Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 111 White Knight
The door of Gao Shizhengshan's room was locked from the inside; all the surrounding windows were also locked; as well as the 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 were under complete surveillance, and no matter where one went up from, everyone would know.

Snowstorm Villa mode, killing people in the outer encrypted room.

"Well," Xiaolan said after hesitating for a moment, "Before the power went out, Yuanzi and I heard a sound outside the window."

"Yeah!"

Sonoko said "yes" several times in a row, and her speech speed increased: "The voice at that time was like the whisper of a devil, saying something like 'white night'."

"White Night?" Gao Shiyangfu guessed, "Does it mean that in cold areas, the sun will not set even at night?"

"If you put it that way."

Jiudao Jiamei put an ice cube in her glass, as if recalling something: "In the past, when Mr. Masahiko and Mr. Masahiko were in Northern Europe, there was a big conflict over the purchasing privileges of salmon."

Tokiyama Maki was shocked, "My dad?"

"Mr. Masahiko committed suicide in this villa because of career setbacks." Kubogawa Hiroshi said in a low voice.

This villa was originally the Tokiyama family's house. After Tokiyama Masahiko passed away, it was bought by the Gao family.

Is all this a curse from Masahiko Tokiyama or is it man-made?

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

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

At this time, there were lightning and thunder.

A flash of light reflected the person behind him on the glass.

He turned around and attacked him immediately.

Qinghai Chuantang is also unambiguous.

He successfully avoided the opponent's attack by repeatedly jumping sideways.

Because of the swiftness of his steps, he left behind one afterimage after another, as if he had learned the art of shadow cloning, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Taking advantage of the opponent's confusion, Qinghai Chuantang used a back-throw grab and successfully subdued him.

Others came running over upon hearing the noise.

Qinghai Chuantang pulled off the other person's raincoat hood, revealing the man's true face.

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

"Did you do it?"

Kubokawa Hiroshi denied: "I didn't kill anyone."

"Then what is this?"

"I found it horrible to see this being used as a murder weapon and wanted to put it back where it came from."

Kushima Yoshimi obviously didn't believe the other party's words.

"You want Zhengshan to sell this collection to you. You keep pestering him, but you've been turned down many times, right?"

Kubogawa Hiroshi slowly stood up.

The look in his eyes as he looked at the crossbow seemed to be somewhat obsessed.

"That's because this thing is quite valuable. Anyone who uses it to kill someone must be someone who doesn't know its value."

Early the next morning.

Ryosuke Shiramizu 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 knocking on the door gently, Qinghai Chuantang walked over.

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

"What?" Shiramizu Ryosuke looked at her.

"Is there any reason for you to be so distressed?"

Shiramizu Ryosuke put the cup back on the coffee table.

"I handled the formalities for Mr. Masasugi to buy the Tokiyama family villa. In fact, I helped him bargain hard for the price. It's not just that."

Shiramizu Ryosuke looked up and said, "Tokiyama Masahiko committed suicide with that crossbow."

After saying this, he stood up and took a few steps forward tremblingly, as if he was afraid.

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

That's why Maki Tokiyama was talking about her father at that time.

Shiramizu Ryosuke lowered his head, looked at the time on his watch, and trembled uncontrollably.

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

"Mr. Baishui."

Qinghai Chuantang walked up to him and asked, "What do you think about White Night?"

"It's the White Night! What happened between those two people in Norway?"

Before he could finish his words, the other party ran away as if he was running for his life.

"Sister Xiaotang, come with me!"

Conan appeared from nowhere and called for her to come over quickly.

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

"So, you want to send a letter by carrier pigeon?" Qinghai Chuantang saw through the other party's intention at a glance.

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

After a long silence, Qinghai Chuantang looked at him, doubtful: "Can Hawaii teach animal language?"

Conan was silent for a while and said something very philosophical.

"Isn't one of the three essences of human beings pigeon spirit?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, saying that this was indeed correct.

I carefully carried the pigeon out and looked at its pure white feathers, feeling a little envious.

"You have a very good eye. 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 towards the window and threw it out.

He shouted: "Go, Pikachu——"

Conan's mouth twitched: Do you think you threw a Poké Ball?
Inside the room, Takashi Hiroo and Tokiyama Maki were sitting face to face, while Chikaki Kai was standing beside him.

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

"In order to make the name of the Tokiyama family no longer exist, Mr. Masasugi took over all the business." Jinmu Kai explained the contents of the agreement.

"It's all clear now."

Gao Shiyangfu slammed the table and stood up, "You killed your father because you were dissatisfied with his transfer of all business and power."

"Sister Maki!" Conan called out from the front door, "Sister Xiaotang said she has something important to discuss with you."

Qinghai Chuantang, who was leaning against the wall, glanced at him.

That's obviously what you wanted to ask, okay?
Led by Maki Tokiyama, the two came to her room.

After asking, I learned that Tokiyama Maki was actually aware that her father had suffered huge losses in the financial market before. Since then, he seemed to have been devastated and didn't care about his family's affairs.

"vase."

Qinghai Chuantang was slightly stunned.

There is a vase in each room with a bouquet of flowers in it. But the difference is that the flowers in other people's rooms are eustoma, while the flowers in Tokiyama Maki's room are white lilies.

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

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

As if he had thought of something, Qinghai Chuantang found Baishui Ryosuke again.

"Are you asking about White Night again?"

"White night has another meaning: white knight. A third party that provides friendly assistance to a company that has been acquired by a hostile party and helps it get out of trouble is called a 'white knight'. This term is used as a financial term."

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

"It is not the curse of the dead that is harming you. It is the curse of the living who are still here."

Shiramizu Ryosuke seemed relieved.

After walking down the stairs, he said, "In the past, there have been shady plots that used the image of the white knight to plot something behind the scenes. They pretended to lend a helping hand to those in trouble, and then deceived them."

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

Shiramizu Ryosuke didn't answer, but just turned away.

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

"I just did some business procedures. Compared to me, Jiamei is the one." As he said this, Shiramizu Ryosuke looked at the woman who was drinking whiskey on the sofa.

In the attic, Conan held onto the windowsill with his hands, stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

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

Fortunately, he knew himself well and did not improvise a song.

"Why are the crows crowing? Because there are seven of the cutest little crows on the mountain."

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

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

"Don't sing such a weird song all of a sudden."

Moreover, the melody of this song was also used as the email address of the Black Organization's boss.

"I'm sorry."

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

"But the little pigeon might have been shot and roasted by some unknown hunter as a bird."

And I also added more sauce.

Just as Conan was about to shed tears, the white dove that had been waiting for a long time finally flew in and landed gently on his head, as if it was using it as a nest.

Conan reached out and gently held him down.

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

"Eh? Didn't Inspector Megure reply to the letter?"

"I guess they thought it was a prank and threw it away."

Qinghai Chuantang said this and took the pigeon from the other person's hand.

I 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 by sending a pigeon?"

She thought that the other party wanted to use this to reminisce the romance of the old days when correspondence was slow and a lifetime only had enough time to love one person.

"Of course, I'll ask Inspector Megure to investigate Mr. Masahiko's case."

After saying this, Conan couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Given the other party's ability, he wouldn't have failed to think of this, right?

"If you had told me earlier, I would have just called my friends in the underworld. Why would I bother with so much trouble?"

"Isn't there no signal on the phone?"

"Just because you don't have it doesn't mean 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 answered as a matter of course.

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

"I thought you were sending a letter via carrier pigeon because you were planning something big, so I didn't dare to act rashly."

Conan remained even more silent.

I even had the urge to cry: Stop talking about Qinghaichuan, let’s fight!

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

Everything can be connected.

"Hey, Sister Xiaotang, wait for me——"

Conan came to his senses from his tears 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, it can invite another company to make a friendly takeover to defuse the threat of the hostile takeover. The company that is invited to fight the hostile takeover is called a "white knight."

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