Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

Chapter 57 Love will disappear, right? (Please vote and collect!!!)

"Everything is fine today."

In the evening, Sakaki was walking on the street and called Gin as usual to report on Miyano Akemi's situation.

"Yes, Masami Hirota didn't discover my identity."

When talking to Gin, Sakaki Makoto still called Miyano Akemi Hirota Masami.

To prevent Gin from seeing any flaws.

It is now the time after get off work and school, and there are many pedestrians on the road, densely packed and crowded.

Sakaki was wearing a mask, squeezing through the crowd while talking to Gin on the phone.

On the phone, Gin's cold voice came:

"I warned you before."

"Tell you to keep a low profile."

"You thought it turned a deaf ear?"

Sakaki was confused.

He just went out at noon!

You didn’t talk to reporters before and after you solved the case. Isn’t that low-key enough?

"Watch TV by yourself."

Sakaki happened to pass by a TV store. Color TVs of various sizes were displayed in the display window. At this moment, the evening news was playing on the TV.

In the picture, a female reporter held a microphone and spoke loudly, and behind her was the villa of Seba Tatsutoku.

"Today at noon, a murder occurred at the home of well-known entrepreneur Seba Tatsunoku."

"The deceased is Yamazaki Kanehashi, the president of Rice Flower Bank."

"The police were helpless with the case and had no choice but to ask a mysterious person to come forward."

"Although the mysterious man did not want to reveal his identity, we still captured precious images of that time. Let us take a look."

The scene switched, and the originally calm and steady scene began to become bumpy and blurry, as if someone was running with the camera in hand.

What appeared on the screen was Sakaki Makoto who took off his mask.

"Mr. Sakaki, did the police invite you here?"

"Mr. Sakakisei? Mr. Sakakisei!"

The scene flashed by, and Sakaki entered the villa surrounded by police officers, while reporters were stopped.

Behind Sakaki Cheng, the spotlights flashed continuously.

The screen switched back to the female reporter again, and she spoke quickly:

"It turns out that this mysterious man is Mr. Sakaki Makoto, who became famous two days ago!"

"Obviously this is a very difficult case."

“The Metropolitan Police had to turn to ordinary people for help.”

"The famous detective Kudo Shinichi who originally helped the Metropolitan Police solve the case was missing in this case."

"Can we think that Mr. Sakaki's reasoning level is higher than Kudo Shinichi's?"

"Let's put the microphone in the hands of the experts."

There were many people outside the TV store. Whether they were office workers, high school students, or elementary school students holding lollipops, they were all watching the TV attentively, with expressions of curiosity and anticipation.

The screen is divided into two halves, and the female reporter and the "expert" are connected.

A vast interview hall appears.

On the soft sofa, a bald middle-aged man wearing round glasses with the words "I am an old scholar" written all over his face had a straight face, sat upright, and said very seriously:

"Okay, thank you to the reporters at the front for their hard work in getting us the pictures. Let me analyze the journey of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Before the mysterious man, Mr. Sakaki Makoto, appeared, the detective responsible for assisting the Metropolitan Police Department had always been Kudo Shinichi, who we call the savior of Japan."

"It can be seen from this that Kudo Shinichi has an extraordinary status in the Metropolitan Police Department."

"But in two recent cases, the person assisting the police was changed from Kudo Shinichi to Mr. Sakaki Makoto."

"I personally think this is a big change within the Metropolitan Police Department."

"It's also an offensive and defensive battle between the back wave and the front wave."

The female reporter nodded and asked:

"Then can we consider that Mr. Sakaki Makoto defeated Kudo Shinichi in this offensive and defensive battle?"

The old scholar nodded decisively:

"Absolutely!"

"The attitude the Metropolitan Police Department gave us says it all!"

"In this confrontation, Kudo Shinichi failed, and Senami held his position!"

The onlookers all exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes! Mr. Sakaki Makoto, as Senami, has replaced Kudo Shinichi in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Taking out the manuscript she had prepared long ago, the female reporter asked again:

"So, love disappears, right?"

"No, love doesn't disappear, it just transfers!"

The old scholar raised his eyes and showed a confused smile that everything was as expected:

"It was what Mr. Sakaki Makoto said back then that woke up the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, who is not afraid of power, has moved the upper echelons of the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"None of us know how much hardship Mr. Sakaki has endured and how much pressure he has endured."

The old scholar raised his head and said with respect:

"But please let every viewer who watches this news put aside their busy work for the time being and applaud the brave Mr. Sakaki Makoto!"

Bang bang bang!

Wow!

Everyone in front of the TV store clapped.

Even the cute little boy holding a lollipop in his mouth raised his chubby little hand.

Sakaki immediately covered his face, feeling a little embarrassed.

What does this mean?

He didn't even know that he thought so.

So shameful.

The applause gradually died down. The old scholar took off his glasses, wiped away the non-existent tears, and choked with sobs:

"I suggest that you open a column about Mr. Sakaki Makoto and follow his life 24 hours a day, so that everyone can understand him better."

As soon as the screen changed, Sakaki's back appeared on the TV. Surrounded by the police, his back looked so...

Lonely

A piece of sad and touching music sounded, which was the soundtrack of Hayao Miyazaki's animated film "Castle in the Sky".

Sakaki's heroic back and slightly exposed profile look like a warrior wandering around the world, carrying a determined and desperate aura, gone forever.

This aura.

Absolutely.

Even more powerful than some national stars.

Affected by the atmosphere, pedestrians turned to fans one after another and silently took note of this back view.

Sakaki's mouth twitched sharply.

He never expected it.

This group of reporters not only have a keen sense of smell, but they are also good at catching wind and shadow.

With just one picture, they can figure out so many things.

"Mr. Sakaki, have you heard the cries of the masses?"

The female reporter approached the camera very excitedly and shouted impassionedly:

"If you hear this, please contact us at Fuji TV!"

"We want to do an exclusive interview with you!"