Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

Click!

A dazzling beam of light shone on Sakaki's face.

A bowl of pork chop rice is placed in front of you.

The unfamiliar police officer sat opposite, pointed at the pork chop rice and said with a smile:

"Eat."

"Then recruit them all."

Sakaki's heart trembled, this routine.

Why does he look so familiar?

Wait a minute!

Isn't this a trick to force a confession? !

As long as the police handed over a bowl of pork chop rice with a smile, the prisoner would burst into tears with excitement.

After finishing the pork chop rice, the prisoner will truthfully confess everything he has done.

More effective than any torture method.

And it is a method exclusive to the Japanese police.

Police from other countries have also imitated this, but the prisoners did not abandon them at all, and even provoked them with expressions of contempt and disdain.

But Sakaki is not guilty!

What mistake did he make?

It’s nothing more than a few harsh words during the live broadcast.

Is the Metropolitan Police going to sue him for defamation?

actually,

Sakaki feels that his evaluation of the Metropolitan Police Department is quite fair.

Although mixed with some personal emotions.

But it doesn’t hurt.

"What, pork chop rice doesn't suit your taste?"

The policeman opposite showed a puzzled expression.

Ordinary prisoners will gorge themselves on the pork chop rice and enjoy it.

I simply cannot resist the temptation of pork chop rice.

But Sakaki Cheng looked bored.

"Ah, no."

Sakaki scratched his head and asked a question that even he found incredible:

“Isn’t this pork chop rice poisoned?”

The policeman grinned, his expression a bit unnatural.

"Mr. Sakaki, you are here as a guest at the Metropolitan Police Department."

"You're not a prisoner, why should you worry about this?"

His eyes swept across the dark and empty room, and then looked at the chair specially provided for prisoners under him.

No matter how he looked at it, Sakaki felt that he didn't feel like a guest.

It's completely like a prisoner's treatment.

He sniffed, and the aroma of pork chop rice wafted up

It was the aroma of oil and soy sauce mixed with a seductive magic power.

It's like a pig running on the prairie, posing in a seductive pose, asking you to enjoy its body.

Gululu.

Sakaki's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

He was indeed hungry.

Except for eating half a pizza and drinking a cup of coffee at noon, he had not eaten anything for a whole day.

Hunger is inevitable.

That's right, he's not a prisoner, what should he be afraid of!

Is it possible that the police really dare to poison themselves?

Sakaki Cheng no longer hesitated, grabbed the chopsticks, and picked up the pork cutlet rice.

Just as he was about to start, the door behind him opened.

The three walked into the interrogation room.

A Chinese-character face with a scar on his right eye and an old acquaintance came to the police station. The two of them walked in behind a middle-aged man with a kind smile.

"Brother Sakaki, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Mumu Shisan took the initiative to introduce himself, first pointing to the middle-aged man with a kind smile:

"This is the police chief of our Metropolitan Police Department, Baima."

Then he pointed to the Chinese-character face with the scar on his right eye:

"This is Kiyonaga Matsumoto, the management officer of the Investigation Section 1 of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Yo.

This is a high official.

Sakaki Makoto put down the bowl.

The Inspector General of Police is the highest official of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The police officer is equivalent to the branch director, which is roughly equivalent to the division level since he is in Tokyo.

But no matter which one he is, he is extremely powerful in the police station.

Sakaki didn't expect that his remarks on TV would attract these two people.

"Hakuba Police Director, Management Officer Matsumoto, this is Sakaki Makoto."

Sakaki nodded: "I am Sakaki, please give me your advice."

"Don't take advice seriously."

The White Horse Police Director said with a smile:

"Mr. Sakaki's words really gave us a great enlightenment!"

"I'm still waiting for Mr. Sakaki to come and give us some advice."

Weird and strange.

Absolutely yin and yang.

Sakaki could tell that the Hakuba police chief was definitely angry.

But it's no wonder that no matter who hears himself being scolded on TV, he won't feel any better.

When most people hear this, they should give in and start flattering a few nice words to save themselves from being judged by others.

But Sakaki Makoto.

He really dared to follow what the other party said.

He smiled:

"Advice is not enough."

"But I do have a few questions that I would like to ask the Police Superintendent."

The three Hakuba people were stunned. They didn't expect that Sakaki would dare to act so recklessly in his own territory.

"Ahem, brother Sakaki, you must be hungry. Eat something quickly."

Megure Thirteen deliberately stopped him, and even winked a few times to signal Sakaki to shut up.

Sakaki shook his head and said:

"I'm not hungry."

At this time, Hakuba Police Chief also came to his senses. He looked at Sakaki Makoto seriously and asked with interest: "I wonder what Mr. Sakaki Makoto has to say?"

Sakaki held out three fingers:

"First, I would like to ask the Inspector General of Police, do the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department receive professional training?"

"Of course, they are all elites who graduated from the police academy and entered the Metropolitan Police Department after going through numerous reviews."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga answered first.

"Then why is the way professionally trained police officers handle cases so disappointing?"

Sakaki added: "Especially the murder case."

"For example, in tonight's case, the police officers from the Identification Division and the First Investigation Division did not play their due role in the case."

"This makes me doubt the Metropolitan Police Department's ability to handle cases."

Arrogant!

Superintendent Hakuba has never seen such an arrogant person!

How dare he blatantly provoke them!

But Sakaki Makoto's question made it difficult for him to answer.

Before coming, he had read the transcript of the case of the gigolo club.

The police did not play a role.

From beginning to end, they were only responsible for the finishing work of arresting people.

The successful solution of the case also depends on the young man in front of him.

Seeing that the three did not speak, Sakaki Makoto asked the last question:

"If there is no help from the detective, when the police face difficult and complicated cases."

"Does it have to be closed by suicide?"

Hearing this, the three of the Superintendent Hakuba blushed.

Among the cases solved by the Metropolitan Police Department, there are indeed many cases that were closed by suicide.

And most of the other solved cases also have the shadow of detectives.

Kudo Shinichi's title of "the savior of the Japanese police" is not for nothing.

It takes two to clap. Without the strong cooperation of the Metropolitan Police Department, Kudo Shinichi would not have become famous.

After asking the three questions, Sakaki Makoto put his hands in his pockets, waiting for the other party's answer.

Rather than sitting and waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative.

Whoever has the right to speak has the initiative.

Before the other party questions you, ask the other party speechless.

This is Sakaki Makoto's rhetoric.

As he expected, the three chiefs of the Hakuba Police Department were slow to give an answer.

Everyone knows that the Metropolitan Police Department has a big problem.

Especially when encountering a homicide case, it is difficult to find the clues left by the criminal without extraordinary reasoning ability.

The upper echelons of the Metropolitan Police Department have long noticed this problem.

They also want to solve it, but there is no way.

Facing criminals with high IQs, ordinary police are useless. Only police of the same level can fight with them.

Of course there are talents.

Many talents emerge from the police academy every year, but those talents are eventually sent to work as undercover agents.

Or they are promoted quickly, and after handling a few difficult cases, they are promoted and work in an office.

The Metropolitan Police Department can only pick the rest.

Pick a general from a group of short people, and go ahead with it.

The Hakuba Superintendent raised his head and made a gesture to Makoto Sakaki, inviting him to sit down.

He also sat opposite, with a serious face:

"Actually, I invited you, Mr. Makoto Sakaki, to come here today, not to hold you accountable."

"I want you to propose some constructive plans to the Metropolitan Police Department from the perspective of an outsider."