Chapter 152 Seven-Day Appointment—The midfield is coming!
"Master, Jiang Shouhuang has been captured."

"Oh." Su Beixun reached out and opened the door with an expressionless face.

In fact, he had always been inside the room of the Rice Flower Hotel, and the so-called rooftop scenery on TV was all the result of Noah's Ark's post-production rendering.

"Aren't you curious?"

"Why should I be curious?"

Su Beixun took off his conspicuous top hat, looked at the long staircase hesitantly for a moment, stretched his increasingly fragile ankle, and decided to take the elevator down.

"Isn't he your brother? And judging from the message you left for him, you seem to care about him."

Su Beixun smiled and said, "That's how you understand it."

He looked at the blood-red pupils reflected on the closed metal door, blinked and said, "But, I am a good brother and I watched him die... There is no conflict between the two things."

As he said this, he even laughed out loud: "Why not say that if he can die before me, then I might be happy when I collect his body."

Noah's Ark was speechless. It could not interpret this twisted idea at all, so it simply gave up thinking and used its computing power for more valuable things.

Get out of the hotel.

Su Beixun looked up at the helicopter circling in the sky, then lowered his head again: "How about the things I asked you to collect?"

"Everything has been found!" Noah's Ark said immediately.

"Let's go then."

Su Beixun got on the motorcycle, shielding himself from the sun that was shaking him uncomfortably, and licked the corners of his mouth: "Let's make some small preparations for tomorrow's show!"

##
Under the same sunshine.

In a narrow and dark house, Jiang Shouhuang, who was suffering from a splitting headache, slowly opened his eyes.

He was in a daze for a moment, and when he remembered what happened before, his eyes quickly focused and he looked at his situation calmly.

From the outside, this looks like a very cheap rental house, about 30 square meters in total, with no decoration inside except for a rusty bunk bed in the corner against the wall.

And the big-bellied policeman who knocked him out was now sitting there.

"Are you awake?" Megure looked up at him.

The little fat boy then realized that his wrists were tied and he was hanging high in the air. He subconsciously twisted and struggled, but the rope that bound him was extremely strong.

"I advise you not to move."

Megure said expressionlessly: "Although I put a sponge between the rope and your wrist, the intense friction will still leave a wound... I won't care if it hurts."

Jiang Shouhuang didn't sense the murderous intent, and dressed like a normal child, and asked timidly: "Uncle, aren't you a policeman? Why did you bring me here?"

"Because you are Su Beixun's younger brother."

The little fat man frowned and asked tentatively: "...Do you have a grudge against him?"

"Blood feud!"

The corner of Jiang Shouhuang's mouth twitched.

[Implicated in revenge? That's bad! ]

He closed his eyes to prevent the other party from seeing his emotions, and still pretended to be afraid, thinking about how to escape.

From his struggle just now, he could feel that the small knife inside the trouser leg was still there - the extra-large trousers were very useful in hiding things because of their width.

Now, just wait for an opportunity!
Jiang Shouhuang tilted his head and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, Su Beixun and I are also enemies! He destroyed my family, and I wish he would die immediately... If you want revenge, it's useless to look for me!"

"Revenge? No, I just wanted to lure him out!"

"Ah?" Jiang Shouhuang was really surprised: "Lure him out? Use me?"

——Did you listen to what I said before?!

Megure took out his phone indifferently and took several photos of him hanging in the air: "Jiang Shouyi is obviously pretending to be Su Beixun, but you concealed it for him... I am willing to bet that there is a special relationship between you two."

Jiang Shouhuang's eyes widened, unable to accept it: "...Just that?"

"It's just a try." Megure held down his hat with a complicated look in his eyes: "If it really doesn't work, I'll let you go in two days."

Seeing him turn around and leave, the little fat man yelled, "Wait! Two days later? You mean to keep me here for two days?!"

"Don't worry, you won't die." Megure turned his back to him and opened the shabby wooden door.

Jiang Shouhuang swayed in the air, gritting his teeth and saying, "Damn it! Who are you?"

"It's just a dead policeman."

“…dead?”

"Yes."

The wooden door flipped open, and a hollow echo came from the corridor into the room: "I am now nothing more than an obsession born from the corpse that Su Beixun killed."

"I'm going to kill him, no matter what method I use, even if it means resorting to unscrupulous means... Just like he said - people who only want to live in the light cannot drag the devil into hell with them!"

Jiang Shouhuang was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the noise outside the room completely disappeared.

"Damn it...why are you everywhere!"

The little fat boy was unwilling to give in.

No matter how determined he is, he will still be forced to do things against his will and be implicated or even killed because of these unexpected events!
[Too weak! I am too weak! ]

Jiang Shouhuang stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the rope that was hanging him. He exerted force on his waist and abdomen, trying to turn his body over and let the knife in his trouser leg slip out.

With his body size, it was not easy to do this even with the flexibility of a child. The sweating caused by the intense exercise made him more dehydrated, but the little fat boy still gritted his teeth and tried again and again.

The slackness he felt when he heard that Su Beixun was going to die and the pride he felt when his abilities improved completely disappeared! Jiang Shouhuang now had only one idea: to gain power through Noah's Ark and truly control his own life!
as well as……

Kill the bastard policeman who kidnapped him!

##
Inside the police station.

Officer Sato, who was organizing the work, stood up suddenly.

"What did you say?! Jiang Shouxiang disappeared?! And after Officer Megure was there?"

Officer Sato, with bloodshot eyes, heard such bad news before he found Su Beixun.

"Okay...Okay, I understand."

After comforting the worried maid, Officer Sato stood up with a grim expression and asked another officer next to him to take over the command of the helicopter. He then selected four or five police officers, as well as Maori, whose expression changed drastically, to go to Jiang Shou's house together.

Thinking of the middle-aged man whom he regarded as his father, Sato stepped on the accelerator and the car speeded up.

"Officer...please don't do anything stupid!"

##
the other side.

Conan and Hattori looked at the closed door with a gloomy look on their faces. Although they had been prepared, they were still very unhappy to find nothing.

Hattori lowered his head: "Show me that website again!" "What are you going to do?" Conan didn't understand, but still clicked it and handed the phone to him.

Hattori dialed the number angrily: "I want to call him!"

"Huh?" Conan's mouth twitched: "We don't know anything right now, it's not a good idea to call directly."

He rolled his eyes again and said, "Besides, the number on the website is a landline number, you will only get a call to an empty office!"

"Eh? When did you become so slow?" Hattori shook the phone page at him: "Those clients who left messages below are likely to know the other party's private number. Can't we just ask them?"

"..."

##
Far away in the office of the Public Security Headquarters.

Amuro Toru rubbed his swollen and painful brows and asked Kazami Yuya beside him: "How far have you gone in analyzing Noah's Ark?"

"This... is not optimistic." Feng Jian frowned: "We have summoned all the top programmers in the country, and even extended an olive branch to the hackers in the underground world... But even so, we still can't understand how Noah's Ark works."

Amuro Toru took a deep breath, and with his strong qualities, he suppressed the "Gin catchphrase" that almost came out of his mouth, and said tiredly: "Tell them to speed up!"

——In his opinion, compared to Su Beixun, cracking Noah’s Ark is the top priority now!

Seeing Fengjian taking the order and leaving, Amuro was about to lie down on the table for a nap, but the spare cell phone in his arms suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number, and it was called from a SIM card he had bought specifically for his job as a detective. He hung up without a second thought.

But just as he closed his eyes, the number called again. Amuro Toru scratched his hair in annoyance and simply turned off his phone.

##
Yunjuan Yunshu.

When the countdown is hanging over everyone's head, time seems to become much less valuable. It feels like a day has passed quickly without doing anything.

Conan rubbed his eyes and looked at Hattori, who still had obvious dark circles under his eyes despite his skin color. He said with his half-moon eyes: "... You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

"Yeah." The waiter collapsed on the sofa, mad: "I called every half hour for the whole night, but that bastard didn't answer a single call!"

"...You are really persistent."

Conan looked around and saw that the uncle had not arrived yet, so he jumped up with the help of the table and took the TV remote control in his hand.

"Let's see what happens today." He sighed and turned on the TV.

To be honest, Conan felt that this behavior was very wrong - Su Beixun had made such a big move, but he did nothing except spying on the other party through the TV every day!
But there is no way. Compared with the Hokkaido stage where he invited people to participate before, this show is more like Su Beixun’s own one-man show.

It is 7:20 now, and the blood-red countdown on the TV has 40 minutes left. Although the morning news gives an in-depth report on the social chaos of the day, no one in Japan can watch it right now.

The gray-blue clock on the wall was ticking.

The door of the office suddenly opened.

"I'm back!" Kogoro Mouri, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, walked into the room drunkenly holding a newspaper.

Hattori pinched his nose, speechless: "Uncle, didn't you go to the police station? You're in a critical situation and you're still drinking outside."

He sighed and had nothing to say to the unreliable adults.

"What does it matter!" Kogoro Mouri burped and waved the newspaper in his hand wildly.

Xiaolan quickly helped him to a chair, poured him a cup of hot water, and said with a headache, "Drink some water first, Dad."

Maori took the cup with blurry eyes, and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground.

Xiaolan picked it up and was about to put it away, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of the side that was folded up on purpose.

"... Megure Jusan... Former detective maliciously kidnapped?!" She read out the headline of the newspaper in horror, and Conan stood up and moved closer.

"Sister Xiaolan, let me see!"

Hattori also handed over his head.

When he saw the testimonies and clues found in the room, as well as the published photo of Jiang Shouhuang half hanging in the air, he immediately said angrily: "Kidnapping a child... It's really an insult to the name of a criminal police!"

boom!
"That's not the kind of person the officer is!"

Maori Kogoro slammed the table and stood up, loudly retorting. But then he lowered his head and kept muttering: "...It's not like that...It's not like that..."

Conan looked at the newspaper carefully and pointed at the photo: "This photo was obviously taken by Officer Megure and sent to the newspaper... I think there must be some deep meaning behind his doing this."

Is it to lure out Su Beixun?

Conan didn't quite believe it, after all, he knew the relationship between the two and the little fat man's resentment towards Su Beixun. But it seemed that this was the only explanation.

"What does the Jiang Shou Foundation say?" Conan looked at the uncle: "The police are short-handed now, but with their strength, it shouldn't be difficult to find it by following the clues, right?"

Mao Li came back to his senses and said sarcastically, "Their attitude is not positive. Some even want the police to give up the case."

"...A dirty struggle within the consortium?" Conan sighed and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, with Officer Megure's character, he will never do anything too extreme."

Is that so? If it was Inspector Megure from before, Maori would definitely believe it, but now...

He clenched his fingers on the table: "No... I want to go find him! I want to ask him in person what he is thinking?!"

After saying that, without caring about the countdown that was about to end, he staggered out and slammed the door again.

"father!"

Conan tried to stop Xiaolan from following him, saying, "Leave uncle alone for a while. I believe he can figure it out."

"But..." Xiaolan pursed her lips and looked at the door worriedly, but still stopped.

The air in the office became increasingly heavy, as if it was making it hard to breathe.

And in this difficult atmosphere, the TV station, which had adjusted its program time, ended the news on time and seamlessly connected to Su Beixun's camera.

The screen flashed. When the picture became clear, it still showed a closed room. But unlike the warehouse on the first day, under the dim light, it was still possible to see that this was a courtroom decoration.

The gallery, the defendant's seat, the judge's seat... and a red-eyed child wearing a black robe and an eight-foot mirror badge, pretending to be the presiding judge.

##
"Everyone, welcome back."

Without a hat, Su Beixun just touched his chest and bowed. He stood up and smiled, "After a day of thinking, I found that everyone doesn't seem to be keen on class... But I can understand it. After all, it happened suddenly, and it's normal to have some concerns."

He stretched out his hand and said, "In order to help everyone get on the right path as soon as possible, let me show you a shortcut today."

The camera panned in the direction of his palm. In the brown wooden dock, three men of different appearances, bound in iron handcuffs, kept struggling and swearing wildly.

Their words were vulgar and filthy, but everyone could see that they were ruthless. Su Beixun turned a deaf ear to them, and a warm smile still emanated from his narrowed eyes.

He held up his finger.

"The third day!"

"The Trial of the Court of Fire!"

"Dedicated to all the lost people who are wandering at the crossroads."

He laughed loudly, picked up the gavel beside him and banged it: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's open the court!"

(End of this chapter)