Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

On the drawing, stands 1-40 are divided into two parts.

The upper half is stands 1-9, 23-30 respectively.

Returning the pen to Sakaki Makoto, Miss Miyano said calmly:

"The prisoner found the police officers on stands 2 and 3, not because he was too lazy to look for them, but because he could only find these people!"

"Able to cover the eyes of others while observing the stands and making phone calls while wearing headphones."

"Only camera operators from Japanese TV stations!"

sharp.

Sakaki almost wanted to applaud her.

This reasoning was entirely thought up by Miss Miyano herself and had nothing to do with him.

Able to seize the flaws left by the prisoner and accurately locate the opponent.

It's such a shame to be an assistant

Mumu Shisan thought so too.

He began to look squarely at the young girl in front of him and asked:

"That"

"Can you determine the location of the prisoner?"

"You have to ask the director, Mr. Kaneko."

Miss Miyano looked at the guide Kaneko:

"Rimai TV Station, opposite stands 2 and 3, what camera number are there?"

"I remember it was the 13th."

Director Jin Jin thought for a while and said:

"Yes, it's No. 13!"

"I see."

Conan took off his headphones.

The sun shone on his lenses, glowing faintly.

He climbed down from the stands and walked behind camera No. 13. As the audience cheered, he asked:

"It's you, uncle."

The person in charge of Camera 13 was a middle-aged man wearing a dark brown jacket. After hearing Conan's voice, he glanced back and said coldly:

"What's the meaning?"

"Stop pretending to be stupid"

Lifting his chin, Conan quietly turned on the anesthesia watch:

"You are the gangster who threatened the TV station in Japan."

"As a videographer, it's normal for you to observe wherever you want. Just connect the headphone cable to the 3.5MM jack of your mobile phone and you can communicate with your companions smoothly."

"Besides, no one would have thought that the gangsters who threatened the Japanese TV station were actually one of their own. This is exactly in line with what uncle you said on the phone about hiding in a safe place."

"hehe."

Looking at the camera, the middle-aged man laughed sinisterly:

"Kid, you are not simple."

"Much smarter than those stupid police officers."

"Unfortunately, this result was not deduced by me."

Conan sighed:

"The police are already here, what are you going to do?"

"Surrender yourself?"

"ah"

His hand reached into his arms and held a dark, hard object. The middle-aged man sneered:

“I really didn’t expect it”

"Should I praise you for being smart or call you stupid?"

The moment he turned around, Conan raised the anesthesia watch and pointed it at his exposed throat.

With Conan's rich experience, this shot will never be empty!

Snap!

The anesthesia needle flew out at an extremely fast speed...

It was stuck on the pistol that the middle-aged man had drawn.

broken!

Conan's expression suddenly changed!

He forgot that the inside pockets of his jacket were very high!

Such a low-level mistake immediately put him in a desperate situation.

The barrel of the gun equipped with a silencer was aimed at his head.

Such a huge goal.

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully.

It can never be empty!

"If the police suddenly arrive, I will really have no choice but to surrender."

The game entered the final stage, and the middle-aged man was extremely happy:

"But who asked you, a brat, to deliver it to your door?"

"As long as you are used as a hostage, the police will never dare to act rashly!"

"The Beretta M92F is not a Tokarev pistol."

After a moment of panic, Conan calmed down:

"If you were using a Beretta M92F, why didn't the police find a pistol on your companion?"

"Tokarev has long been thrown into the trash can."

The middle-aged man said coldly:

"These two guns were meant to be discarded."

"Can I ask why?"

In order to delay time, Conan asked:

"Why do you want your companions to leave first?"

"If he leaves, you can't escape with one billion yuan."

"One billion yuan is just a cover."

Talking about one billion yuan, as if remembering some unpleasant memories, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said:

"Three days ago, I planned to rob the cash transport truck of Mitsubishi Bank. I planned it for half a year."

"Every day, every day, every day, I use interviews to investigate the arrival time of the cash transport truck. On the day when the preparations are complete and about to take action."

"Some people actually jumped ahead!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, Conan thought to himself:

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Three days ago, it happened to be the day Miyano Akemi robbed the bank.

Things in the world are really unpredictable.

No wonder the middle-aged man is so obsessed with one billion yuan. The reason is here.

"I invested all my money in that plan!"

The middle-aged man said bitterly:

"But the money was taken away first, and the plan failed before it even started."

"My wife couldn't bear the blow, so she stayed drunk all night, and ended up accidentally getting into a car accident!"

"This is all the fault of Japan TV Station!"

"Wait a moment!"

Conan understood the first half, but the second half left him confused:

"You failed to rob the bank, and it has something to do with Rimai TV Station!"

"If you want to blame, blame the robbers who were one step ahead of you!"

"I'm not finished yet"

Knowing that he couldn't run away, the middle-aged man seemed determined to take Conan as a hostage, but he was not in a hurry to shoot:

"The cash transport truck of Mitsubishi Bank leaves once a month."

"Originally, my perfect plan was to be implemented a month ago, but it turned out"

"That day, the Japanese TV station actually launched a one-day store manager plan, which made the bank crowded. I had no choice but to postpone the plan!"

"Isn't all this the fault of Japan's TV station?!"

"They cost me my wife and a billion dollars!"

This is the blame

Conan couldn't laugh or cry.

If the Japanese TV station knew that the one-day store manager he planned was in such big trouble

He must be so angry that he vomits three liters of blood.

Ta-ta-ta.

In the stands, countless plainclothes policemen rushed towards us.

The middle-aged man glanced at them and sneered:

"Kid, it seems"

"Our lives are not very good."

"But I won't do anything illegal."

Conan blinked:

"Surrender yourself, it's not too late to turn back now."

"Surrender yourself?"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly:

"What am I guilty of?"

"How dirty is it to make money with your own hands?"

"The laws you talk about are weapons made by the upper class to restrain ordinary people like us! If you don't follow the rules they set, you will be punished?"

"Don't make me laugh, them."

"It is the greatest sin!"

The halftime whistle blew, and a football flew over the head, bounced off the wall, and jumped towards Conan.

Conan lowered his head, his lenses reflected the light, turned the foot-algorithm button, and said:

"You are really unlucky."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the football was pierced by a bullet and he was deflated on the spot.

"Eh?"

Conan was confused:

"Damn it, don't play like that!!!"