host's employers are all very wealthy. If the host stays and works hard, there will definitely be more financial prospects."

Shirakawa Akane was ashamed.

Financial prospects? I'm afraid there won't even be any future.

If he didn't run away quickly, he would be the one to be silenced the next moment.

This is a job where you earn money but don't spend it.

"Shirakawa-kun, get ready to go."

Kogoro Mori shouted from a distance.

Baichuan Qiu immediately responded: "Okay."

He walked slowly towards Maori Kogoro and the others: "System, if I start to go crazy later, you have to stop me."

The system, which had temporarily upgraded to a small speaker, was apprehensive: "Will it really work? Host, I'm afraid I can't stop you."

Baichuan Qiu: "It's okay, I believe you."

The system mustered up its courage and said, "Alright! I will definitely protect the host's last bit of dignity."

Shirakawa Akane: ...but I don't really believe it anymore.

After joining Maori and his group, they walked east along the harbor and finally saw a small ferry that could accommodate about forty or fifty people.

The ferry looks very old-fashioned. The details of the hull have begun to fade, and there are large areas of rust. The entire hull has a sense of dilapidation.

Hattori Heiji looked at the boat, full of doubt: "Is this boat really not in disrepair?"

He felt that if he took this boat to the sea, it could be knocked down by a wave at any time.

Hattori Heiji didn't want to go into the sea to compete in swimming skills before even starting a sword fight.

Conan's eye twitched. "Hey, if I'm not mistaken, its mast seemed to be shaking just now, right?"

The mast is the pole on the ship that holds the sails. Modern ferries rarely use sails anymore, with masts often used to hold other functional equipment. However, it was clear that the old ferry in front of them still relied on sails to move forward.

Maori Kogoro was also terrified: "Is this the only ship we can choose? What if it can't bring us back?"

Mao Lilan and Toyama Kazuha hugged each other, their eyes full of doubt and worry.

Baichuanqiu raised his head and sighed, "Ah, it's perfect for a ghost ship."

Suddenly, condemning glances turned towards him.

The system immediately used an upgraded loud speaker to play the Great Compassion Mantra in a loop inside Baichuanqiu's brain.

Baichuan Qiu, whose headache was caused by the loud speaker, came back to his senses and coughed lightly: "Ahem, just a joke."

——Damn it, what nonsense is he saying again.

On the other side, a middle-aged man carrying a sword bag laughed heartily and said, "Haha, don't worry, this boat is already very good."

Obviously, he had just heard everyone's doubts.

Everyone looked over immediately.

"Let me tell you, more than ten years ago, they didn't even have a ferry. They were still small wooden boats from the Edo period. Every time we took a ride across, we were terrified."

Everyone:?

What? I was even worse than this before?

Maori Kogoro opened his mouth wide: "Huh? Shouldn't that thing have become an antique long ago?"

Are you really not afraid of it falling apart halfway?

"Hey, our ancestors' shipbuilding technology is still pretty good." The middle-aged man laughed.

"But later on, some people couldn't stand it anymore, so they donated a ferry to Matsuura Island, hoping to use it to pick up and drop off passengers, so that people wouldn't have to risk their lives to go to the island."

That is the one in front of us.

It’s just that “a ship will break down quickly if it’s not out to sea”. This ship was not used many times and was left on the island exposed to wind, rain and sun, and eventually it became like this.

"Three years ago, someone wanted to give us a new boat, but the owner of Matsuura Island saw that the boat was still new and refused."

Everyone looked up at the dilapidated ferry——

new?

Brother, now that you say that, we are even more scared!

"Get your things and get in line to get your numbered plates!"

Someone on the boat shouted with a loud speaker.

The people on the shore picked up their luggage and began to line up in an orderly manner. Coincidentally, the middle-aged man who had just spoken was in front of them.

Maori Kogoro took the opportunity to ask him for more information: "Brother, what's your name? Judging from your appearance, you must have been here many times. Do you know what taboos there are on this island? Can you tell us in advance?"

The others pricked up their ears.

"Eh? Is this your first time on the island?" the middle-aged man was surprised, then relieved. "Right, otherwise you wouldn't be so surprised by this ship. My name is Sakuda, please guide me."

"My name is Maori Kogoro, these people——"

Kogoro Mori introduced everyone one by one.

Sakuta thought the name Maori Kogoro sounded familiar: "Huh? Could you be the famous detective Maori Kogoro?"

"Ahaha, I didn't expect to be recognized here--" Kogoro Mouri scratched his head with a humble look and smiled.

Sakuta smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries, then looked at Hattori Heiji: "I guess this Hattori brother is here to participate in the competition?"

This is quite obvious, as only Hattori Heiji is carrying a sword bag.

"Yes." Hattori Heiji nodded.

"That's strange. Don't you have any elders to guide you?"

Young people generally don't know much about such a niche competition.

Hattori Heiji scratched his head awkwardly: "My father came here once more than ten years ago, but then he got busy, so I thought I'd try coming here myself."

"More than ten years ago—" Sakuta pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Wait, wait, your name is Hattori Heiji, so your father couldn't be the Osaka Prefecture Metropolitan Superintendent, Hattori Heizo?"