Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

Morning, 10 o'clock.

Sakaki sat down on the sofa tiredly and wiped his sweat.

Those fans were so fanatical that he couldn't stand it.

It took Sakaki only two hours to "distribute" hundreds of leaflets.

The word "fa" is not quite appropriate.

The method they use is "grabbing".

Robbery.

Fans grabbed the flyer, turned it to the blank side on the spot, took out a pen and asked him to sign it.

Of course Sakaki is such an unreasonable request.

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readily agreed.

He became a celebrity thanks to the "vigorous" promotion given to him by Japanese TV stations.

After a night of public opinion fermentation, his name was spread by word of mouth and became popular in the streets and alleys overnight.

Even the next day, he could still see his handsome face on the TV on the roadside.

The newspapers are full of reports about themselves.

The kind that occupies an exclusive page.

Be a celebrity.

It's also very annoying.

Sakaki sighed, rubbed his sore wrists, closed his eyes and planned to take a nap.

Too many things had happened in the past two days, and his brain was already overloaded.

In addition, I went to work for the first time today, so I came a little early and didn't get enough sleep.

The whole person has a feeling of exhaustion.

At ten o'clock, the number of customers in the bank gradually increased, including the president handling business, entrepreneurs who came to apply for loans, and ordinary people making current and time deposits.

One after another, the carriages and horses kept coming.

Mitsubishi Bank is a very well-known large bank with booming business.

The female staff at the counter were busy pressing the call button.

Hirota Masami sat in the third seat. She put on square glasses and greeted every guest with a professional smile.

People were coming and going in the bank, and Sakaki sat at the door unable to sleep, so he could only open his eyes and look at her.

Gin asked him to report Hirota Masami's movements every day, and he had to tell the truth.

After watching it for a while, Sakaki lost interest.

It's just too mechanical.

He knew what Masami Hirota was going to do next without even looking.

[Hello, Mr./Madam, what business do you want to handle? (laugh)】

[Ah, yes, you want to make a time deposit, right? OK, please give me your personal number card and passbook. (laugh)】

[It has been completed. Thank you for your support of Siling Bank. Welcome to visit us next time. (laugh)】

Xiaoxiaoxiao, isn't she tired?

Sakaki tilted his head, feeling a little confused.

Sitting upright and smiling sweetly, Sakaki couldn't bear to keep this up all morning.

Boring and boring.

Why did Gin ask him to stare at Hirota Masami?

If it was just like this every day, there would be no need to act on your own.

Isn't this a 40-meter-long knife cutting butter and a waste of natural resources?

Sakaki Cheng thought of the director of tea hair research at the institute again.

She is somewhat similar to Hirota Masami

"Hello!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu patrolled the hall, and happened to see Sakaki Makoto doing nothing, and his eyes widened.

"You're hiding here and being lazy!"

"I'm going to deduct one day's salary from you!"

Sakaki frowned:

"Did you see me being lazy?"

Kitamura Hisamitsu sneered: "Aren't you lazy?"

"Have you finished distributing the flyers?"

"It's finished."

Kitamura Hisamitsu: "?"

"You distributed hundreds of flyers in two hours?!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu screamed in disbelief.

In order to let Sakaki feel the cold wind in the first month, he specially arranged three times the workload for him.

It would take a normal person a day to send out 200 photos, but he sent out hundreds of photos in two hours?

Kitamura Hisamitsu glanced at the clock on the wall, and a few veins popped out on his forehead.

He figured out why.

This kid must have stuffed the flyer into the trash can!

Hum hum, if you find a large number of leaflets in the trash can

I can justifiably fire you!

Kitamura Hisamitsu showed a malicious smile and patted Sakaki Makoto on the shoulder:

"Oh, it's not easy. Now that you've finished distributing flyers, take a break."

"I'll go out and take a look."

Sakaki nodded in confusion, thinking:

This thief has changed his gender?

Why did you suddenly change your face?

It's really more fickle than that hozen.

Kitamura Hisamitsu walked out of the door, and his eyes were like detection radars, instantly locking on the four trash cans in the front, back, left and right.

He coughed, first walked to the vending machine on the street, bought a can of hot coffee, and walked to the trash can while drinking.

Bang!

The moment he threw the can into the trash can, Kitamura Hisamitsu quickly lowered his head, took a look inside the trash can, then raised his head, straightened his clothes seriously, and left solemnly.

No

Next!

When he reached the second trash can, Kitamura Hisamitsu squatted down and pretended to tie his shoelaces while peeking inside the trash can.

Still not

Next!

In the third trash can, Kitamura Jiuguang lit up a cigarette, puffed out the smoke, carefully scanned the passers-by, put it out, lowered his head, and finished in one go.

oops?

Or not?

Strange

Unscientific

There are only four trash cans nearby. If you go any further, you'll have to go to another block.

Since it is none of these three, it must be the last one!

He quickly came to the last trash can. This time Kitamura Hisamitsu stopped pretending and opened the trash can and took a look.

I saw nothing but trash.

"Oh shit? I still don't believe it."

He bent down and began to rummage through the trash can.

Blah blah blah

He turned over the trash can and didn't see a leaflet.

When he raised his head, he had some doubts about life.

How is it possible?

Even if Sakaki Makoto didn't throw the flyers into the trash can, there should be flyers thrown away by the customers in the trash can!

He was still thinking of finding a random picture to frame Sakaki Cheng.

But why is this trash can cleaner than his face?

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly noticed that the eyes around him were a little strange.

When I turned around, I found that many pedestrians were looking at me sideways, and some of them who were familiar with me would point.

He looked at the trash can in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he understood why.

"Listen to my explanation, I am not a garbage collector!"

"I am the security captain of Mitsubishi Bank!"

The buzz around him became louder.

Kitamura Hisamitsu suddenly became anxious: "Everything I said is true!"

"You have to believe me!"

"Kitamura!"

"What are you doing!"

Hearing this scolding, Kitamura Hisamitsu's body was shaken.

Looking back slowly, he saw his black-faced uncle--the manager of Nishimura--standing under the dim lights.

"Jing, manager!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu stood at attention and said nervously: "I, I am on daily inspection!"

Nishimura Hirayama looked at the messy trash can behind him, and then at the strange and contemptuous looks of passers-by.

Gradually his face turned red.

"You patrol the trash cans every day?!"

"Are you afraid that there is a suspicious person hiding in the trash can?!"

"Did you know that you are wearing a Mitsubishi Bank uniform?"

"Get over here!"

"Siling Bank has been completely embarrassed by you!"

"An unsatisfying thing!"