Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 111 The White Knight
The door of Gao Shizhengshan's room was locked from the inside; all the surrounding windows were also locked; and there were stairs.

To go to Gao Shizhengshan's room, you must first pass through the lounge and go up the stairs to the second floor.

But tonight, the stairs are completely under everyone's surveillance, no matter where you go up, you can know.

Blizzard Villa mode, killing people outside the encrypted room.

"That," Xiaolan said after a moment of hesitation, "Before the power outage, Yuanzi and I heard voices outside the window."

"exactly!"

Yuanzi said "yes" several times in a row, and couldn't help but speed up: "The voice at that time was like a devil whispering, saying something like 'White night'."

"Bai Ye?" Gao Shiyangfu guessed: "Does it mean that in cold regions, even at night, the sun will not set?"

"That's what you say."

Yoshimi Kushima put an ice cube in the glass, as if recalling something: "When Masaki and Masahiko were in Northern Europe, there was a big conflict over the privilege of purchasing salmon."

Tokiyama Maki was startled, "My father?"

"Mr. Masahiko committed suicide in this villa because his career was not going well." Kubo Chuanhiro said in a low voice.

This villa was originally the house of the Shishan family.After Tokiyama Masahiko passed away, he was bought by the Gao family.

And all of this, is it the curse of Tokiyama Masahiko, or is it man-made?

When everyone returned to the room, a figure in a black shadow raincoat appeared, holding a crossbow in his hand.

He opened the door and walked quietly into the hall, as if intending to return the murder weapon.

At this time, lightning flashed.

The flash of light made the glass reflect the appearance of the person behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he quickly attacked him.

Qinghai Chuantang is also unequivocal.

A repeated horizontal jump successfully avoided the opponent's attack.

Because of the swiftness of the steps, afterimages left one after another, as if he had acquired a shadow clone, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

Taking advantage of the opponent's bewilderment, Qinghai Chuantang successfully subdued him with a back throw grab.

Others heard the sound and rushed over.

Qinghai Chuantang tore off the other party's raincoat and hat, revealing the person's true face.

Conan found the rope and tied the opponent's hands behind his back.

"Did you do it?"

Kubo Chuanhiro denied: "I didn't kill anyone."

"Then what is this?"

"I saw this being used as a murder weapon and thought it was horrific and wanted to put it back in its place."

Yoshimi Kushima obviously didn't believe what the other party said.

"You want Zhengshan to sell this collection to you, and you have been pestering him, and you have been rejected a lot, right?"

Hiroshi Kubogawa stood up slowly.

Looking at the eyes of the crossbow, it seemed a bit obsessed.

"That's because this thing is quite valuable. Those who use this to kill must be people who don't know its value."

Early the next morning.

Ryosuke Baishui sat on the sofa in the lounge with a bottle of whiskey in front of him.

Looking at the wine in the glass, he seemed a little dazed.

After gently knocking on the door to signal, Qinghai Chuantang walked over.

"Mr. Baishui. Regarding what you said yesterday, Mr. Masahiko's curse, I have something I want to know."

"What?" Baishui Ryosuke looked at her.

"Is there any reason for your distress?"

Ryosuke Baishui put the cup back on the coffee table.

"I went through the procedures for Mr. Zhengshan to buy Shishan's villa. In fact, I also helped to bargain hard. It's not just that."

Ryosuke Baishui raised his head, "Masahiko Tokiyama committed suicide with that crossbow."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and took a few steps forward trembling, as if he was afraid.

"Mr. Masasugi was killed by the same weapon in the same villa."

So at that time, Tokiyama Maki would be talking about his father.

Ryosuke Baishui lowered his head, looked at the time on the watch, trembling uncontrollably.

He said very frightened: "Next, it's my turn to be killed."

"Mr. Baishui."

Qinghai Chuantang walked up to him, "Do you have any thoughts about White night?"

"It's White Night! When we were in Norway, what happened between those two?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the other party ran away as if fleeing for his life.

"Sister Xiaotang, come with me!"

Conan ran out from nowhere and beckoned her to hurry over.

After following the other party to the attic, I saw a pigeon in an iron cage in the room.

"So, you want Feige to pass on the letter?" Qinghai Chuantang saw the other party's intention at a glance.

Conan nodded with a smile, "Sister Xiaotang is really smart! Next, please take the pigeon out, and then I will tie a note on its foot."

After a long silence, Qinghai Chuantang looked at him with deep doubts: "Hawaii can still teach animal language?"

Conan was silent for a while, and said a very philosophical sentence.

"Isn't one of the three essences of human beings the essence of pigeons?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, it was indeed no problem to say that.

Carefully carried the pigeon out, looking at its immaculate white feathers, I couldn't help feeling a little envious.

"Your vision is really good. This is a racing pigeon. The flying distance of racing pigeons is far beyond our imagination. There are even cases of Japanese racing pigeons flying across the Pacific Ocean."

After the note was tied, Qinghai Chuantang looked at it and said solemnly: "Everything is up to you."

Then he turned to face the window and threw it out.

He shouted, "Go, Pikachu—"

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched: Do you think you are throwing a poke ball?
In the room, Hiroo Takashi and Maki Tokiyama were sitting facing each other, and Kai Kinki stood beside him.

He photographed a transfer agreement in front of the other party.

"Mr. Masasugi, in order to make the Shishan family's name cease to exist, all the business belongs to himself." Jin Mukai explained the content of the agreement.

"It's all clear."

Gao Shiyangfu slapped the table and stood up, "You killed your father because you were dissatisfied with the transfer of your career and rights."

"Sister Maji!" Conan called from the front door, "Sister Xiaotang said that there is something important and I want to talk to you."

Qinghai Chuantang, leaning on the wall, glanced at him.

Obviously that's what you want to ask, okay?
Led by Tokiyama Maki, the two came to her room.

After questioning, I learned that Tokiyama Maki was also aware that his father had suffered huge losses in the financial market before.From then on, the whole person seemed to be devastated, regardless of family affairs.

"vase."

Qinghai Chuantang froze for a moment.

There are vases with bouquets in each room.But the difference is that the flowers in other people's rooms are eustomas, but the flowers in Maki Shiyama's room are white lilies.

"After my father passed away, someone would send lilies every year."

She took a few steps forward and looked at the lilies, "I don't know who sent them. However, these lilies sent every year have inspired me many times."

Seemingly thinking of something, Qinghai Chuantang found Ryosuke Baishui again.

"White night again?"

"In addition to white night, white night also has the meaning of white knight. For a company that has been acquired by a hostile company, a third party that provides friendly assistance and helps get out of trouble is called a 'white knight'. This term will be used as a financial term."

Hearing this, the other party was obviously a little nervous.

"It's not the curse of the dead that harms you. It's the living people who are still here."

Ryosuke Baishui seemed relieved.

After walking down the stairs, he said: "There have been shady plots using the image of the white knight in the past. Pretend to extend a helping hand to those in trouble, and then deceive them."

"That white knight is Mr. Masaki, right?"

Ryosuke Baishui didn't answer, but just turned around.

"And," Qinghai Chuantang continued, "you helped him too."

"I just did some business procedures. Compared to me, Kami is the one." Saying this, Ryosuke Baishui looked at the woman who was drinking whiskey on the sofa.

In the attic, Conan clasped the window sill with both hands, stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

"Why hasn't the little pigeon come back?"

Fortunately, he was self-aware and didn't improvise songs.

"Why are the crows crying? Because on the mountain, there are seven cutest, little crows."

Qinghai Chuantang sang "Seven Children" and walked slowly behind Conan.

Conan's body froze for a moment, and he turned his head mechanically.

"Don't suddenly sing such a weird song"

Moreover, the melody of this song was also used in the email address of the boss of the black organization.

"sorry."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, but there was no sign of apology on his face.

"But the little pigeon may have been roasted as a bird by an unknown hunter."

And also specially brushed some more sauce.

Just when Conan was about to cry, the white dove that had been waiting for a long time finally flew in and landed lightly on his head, as if it had been used as a nest.

Conan stretched out his hand and gently hugged him down.

I looked at the pigeon's legs, but there was nothing there.

"Eh? Didn't the Megure Police Department reply?"

"It's probably a prank, throw it away."

As Qinghai Chuantang said, he took the pigeon from the opponent's hand.

Put it back in the cage, stroked it gently, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"By the way," Qinghai Chuantang looked down at Conan, a little puzzled: "What exactly do you want to do with the pigeons?"

She thought that the other party wanted to use this to miss the romance of the past when letters were slow and only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

"Of course I'm asking the Megure Police Department to investigate the matter of Mr. Masahiko."

After finishing speaking, Conan couldn't help but feel a little strange.

According to the ability of the other party, wouldn't it be impossible to think of this?

"As you said earlier, I can just call my friends on the road, why bother?"

"Isn't the mobile phone out of signal?"

"If you don't have it, it doesn't mean that I don't have it."

Conan was silent for a moment.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask."

The other party replied naturally.

"Then why didn't you contact the investigation before?"

"I thought you were going to make a big move by using the pigeon to pass the letter, so I didn't dare to act rashly."

Conan was even more silent.

There is even an urge to cry: Don't talk about Qinghaichuan, let's fight!

Ten minutes later, Qinghai Chuantang looked at the received email and smiled.

Everything is within reach.

"Hey, sister Xiaotang, wait for me—"

Conan reacted from the tears in his eyes, and quickly chased after him.

Everyone gathered in Tokiyama Maki's room.

　The Chinese interpretation of White Knight:

　　When a company becomes the target of a hostile takeover, another company can be invited to propose a friendly takeover to defuse the threat of a hostile takeover. Companies that are invited to fight against a hostile takeover are called "white knights (white warriors)".

　　
　
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