Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"Tea, please."

Sakaki Makoto placed two cups of hot water on the coffee table.

"Ah, thank you."

Megure Thirteen and Suzuki Sonoko said in unison.

After changing his clothes, Sakaki received these two "uninvited guests" in the living room.

Rather than cleanliness, the study is obviously a better place to entertain guests, but there are secrets there that cannot be known to others.

If the Memu Police Department discovers that he has a pistol hidden in his home,

"Ahem, I wonder if you two are here today. What's the matter?"

Sakaki decided to get straight to the point and send them off quickly. It was almost noon and he had to go out for an interview in the afternoon.

I don’t want to lose my job with a monthly salary of 1 million.

"I'll say it first, I'll say it first!"

Suzuki Sonoko spoke before Megure Thirteen: "Mr. Sakaki Makoto, my family is holding an exhibition recently. Are you interested in participating?"

"No."

"Xiaolan will participate in a karate competition recently. Are you interested in watching it together?"

"No."

Sakaki didn't hesitate. He had no interest in the karate competition exhibition.

After being ruthlessly rejected, Suzuki Sonoko was a little frustrated, and her eyes when she looked at Sakaki Cheng were full of resentment.

"What if I want to hire you, Mr. Sakaki Makoto, as a bodyguard to protect the gems that our family will display on the day of the exhibition?"

Suzuki Sonoko tried to ask

"What's the reward?"

"Five hundred thousand yuan, one day."

"Please let me come!"

Sakaki stood up excitedly, holding the surface skin of Suzuki Sonoko's hands, his eyes fiery.

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not, I’m mainly interested in the exhibition!”

"But you just said you didn't want to come to the exhibition."

Sakaki tilted his head: "Did I say that?"

"Miss Suzuki, you must have remembered it wrong."

Suzuki Sonoko was in a mess.

"Ahem. Brother Sakaki, this is the reward the police promised to pay you."

Mumu Shisan pushed a thick envelope over.

There are thirty Fukuzawa Yukichi inside.

Sakaki was very dissatisfied with the way the police handled the case.

But Sakaki was very pleased with the straightforwardness of the police in paying the reward.

"In addition to these rewards, I would also like to invite you, Sakaki Cheng, to join the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Class."

Sakaki was stunned: "Be a policeman?"

"Yes, I think, Brother Sakaki, your talent should not be sunk."

Megure Thirteen nodded: "The gangster who robbed the convenience store last night was subdued by you. He has such a strong ability to move, which is suitable for our search lesson."

There is something that Mumu Thirteen did not say, that is, the criminal policemen of the First Investigation Section are facing extremely vicious gangsters, so personal ability is very important.

If you are not careful, your life will be in danger.

After finishing speaking, Megure Thirteen began to observe the changes in Sakaki's face.

What surprised him a bit was that Sakaki acted very calmly and seemed not surprised by the invitation he sent.

"I have a question."

"If I join the Metropolitan Police, can I still get rewards when I solve crimes?"

This is what Sakaki is most concerned about.

After all, 50 million in arrears is no joke.

It’s written in black and white, but it has legal effect.

The results were disappointing.

"It is the bounden duty of the police to solve crimes and it is also the responsibility of the police. How can there be rewards?"

"However, the more cases you solve, the faster you will be promoted."

"With your strength, Brother Sakaki, I'm afraid you can become the police department's replacement soon."

No wonder capable people become detectives. No one likes the police.

Sakaki sneered.

How great it is to be a detective. You have free time. You can get a lot of rewards for helping the police solve cases. One case can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. You can also take on private jobs. Isn't it better than squatting in the police station 996 and doing hard work? Haha?

It should be said that it was too much.

That's why detectives are so popular. On the contrary, the police rely entirely on detectives to solve crimes.

If I hadn't happened to pass by yesterday, I'm afraid Shibasaki Ichiro's case would have ended in suicide.

You have to find a way to say no.

With a roll of his eyes, Sakaki picked up the letter on the table and said, "What a coincidence, Megure Police Department."

"Although I also want to be a policeman, I have already found a job."

"Look, this is the interview invitation they sent me."

"Qingchang Biological Experimental Research Institute?"

Megure Thirteen saw the address on the letter and said in surprise: "Brother Sakaki, you graduated from the Academy of Liberal Arts. Not only do you understand medicine and reasoning, but you are also involved in biological research?"

"Well, I understand a little bit."

Sakaki laughed loudly and passed by.

"That's it." Mumu Shisan sighed regretfully.

"Since Brother Sakaki has found a job, the police can't force him to do anything."

"However, the door of the Metropolitan Police Department is always open to you, Brother Sakaki. If you figure it out, you can call me at any time."

A business card was handed over.

Sakaki accepted the business card, picked up the teacup, and after a long glance glanced at Megure Jusan and Suzuki Sonoko, finding that they had no intention of leaving.

Sure enough, serving tea to see guests off doesn’t work in Japan?

well.

Sakaki thought for a while, with a smile on his face: "Oh, it's getting late. Megure Police Department and Ms. Suzuki, why don't you stay for lunch?"

Mumu Thirteen: "No need."

Suzuki Sonoko: "Okay, okay!"

Sakaki Makoto: "."

He underestimated Miss Suzuki's thick skin.

Megure Jusan wanted to leave, but when he heard Suzuki Sonoko say that, he sat back down.

For the sake of 500,000 yen, Sakaki Makoto had to pick up the landline at home and ordered a pizza according to the takeaway phone number marked on the wall.

A meal cost 4,000 yen, and Sakaki Makoto felt a little distressed.

But the pizza tasted very good, which made him dispel a lot of unhappiness.

There was no way, they were poor.

If it weren't for the 300,000 yen reward from Inspector Megure, they could only eat instant noodles without eggs at noon.

After dinner, Megure Jusan and Suzuki Sonoko did not stay and got up to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Suzuki Sonoko mentioned the exhibition again.

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, I will send the invitation letter for the exhibition to your email address. What is your email address?"

Suzuki Sonoko asked for Sakaki Makoto's contact information in various ways.

But she had calculated everything, but she didn't expect that Sakaki Makoto didn't have an email address at all.

Would a person who doesn't have a mobile phone or a computer use an email?

The answer is no.

According to the profile of Makoto Sakaki, the original person should be a computer idiot who knows nothing about electronic devices.

But there is no phone because he is poor.

After all, the monthly phone bill is also a considerable expense.

The landline is completely enough.

In the end, Suzuki Sonoko only got Makoto Sakaki's landline number.

After seeing them off, Makoto Sakaki began to prepare to go out.

The interview time is three o'clock in the afternoon, and it is now two o'clock.

The letter requires a black formal suit. Makoto Sakaki opened the closet and found a whole row of black suits inside.

They are so neat that they look like they were carved out of a mold.

This is somewhat beyond Makoto Sakaki's expectations.

Judging from the workmanship and fabrics, these suits are expensive and are not the kind sold at a discount in stores.

Every cut is very close to the body, and it should be tailor-made.

On the lining of the suit, Makoto Sakaki saw the letter S.

Small Superman suit?

Thinking of the R on the bullet, Makoto Sakaki thought it should be some kind of code name or abbreviation of his name.

He shaved off his stubble with a razor, fixed his hair, buttoned up the second button, and straightened his back. His whole temperament changed.

The person in the mirror would probably be considered a star if he walked on the street.

He was full of heroic spirit.

He was so handsome.

Makoto Sakaki brushed off the stubble on his clothes, put on the only leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, and walked out of the entrance.