Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Eri bit her lip, her nails digging deep into her palm.

She knew that Murakami Yui was right; rushing up now would only make things worse. She could only hold back her tears and continue running upstairs with the others, silently praying that Lin Xiuyi would be safe and sound.

At this moment, the gunman had reached the stairwell on the first floor and was looking around with his gun raised.

Lin Xiuyi stood at the corner on the second floor, quickly observing the surrounding environment.

The windows of the stairwell not far away were open, and below was a dense thicket of bushes.

A thought struck him, and he immediately rushed over, flipped over, and jumped out of the window.

The impact of landing made his knees go numb slightly, but he didn't stop. He quickly went around to the main entrance of the laboratory building, picked up a fist-sized rock, and smashed it against the glass window of the lobby on the first floor.

"Wow!"

The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the quiet hallway, instantly attracting the gunman's attention.

“White pig! The person you’re looking for is here!” Lin Xiuyi stood at the door, shouting provocatively.

"You bastard! You damned yellow-skinned monkey, how dare you insult me!"

The gunman was indeed enraged. He roared, turned around, and charged forward with his gun raised.

Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Lin Xiu immediately turned around and rushed into the gymnasium next door.

The gunman gave chase, shouting, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to make all the Japanese pay!"

Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens came from afar, growing clearer and clearer as they approached.

However, the police cars that arrived only stopped at the school gate.

The officers got out of their vehicles and hid behind them to observe the situation, without immediately entering the campus.

Unsure of the gunman's exact location and weaponry, they dared not act rashly and could only cordon off the area while awaiting backup.

A large number of students who had fled the campus and media reporters who had rushed to the scene quickly gathered at the school gate.

Reporters, microphones and cameras in hand, surrounded the students, asking, "What's the situation inside? Who was the gunman?"

“We heard him yelling ‘Damn Japanese’ as he fired his gun,” an American student said, still shaken.

"I know that gunman! His name is Will, and he used to be my classmate!"

Another student added,

"His father owned an auto parts factory, which went bankrupt six months ago due to competition from Japanese companies, and subsequently committed suicide by jumping off a building. As a result, Will harbors resentment towards the Japanese!"

The media's flashbulbs kept going off as news about the "school shooting" and the "gunman's anti-Japanese sentiment" was instantly broadcast live throughout Los Angeles.

Meanwhile, Vermouth, driving her red Toyota, had arrived at the residential area where Brian's family lived.

She parked her car in a secluded spot on the street corner and observed the activity at Brian's house through the car window.

In the courtyard, Mr. and Mrs. Brian were sitting in wicker rocking chairs, leisurely drinking tea and chatting. The sunlight shone on them, making them look especially warm and cozy.

The two FBI agents who visited early in the morning had already left, and there were still many residents strolling and children playing on the surrounding streets.

"It would be too conspicuous to act now," Vermouth muttered to herself, deciding to wait until no one was around before making her move.

She turned on the car radio, hoping to listen to some music to pass the time, but as soon as she tuned in, she heard an breaking news report.
"A shooting occurred at UCLA a dozen minutes ago, with a gunman opening fire on campus."

According to the students who escaped, the gunman's target was suspected to be members of a Japanese middle school summer camp invited by the school.

"Police have cordoned off the campus and are awaiting backup..."

Vermouth's brow furrowed instantly, and her fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel. A summer camp at the University of California?

She immediately remembered what she had seen on the airport's big screen.

Lin Xiuyi attended a summer camp and gave a speech at that school!
He was one of the killer's targets in this shooting!
Although Vermouth had witnessed Lin Xiuyi's abilities, he was, after all, just a high school student. Facing a fully armed gunman, he was definitely...

She dared not think any further and quickly started the car, heading towards UCLA.

……

At the same time, Lin Xiuyi was dealing with the gunman inside the stadium.

Taking advantage of his early entry into the stadium, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately rushed towards the locker room in the corner.

That's the only place where we can temporarily hide.

The gunmen's shouts and hurried footsteps behind him were like a death knell, making Lin Xiuyi dare not linger for even a moment.

"boom!"

Lin Xiuyi suddenly pushed open the locker room door, slipped inside, and then gently closed the door behind her, leaving only a crack to observe the movements outside.

He had just caught his breath when he heard a burst of gunfire coming from inside the stadium.

The gunman had stormed into the stadium and was firing wildly at the surrounding stands and basketball hoops.

The chair was hit so hard that wood chips flew everywhere, and the basketball bounced off with a "bang" after being hit, hitting the wall with a dull thud.

"This guy is really crazy!" Lin Xiuyi clicked his tongue inwardly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He quickly scanned the changing room; apart from two rows of metal wardrobes in the middle, there was nowhere else to hide.

Such an environment makes it impossible to hide for long.

Once the gunman comes in to search, it will be easy to find his trail.

Just as Lin Xiuyi was sweating profusely and thinking about his next move, heavy footsteps came from outside the door, getting closer and closer.

Clearly, the gunman had noticed the locker room and was heading this way.

Lin Xiuyi could even hear the other person cursing incessantly: "Damn Japanese, I know you're hiding here! Come out now, let me send you to hell!"

Time was running out for Lin Xiuyi to hesitate any longer.

His gaze fell on a plastic stool next to him, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Lin Xiuyi rushed over, moved the stool to the front of the wardrobe, stepped on the stool, leaped up, grabbed the top edge of the wardrobe with both hands, pushed off with force, and nimbly flipped herself up.

He immediately lay on top of the wardrobe, curling his body into a ball and pressing it tightly against the cold metal. He even breathed softly, afraid that the slightest sound would alert the gunmen outside.

"Squeak!"

The locker room door was suddenly pushed open, and the gunman walked in, gun in hand, his muzzle scanning every corner of the room warily.

Looking at the neatly arranged metal wardrobes in front of him, the gunman's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile.

"Heh, damn Japanese, you must be hiding in here, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots echoed in the cramped locker room, making Lin Xiuyi's ears ring. (End of Chapter)