Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

The crowd looked at him and found that the speaker was a man with sloppy clothes and stubble, and they were immediately disappointed.

"What are you doing? You have the nerve to call yourself an expert when you are dressed like this?"

"At least buy a formal suit!"

"Hey, don't say that, his face is not bad. He looks a bit like Kimura Takuya." The two female high school students who were discussing in a low voice just now stood up.

The one who spoke for me turned out to be a female high school student, and it was because I looked good.

This kind of reason really makes people feel justified.

Makoto Sakaki brushed his hair up, adjusted his non-existent tie, straightened his back, and the whole person instantly radiated heroic spirit.

The voices of doubt in the crowd suddenly became much smaller.

Makoto Sakaki pulled up the cordon, bent down and walked through, came to the policeman called Inspector Megure, and stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you, Inspector Megure, I am Makoto Sakaki, this is my ID."

After reading the information on the personal number card, Inspector Megure confirmed the identity of the young man in front of him.

"Mr. Makoto Sakaki, right? Are you a negotiation expert?"

"I'm not an expert, I just know a little bit about negotiation skills." Makoto Sakaki put one hand in his pocket and put away his personal number card with the other hand.

"Although I am not a professional, as the police officer said, Ichiro Shibasaki may jump off the building at any time. It is too late to ask for professionals now."

"Do the right thing at the right time, put forward what the other party needs, and let the other party agree and accept your conditions. This is the essence of negotiation."

"Based on the current situation, I am the most suitable person to be a negotiation expert."

Sakaki Makoto smiled: "What do you think, Inspector Megure?"

After thinking for a while, the fat police officer wearing a beige hat nodded seriously: "We can let you go up and try, but you must know that if what you said causes Ichiro Shibasaki to jump off the building and commit suicide, you will also bear part of the responsibility."

"And Ichiro Shibasaki is in a very unstable mental state now. No one knows what he will do, and you may also be in danger."

"Are you mentally prepared for all this?"

"How much reward is there?"

Inspector Megure was stunned: "Huh?"

Reward? Did he just say the word reward?

Makoto Sakaki cleared his throat and repeated, "If I succeed in getting Ichiro Shibasaki to give up suicide, how much money will the police give me?"

"Ichiro Shibasaki must have a motive for wanting to commit suicide, and I took the initiative to take such an important responsibility, so of course I also have a motive."

"And my motive is money."

Inspector Megure looked at Makoto Sakaki and said, "Mr. Makoto Sakaki, are you short of money?"

"Yes, that's my condition."

Inspector Megure nodded, "I understand. If Mr. Makoto Sakaki can get Ichiro Shibasaki to give up the idea of ​​suicide, the police are willing to reward you 100,000 yen."

"Police, Inspector!" The auxiliary police officer on the side shouted, "This is not in line with Rules!"

"Shut up!" Inspector Megure glared at the policeman: "This is a matter of life and death! A mere 100,000 yen is nothing compared to human life!"

"Mr. Sakaki, I'll leave it to you."

"If you need any help, please let us know."

Sakaki said: "I need Mr. Shibasaki Ichiro's personal information, the more the better, if there are his personal belongings, it would be even better."

"As for personal belongings, we have his wallet that he accidentally dropped, as for personal information, I don't know if these are OK."

Inspector Megure handed over the file in his hand, along with a wallet.

The file contains Shibasaki Ichiro's life, which is probably just family background and date of birth.

He founded Shibasaki Shoji in his early years and developed it into a large enterprise in more than ten years. Even in such a depressed period of the Japanese economy, Shibasaki Shoji is still thriving.

A very capable person.

After opening the wallet, there were tens of thousands of yen, a photo with his family, several credit cards, personal number cards, receipts and other items.

"Has anything happened to Ichiro Shibasaki's family recently?" Makoto Sakaki suddenly asked.

Inspector Megure recalled and said, "According to the police's understanding, no."

"If a big business owner like him has something going on at home, the newspaper will definitely write about it as soon as possible."

Makoto Sakaki closed the wallet, swept his eyes through the crowd around him, and laughed.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Makoto Sakaki?" Inspector Megure looked at him puzzled.

"I have roughly guessed why Ichiro Shibasaki wants to commit suicide."

"What?!" Inspector Megure's eyes widened: "What exactly is the reason?"

"The specific matter still requires further verification from me."

"Well, the truth is right in front of me."

Makoto Sakaki allowed the police to install a bug and earphones on him, and then walked towards the building.

Just after Makoto Sakaki entered the building, a police officer said, "Inspector Megure! He doesn't look like a negotiation expert at all! What if he irritates Ichiro Shibasaki?"

"Don't you understand yet?" Inspector Megure retracted his gaze.

"A so-called negotiation expert uses words to make the other party relax their guard and trust themselves, so as to achieve their goals."

"And this young man, from the first sentence, first grasped our needs, and then stated his identity and made demands."

"Unconsciously, he has gained our trust."

"Although you have some doubts about his identity as a negotiation expert, have you ever doubted his motives?"

The questioning policeman was stunned and came back to his senses.

Inspector Megure continued: "Yes, he only said a few words, and we shifted our attention to whether he can be competent for this task, rather than doubting his purpose!"

"So far, we don't even know what he does for a living, and all his information is only known from his personal number card."

"If this is not considered a negotiation expert, then who can be called a real negotiation expert?"

Sakaki Makoto took the elevator to the top floor. The building was not tall, only six stories high, but it was more than enough to kill someone.

There were several policemen standing on the rooftop, comforting Shibasaki Ichiro who was standing on the edge of the rooftop.

"Mr. Shibasaki! Please calm down!"

"Don't be upset! The company's bankruptcy and so on are all things that can be solved!"

"You should think more about your family!"

Shibasaki Ichiro's body trembled.

Makoto Sakaki watched for a while before he stepped forward and walked towards Shibasaki Ichiro after identifying himself to the police.

"No, don't come over here!"

"If you come over here again, I'll jump down!!!"

Shibasaki Ichiro's face was very nervous, holding a wireless phone tightly in his hand, and his legs kept shaking.

The wind on the rooftop was very strong, and there were some sundries such as clothes drying racks piled up. Makoto Sakaki did not go straight to Shibasaki Ichiro, but sat two meters away from him.

There is a safe distance between people. If it is less than 0.44 meters, it is an intimate relationship, generally between lovers, parents and very good friends.

If it is less than 1.22 meters, it is a personal distance, and there is no excessive physical contact between each other. Ordinary friends and acquaintances are in this category.

More than 1.22 meters is a social distance. In conversations between strangers, formal occasions, and social gatherings, people mostly maintain this polite distance.

Makoto Sakaki sat two meters away from Ichiro Shibasaki, so that Ichiro Shibasaki could hear his voice clearly without causing any disgust.

After sitting down, Makoto Sakaki said nothing, his eyes swept back and forth over the distant building, and then he took out the cigarette that Ishikawa Hide had stuffed in his pocket, lit one, and threw it to Ichiro Shibasaki.

Ichiro Shibasaki hesitated for a moment, bent down to pick up the cigarette, and his eyes were always on the police officers in the distance.

"You are waiting for someone's call."