Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

Jingle bells.

The doors of Mitsubishi Bank are open.

Manager Nishimura: The weather has turned cloudy, and it seems like a heavy rain is about to begin.

Kitamura Hisamitsu followed him dejectedly, like a husky caught red-handed by his owner when the house was being demolished.

It's very satisfying.

Sakaki Cheng sat at the door, just in time to have a panoramic view of Kitamura Hisamitsu's every move after he went out.

From the moment he approached the trash can intentionally or unintentionally, Sakaki knew that he was not being kind.

Want to take advantage of yourself?

Of course Sakaki would not give him this chance.

If you find a little boy at random and give him a hundred yen, you can easily lead Nishimura Manager to the door.

When Manager Nishimura saw Hisamitsu Kitamura struggling with the trash can, everything was done.

When passing by Sakaki, Kitamura Hisamitsu happened to see the gloating smile on his lips.

he,

Angry.

"asshole!"

"Where did you throw the flyer?"

In the shocked eyes of Manager Nishimura, Kitamura Hisamitsu screamed and rushed forward, grabbing Sakaki's neck with both hands.

It seemed that he wanted to force him to question him.

Sakaki Cheng raised his eyebrows, grabbed the knuckle of Kitamura Hisamitsu's right hand, and turned it over gently.

"Ouch! It hurts. It hurts."

Kitamura Hisamitsu fell to his knees, his facial features shrank into a ball, and cold sweat broke out.

"Let go, let go quickly!"

Sakaki looked at him coldly and said:

"I didn't throw the flyers, do you understand?"

"Got it! Got it! Got it!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu nodded repeatedly, his momentum completely gone.

Sakaki let go of his hand, and Kitamura Hisamitsu jumped up and ran to Manager Nishimura with a "swish" sound:

"Brother, I'll report it!"

“This guy threw our bank’s leaflets!”

If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine!

Just as Sakaki was about to have a fit, Manager Nishimura yelled before him:

"Bastard thing!"

"Is your boy dying?"

"How could Mr. Sakakisei throw flyers?!"

"So what if I throw it away?!"

"For Mr. Xiang Sakaki, a rare talent, you actually arranged for him to distribute leaflets?!"

"I must teach you a lesson today!"

After saying that, Manager Nishimura dragged Kitamura Hisamitsu into the office.

There was no roaring or scolding in the office, it was quiet.

Ten minutes later.

The office door opened, and Kitamura Hisamitsu walked out, touching his neck with fear on his face.

He noticed Sakaki's probing gaze and shuddered suddenly.

With a sad smile, Kitamura Hisamitsu rushed out of the back door as if he was running away.

Sakaki didn't see him until after get off work.

At half past five, the bank closed on time.

Masami Hirota put on her bag, picked up her car keys, and walked out from behind the counter.

"Makoto!"

"I kept you waiting!"

Sakaki opened his eyes after touching fish all day, stood up and said with a smile, "I'm going to change clothes."

"Then I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

Hirota Masami shook the key and went to the parking lot first.

After Sakaki changed back into his suit, he threw his work clothes into the cabinet and immediately came to the parking lot.

The four-cylinder engine has started to work, and the beige body is slightly shaking at idle speed.

"here!"

A hand stretched out from the rolled-down car window and waved to Sakaki.

Sakaki opened the left passenger door and got into the car, closing the door gently but not firmly.

After fastening his seat belt, he asked:

"Where are we going?"

"Um"

Masami Hirota thought for a moment:

"Let's go sit in the cafe first."

"When Shiho comes, the three of us will go have dinner!"

Shiho, this is the second time Sakaki has heard this name.

Sounds like a woman.

Sakaki glanced at Hirota Masami's side face, and when she said the word Shiho, she didn't show the slightest resistance to disgust.

Instead, he showed a caring expression.

He is the junior of Hirota Masami

Their relationship is very close.

At the same time, this woman named Shiho is also someone he met ten years ago.

So, they are childhood sweethearts?

The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the heavy traffic.

The car was a little dull, and Sakaki looked out the window without saying a word.

He wants to shape his image after amnesia.

If you start asking questions right away, you may arouse the other party's vigilance.

He also wants to further confirm the relationship between the two parties.

The car stopped at a red light. The plush doll on the center console was cute, and the old peace charm hanging on the rearview mirror swayed back and forth.

"Captain Kitamura, I'm not making things difficult for you, right?"

Hirota Masami glanced at Sakaki Makoto in the rearview mirror and bit her lip.

"Um"

"fine."

Sakaki shrugged:

"Although he was quite personal with me, I can handle it."

"Feel sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Sakaki turned his head strangely.

"nothing!"

Hirota Masami cheered up, played with the doll, pointed at the peace charm and asked:

"Cheng, do you still remember this peace charm?"

Sakaki shook his head, he didn't recognize the Peace Talisman at all.

The golden peace talisman has the word "royal guard" written on it, but it's a little dirty and must be old.

"That's it"

Masami Hirota's expression turned gloomy. She sighed and said, "The three of us went to the shrine to ask for this peace charm."

"One for me, one for you, and one for Shiho."

That's not right.

Sakaki Makoto frowned.

He had never seen any amulet before. Could it be that the original body had lost it?

"You gave your amulet to your uncle, saying that it was to bless him to come back safely."

Hirota Masami suddenly talked to herself.

She held the steering wheel tightly, her long hair hanging down, covering her face, and her body trembled slightly.

"Sorry."

This was the third time she apologized.

Sakaki Makoto breathed a sigh of relief and became anxious for no reason.

He didn't know what he was anxious about.

He felt a little sad when he saw Hirota Masami like this.

But he didn't know how to comfort her. He thought about it silently and could only say:

"Drive carefully."

"Don't think too much."

"Oh."

Hirota Masami sniffed, rolled up her long hair, and focused her attention.

In silence, the car stopped next to a cafe.

Hirota Masami was obviously a regular customer of this cafe. After saying hello to the boss, she found a seat by the window.

"Makoto, what do you want to drink?"

"I remember you like Coke the most."

"Yeah, just Coke."

Makoto Sakaki followed her words.

Holding the menu, Masami Hirota laughed.

Although he lost his memory, Makoto is still Makoto, and his hobbies have not changed.

Within a few minutes, a cup of Coke and a cup of black tea were delivered to the table.

The enthusiastic boss also sent a plate of potato chips.

Masami Hirota tore open two packets of sugar and poured them into the black tea.

The cup for black tea is very small, about half the size of a palm and as high as a thumb, and adding two packets of sugar is already a lot.

"Too much sugar is not good."

Makoto Sakaki reminded.

"But if you don't add sugar, it will be very bitter."

"Afraid of bitterness and drink black tea?"

"So you have to add sugar."

Masami Hirota smiled.

What a magical theory.

Makoto Sakaki pursed his lips.

"Ah, Shiho is here!"

Masami Hirota got up and looked out the window.