Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Sakaki Makoto."

"Born on September 25, 1973, currently living at 5-39-13, Beika-cho."

"Graduated from Waseda University, a mystery novelist."

After meeting Sakaki Makoto during the day, Megure Jusan retrieved Sakaki Makoto's file. After all, he had to look at the other party's background when recruiting new people.

But he didn't expect that this file would come in handy that day.

"No. 13?"

Mori Ran said in surprise: "Isn't it next door to our house?"

Mouri Kogoro was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was such a god living next to his house.

He was able to dodge bullets.

Did he go through some special training?

But what kind of special training can make people dodge bullets!

"Well, he subdued the criminal, we should ask him to take the statement."

Megure Jusan said thoughtfully: "But brother Makoto Sakaki seems to hate trouble, let the clerk Aoyama Nanami who witnessed the whole thing do the statement."

Mouri Kogoro was stunned, this treatment is a bit good

He was so envious

The arrested criminal has been sent to the hospital by ambulance. It must be said that Makoto Sakaki was a bit ruthless.

He even had a moderate concussion.

The prisoner is still unconscious.

"Hand over the gun to the Identification Department, let them investigate the source!"

"Call it a day!"

Seeing Megure Jusan withdrawing his team, Maori Kogoro hurriedly stopped him: "Inspector Megure, this case is closed like this?"

"The criminal has been caught, the evidence is irrefutable, why not close the case?" Megure Jusan looked at Maori Kogoro very strangely.

"I'm not talking about the criminal, but Makoto Sakaki."

Mouri Kogoro shook his head: "Shouldn't the police commend him?"

"Oh, you're talking about this." Megure Jusan laughed: "Brother Makoto Sakaki is a talent, I'm considering letting him join the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"Compared to commendation, I think he likes money more."

"Tomorrow I'll go there with the reward we agreed on last time, hand it to him in person, and then have a good talk with him."

"Oh, the Metropolitan Police Department hasn't found such a talent for a long time."

Megure Jusan looked relieved and got into the police car muttering.

Mouri Kogoro and Maori Ran looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

"Ran, if it was you, could you dodge that shot?"

When he got home, Maori Kogoro remembered the shot that hit his face again and couldn't help asking.

"What are you kidding, Dad? How can a person dodge a bullet!"

"That's not scientific at all!"

Mouri Ran walked into the bathroom holding a towel.

The steaming lunch box was open, and Makoto Sakaki broke open the disposable chopsticks and started eating.

The lunch boxes in the convenience store looked cheap, but the taste was absolutely amazing.

It might also be because Makoto Sakaki was too hungry.

As long as he could fill his stomach, the taste was secondary.

The bitterness of the oolong tea highlighted the deliciousness of the grilled salmon, but the only flaw was that there was too little rice.

A lunch box was at most 300 grams, and I don’t know how the Japanese can eat enough.

Anyway, Makoto Sakaki couldn’t eat enough.

He cooked himself another bowl of instant noodles, beat two eggs in it luxuriously, and took out the seaweed crumbs from the seasoning table to go with the rice. After wolfing it down.

Crack!

In the dark room, a flash of fire passed.

Makoto Sakaki lit a cigarette and nestled comfortably in the sofa, feeling that his life had been sublimated.

He suddenly remembered the letter.

The letter that the group of men in black stuffed into his house.

The envelope was very thin, and there was absolutely no way to hide anything. Sakaki Cheng held a cigarette in his mouth, tore open the envelope, and poured out a piece of paper from it.

An interview invitation.

The time is tomorrow afternoon, at the Qingchang Biological Experimental Research Institute in Beihua Town. There is also a map attached to the back of the letter paper.

As if he was afraid that he would not be able to find the way.

Originally, Sakaki Cheng planned to throw it aside and ignore it, but the salary after the successful interview made him give up the idea.

Once the interview is passed, there is no internship period, and he will be directly appointed with a monthly salary of 1 million yen.

"Hiss"

Sakaki Cheng's diaphragm contracted, the top of the diaphragm dropped, and he took a breath of cold air.

His eyes also turned into stars.

This is 1 million!

Although it is Japanese yen, it is also a large amount of money.

1 million a month, 10 million in ten months, without eating or drinking, the debt can be paid off in 50 months.

What a good deal!

Sakaki Cheng was depressed again and sighed faintly.

The room was extremely messy, which made people feel upset. Sakaki Cheng put out his cigarette, got up and started to clean up.

Japan has very strict garbage classification. For example, the plastic paper on the outside of the Coke bottle is recyclable plastic garbage, which is one category.

Bottle caps are non-combustible garbage, which is one category.

The bottles themselves have to be put into a special plastic bottle recycling bin, which is another category.

Seven days a week, the types of garbage collected are different every day. Once you miss the recycling time at 8 o'clock in the morning, you have to wait until next week.

In comparison, cans are the easiest to classify.

You rarely see complicated packaging for Japanese food.

After working for an hour, Sakaki Cheng cleaned up the room roughly and filled five plastic bags.

After doing all this, he was exhausted. He took a simple shower and fell asleep on the bed.

The next day, the doorbell woke him up.

Perhaps because he slept too deeply, Sakaki Cheng got up a little late, and people outside started knocking on the door.

"Hey! Get the axe!"

"Brother Sakaki Makoto might have met with an accident!"

Hearing this shout, Sakaki Makoto immediately jumped up from the bed and walked towards the entrance angrily, wondering who cursed him to death?

Can't you think better?

Sakaki Makoto opened the door with a dark face, and saw Megure Jusan holding a fire axe, ready to chop it down with all his strength.

They stared at each other, and there was a dead silence.

Megure Jusan coughed twice, hid the fire axe behind him without leaving a trace, and laughed awkwardly: "Oh, brother Sakaki Makoto, I'm so glad you're okay, I thought there was a murder in your house."

"Ha, ha, Inspector Megure is really dedicated, and he doesn't forget to work hard on his day off."

Sakaki Makoto laughed dryly.

"Brother Sakaki Makoto, how did you know I was on vacation today?" Megure Jusan asked in confusion.

"Police officers need to wear police uniforms and badges on normal working days. Inspector Megure came to see me today in casual clothes. He must be on vacation."

Megure Jusan was wearing a yellow sportswear and running shoes, so Makoto Sakaki came to this conclusion.

"Brother Makoto Sakaki is really good at observing details. Okay, I wonder if I can go in and sit for a while?"

"And me, and me!"

Suzuki Sonoko, wearing a headband, jumped out from behind Megure Jusan. Seeing Makoto Sakaki's outfit, her face suddenly turned red.

Makoto Sakaki has the habit of sleeping naked and only wears a pair of boxer briefs.

Fortunately, it's not a brief, otherwise it would be embarrassing. Makoto Sakaki calmly made way.

"Come in."