Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

Two black cars were speeding down the road.

The sunshine was just right in the afternoon and the temperature was getting warmer. The leg joints of the female high school students on the roadside were no longer so stiff.

"Captain, this is the list of people who have taken the medicine."

Sakaki Makoto sat in the front driver's seat, flipping through the review list handed over by Taketo Naoi.

There are three names on the list, namely:

Takeshi Yoshio.

Masaharu Nomoto.

Kudo Shinichi.

Among the three names, Sakaki only knew Kudo Shinichi, and the other two were extremely unfamiliar and had never even heard of him.

"Our mission today is to go to the homes of these three people to investigate."

Kento Naoi, a driver who also works as a boy, said:

"Whose house should we go to first?"

"Whose house is closest?"

Sakaki asked rhetorically.

"Um"

Naoi Kento thought for a moment:

"Takeishi Yoshio lives in a Jianzhong in the 4-chome section of Yoneka Town. It's the closest to us, only 20 minutes away."

"Nomoto Masaharu lives in a rental apartment in 1-5, Yoneka-cho, which is the furthest away from us."

"As for Kudo Shinichi, he lives in a villa in 2-chome 21, Yoneka Town. It is a residential area and there are many people and it is inconvenient for us to move."

The investigation must be conducted secretly, and Sakaki Cheng didn't think Gin would agree to them forcing their way into other people's homes in broad daylight.

Neighbors will call the police.

"Then let's go to the nearest Takeishi Yoshio's house first."

Sakaki closed the folder.

"yes."

At 3:30 pm, the car stopped next to a two-story independent building.

This Japanese-style two-story building with its own courtyard is called a one-family house and is suitable for a family of three. It is usually far away from the urban area and is secluded. You have to take the tram to get around.

It is also the most convenient place for Japanese migrant workers to live.

The price of a single-family building like this is naturally not cheap. A 200-square-meter house is already worth tens of millions of dollars.

If you're in the city, the price will go up several times.

After looking at the nameplate on the door and confirming that it was undoubtedly Takeishi Yoshio's home, Naoi Kento and Kimura Ryohei stepped forward and pushed open the iron door.

Standing in front of the door, Kimura Ryohei took out the lockpicking tool box.

Naoi Kento stretched out his neck and was responsible for watching the wind, and Sakaki and Makoto were responsible for eye contact and soy sauce. The division of labor was clear.

Click!

"It's open!"

In less than a few minutes, the door lock was picked open. The speed was so fast that Sakaki couldn't help but wonder if Kimura Ryohei was a professional locksmith.

The organization is full of talented people

Five people entered a building, took out their shoe covers and gloves, and stepped onto the dusty entrance floor.

There were flocs visible to the naked eye floating in the air, and one could clearly feel the suffocation when taking a breath. Makise Kurisu sneezed.

"Put it on."

Miyano Shiho took out a mask from his pocket and gave it to Sakaki Makoto and Makise Kurisu.

Kimura Ryohei and Naoi Kento had already opened the door and entered each room to start searching.

Seeing this, Sakaki now understands what kind of investigation it is.

To put it nicely, it is actually to see if the person involved died after taking the drug.

But that's it.

Sakaki looked at the dusty, unpopular room and immediately guessed what happened to Takeshi Yoshio.

He obviously didn't have Kudo Shinichi's luck.

No one has been to this house for a long time.

20 minutes flies by in a blink of an eye.

Kimura Ryohei and Naoi Kento, who had thoroughly searched the house, came back and shook their heads at Sakaki:

"Identification, clothing, furniture, food, shoes, all remain the same."

"No trace of life."

"Confirmed dead."

Sakaki turned around expressionlessly:

"Walk."

He didn't want to talk nonsense to Ken Naoi and Ryohei Kimura.

The task given by Gin was very simple, so simple that he suspected it was just a formality.

Because people who take tissue drugs will only end up dead.

Except for the known special case of Kudo Shinichi.

However, Gin and the others didn't know about this. With the proof from multiple previous cases, they were conducting an investigation just to be on the safe side.

See if any fish slipped through the net.

If a person does not die after taking the drug, he will definitely return to his home or seek help from others, take money and escape from Japan.

As long as the property, clothes, and passport at home have not been touched, the person is most likely dead.

As for getting smaller

In broad daylight, with the sky clear, these strange things are done.

Who would expect it!

The car drove towards Yoneka Town 1-chome.

The route has been planned.

First go to Takeishi Yoshio's house, then go to Nomoto Masaharu's house, which is the farthest away, then turn around and go back. After checking on Fujishin's family along the way, you can return to the research institute.

The distance between 1-chome and 4-chome is quite far. If you don’t take the direct train, it will take about an hour and a half.

During this period, Sakaki Makoto did not talk to Miyano Shiho, and at most they only exchanged a few glances.

On the contrary, Makise Kurisu, who was sitting next to her, was staring directly at Sakaki Makoto from the beginning to the end, and her calm gaze made Sakaki Makoto feel a little uncomfortable.

feels like

Cats look wary when they see outsiders.

Nomoto Masaharu's home is in a similar situation to Takeishi Yoshio's home. The dusty floors and walls make it obvious that no one has lived here for a long time.

All the food in the refrigerator is expired, and the mailbox outside the door is full of bills for payment.

Because of overdue payment, the electricity has been cut off.

"Confirmed dead."

Kento Naoi crossed out Nomoto Masaharu's name on the file folder with a red pen.

The winter daytime is short.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky has completely darkened.

Five people and two cars came to Kudo's residence at 2-chome 21, Beihua Town.

As soon as he got off the car, Makoto Sakaki was shocked by Kudo Shinichi's home.

In front of him is a typical British-style building, two stories high, covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters. The concrete wall is lined with broken glass to prevent thieves from climbing into the yard.

Looking at this luxurious building, Makoto Sakaki finally understood.

Why would Kudo brother help the police solve the case for free.

This big business

It seems that there is no worry about money!

"Who are you?"

A slightly plump old man with gray hair, standard Mediterranean hair, black round-framed glasses, and a white coat appeared on the side of the road.

He was holding a paper bag from a convenience store and looked at Makoto Sakaki and the others in confusion:

"Are you Shinichi's friends?"

Ryohei Kimura and Kento Naoi looked at each other and asked with a sneer:

"Old man, do you know Shinichi Kudo?"

"Of course, we are neighbors."

The old man pointed to the glass-roofed house next to Kudo's residence:

"I have a good relationship with Shinichi's parents too."

"Who are you?"

Kento Naoi put his hands in his arms, laughed sinisterly, and walked forward:

"We, we are."

"Kudo Shinichi's friends."

Makoto Sakaki raised his hand to stop Kento Naoi and winked at the old man in front of him:

"Kudo Shinichi, have you been home recently?"

"We, have something to find him."

When speaking, Makoto Sakaki deliberately emphasized "we", hoping that the innocent old man in front of him could understand what he meant.

Hurry and leave this troubled place.

Three chapters at noon, and more at night!