Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

The wind is a bit cold.

Sakaki Cheng wrapped his clothes and put Ishikawa Shu's business card into his pocket.

Although Ishikawa Shu's proposal is very tempting, it also sounds very profitable. He can earn 50 million yuan in five years.

But what the hell is being a Cowherd!

He knew that the Cowherd whom Ishikawa Hide mentioned was not someone who just chatted and laughed with a companion. He must have used a real sword and a real gun.

To think that he is so good-looking and talented, yet he is reduced to the point where he has to sell his looks to make a living?

No, absolutely not!

It is impossible for Cowherd to do it, but the IOU is real.

Sakaki frowned for a moment. He had never been to Japan, and judging from the style of the buildings on the street, they didn't seem to be very advanced.

However, there is not even a low-headed person to be seen on the street. Only primary school students returning home from school will read comics and occasionally pass by a person on the phone.

Sakaki glanced at the black brick in his hand and stopped immediately.

What was that just now?

Big Brother?

No, no, no, does anyone still use Mobile Phone these days?

Hey, he's been eliminated a long time ago!

I must have seen it wrong

There was a newsstand not far away. Sakaki took three steps at a time and rushed over to pick up a copy of today's morning paper.

"Big shock! The savior of the Japanese police, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, young high school detective Kudo Shinichi solved the aquarium murder case! Received a police reward of 200,000 yen!"

"The well-known company Shibasaki Trading Co., Ltd. suddenly declared bankruptcy this morning! President Shibasaki Ichiro refused to be interviewed by reporters and remained silent about the bankruptcy!"

Publication date: January 8, 2008

Sakaki Makoto: "."

"The eighth year of Heisei. It's 1996, right?"

"Stop joking! Why does it have to be 1996!"

"Also, isn't Sherlock Holmes a character in a novel? A high school student becomes the savior of the Japanese police?"

"This is too ridiculous!"

In the world before Sakaki's time travel, there was no Mount Gosho. For the same reason, there was no Detective Conan.

He has never heard of Kudo Shinichi!

"Hey! Do you want to buy the newspaper or not? If not, put it down!" The owner of the newsstand glared at Sakaki.

It is very rude to read newspapers sold by others without permission. Sakaki smiled apologetically and took out a black wallet.

There was only a meager thousand-yuan bill and a few coins in the wallet, totaling 1,530 yen.

In addition, there are a bunch of keys, a personal number card, and two credit cards, one from Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation and one from Mitsubishi Bank.

The name on the individual number card is Sakaki Makoto, which sounds similar to his original name Shen Makoto. He was born in Showa 47.

It is obviously not feasible to continue using the previous name. If you want to survive temporarily in Japan, you must accept a new identity.

After hesitating for a while, Sakaki reluctantly took out the 500-yen coin and handed it to the newsstand owner.

The newsstand owner glanced at him, his face became much more relaxed, and he muttered while making change: "Really, since you plan to buy something, you should pay for it first, and I misunderstood again."

Four hundred-yuan coins were handed back.

Sakaki seized the opportunity and asked: "Boss, can you get money for helping the police solve the case?"

"Ah, you are talking about Kudo Shinichi, don't think about imitating him. He is a genius and can solve all kinds of cases that make the police helpless. The reward is not that easy to get." The boss looked at Sakaki Makoto's face Dress up, he reminded me kindly.

"In other words, as long as you help the police solve some difficult cases, you can get rewards?" Sakaki asked.

"That's right."

This is a way to make money.

In 1996, when the trend was just beginning, there were many ways to make money, but

Looking at the 1,430 yen left in his wallet, Sakaki reluctantly gave up the idea.

"How much money can you get?" Sakaki asked seriously, "If you help the police solve the case."

Perhaps because he had a bad attitude just now and wanted to make up for it, the newsstand owner thought for a moment and said, "It ranges from a few thousand to hundreds of thousands of dollars, it depends on what the case is."

"If you help the police catch a thief, you can only get verbal praise."

"But if you catch the fleeing criminal or provide clues, you can get a reward of tens of thousands of dollars."

"For those like Kudo Shinichi, who directly help the police solve the murder case, the reward will be higher, of course, but it will not exceed 300,000."

"If a criminal who intends to threaten national security is caught, the reward will be huge, even one million is possible."

"Well, these are things that smart people do, ordinary people like us can't do it."

Seeing that Sakaki was so interested in solving the case, the newsstand owner asked curiously: "Are you some kind of private detective?"

Sakaki smiled: "I am a mystery writer, not a detective."

"Oh~" the boss said in awe: "Do you have any famous works?"

Sakaki Makoto: "."

If he were in his previous life, he would have published a few books, but what if he traveled back to his original body?

I'm afraid no one will know if I tell you.

"No." Sakaki pointed to the clothes on his body and said, "If I had written any books, I wouldn't have fallen to where I am now."

According to Sakaki Cheng's inference, the original person is probably also a novelist.

The white fingers are covered with thin calluses, which look like those of people who often hold pens.

The clothes are wrinkled and not well-fitting, and there is stubble on the face. It can be judged that the original body is not an office worker, because Japanese office workers have very strict requirements on appearance.

Since he is not an office worker, he must be a freelancer. There are ink stains on the cuffs, which smell of rust and fragrance, which is a typical carbon ink.

Common inks are divided into two types: carbon ink and non-carbon ink.

Carbon ink is dark in color, not easy to fade, and easy to preserve. Because a small amount of glue is added, it is easy to clog the pen, but it is still the first choice of many writers.

Non-carbon ink is a dye-based ink that will fade, is not waterproof, and is easy to bleed paper. At the same time, it is more expensive than carbon ink.

The decisive evidence is still the notebook and pen in Makoto Sakaki's arms. The ink in the pen is the same type of ink as the ink on the cuffs, and there are some case essays written on the notebook, which is a habit of writers.

From the above points, we can draw a preliminary conclusion that Makoto Sakaki's original body is also a novelist, and he also writes mystery novels.

But it was obvious that the works didn't sell well, otherwise he wouldn't be so poor as to go to the gambling house.

Hearing that there were no works, the newsstand owner immediately lost interest. Just then, another customer came, so he turned around and started to greet him.

Makoto Sakaki took the newspaper and found out his address through his personal number card. He walked towards home while looking at the road signs.

"No. 13, 5-chome, Beika-cho?"

"Beika-cho? Is there such a place in Tokyo?"

Although Makoto Sakaki had never been to Japan, he was still very familiar with some of the more famous places.

For example, Akihabara.

Akihabara should be regarded as a very iconic electrical street in Tokyo.

That's right, Akihabara was originally famous for electrical appliances.

After the 1980s, the rise of Japanese ACGN culture gradually overshadowed the electrical street, causing many people to only know Akihabara as a gathering place for gentlemen, but they didn't know that it was once a black market for rare high-tech electronic products.

A crowded crowd appeared in front of them. Many people gathered together and looked up at the sky. The lights of the police car flashed.

The little monster appeared?

Sakaki Cheng stopped and looked in the direction they were looking. He didn't see the expected little monster, but a middle-aged uncle standing on the rooftop timidly, as if he wanted to jump off the building to commit suicide.

The police set up a cordon, and a police officer wearing a beige suit and a beige hat and with a big belly was directing the people.

"Ah! Isn't that Ichiro Shibasaki?!" Two high school girls shouted.

"Ichiro Shibasaki?" A puzzled voice came from the crowd.

"Newspaper, newspaper! Didn't you read today's morning paper? He is the president of Shibasaki Shoji Co., Ltd., which declared bankruptcy!"

Sakaki Cheng glanced at the newspaper and found Ichiro Shibasaki's name on it.

Just below the news about Kudo Shinichi.

It's really pitiful, the limelight was completely covered.

Most people only notice that Kudo Shinichi has solved another big case, and news like the bankruptcy of a certain company is no longer surprising.

After all, it is now the economic downturn in Japan.

The lost twenty years.

During this period, countless companies went bankrupt, many people lost their jobs, and suicide by jumping off a building became the norm.

The crowd of onlookers talked a lot, looking like they were watching a show. The police officer inside the cordon was sweating anxiously, and kept giving orders on the radio, shouting: "Go and ask for a negotiation expert!"

"But, but, Inspector Megure, if we ask for a negotiation expert now, it may be too late!" a policeman shouted.

Makoto Sakaki, who wanted to leave, suddenly trembled, stopped, and raised his hand.

"I am the negotiation expert."