Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

The beige car stopped in front of an ordinary apartment.

The location is in Yoneka Town 4-chome, a very ordinary civilian area.

Sakaki opened the car door and was a little surprised by where Miyano Akemi lived.

He also thought that Miyano Akemi would live in a more luxurious apartment, at least one equipped with access security monitoring.

But then I thought about it, why would Gin and others let her live in an apartment where evidence could easily be left behind?

Ordinary apartments can come and go at will, but luxury apartments cannot.

If the organization wanted to completely control Miyano Akemi, it would be impossible for her to live in a luxury apartment.

In the night, the street lights were buzzing and the cold wind was rustling.

Sakaki had the illusion that he had entered the script of a ghost story.

Fortunately, the Miyano sisters beside him provided vitality.

Miss Miyano rubbed her shoulders, sneezed, and urged Sakaki to take things down quickly.

There were four large bags in the trunk, one in each hand. Sakaki was about to pick up the last two.

Two white hands stretched out in front of his eyes, one on the left and one on the right.

At some point, the Miyano sisters had already approached.

Sakaki hesitated for a moment, then picked two lighter ones and handed them over.

After closing the trunk, Miyano Akemi led the way, and the three of them walked towards the stairs.

Although it is just an ordinary apartment, it is equipped with an elevator.

Miyano Akemi pressed the button for the fifth floor, and the elevator door slowly closed.

The moment the door was about to close, Sakaki saw Miss Miyano's driver again.

He stood at the door of the apartment and took out his cigarette case.

The other party tracked him all the way here, and obviously did not intend to let Miyano Shiho act alone.

"Don't worry about him."

Miss Miyano was very calm.

"He won't leave."

"You just let him follow you like this?"

Sakaki asked.

"There's nothing I can do, Gin won't let me escape."

Miss Miyano yawned, as if she was used to it.

Ding dong

The elevator door opened and the three of them came to the door of Room 503.

Miyano Akemi took out a key from under the flower pot at the door and turned the door lock.

The house is clean and tidy, and there is a faint fragrance of jasmine in the air.

All appliances are available and there is no dust on the floor, but...

The breath of life in this room is very thin.

Sakaki Cheng glanced at Miyano Akemi and said:

"You probably don't come here often."

Miyano Akemi turned around in surprise:

"How do you know?"

"My real place is in another apartment."

"This is just a cover-up."

really.

Although the room was clean, there was a cold feeling in the room. An inhabited house would not be in this state.

not to mention.

"I can profile."

Sakaki entered the entrance hall and closed the door behind him.

"The so-called profiling is"

"It is to restore the prisoner's personality and habits through the traces left at the scene, so as to deduce what he will do and what he has experienced, right?"

As she spoke, Miss Miyano took off her shoes, exposing her white socks, and took out a pair of guest slippers from the shoe cabinet.

"I haven't prepared anything for you, just wear these."

Of course Sakaki Cheng had no objection.

Although guest slippers are universal, there are not many people in this room, so there is no need to worry about the slippers being unclean.

After putting on her shoes, Miyano Akemi carried the materials into the kitchen.

Miss Miyano sat on the sofa, curled up her knees and hugged her chest, took out canned coffee and sandwiches from the bag, and turned on the TV.

He acted very casually and didn't mind the "outsider" Sakaki Cheng at all.

As soon as Sakaki sat down, a sandwich was thrown at him.

"Eat this now?"

Sakaki frowned. He thought Miyano Shiho bought the sandwich for breakfast.

I didn’t expect to eat it tonight.

"It won't taste good tomorrow."

Miss Miyano said calmly, tore open the sandwich bag, took a small bite of a piece, and opened the coffee.

The evening news was being broadcast on TV, and the picture showed a fire scene at an IT company, with firefighters using water cannons to put out the fire.

Fire filled the glass windows and the walls were blackened.

"At 7:15 this evening, a fire suddenly broke out in a company in Nerima Ward for no apparent reason. According to the preliminary inference of the police, the cause of the fire was a gas leak."

"Liar."

Miss Miyano said suddenly.

"Yeah, that's a lie."

Sakaki nodded.

The company on fire is a computer programming company located in Nerima Ward, Tokyo.

For a company in this location, all facilities are well equipped.

The gas in the company is equipped with anti-leakage devices. If the temperature sensor does not respond, if you turn on the gas, it will automatically turn off in about a minute.

Even without a temperature sensor, a simple gas explosion would not be such a scenario.

For pull-out windows like this, the glass is sealed with plastic.

Once broken, there will be many glass fragments on the plastic seal.

But the window on the TV is open.

With the windows open and air convection, it is not that simple to ignite the gas.

Unless it is intentional...

It's no less difficult than being struck by lightning on a rainy day and gaining superpowers.

If it was really a gas explosion, someone must have deliberately set it on fire.

An ambulance also appeared in the picture. When the fire reduced, several firefighters rushed in and lifted out a body.

Looking at the body curled up in a ball, with its mouth wide open like charcoal, Makoto Sakaki covered his head and groaned in pain.

"Hey!"

Miss Miyano jumped up and rushed to Makoto Sakaki, looking at him worriedly:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Makoto Sakaki's face was covered with cold sweat, a few blue veins appeared on his forehead, and his face was a little distorted.

After taking a few deep breaths, he said:

"When I use profiling, I will empathize with the person involved."

A body burned by fire suddenly appeared on the screen just now.

Because it was too abrupt, Makoto Sakaki didn't have time to stop profiling, causing him to replace the deceased.

They entered the fire scene at the time of death together.

Miss Miyano poured a glass of water and stuffed it into Makoto Sakaki's hand.

"When did you learn profiling?"

"This technique is very dangerous, you'd better use it less."

"As far as I know, people who often use profiling will eventually become crazy."

Miss Miyano studied abroad in the beautiful scenery line, and of course she has been exposed to the so-called profiling.

She is very familiar with the sequelae left by profiling.

Criminal profilers are like dancers dancing on the tip of a knife, beautiful and graceful.

But under their feet, there is an endless abyss.

Seeing Miss Miyano's worried face, Sakaki Makoto smiled:

"I'm fine."

"This is a homicide case."

"The deceased was tied to a chair and couldn't move."

"That's why the death was so miserable."

The fire will annihilate everything, including evidence.

The other party is obviously a veteran, and the means he used are also extremely cruel.

Or to say, it is straightforward and directly cuts off the clues of the investigation.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is another "unsolved case".

"It was done by Gin and the others."

Miss Miyano suddenly said.

"This is their usual method."

"The organization is also looking for top programmers."

Hearing Gin's name, Sakaki Makoto was not surprised.

He glanced at Miss Miyano in front of him.

Suddenly, he grabbed her soft hand and asked with a burning gaze:

"What are you researching?"