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

Chapter 308 Shirakawa Masanori's Notebook

While Shirakawa Ki was chatting with the old man, on the other side, Morimoto Ki was driving Nishizaki Zhouming back to his apartment.

The interior of the car was very quiet, with only the roar of the car and the sound of the wind constantly pouring into the car, adding a bit of noise to the quiet atmosphere.

Nishizaki Zhouming's gaze fell on the building that was constantly passing by, his expression indifferent. Finally, he took out the cigarette in his arms and slowly lit it.

"Your younger brother... really looks a lot like Shirakawa." Nishizaki Zhouming sighed nonchalantly.

Morimoto Yui's expression remained calm: "Well, apart from his appearance, he doesn't look like his father at all."

Nishizaki Zhouming glanced at Morimoto Yu's expression and continued, "Your relationship is still as bad as ever."

Morimoto Yui curled his lips and said, "He killed my family. Is there any need to repair this relationship?"

"You can't say that—" Xi Qi Zhou Ming said in a gentle tone, like an understanding elder, "Your family is also his family. You were not the only one who lost your family back then. He also took on a lot. You can't be too harsh on him—"

Morimoto gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He didn't say anything, just continued driving in silence.

Xi Qi Zhou Ming turned his head, and a hint of sneer appeared on the half of his face closest to the car window. "Okay, I won't say anything to you anymore. Just solve your own problems, so that you don't think that an old guy like me is meddling too much."

"That's not what I meant, Teacher—" Morimoto said helplessly, "I just don't have anything to say to him."

None of that makes sense anymore.

Nishizaki Zhouming: "Alright, from now on, focus more on the case. You don't need to care about unimportant people anymore."

"Yeah." Morimoto Yui responded.

Morimoto Yui didn't want to talk much, but perhaps Shirakawa Yui's appearance stimulated Nishizaki Zhouming's memories of the past, and his desire to chat was still growing wildly. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to continue speaking, his cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

Seeing the contact, Nishizaki Zhouming frowned slightly.

His eyes swept over Morimoto Yui beside him inconspicuously, but Morimoto Yui just looked straight ahead, driving attentively, and did not seem curious about Nishizaki Zhouming's actions.

But after thinking about it, Nishizaki Zhouming hung up the phone.

Morimoto tilted his head: "Teacher, don't you want to answer the phone?"

Nishizaki Zhouming: "It's an unimportant call."

Morimoto's eyebrows slightly raised, and a thoughtful look flashed in his narrow fox eyes: "Is that so."

……

More than ten minutes later, Nishizaki Zhouming arrived at his small apartment where he lived alone.

"Just drive the car back and come pick me up tomorrow morning." Nishizaki Zhouming patted the top of the car window and said to Morimoto Yu.

"Okay, good night, teacher."

"Good night."

As the car gradually drove away, Nishizaki Zhouming tugged at his tie to loosen his collar slightly, then opened the door of the apartment while dialing back the number.

"Hey?"

"First, sir, the situation in Nagano is not good..."

"What?" Nishizaki Zhouming's expression suddenly darkened. "Didn't I tell you to handle this and evacuate?"

That Ishikawa Gota is already dead, what bad news could there be?

"Ben, that's what was originally true, but a few police officers in Nagano have been pestering us and have now tracked us down—"

Xi Qi Zhou Ming sneered: "What? Don't tell me that even the local police can't escape?"

"I'm sorry, sir. Their deduction abilities far exceed our imaginations, and their methods are even more efficient. A dragnet has been laid across Nagano Prefecture. Our hired men simply can't return. I'm afraid... they won't be able to hold out for long before they're apprehended..."

Xi Qi Zhou Ming was quite surprised. He then sat down on the sofa, casually resting his legs on the coffee table. His tone was calm but with a chilling hint of impending danger. "How much does he know?"

"Sir, he should know that I—"

"Well, that's easy."

Xi Qi Zhou Ming leaned back, his expression calm from a slight anger: "Now I give you two choices -"

"One, if he dies, you die too."

"Two, he'll die, and you shut up."

"You can do it yourself."

The person on the other side was silent.

"You should understand what to say and what not to say, right?"

"I, I know."

The man opposite replied hoarsely, "I...if anything happens to me—"

"Don't worry." Xi Qi Zhou Ming said calmly, "Your family will be fine."

"OK, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Xi Qi Zhou Ming looked at the gradually darkening phone screen with a gloomy expression: "What a bunch of trash——"

None of them is useful. Shirakawa Qiu can't be killed, and now even the local police can't deal with him. What an idiot.

Nishizaki Zhouming also couldn't understand it. He had obviously spent a lot of money to hire the top killer on the dark web, but when it came to things related to Baichuan Qiu, he always failed, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

What exactly is going on?

"If only... there were a group of top killers I could use—"

When this thought arose in his mind, Nishizaki Zhouming's eyelids twitched slightly, as if something terrible was about to break out of the ground, and he was trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

If we talk about the most impressive killer in recent years...it must be the guy who personally committed the massacre of President Windru's family.

It's a pity that after so many years, the killer must have already...

Xi Qi Zhou Ming suddenly remembered something, his eyes fell on the study, he slowly sat up straight, and murmured softly:

"Maybe... he knows..."

He stood up and went to his study, opened the decorative bookcase next to him, revealing a small safe inside.

Nishizaki Zhouming squatted down, entered a few numbers on the safe, and then took out a thick notebook from it.

The notebook obviously looks quite old, and the brown cowhide covering it is slightly faded, but the edges and corners of the entire page are pressed very neatly. It can be seen that the owner of the notebook has taken good care of it and is a very meticulous person.

Nishizaki Zhouming looked at the notebook, then took a deep breath, opened it carefully, and carefully searched for the last few pages with writing.

The contents of the notebook were relatively complex, with many sections lacking any regular pattern. It looked like the owner's random notes, and the handwriting was rather unrestrained and casual. Of course, the slightly neater sections contained analysis and reflections on certain cases, along with some random thoughts and reflections. The handwriting was relatively neat, and inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

But Xi Qi Zhou Ming's purpose was not these. His eyes quickly swept across the more neatly written parts of the pages, and finally stopped at one of the corners of a page -

[Rice Flower No. 31, Unknown Bar.]

This was the last place the killer stayed before he disappeared.

The owner of this notebook is Shirakawa Masanao.