Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"No. 13. No. 13."

39, 5-chome, Beika-cho.

Sakaki Makoto walked down the street, his eyes flashing over the house numbers on the roadside, looking for his residence.

But the house numbers here really dazzled him, not because of the large number of numbers, but because of the unique arrangement.

Usually, the intersection is house No. 1, and No. 2 and No. 3 are in succession.

But No. 39 is different. No. 1 is in the middle of the alley, opposite No. 2, and next to No. 3 and No. 5.

This arrangement is like a pyramid.

Odd and even numbers are separated, No. 1 and No. 2 are the top of the tower, and No. 3 and No. 5 on the next floor are next to No. 1, followed by No. 7 and No. 9.

As for No. 13, it is not far from No. 1, with only a few houses in between.

No. 5 is the Maori Kogoro Detective Agency

No. 9 is the Poirot Cafe.

No. 13. A slightly old residential building appeared in front of us.

The air conditioner was simply placed outside the wall, with wires tangled together for unknown purposes. Trash cans were piled up in the alley next to the building, and several wild cats looked over with vigilant green eyes.

After discovering that it was Makoto Sakaki, the wild cats put away their vigilance, meowed, and lay down at his feet very docilely.

As an animal lover, Makoto Sakaki would naturally not miss the opportunity to get something for free.

The community where he lived before crossing over, all the wild cats in it were bald by him.

While teasing the cats, a middle-aged woman with a basket passed by.

"Ah! It's Mr. Makoto Sakaki!"

"You haven't been back for several days."

Makoto Sakaki stood up, scratched his head, and found that he didn't know the other person's name at all, so he could only call him Oh Basang.

But it was a bit rude.

I don't know if his brain crashed or what, but Sakaki Makoto actually called out: "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, calling me Miss, when did you become so sweet!"

The middle-aged woman blushed, and immediately covered her mouth and chuckled modestly, and glanced at me.

Sakaki Makoto's face turned pale, and he felt that he had made a very serious mistake.

"Ah, I'm just going home."

He quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, that's what I was going to tell you just now!"

The middle-aged woman reacted.

"When you were not at home a few days ago, several men in black sneaked to your door. I don't know what they were doing."

"I was afraid they were thieves, so I called the police, but when I came back they had left."

"You'd better be careful."

Sakaki Makoto was startled, men in black? !

There were also two men in black sitting in the Porsche 356a he saw in the afternoon!

They must be in the same group.

And there seemed to be quite a lot of them.

They came to my house specially, they must have bad intentions

Thinking of this, Sakaki Cheng felt that he could not go home through normal means, and he turned his attention to the alley on the side.

"Thank you! Auntie!"

After saying this, Sakaki Cheng walked towards the alley.

"You just called me Miss." The middle-aged woman curled her lips and went upstairs with the basket.

The height of the trash can is 1.2 meters.

The thickness of each wall brick is about 20 centimeters.

My height is 1.83 meters.

The height from the ground to the air conditioner on the lowest floor is 4 meters.

The alley is 1.6 meters wide.

That is to say, I need to make a second turn between the two walls to cross a distance of nearly 1 meter.

It's not a difficult task.

Sakaki Cheng moved his hands and feet, pushed the trash can under the air conditioner, took a run-up and jumped, stepped on the trash can, kicked the wall with his left and right feet, drew an arc in the air, and firmly grasped the support column under the air conditioner!

After much effort, Sakaki Cheng finally climbed to the third floor.

301 was the number on his key.

In ordinary residential buildings, the stairs are built on the right. After going up, you will reach Room 1, which is exactly the side corresponding to the alley.

Sakaki Cheng carefully exposed half of his head and looked inside through the dusty window.

Silence, darkness.

No one was there.

Sakaki Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that it was safe, he returned the way he came and trotted upstairs.

Insert the key into the keyhole and turn it.

Click!

The dusty door opened, and the entrance was the entrance. There was a pair of men's slippers on the ground, with the toes facing outwards, which were left when someone left.

There was only a pair of men's leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, which meant that there was only one person living in this house.

And this person was him.

Sakaki Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, a sister he didn't know ran out of the house, otherwise he would be exposed immediately.

In addition, there was a letter on the ground. The envelope was blank, without the sender's name or the recipient's address.

It could only have been put in by the other party himself.

Thinking of the sneaky person the middle-aged woman mentioned a few days ago, it was not difficult to guess the origin of this letter.

It turned out to be a letter delivery.

Sakaki Cheng put on slippers and walked into the living room with the letter. The floor was full of leftover lunch boxes, which made him frown.

711 convenience store discount sale.

It seems that the original body eats cheap lunch boxes from convenience stores every day, which cost 380 yen.

After 10 o'clock in the evening, the leftover lunch boxes will be sold at half price.

The decoration in the room is very simple, with a big back TV, a leather sofa, and a table with some overturned beer cans on it.

Sakaki Cheng's perception of the original body immediately became much worse.

No wonder it was so sloppy.

He came to the study again, and as soon as he opened the door, he was a little surprised.

Unlike the messy living room, there were three large bookcases in the study, which were full of books, and on the floor table, there were books as high as a mountain.

There were discarded paper balls scattered on the ground.

Sakaki Cheng picked up one and opened it, and it was full of novels.

As he expected, the original body was a novelist, and loved detective novels so much that he even forgot to eat and sleep.

The study was relatively clean and tidy. Sakaki Cheng could profile, and walked back and forth in the room a few times, and roughly guessed what kind of person the original body was.

Paranoid, stubborn, patient, and locked himself in the room all day to create.

A complete lunatic.

Sakaki Cheng came to the table.

There was a photo frame, several bottles of carbon ink, a stack of manuscript paper and an almost overflowing ashtray on the desk.

The black and white photo showed a man with a gentle smile, who looked about 70% similar to himself. He was holding a boy of only a few years old in his arms, and there was a woman next to him, but the woman's head had been burned off with a cigarette butt.

There was a line of small words on the back of the photo frame: 1977.8.29, in Kanagawa.

19 years ago?

The man in the photo was definitely not himself.

It was very likely his father.

There was no breath of other people's life in the house. Sakaki Makoto put the photo frame back in place and closed his eyes.

Using the profiling ability again, he put himself into the original body.

A few minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes and opened the drawer at hand.

There was an iron box in the drawer, which occupied nearly half of the drawer.

Take out the iron box and open it, and Sakaki Makoto's body trembled.

In the box, there were two Colt M1911A1s placed crosswise!