Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

In the dark night, a blue and white car with flashing police lights drove into the Tokyo Port area and parked next to a small three-story apartment surrounded by a low wall.

Sakaki opened the door and got out of the car, followed closely by Conan.

The whistle of the oil tanker could be vaguely heard in the distance, and the sound was accompanied by the cold and clammy sea breeze blowing on everyone.

Outside the cordon, many dockworkers gathered around. They craned their necks to see what was going on.

The ground under his feet was a little muddy. Sakaki looked at the weather strangely. It hadn't rained in the past few days, and the surrounding sewers were also blocked.

The apartment has now been cleared and police officers are checking each house one by one.

Upon seeing Mumu Thirteen, the police guarding the cordon immediately saluted and raised the cordon at the same time.

As soon as the three of them entered the yard, they were greeted by a short-haired policewoman with a serious face and wearing white gloves:

"Megure Police Department!"

"Sato."

Mumu Shisan nodded:

"We're late."

There was an unpleasant sour smell in the air. Sakaki frowned and took out his cigarette case.

"Hello!"

The female police officer known as Sato snatched the cigarette case and said displeasedly:

"No smoking here!"

"A few days ago, a car carrying kerosene overturned on this street. Although it has been dealt with, open flames are still prohibited as a precaution."

Perhaps because she was too nervous about her actions just now, the female police officer's tone became much softer.

"Kerosene Truck"

Sakaki understood the reason why the ground was muddy and the sewers were blocked.

Although the courtyard did not seem to have been sprinkled with kerosene, it was just a precaution.

Mumu Shisan stepped forward and introduced:

"Officer Sato, this is brother Sakaki Makoto."

"Brother Sakaki Makoto, this is the police officer of our Investigation Section 1, Officer Miwako Sato."

"Eh?"

Sato Miwako's eyes widened and she asked in surprise:

"Are you Sakaki Makoto?"

Sakaki nodded and looked at Sato Miwako.

A beige suit, short skirt, lined with a brown-red sweater, and no accessories on her body, making her look smart and tidy.

His sharp eyes, his decisiveness in grabbing his cigarette case just now, and his occasional heroic spirit prove that this person is smart, capable, decisive and keen.

Although his face is ruddy, there is always a little sadness in his purple eyes.

He is an emotional person

Sakaki smiled and stretched out his hand:

"Hello, first time meeting you."

Sato Miwako hurriedly took off her white gloves and shook them with Sakaki Makoto:

"Please take care of me!"

Mumu Thirteen said quietly at this time:

"Miwako is known as the flower of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Sakaki took off his sunglasses and rolled his eyes at Mu Shisan:

"Hey, hey, hey, Mumu Police Department, you are hurting me."

"You say Miss Sato is the flower of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"There must be countless suitors."

Ignoring Sato Miwako's slightly red cheeks, Megure Thirteen sighed solemnly:

"More than that"

The policemen at the Metropolitan Police Department, who are like wolves and tigers, usually take a break from handling cases.

But if it comes to matters related to Miwako.

Mom

Those are all dragons and tigers, comparable to supermen.

"Don't talk about this anymore."

"Sato, please take us to the scene to have a look."

"yes!"

Sato Miwako regained her seriousness when they first met and turned around to lead the way.

"The deceased, Nobuyuki Sugou, was 26 years old and an unloader of Dagang Industrial Group."

As they walked, Miwako Sato introduced the deceased’s personal information.

"Never married, both parents dead."

"I have a withdrawn personality and likes to be alone. I only have two or three friends I can talk to."

"My only brother is working in Hokkaido now. We will only reunite during the Chinese New Year."

"At the beginning of this year, Nobuyuki Sugou moved into this rented low-cost apartment."

The iron stairs under your feet were rusty and creaked and groaned when you stepped on them, which showed that your life was not long.

I don’t know who will be the winner.

"Why did it take more than 48 hours for him to be found dead?"

Conan's voice came.

Sato Miwako looked back, frowned, and did not refuse to answer because Conan was a child:

"I'm afraid. This is related to the overturn of the kerosene truck a few days ago."

"The driver at that time was Nobuyuki Sugou."

"Because of this incident, Nobuyuki Sugou was ordered to suspend work for three days."

"During this time he was killed in his home."

Rollover, off-duty, death.

Sakaki narrowed his eyes. It was hard not to suspect that there was a connection.

"Ms. Sato, was the car the deceased was using sent for repair?"

"Yes."

Sakaki initially suspected that this was a deliberate murder.

In order to create an opportunity to kill Nobuyuki Sugou, the murderer tampered with the vehicle he was driving, causing it to overturn.

Once the kerosene is spilled, Sugou Nobuyuki will definitely be punished, which also provides an opportunity to commit a crime.

But

It was a bit too much to go 48 hours without being discovered.

Sakaki scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Conan also looked thoughtful.

The four of them went up to the third floor and came to the corner room.

The door to the room was open, all the windows were opened, and the draft blew through, bringing with it a disgusting, indescribable smell.

Even with this ventilation, the smell lingered in the room.

The reason was the corpse lying on the table that was emitting a foul stench.

The dark blue blood vessels were all over the body, and the fat body was shocking.

The forensic doctor in a white coat and a three-layer mask was examining the body with a frown on his face.

Sato Miwako handed over two pairs of gloves - she also thoughtfully prepared a pair for Conan.

As a result, Conan smiled and took out the gloves he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

Sakaki Makoto hesitated for a moment and reached out to take it.

Of course, he also brought his own gloves, but.

The gloves that touched the corpse had to be thrown away.

He didn't want to go through the trouble of washing them.

After putting on disposable gloves, Megure Jusan asked:

"Doctor Toyokawa, is the examination over?"

The forensic doctor called Toyokawa stopped, nodded, and asked his assistant to hand over a report, saying:

"I performed an on-site autopsy."

"In the closed space, the body has begun to decay."

"The deceased's large intestine is ulcerated."

"The stomach is torn by food, there is food residue in the anus, and there is heavy bleeding in the body."

"This phenomenon will never happen with normal eating, so I infer"

"He has been eating for more than 12 hours."

Forensic doctor Toyokawa's eyes are very indifferent, as if he is used to it:

"After you finish the examination, we will move the body and freeze it for preservation."

"Please hurry up, you are late."

It was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, and the forensic doctors also needed to rest.

Sakaki Makoto could understand the feeling of Forensic Doctor Toyokawa.

If it were him, he would also be unhappy.

Makoto Sakaki stepped forward, holding the report in one hand and looking through the body with the other. He stopped after a while.

Just like the conclusion drawn by medical examiner Toyokawa, he did not find anything strange.

The only strange thing was the mark on the back of the body's head where the gun was pressed against it for a long time.

"Ugh!"

There was a vomiting sound under the table.