Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

4:37 p.m.

Shibazaki Ichiro has been standing on the rooftop for two full hours. The crowds of onlookers below have blocked the road. Cars cannot pass the intersection and can only stop and honk their horns. The policemen led by the Megure Police Department are busy maintaining order. Like a hard-working little bee.

Even so, more and more people were watching.

It seems that liking to join in the fun is not a Chinese tradition. Every country has the same attitude towards gossip news.

The news that Ichiro Shibasaki was about to commit suicide spread out somehow. Reporters swarmed in with cameras and flashing spotlights. Some even crossed the cordon and wanted to go upstairs for an interview. Fortunately, they were caught by the Mumu Police Department. Stopped.

As you can imagine, the headline on tomorrow's morning news will be: Shock! Shibasaki Trading President Ichiro Shibasaki committed suicide by jumping off a building yesterday afternoon!

Look! Ichiro Shibazaki, the Japanese industrialist representative, has lost hope in life. Is it a lack of humanity or a loss of morality? We have asked experts to answer our questions

Wait and so on.

It was not a big deal for those watching the excitement, but some people got impatient or tired from waiting, and started shouting for Shibasaki Ichiro to dance faster.

Shibazaki Ichiro's face turned even paler. Seeing that the situation was not good, Sakaki knew that there was no time to continue searching for the prisoner slowly.

"Memu Police Department, please evacuate the crowd quickly and let irrelevant people leave!"

"The police can still do this."

Faced with the questioning voice in the headset, Megure Thirteen blushed and said, "Mr. Sakaki Makoto, are you doubting the police's ability to handle the case?"

".Yes, that's what I meant."

Sakaki said unceremoniously.

"The criminals are hidden in the crowd. It is impossible to identify them one by one. If you want to find the murderer behind the scenes, you must narrow down the scope."

"Evacuating irrelevant people is the best way!"

Mumu Shisan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly figured it out.

"I understand!"

"After evacuating the crowd, there must be prisoners among the people left behind!"

"Although I don't know why the prisoner caused such a big fuss, since he hasn't called yet, it means he is still waiting and watching!"

"Since he has a purpose, he can't leave!"

On the rooftop, Sakaki immediately covered his face. Megure Thirteen's dullness made him not know what to say.

Do all Japanese police handle cases this way?

With such police officers, prisoners would wake up laughing from their dreams!

Unless this is all a police routine.

As long as the prisoner is laughed to death, the police can justifiably close the case without having to provide for the prisoner's retirement. This is really killing two birds with one stone.

After all, in Japan, the life of prisoners in prison is more nourishing than outside.

Prisons in Japan are different from prisons in China and Ying, and the treatment is very different.

An ordinary prison: a bed, a toilet, a small space and even a table in the better cases.

Japanese prison: tatami, washbasin, windows with good lighting, towels, LCD TV. All daily necessities are available.

If it is a multi-person room, it will be even more luxurious, with a separate bathroom, a porcelain sink, and daily necessities such as faucets, tatami mats, and clothes racks installed according to the number of people.

In addition, there are also nutritious and balanced meals. During major festivals, the three meals will be luxuriously upgraded. You can even eat omelette rice, pizza and fried food.

The Japanese believe that there is no freedom in prison and life is boring. The greatest pleasure for prisoners is to eat. If the food is not good, they worry that the prisoner's mood will be irritable and unstable.

Absolutely humane and integrated.

Library, gymnasium, bathhouse (hot spring), complete medical services

Best of all, it's all free.

But the prison will not give you such good treatment in vain, you have to work.

What’s even more devastating is that in prison, working hours are strictly enforced to eight hours a day, with no overtime.

You get up to go to work at 7:50 in the morning and get off work at 4:30 in the afternoon. You have fifteen minutes of rest time in the morning and afternoon. There is no pressure. You don’t have to worry about mortgage and car payments. You don’t have to get drunk with clients. Three meals a day are prepared for you. Okay, after dinner, watch TV and read a book. As long as it doesn't break the rules, you can do whatever you want.

There are also weekends off.

Is this a prison?

It’s heaven!

As for why prisoners are treated so well, the Japanese official also made an official statement: We must let prisoners forgive themselves for their mistakes and we must let them serve their full sentences.

Even if he is sick, he should be cured and then go to jail.

Well, the prison has become a nursing home.

Japanese prisons are also known as the happiest prisons in the world.

Some helpless old people will find ways to go to jail.

In an interview with NHK TV station, an 83-year-old inmate in Japan's Aomori Prison said: Because he couldn't find a job at his age and had no fixed residence, he did not meet Japan's standards for applying for subsistence allowances, so he went to the temple. He stole 140 yen of incense money and successfully moved into a "nursing home".

Ps: Life in prison is destined to be boring, and bullying occurs from time to time. It’s better to be outside, so please don’t commit crimes.

At Mumu Shisan's order, the police began to evacuate the crowd.

Many spectators were driven away, but some who did not want to leave stayed.

Several idle old people stood outside the cordon with crutches and looked at Ichiro Shibasaki with worried faces. Several office workers were planning to go home after work, housewives who had just bought discounted toilet paper from the supermarket, and two people wearing clothes. Female high school students in Didan High School uniforms, and a few men standing on the roadside smoking cigarettes.

After receiving the hint from Mumu Thirteen, the police did not forcibly drive them away because the prisoner was likely to be among them.

A middle-aged man wearing black glasses put out his cigarette, adjusted his suit, and walked outside the cordon.

"Sorry, I'm Kazuya Miura, and this is my business card."

Mumu Shisan came over: "What can I do for you?"

"That's right, I am Mr. Shibasaki Ichiro's personal doctor, and I have always been responsible for his health management." Miura Kazuya pushed up his glasses and smiled.

"Hey, hey! Look, Xiaolan! That doctor is very good-looking too!" The female high school student wearing a hairband pushed the Astro Boy girl next to her.

"Yuanzi, you're here again!" The girl named Lan looked helpless.

"We are good sisters! I'm thinking about you! Ignore that idiot who only knows reasoning. He won't show mercy. There happen to be two people here. Which one do you choose?" Yuanzi looked infatuated.

"I can't choose either one!" Lan stamped her feet in confusion and looked toward the rooftop with some worry.

The appearance of Miura Kazuya immediately attracted Sakaki's attention.

"Oh! You are Doctor Miura!" Megure Thirteen shouted.

"Yes, I received the contact from the police and rushed over immediately." Miura Kazuya nodded.

"It's strange. We also contacted Mr. Shibasaki Ichiro's wife. Why hasn't she shown up yet?"

"Unfortunately, she happened to go on a trip a few days ago and won't be able to come back for a while."

"So, how is the relationship between Dr. Miura and Mr. Shibasaki Ichiro?" Megure Shisan sighed.

"We are not only a doctor-patient relationship, but we also often drink together."

Miura Kazuya crossed the cordon, handed the briefcase to the policeman on the side, and said: "Let me go up, I will definitely persuade Mr. Shibasaki to come down!"