Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

"stop!"

"Didn't you see the cordon?!"

"Unrelated persons are not allowed to enter!"

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, and covering himself tightly, Sakaki Cheng was stopped by the police on duty outside as soon as he arrived at Seba's house in 3-chome, Yoneka Town.

There were many reporters outside the cordon. They held cameras and tried every means to cross the cordon.

Sakaki's arrival.

caught their attention.

This group of reporters stretched their necks like hens after seeing food.

"Ahem, I'm here to help solve the case."

Sakaki lowered his voice and whispered.

His understanding of what Gin said about keeping a low profile meant that he should no longer be in the media and should not become a public figure.

Wearing masks and sunglasses is also for these reasons.

If he didn't hide his face, he would be recognized immediately.

I heard that tram madness is popular in Japan.avi

He doesn't want to be taken advantage of.

As a result,

People won’t be able to recognize you, and neither will the police!

"Assist in solving the case?"

The little policeman watching the door looked at Sakaki with suspicion and sneered:

"These days, everyone really wants to ride on the head of the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"You think you're that bastard Sakaki?"

"Go, go, stay here!"

Sakaki was speechless.

It seems that my reputation has gotten so bad.

Is it wrong to tell the truth to yourself?

That’s right!

The one who was wrong must be Japan TV Station!

right! It's all their fault!

The little police officer stepped forward to chase him away, but Sakaki had no choice but to take off his mask and sunglasses.

"I'm the bastard you're talking about."

"Sakaki Makoto."

A dark and thick shiny object suddenly stretched out in front of him.

The atmosphere became anxious.

Camera.

It turns out that reporters, who are naturally sensitive to gossip, have long been prepared.

Just waiting for Sakaki to reveal his identity.

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto!"

"You actually came to the scene of the murder today. Did the police invite you here because they couldn't solve the case?"

"Your evaluation of the Metropolitan Police Department a few days ago received a sensational response. Can you say a few more words here?"

"Mr. Sakakisei? Mr. Sakakisei, please don't run away!"

"Say a few words!"

The moment he saw that the person hidden under the mask and sunglasses was Sakaki Makoto, the young police officer's mood collapsed.

To be honest, he didn't want to put Sakaki into it at all.

But reporters were already pouring in.

He was so scared.

I'm really afraid that Sakaki Cheng will say something "incorrect" again.

So even though the police officers hated Sakaki so much, they still had to rush forward to protect him from the reporters who were like crazy dogs.

Cover him as he enters the courtyard.

Before he came in, Sakaki felt that this house was surprisingly big.

Now that I have come in, I find that this cannot be called a "home" or a villa at all.

It's literally a palace.

The three-story classical European-style building is as spacious as some luxury hotels. The courtyard with its own grove makes Sakaki couldn't help but wonder if this is still Tokyo.

3-chome is the wealthy area of ​​Yoneka Town.

The nearby houses are all single-family "palaces".

They are far apart from each other and covered with green trees.

The yard was full of police cars, and the forensic officers were talking in pairs.

At this time, a very young-looking detective with short short hair walked out of the front door.

"oh!"

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto!"

"You're finally here!"

Sakaki has never seen this person before.

Seeing that he has dark skin, he must be out in the field often.

The clothes and dress are also different from others. He should not be an ordinary policeman.

The most important thing is that when I ran over, I smiled so innocently.

At first glance, there is no scheming.

"Who are you?" Sakaki asked.

The young detective stood at attention, folded his legs, and said like a student facing the instructor:

"Head of the Criminal Investigation Section 1 of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Section 3, Wataru Takagi!"

After briefly introducing himself, Takagi Wataru smiled shyly:

"Oh, I've heard of Mr. Sakaki's name a long time ago."

"We were on a business trip a few days ago and didn't get to see Mr. Sakaki Makoto, but we finally did this time!"

With that said, Takagi Wataru saw no one around and secretly took out the

A small notebook.

"Sign your name?"

Sakaki was immediately shocked.

Officer Takagi is like a mudslide within the Metropolitan Police Department.

Don't play by the rules at all.

"Takagi!!!"

The radio on Takagi Wataru's waist came out with the roar of Megure Thirteen:

"What are you doing!"

"You actually opened a public channel to ask for autographs while on duty?!"

"Bring me here quickly!"

"Yes!"

Takagi Wataru saluted to someone unknown and did not dare to ask for an autograph. He hurriedly led Sakaki Cheng into the main entrance.

After walking up the stairs to the second floor, Sakaki came to a brightly lit living room.

"Are you done yet?!"

Suddenly, a scolding sound came from the living room, and Sakaki stopped in his tracks.

"I don't have time to accompany you on such a fruitless search!"

At this time, Mumu Shisan’s voice came:

"Okay, okay, don't say that."

"This is a task that our police must complete!"

Takagi Wataru showed a troubled expression:

"It's Mr. Seba"

"He's driving us away again."

Mr. Seba?

Sakaki remembered the name on the house plate.

It seems that he is the owner of this house.

Why is he in such a hurry?

If there is a murder at home, how many normal people would be busy chasing away the police?

unless

There is something wrong in my heart.

Sakaki opened the door.

There were many people standing on the brand-new red carpet, each of them five or six, all dressed like celebrities.

The owner, Seba Tatsunoku, has white hair, sits in a wheelchair, and has a thick plaster on his right foot.

Behind him stood his wife, family and beautiful maid.

The party was huge, and it looked like the pretense of a wealthy family.

Maid must not be over 35 years old.

At the door, Mu Mu Shisan, dressed in a beige formal suit, had his hands behind his back and his face was solemn.

Seeing Sakaki, Megure Thirteen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Brother Sakaki, you've finally arrived."

"Originally, I also called Kudo, but he is in Seguda Ward. It would probably be evening before he could get here."

Sakaki nodded:

"Now that I'm here."

"There's no need to trouble Brother Kudo."

Megure Thirteen also nodded, turned to Seba Tundoku who was sitting in the wheelchair and said:

"Mr. Seha, this is..."

"I know who he is."

Seba Tundoku stared at Sakaki Makoto's face carefully and said with a sneer:

"He's the mysterious man who embarrassed the Metropolitan Police on TV."

"I didn't expect that you could actually beg him with shame!"

Mu Mu Thirteen was a little embarrassed:

"This is an order from our police chief."

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, this is Mr. Seba Tatsutoku."

"He is the owner of this villa."

Sakaki looked.

I saw Seha Tundoku as an old man with white hair and beard, who must be at least sixty years old.

The shiny scalp on top and the Mediterranean-style hairstyle indicate that this person is a strong person. Oh no.

He is a severe patient with BASP.

But.

Sakaki shook his head and sighed.

Seba Tundoku's forehead hair and top hair are completely missing, and his hairline is severely receding. In BASP, this is called F3UV3 severe and hopeless alopecia.

The number represents the grade of hair loss, with grade 1 being the mildest (hair density reduced and visible to the naked eye) and grade 3 being the most severe (very sparse or missing).

F refers to the forehead, V refers to the top of the head, and U represents the shape.

The cause is androgenetic alopecia, which is mainly related to genetics and androgens.

Like hair loss, the earlier it is treated, the better the effect.

We have reached the stage of Seha Tundoku.

There is no hope.

There is no need for rescue, because

His last bit of strength has fallen!