Chapter 193
Shinichi Kudo was completely taken aback by Usuiba Saiki's straightforward personality and was momentarily stunned.
The prisoner was equally stunned—he even tried to determine if there was something wrong with his comprehension, because he couldn't believe that someone would speak like that so readily, and he didn't understand where he had slipped up and been discovered so quickly.
In that one second of stunned silence, Usoppō Saiki flipped the table over without warning.
He didn't look very muscular, but he was surprisingly strong—his clothes had a strength-enhancing effect, allowing him to flip tables much faster than the average person.
The tables in this shop are not fixed, and the grill pans are also movable. When he flipped the table, he immediately created a crisis.
The prisoner instinctively tried to avoid it, especially the barbecue grill and the charcoal fire underneath, as being touched by it would definitely result in burns!
Just as the prisoner's view was mostly blocked by the table, Usoya Saiki pulled the waiter aside and kicked several chairs over, seemingly by coincidence, yet also by careful planning, to block the prisoner's escape route.
The prisoner was so focused on the charcoal fire and the grill that he didn't pay attention to where he was stepping. He stumbled and fell, and was even hit on the head by a plate.
It sounds complicated, but actually everything settled down in just a few seconds. Once everyone who was supposed to be on the ground had landed, and the prisoner could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt something pressing against his waist.
Okay.
The unconventional young man spoke in a lighthearted voice behind him: "Hands up. Every bullet we use is one less we have, and I don't want to waste them."
Prisoner: “…???”
Shinichi Kudo: "...???"
Bo Ye Ge!? Aren't you just my mom's regular fanboy?! Why do you have a gun?!
"Where did this gun come from?!" Shinichi Kudo couldn't help but ask.
The prisoner almost thought he was the one asking the question, because he wanted to know the answer too.
"I smuggled them from the Suminoe Group, that's why I said I didn't want to waste my limited ammo." Usui Saiki casually pushed the gun forward again. "And you, don't you know whose territory this is? Coming here to cause trouble, are you tired of living?"
The prisoner's heart was pounding, and his brain was racing: "I...I'll pay protection money too..."
"You must be a fugitive who just escaped. Where did you get the money? It must be from this shop." Bo Yezhaiji sneered. "Letting you get away with it is a slap in the face to our group."
The prisoner was conflicted.
The middle school student in front of him was clearly an ordinary person. He had thought that someone who brought a child from an ordinary family out to play wouldn't be so dangerous as to have a gun.
But that clicking sound just now really seemed to be the sound of the fuse being turned on.
Thinking back to the chair that kept blocking my way, it seems like it really does have a lot of fighting experience...
There's a saying in their underworld: don't mess with young people. They're the kind of kids who love to show off and prove themselves. They don't know their own strength and don't think too much about the future. They can easily lose their temper and accidentally kill someone.
The gun's origin is plausible, and judging from his tone, this guy seems quite regretful about the bullets; his regret doesn't seem fake. The problem is, he only regrets the bullets but doesn't seem to care much about the consequences of firing the gun, which is quite frightening.
These details terrified him. What if the other party had really managed to get their hands on a gun and was eager to test it on him... and then ran away after firing? As a fugitive, the police might not necessarily help him get justice.
Just going through the procedures of filing a case and sending people to investigate will take a lot of time. At this time, there are no other witnesses nearby, and they might really get away.
But the incredulous expression on the boy's face made him cling to a glimmer of hope. What if, what if it wasn't a real gun? The chances of one of the two people eating together being an ordinary person and the other a yakuza member shooting without hesitation were rather low, weren't they? What if it was just a bluff?
"Why that expression?" The person behind him suddenly asked the middle school student, "Don't you know who I am?"
Shinichi Kudo: "...We've only met twice, including this time. How am I supposed to know who you are!"
Who carries a gun when they go out to eat?!
The prisoner's heart sank.
Damn it, this ordinary guy doesn't actually know the person behind him, which means he could really be a gangster...
However, unlike the criminals, after saying that, Shinichi Kudo habitually thought about it a little deeper and suddenly felt that there might be a deeper meaning in what he just said.
He didn't know what Brother Bo Ye did, but he knew that Brother Bo Ye was someone brought along by an international superstar. Maybe he was working on a film set, and there were prop guns or something on set. After filming, he could take them away or buy them directly thanks to the big star's fame... It didn't seem impossible.
Bo Ye was actually implying to him that it wasn't a real gun and that he shouldn't worry.
Suspicion points rained down, and the system practically drooled: "As expected of the protagonist of this world, so generous..."
Let him be even more generous.
Just as Shinichi Kudo calmed down, the prisoner, whose eyes had been darting around as if he wanted to struggle but was also hesitant, suddenly rolled his eyes and collapsed.
Shinichi Kudo lost his composure for a moment: "...?!"
Wait, what?! They've already made their move?! Wait, I didn't hear any gunshots...
As the prisoner fell to the ground and no longer obstructed his view, Shinichi Kudo was able to see what Saiki Usaba was holding in his other hand.
"...Stun gun?"
"Hmm." Bo Ye Saiki stuffed the stun gun he had just retrieved from the system space into his jeans pocket without changing his expression. "I can't really fire it, can I?"
Sigh, I've had this thing for two or three years now. Since it has no attributes, it's not even worth having as a decoration, so I've never bothered to claim it from the system. I never expected it to come in handy now.
Shinichi Kudo breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death..."
He felt that the shock he had just experienced was no less than that of the prisoner who had already collapsed.
Usakabe Saiki also advised him: "If you want to be a detective, you'll definitely encounter this kind of thing often in the future, so get used to it sooner rather than later."
Shinichi Kudo: "...I prefer the part where I use my brain to solve cases. I don't really like the part where I directly clash with the criminal..."
"Holmes also knows boxing and stuff. If your idol is Sherlock Holmes, you should practice more."
Shinichi Kudo remained silent.
The image of Usakabe Saiki kicking a chair with one foot just now flashed through his mind, and he slowly nodded: "...I understand."
— Boxing is out of the question, but he's good at soccer. He can work on his footwork and improve his accuracy so he can develop long-range attacks in the future!
The waiters rushed to the kitchen and rescued the tied-up shop owners. Shinichi Kudo then took the rope that had been used to tie them up and used it to tie up the criminal as well.
“I’ve already called the police,” said Usakata Saiki. “I’m leaving things here to you.”
Shinichi Kudo was taken aback: "Huh? Leave it to me? What about you?"
He's just a middle school student! What kind of kind person would leave a middle school student at a crime scene and just walk away?!
"Of course I'm leaving!" Bo Yezaki said matter-of-factly. "I've already finished eating. Staying here to wait for the police is a waste of time. I have things to do."
Shinichi Kudo vaguely felt that this was not right and wanted to keep the person there: "Don't go, the police may be here soon."
“That won’t do either,” said Bo Yezai. “What if the police ask me where I got the gun?”
Shinichi Kudo: "...Huh?! Isn't this gun a model?!"
Bo Yezaki smiled and said, "Guess."
I guess what? I guess. Shinichi Kudo was eager to get his hands on the prisoner for confirmation, but he still had the prisoner tied to his hand. The prisoner could wake up at any moment, so he couldn't let go. He could only watch helplessly as Saiki Usaba waved to him and then turned and left.
"Don't go! Brother Bo Ye! Hey!"
By the time Shinichi Kudo finally tied up the prisoner and rushed out, Saiki Usaba was already long gone.
...Well, it seems that people involved in the entertainment industry don't really want to see the police.
As for his concern that the police would ask him where the gun came from, that was probably just a random excuse to fool him. Brother Bo Ye always liked to tease him, even though he's not a child anymore.
Besides, if it were a real gun, Brother Bo Ye wouldn't have let it appear in front of anyone else—no, Brother Bo Ye wouldn't even have stayed in the store; he would have left as soon as he realized something was wrong.
Despite being complete strangers, Brother Bo Ye was willing to help rescue the shop owner and his wife; he is undoubtedly a good person.
Shinichi Kudo successfully convinced himself.
The police arrived shortly afterward.
"A model gun and a stun gun, right..." The police quickly jotted down notes. "Why would he carry something like that around?"
Not wanting to cause trouble for Usui Saiki, Shinichi Kudo offered his guess: "He's a big star... probably an assistant or something, something related to his daily work."
The police officer suddenly realized: "Oh—props used by the film crew, and props to prevent encountering obsessive fans and stalkers, I see, I understand."
Since Shinichi Kudo was considered to have acted bravely, and the criminal was a fugitive who had just escaped, and no one had died in the case, and with the waiter and the shop owner couple as witnesses, the police didn't make things too difficult for him. Seeing that he was still a student and it was getting late, they didn't bother him, asked a few questions, and planned to let him go home early.
As Shinichi Kudo walked out of the store, he still felt that something was not quite right.
...While everything else makes sense, Bo Ye's fighting skills, especially his route calculations when the chair is blocking the way...it's just too impressive...
But ultimately, the information about the crew members is just my own speculation. If you want to confirm, it's best to ask them directly...
Sigh, Brother Bo Ye just loves to play tricks on people. If he knew that he had thought so much about a model gun, Brother Bo Ye would definitely be very happy.
Anyway, Brother Bo Ye shouldn't be a bad guy. He saw through the suspicious points at a glance and subdued the criminal directly. His decisive and efficient manner is quite like Sherlock Holmes—it would be a shame if he weren't a detective!
As for his profession and why he carries these things, let him guess. If you ask him directly, it feels like you've already lost!
Shinichi Kudo clenched his fist secretly.
Let's try again later... I wonder when we'll meet again.
However, he could practice his soccer skills more; perhaps that would come in handy when he's a detective, just like Bo Ye's chair...
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The landmines have been paid off! But the energy bar... 94/100...
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Bo Ye, a former delinquent, doesn't look like one, but he certainly has a wealth of fighting experience.
And the gun is real.
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Shinichi: Usopp-kun has such a straightforward personality!
Gin: ?
Vodka: ?
Undercover agents: ?
Vermouth: Indeed
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