Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

As a commercial pedestrian street, Ginza 2-chome is worthy of its name.

Under the high-rise buildings, restaurants and brand-name shops can be seen everywhere on the street. The prices of goods in the glittering French windows are prohibitive.

A handbag can easily cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. If you enter the store and ask for it, you can also see the so-called treasure of the store.

In a daze, Sakaki Cheng found himself lost.

Being swept up by the crowd and following the group of office workers, Sakaki Cheng actually came to an area with flashing red lights.

Because it was just night, there were not many people here. The most erected signs on both sides were the free information center.

No minimum consumption is required for admission.

If it was just like this, it would be fine, but the problem is

The posters posted around are all handsome guys dressed weirdly and wearing revealing clothes.

If Sakaki Makoto guessed correctly, he came to a street of gigolos.

At the door of each store stood a fierce-looking gangster. They were the protectors of these gigolos, preventing the "weak men" in the store from being groped by some aunties.

In addition to them, there were mostly middle-aged women here. They were dressed gorgeously, wearing dazzling jewelry, thick makeup, and the perfume on their bodies could choke a cow to death.

Here, Sakaki Makoto stood out from the crowd and was very conspicuous.

"Ah~ This guy, which store are you the top star of? Sister, go to support you~"

"That's right~ You must accompany us for a few drinks tonight~"

"We have plenty of money~"

As a "weak man alone" without the protection of the gang, Sakaki Makoto received a very grand "reception".

A group of heavily made-up aunties, of varying weights, pulled and tugged at him, and if he wasn't careful, he would be touched a few times. Sakaki Makoto protected his vital parts, his face tense, and kept explaining that he was not a gigolo.

But who would believe it!

If you are not a gigolo, why would you run to a gigolo street at night?

So, these aunties regarded Sakaki Makoto's rebuttal as restraint and shyness, and the lack of money.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stuffed a lot of money at him, and Sakaki Makoto wanted to cry but had no tears, and he couldn't argue.

He said everything he could say, but people didn't believe him!

Not to mention, there was a lot of money

No!

Sakaki Makoto's body shook, and his eyes became clear.

How could he be blinded by money and pollute his body?

People should have principles.

Just as Makoto Sakaki was thinking about how to get out, a surprised voice came from outside the crowd: "Mr. Makoto Sakaki?"

The crowd parted, and Ishikawa Hide came over with two sexy gigolos.

"Why are you here?"

"Have you figured it out and are you going to our popular gigolo agency?"

Makoto Sakaki shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, no, I wanted to go to Ginza to buy a mobile phone, but I got lost."

"Lost little lamb. Hmm!"

Ishikawa Hide patted Makoto Sakaki on the shoulder: "This is a good selling point!"

"I'm telling the truth."

Ishikawa Hide saw Makoto Sakaki's embarrassment, raised his eyebrows, and said with understanding: "Everyone, this is a guest of our new group, not a gigolo."

"Please disperse."

In the gigolo street, Ishikawa Hide is still very prestigious. He said to disperse, and in a moment, the aunts surrounding Makoto Sakaki left with reluctance.

Sakaki Makoto breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. You're a new customer. It's only natural for me to help you."

As he spoke, Ishikawa Hide laughed: "Do you want to come to the store and take a look?"

"The guys in the store are all very energetic!"

Sakaki Makoto glanced at the two gigolos behind him, who had puffy faces, dark circles under their eyes that were bigger than their eyes, and had to use heavy makeup to cover them up. They looked weak and said with a stern face: "No need. I'm busy buying a mobile phone."

"I won't bother you."

"Goodbye."

"Is that so?" Ishikawa Hide sighed regretfully.

"Then let me take you out. After crossing this street, Ginza is outside."

Ishikawa Hide didn't mean to force Sakaki Makoto. Anyway, when the other party couldn't pay back the money, he would come back naturally.

Just as Ishikawa Hide was introducing the "good customs" of the gigolo street to him, more and more people on the street gradually appeared.

Under normal circumstances, the business hours of the R20-limited venues are from 12:00 to 5:00 PM, but the warm-up will start from 8 or 9 o'clock.

Even so, it's only 6 o'clock now, and some people can't help but come to hang out and see who is the top star of each house tonight.

Once they find the person they like, they will spend money to reserve a seat, then go shopping, and come back at 9 o'clock.

All the people who come in and out here are rich people, and the host club run by Shangxin Group is second to none, and it is full every day.

For a bottle of 120,000 yen wine, the host can get 12,000 yen, which is 10% of the dividends.

The top host has fixed followers every day, and it is normal to sell millions of wines in one night.

On holidays or Valentine's Day, this number will be doubled several times.

A veritable den of money.

Just as Sakaki Cheng was sighing with emotion, a shrill scream suddenly came from above his head.

"Ah!!! Someone's dead!!!"

The direction of the voice was exactly the gigolo club of Shangxin Group.

Sakaki Makoto and Ishikawa Hide looked at each other, and at the same time, they rushed into the club.

There were many people in the club, all of them were gigolos of the club, some of them were only half-done in makeup, and some didn't even wear shoes.

More and more people came to the door after hearing the noise, and there was a faint uncontrollable trend. Ishikawa Hide took off his shirt, showing his tattoos all over his back, and roared, which immediately shocked the scene.

"No one, go out and maintain order!"

"Yamada, go call the police!"

"Hasegawa, you block the scene and don't let anyone in!"

"Genji! You follow me!"

After a series of orders, Ishikawa Hide's aura surprised Sakaki Makoto. He was usually amiable, but at this moment he showed the majesty of the first person in charge.

He is worthy of being a gangster.

The man called Genji is also a gangster. His face is gloomy and terrifying, with a scar at the corner of his eye. His serious appearance is intimidating.

Under his guidance, Ishikawa Hide and Sakaki Makoto came to a separate dressing room. The room was messy. The deceased was hung high on the ceiling by a rope. The makeup on his face was not yet completed. There was a long lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide open, and his death was miserable.

Looking at the corpse, Ishikawa Hide clenched his fists, anger seeping from his eyes.

"Takizawa."

"Damn it!!!"

"Who, who did it!!!"

Genji suddenly said: "Brother Ishikawa, when Takizawa was found, the room was locked."

"There are no windows in the room. The only way to enter the room is this door. The only key is in the drawer, and there is no sign of damage to the door lock."

"Takizawa, he, he, he is very likely to commit suicide"

Sakaki Makoto walked around the corpse for a few times, and suddenly saw some white powder sprinkled at the feet of the corpse. He quickly picked up a little and put it under his nose to smell.

"Diacetylmorphine?!"