Chapter 57 Zero's Guess Three People and Four Swords (1,3)
Toru Amuro noticed Shirasu Gawa standing on the street very early on.
This man with unusually long hair had been standing obediently near the sidewalk twenty minutes ago, seemingly observing the pedestrians on the side of the road.
Normally, even if he was a suspicious person who had infiltrated the Black Organization under a police alias, he would not pay too much attention to passers-by. But what was unusual was that this person was holding a knife more than 70 centimeters long in his hand!
Judging from the length and weight, it is not a prop of otaku culture that is popular in Japan, but a real sword!
In the past, he would not have meddled in other people's business. But recently, the Metropolitan Police Department is investigating a bizarre murder case.
The peculiar shape of the victim's wound was not caused by a common dagger or fruit knife, but by a Japanese sword which is rarely used in modern times and is only collected for collection purposes. The whereabouts of the murder weapon is still unknown.
The day after the incident, Maori Kogoro received another commission. The client claimed that a knife suddenly appeared in his home, which gave him a gloomy feeling, so he did not dare to approach. That night, he had a nightmare about a man-eating monster. He wanted to take the evidence to the Metropolitan Police Department to report the crime, but he did not expect that the knife disappeared the next day just as strangely as it had come.
The Metropolitan Police Department does not accept this reason for reporting the case, so we have no choice but to entrust the investigation to a private detective.
The client suspected that the supernatural was involved, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why an ordinary person without any enemies would encounter such "suspected intimidation".
Toru Amuro and Conan both firmly believe that this must have been man-made. Nightmares may be the result of thinking about something during the day, or the criminal may have used hallucinogenic drugs.
The police, who were more informed, even linked the "elusive knife" to the murder case. And then there was the exhibition that the Suzuki family was about to hold...
At such a sensitive time, seeing the swords listed as dangerous goods, Toru Amuro couldn't help but investigate.
"Excuse me, is that a replica of a katana in your hand?"
Bai Suchuan turned around and saw a handsome blond waiter, wearing an apron with the pattern of the coffee shop next door, walking towards him with a smile.
Although he was a little surprised to be approached by a stranger, Shirasu nodded gently: "Yes."
He imitated Tsurumaru and wrapped thick strips of cloth around the sword, but he was still recognized. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
The blond man seemed a little embarrassed: "Hello, my name is Amuro Toru, I'm a clerk at this Polo Cafe, and I'm also an ancient sword enthusiast. I just saw through the glass window that you were holding something that looked like a Japanese sword. I'm so sorry! I couldn't help but bother you for the moment!"
Bai Suchuan smiled and shook his head: "How could that be? It's normal for people to get excited when seeing something they like, and I wasn't disturbed."
"That's great! To be honest, I just started in this industry and I'm most obsessed with it. I was disappointed for a long time because I didn't get an invitation to the Suzuki Group Sword Exhibition! It's great to be understood!" The blond man breathed a sigh of relief.
Shirasuka was fond of polite people. This handsome dark-skinned waiter had a high EQ, and his love for swords did not seem fake, and he did not ask him any difficult questions. Shirasuka quickly became familiar with him, and even followed him into the store and agreed to his request for a close-up appreciation.
A gentleman helps others to achieve their goals. Although there is no reward, Bai Qichuan is still happy to fulfill the small dream of an ordinary shop assistant.
Since Hasebe couldn't meet him right away, he could only call Geto Suguru later.
Besides, he will meet someone here soon...
In order to prevent himself from summoning the Tsukumogami in front of others, Shirasuga did not touch Tsurumaru rashly, but let Amuro Toru appreciate it himself.
"Ah! It's a sharpened sword! So sharp!" Amuro Toru exclaimed with bright eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a replica of the famous sword 'Tsurumaru Kuninaga'! Only the stem of the original has been passed down, and I didn't expect that even the exquisite handle of this sword can be restored according to historical records!"
As if he had discovered something surprising, the blond man pulled out his phone, clicked on a picture and put it on the table for comparison: "Even the knife marks are exactly the same! It's amazing!"
Shirasuka listened to Amuro Toru praising Tsurumaru's sharpness and exquisiteness with a smile on his face. With each compliment, his smile deepened, as if he was proud of it. As for Amuro Toru's recognition of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's true identity, as he said, no one would have thought that Tsurumaru Kuninaga was the original in another sense. Everything can be explained as a replica, so Tsurumaru will be wronged for the time being.
As if he felt it was not right to occupy this precious knife any longer, the very gentlemanly man returned it after wrapping it in a cloth strip. In return, he offered to pay for Shirasu Chuan to taste his craftsmanship.
The upright young man didn't want to take advantage of others, and he had things to do, so he offered to leave.
Just before Bai Qichuan left, the clerk with fluffy blond hair stood at the door and asked with some yearning and hesitation: "Excuse me, where did you get this vibrating sword?"
Seeing Bai Suchuan stunned, he seemed to have come to his senses, stroking the back of his head and said generously: "Although I probably can't afford such a sword with exquisite craftsmanship, haha, but if there is a market for swords, I would like to see it and feast my eyes."
The Metropolitan Police Department is investigating the source of the murder weapon. They can't find the murderer, so they want to start from the source of the sale of controlled knives and trace the circulation chain. After just getting along, Amuro Toru can basically rule out the possibility that this foreigner from the flower-growing industry is the murderer - unless he has undercover-level acting skills like himself and can perfectly disguise a kind look.
Since he is not the murderer, if we can get some information about swords from Shirasuka, perhaps we can make more discoveries.
"Uh-huh... it was forged by a friend of mine."
Amuro Toru opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Your friend!"
Bai Suchuan didn't want to talk about this topic. He seemed to sense some danger and quietly stepped back, approaching the entrance of the coffee shop.
Amuro Toru had a sharp eye: There is a problem!
The origin of this knife is strange!
"What a master knife maker! Can you introduce me to..." The man who had just avoided the key points in all his conversations suddenly seemed to not be able to understand the other party's eyes and began to ask some embarrassing questions.
In a booth not far away.
"Mr. Amuro? Mr. Amuro." The young man with glasses pursed his lips restrainedly, hiding his unpleasant feeling of being ignored very well.
"Please give me a signature sandwich and an iced Americano." - Please focus on your own job and stop bothering me with another alias.
Unfortunately, his call was not heard by the person concerned.
Another beautiful waiter, Azusa Enomoto, apologized on behalf of her colleague. She didn't want her favorite singer to have a bad impression of the Polo Cafe: "I'm sorry to have kept Mr. Kito waiting for so long. I'll go get the coffee ready and Mr. Amuro will be ready soon."
The man nodded politely.
He knew Toru Amuro's name, but the other waitress's specialty was not outstanding, so he did not write down her name. Objectively, the speed of serving the dishes was delayed, so he just politely urged her a little, and his attitude was quite friendly.
No matter what he thinks in his heart, at least his image as an idol prevents him from doing anything ungentlemanly.
Fortunately, the rest of his schedule for the day was relatively flexible, so being delayed for a few minutes would only cause him some psychological discomfort.
He came to find Shirasu Gawa.
Kito Si also left Dr. Agasa's house. According to the plan, he should have taken away the packaged Amuro signature sandwich five minutes ago, but the chef was slow to act.
It's nothing.
Taking this opportunity, Jiang Jiu observed Shirasu River from the perspective of Kito Siye.
It is indeed a strange feeling to watch another character from the perspective of one character.
The special thing about this game is that although it is the same person and they know each other's experiences, their positions affect their attitudes, and they are not naturally on the same side. They have completely different views on other people's experiences and encounters, and their physical personality also has a great influence on their way of thinking. When immersed in the role, they consider things more inclined to their own interests.
However, the overall game process is controlled by Jiang Jiu, and no matter how "immersive" it is, it will be affected by the player's gaming style preferences.
When Jiu Fang Zhen and Bai Qichuan met, Jiang Jiu actually felt a rare peace in the heart of Jiu Fang Zhen who had been in chaos and depression for a long time! This is an extremely rare experience!
The peace at that moment was so precious in the violent and twisted spiritual world! Therefore, Jiu Fangzhen had a high initial favorable impression of Bai Qichuan. When Jiang Jiu was in Jiu Fangzhen's body, he was willing to get close to Bai Qichuan in his mind - although he did not take any action.
Bai Qichuan looked at Jiufangzhen as if he were a pitiful youngster, and lovingly offered to help at any time.
In a coffee shop with few people during non-peak hours, Jiang Jiu sat in a booth, looking at Bai Qichuan who was sweating coldly, counting the late minute hand on his watch, and many thoughts ran through his mind.
When Shirasu Gawa learned the method of generating spiritual power from Gojo Satoru, he asked Ji Tosi to try it at the same time, but Ji Tosi did not have the same feeling of the flow of spiritual power as Shirasu Gawa.
Perhaps because no traits related to superpowers were set when the character was created, Ji Toshi has neither talent for cursed power nor talent for spiritual power.
Therefore, no matter how unwilling he was to admit defeat, Ji Teng Si knew that he could not possess the three coveted swords - although he had not intended to possess them by force.
So……
If you can't catch up physically, then surpass them mentally!
Jiufangzhen and Baiqichuan each have their own strengths, he must not fall behind!
Jiang Jiu controlled Ji Teng Si to interrupt the conversation between Amuro Toru and them: "Bai, when will you take the two swords you stored with me?"
Amuro Toru was surprised that this regular customer actually knew Shirasu Kawan: "What a coincidence! You two are acquaintances! Wait! Are you the master sword forger?!"
Bai Suchuan, who was not controlled by the player, did not seem to expect that Ji Teng Si would talk to him at this time. His eyes widened slightly: "Ah, Ji Teng, you are here."
It was not appropriate to disturb their private conversation. Amuro Toru seemed to realize that he had been neglecting his duties after being reminded by Enomoto Azusa. Although he was very interested, he went back to the kitchen to prepare sandwiches.
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"Bai, I am willing to trade Rantoshiro and Naruko with you for the price I bought them from the collector. But I have a request." The person on the other side took the initiative in the conversation and spoke straight to the point.
At this time, Jiang Jiu returned to Bai Qichuan and was taken by Ji Tengsi to his usual seat.
The handsome man adjusted his glasses with his index finger, and the glass window next to him, which had been polished to a crystal clear state, reflected the sunlight.
"I am curious about how far humans can develop physics. If you can lend me the time-space converter in your hand, you don't have to collect such a large sum of money." Because the sword is now legally his private property, he does not feel guilty.
Shirasuka was somewhat unable to adapt to the strong elitist style of Kito Shiya, mainly because he rarely dealt with people like this.
"This... I'm sorry, you probably can't use it. Besides, government stuff should be confidential..." The kind-hearted young man even felt sorry for refusing others.
"Forget it then." He didn't think Shirasu would agree anyway. Kito Si also relaxed the conditions and asked Shirasu to collect the principles of the time-space conversion of the Time Government after returning to Honmaru. If he couldn't hand the information over to him, at least he could keep it in his mind.
Yes, after giving up on the project he was interested in, Tsukumogami, he had an idea about another ability that Shirasu Gawa possessed.
"Time and space can be manipulated at will by a tiny gear. Modern physics is being manipulated by future scientists. Will the general theory of relativity be overturned from now on? I really want to know."
Ji Teng Shiye is a very utilitarian person. He wants to control everything he sees. For some reason, from the beginning of his identity, he felt empty in his heart. He interpreted this feeling as "not being able to control enough power."
Solving the mysteries of space and time that have baffled modern physicists is a great opportunity for fame and fortune.
——This was a long-term route that Jiang Jiu had decided on long ago and had temporarily planned for Ji Teng Si. Of course, as the main storyline of the game progresses, the route can be changed at any time. After all, playability is the most important thing.
He wants to try and become Einstein in the game!
He already knew the purpose of the conversation, but when he looked at this top student from the University of Tokyo from Shirasuka's perspective, he realized how strong and decisive the system-generated Ji Tou Si was, and how shining people with firm ideals and clear goals are.
"I will. Kito, please wait. Please send it to this address first. I will find everything right away..."
Toru Amuro approached with a plate in his hand, and Shirasu's voice gradually faded behind his lips.
Amuro Toru only heard the words "collect as soon as possible". Collect what? Raise money?
By the way, he had said before that the imitation sword of Tsurumaru Kuninaga was forged by a friend, and Kito Si just said "when will the other two be taken", so could it be that Mr. Kito is the source of the sword entering the market?
Then why is Shirasu Kawan hesitating?
Putting her doubts and suspicions in her heart, the blonde waiter smiled brightly and said sincerely: "Two sandwiches and coffee, Mr. Bai's meal is on my treat, please be sure to try my specialty." Bai Qichuan had no bad feelings towards him in the first place, and now he has an even better impression of him!
Bai Suchuan was about to thank him, but he saw a cold light reflected in the blond man's eyes.
The broken glass fragments in the air reflected the dazzling sunlight, and the tiny flashes made time slow down.
Neither Shirasu Kawan nor Kito Si reacted in time to this sudden incident.
“Back off—!”
In the moment of danger, Bai Qichuan, who was protected in the arms of a man with quick reactions, only saw a sharp blade coming towards him.
An unknown man had a ferocious face and stiff movements, blood was flowing from his eyes, nose and ears, his forehead was black, and his clothes were tattered, but he was holding a knife that could cut through iron like mud and slashing wildly!
A passerby was already injured outside the door, and a vacuum quickly appeared on the street. So the criminals turned their target of attack to the peaceful coffee shop.
The weak scholar, who was barely able to even tie a chicken, was protected by the fearless service industry behind him. His legs were shaking so weakly as if he was too scared to stand up, so he was unable to escape as easily as Ji Teng Siye.
Toru Amuro stared at the criminal who seemed to have taken something crazy, while protecting Shirasuka as he retreated - he didn't want to expose his strength in front of ordinary people, but he couldn't just leave it alone. After all, the murderer was killing people in the street with a knife, and crimes of passion were the most difficult to deal with.
Wait, that knife!
Toru Amuro, who is undercover in the dark organization, tilted his head. Shirasuka's fingers, which were holding the sword tightly, were shaking. The lack of blood circulation caused his fingers to turn white. It was obvious that he was in a state of shock and it didn't seem fake.
He has a similar knife too!
And there was Ji Teng Shiye who had just escaped with other guests! He also claimed that he had a knife at home!
And they all coincidentally showed up at the same time!
This series of events is too coincidental, and it looks like the beginning of a large-scale crime, foreshadowing riots and chaos. The detective's suspicion makes Amuro smell something unusual.
The source of all this is most likely the suspected maker of antique swords, the once popular singer in Japan, Ji Tou Shiya, who has long disappeared from the Internet!
Ji Tengsi, who didn't know that he had been targeted by the tough public security chief, ran a long way. Thinking back to Bai Suchuan who didn't dare to escape because of cowardice, he shook his head in regret.
An unexpected event occurred, what a bummer!
Bai Suchuan, who was hiding behind the counter in a daze, watching the blond man with a warm smile struggling with the gangster, was in an incomparable state of shock. He was so shocked that his brain went blank, his mind could not control his body, and his feet could not move at all.
The beautiful eyebrows were scratched by the glass fragments, leaving a thin bloody mark, and bright red blood beads oozed out, like tears of blood hanging from the corners of the eyes, crumbling and about to wither.
The veins on her fingers were so prominent from exerting so much force that her thin wrists looked even more delicate.
The trembling lips could hardly utter complete words, the weak voice sounded like a mumble to oneself, or like a conversation with an unconscious dead object, seeking a little support in the nightmare.
"Black, red, my spiritual power... no..."
Suppressed again and again, the call was never spoken out.
"…Squeeze Hasebe!"
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