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

Chapter 149: Early death is a way to preserve one’s reputation after death (1)

Café Poirot.

A middle-aged man wearing a mask and a hat pushed open the door of the cafe and took the lead in looking around.

It was afternoon in the cafe and there were not many people. There was only a female clerk wiping the table, and a few customers were sitting scattered near the doors and windows.

But the person in my memory did not appear here.

Nagakura Xiong felt a little strange. His hurried steps paused for a moment and he began to hesitate.

I always feel that something is not right... Is it a test from someone?

Thinking of this, a look of regret appeared on Nagakura Xiong's face.

Damn it, he shouldn't have been tricked into coming here so soon...

"Mr. Nagakura, this way please."

A clear male voice sounded from behind him.

Yongcangxiong was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of the voice, but only saw a handsome young man with white hair.

"You are……"

Baichuan Qiu smiled slightly and extended his hand to him, saying, "I'm Xiao Hei, and I'm also the manager of this store. Please take a seat here."

Nagakura looked at him hesitantly.

"Ahem—" Shirakawa Qiu saw the suspicion on his face, coughed softly, and cleared his throat. His originally gentle and cold voice became more energetic and vigorous, "Mr. Nagakura, what about now?"

Nagakura Xiong opened his eyes slightly when he heard the familiar voice.

"It's actually you!"

This voice and tone are definitely his!

"Xiao Hei? Was it your disguise last time, or is it..."

"Since Mr. Nagakura is here, there's no need for me to disguise myself, right?" Baichuanqiu spread his hands.

Nagakura understood: "I see."

So he no longer hesitated and followed Baichuanqiu to a secluded corner of the coffee shop.

After the two sat down, Shirakawa Akane called Enomoto Azusa over, ordered a cup of coffee for Nagakura Yu, and then took the initiative to get to the point: "I think I made my point very clear on the phone before, right?"

Yong Cangxiong hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Since you were in the car at the time, why didn't you get into trouble, but Zhongmu..."

A mocking smile appeared on Baichuan Qiu's face.

He looked at Nagakura Xiong steadily, and did not answer Nagakura Xiong's question immediately. Instead, he asked, "What kind of person do you think of Nakamaki Shunsuke?"

Nagakura was stunned.

"Why? Is this question difficult to answer?"

Yong Cangxiong shook his head: "Of course not..."

He held his chin and thought about the problem carefully.

"Zhongmu...is an extremely outstanding and honest journalist with amazing insight and passion. There's no story he won't uncover."

Nagakura Yuu had a faint smile on his face as he recalled the past.

That was their purest time, working together, digging for news together, still holding on to innocent dreams, hoping to make some contribution to this society with their own lenses and pens.

However, they soon encountered obstacles at every turn, were in constant trouble, and even faced danger frequently.

It was at this time that Nagakura Yu realized that dreams are the first thing that should be abandoned after entering society.

"You think highly of him."

Baichuanqiu seemed to be lost in thought.

Nagakura came back to his senses and asked with a questioning look: "Do you have any other intention in asking this question?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to express my feelings. Sometimes, dying early is also a way to preserve one's reputation after death."

Once dead, people will only glorify their past infinitely and ignore their bad deeds during their lifetime.

"What do you mean?"

Nagakura Xiong stood up suddenly and looked at the young man in front of him with an uneasy expression.

The young man raised his eyes slightly, his golden eyes filled with cold sarcasm. Even though he was in a lower position now, he still had the condescending and disdain of a superior.

Facing a pair of eyes like that, Nagakura Yu inexplicably felt insecure.

"Hello, you guys, the coffee is ready."

Azusa Enomoto walked over carefully with a tray, placed the prepared coffee on the table, and then looked at Shirakawa Akane with an inquiring look.

What's happening here?

Shirakawa Akane waved his hand, signaling Enomoto Azusa to leave and not to worry about what was happening here.

Azusa Enomoto took a step back hesitantly, glanced at Nagakura Yu who had a grim expression on his face, but still chose to believe the store manager and turned away.

"Please sit down." Bai Chuanqiu raised the coffee in front of him and said slowly, "Since you are here, try our craft."

Nagakura sat down indignantly, took a deep sip of coffee, rubbed his mouth, and said angrily, "The taste is just average. You can tell it's low-quality coffee beans."

Bai Chuanqiu looked at him, shrugged innocently and blinked: "This cup of yours is instant."

He was reluctant to use the good coffee beans to treat this guy.

Nagakura Xiong: "..."

Nagakura Yuki laughed.

"Then tell me, what did you mean by that sentence just now?"

Yongcangxiong's voice was still filled with anger: "If you don't explain clearly, you will have to apologize to Zhongmu!"

"Okay."

Baichuan Qiu put down the coffee cup with a thud, and his eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing directly at Nagakura Yu.

"In fact, he didn't die in a car accident due to fatigue driving. Instead, he was killed by a group of people while on the run."

Nagakura frowned.

But he had guessed this a long time ago.

"What about you?" He looked at Bai Chuanqiu suspiciously, "Didn't you say that you were with him that night?"

Bai Chuanqiu smiled: "Of course, maybe I should thank him. If there hadn't been a car accident and he abandoned the car and fled, leaving me at the scene, maybe those guys would have killed me as well."

Nagakura Xiong clenched his fists suddenly and stared at Baichuan Qiu: "You, what do you mean?"

"Let's read this news first."

Shirakawa Qiu threw a newspaper that was obviously quite old in front of Nagakura Xiong.

Nagakura picked up the newspaper with suspicion.

"Bottom left corner."

Following Shirakawa Yu's guidance, Nagakura Yu looked down and saw the title -

[Baihong Bridge collapsed unexpectedly, and he turned out to be the culprit? ]

Nagakura's face was solemn.

This is just a very inconspicuous news. It mainly mentioned the basic information of Baihong Bridge, and then told the story of the accidental collapse of the bridge. The reason was that a police academy student was driving drunk and accidentally crashed into the bridge pier.

The news section was very small and did not describe the accident in detail. It was basically just a brief mention, and then reminded all drivers to change routes and not to take the Baihong Bridge, which would be undergoing repairs for a period of time.

After reading the entire news, Nagakura Yu, who is a journalist himself, keenly grasped several key points.

First of all, as far as he knew, Baihong Bridge was built by Linlu Construction, and judging from the time, the bridge was completed in less than two years.

However, this news only downplayed the fact that the bridge collapsed, deliberately weakened the deeper issues behind the bridge collapse, and then shifted the conflict to the police academy student who crashed into the bridge.

This is a very familiar way of diverting public opinion. Basically, every capital will have such a complete set of public opinion planning to avoid bringing negative impact to its own group or company.

The young man in front of him, who had handed him this piece of news, certainly did not do so to analyze the direction of public opinion deliberately guided by this news, but rather—

Yong Cangxiong looked up: "Is this police academy student you?"

Baichuan Qiu shrugged: "As you can see, because of this incident, I was expelled from the police academy, and now I can only be a small owner of a coffee shop."

Nagakura pursed his lips, feeling a little complicated.

A promising police academy student had his fate completely changed because of a car accident.

Who can help but say that fate is unpredictable?