Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

At 1pm, a black Volga GAZ stopped in front of the Haido Hotel.

As the largest hotel in Haido Town, the 38-story building is piercing the sky.

Standing on the ground, one can't help but feel insignificant.

Makoto Sakaki also saw the board erected next to the main entrance of the hotel:

[Memorial service for filmmaker Akira Sakumaki]

Memorial service?

Could it be that Gin went to Haido Town specifically to mourn the filmmaker Akira Sakumaki?

"Don't stand there, follow me."

Gin's voice interrupted his meditation.

With his hands in his pockets, Gin walked into the hotel with a cigarette in his mouth.

Because he took antihypertensive drugs, his face became much ruddy, no longer as sickly white as before.

At the same time

The pain in his head was relieved, allowing Gin to feel a rare calm.

The three walked into the hotel, and the waiters were setting up the venue with yellow and white chrysanthemums representing solemn mourning in their hands.

"Tomorrow night, there will be a memorial service here."

Walking into the elevator, Vodka said:

"You have to come to participate, and the invitation will be given to you later."

"Is this person called Sakamaki Akishino a member of the organization?"

Sakaki Makoto asked in confusion.

"No."

Vodka shook his head:

"But tomorrow night, with the cover of the memorial service, the organization will launch an action, and the police will also be there. We need you to distract them."

"What action?"

"You will know soon."

While talking, the elevator arrived at the top floor of the hotel.

The corridor on the 38th floor was covered with red carpets, and there were only a few guest rooms.

Gin came to room 3803 in the corner and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Dongdong!

After a while

Click.

An old man in a suit, with gray hair and a thick beard on his upper lip, opened the door.

His eyes swept over Gin and Vodka, paused for a moment on Makoto Sakaki, and smiled amiably:

"You are finally here, come in."

The old man was very alert. After Makoto Sakaki and the other two entered the guest room, he poked his head out and looked around the corridor. After confirming that no one was following them, he closed the door.

"We will not be followed."

The huge presidential suite was brightly lit, with sofas, pianos, and bathtubs.

Gin sat on the sofa with a cold expression:

"Pisk, how are you preparing?"

"I have carried out more missions than you have walked, so you don't have to worry about it."

The old man, codenamed Pisk, walked to the wine cabinet next to the sofa, took out a bottle of sake, and asked:

"Would you like a drink?"

"If you can mix cocktails, I don't mind."

"Mix cocktails."

Pisk shook his head, sat down with a glass of sake, and said calmly:

"What do you want to drink? Mix it yourself."

Makoto Sakaki narrowed his eyes slightly.

Gin, it seems, doesn't get along well with the old man named Pisco, and there is a slight smell of gunpowder in his words.

Judging from his appearance, the other party is at least over 60 years old and likes to drink some light-flavored sake.

He.

It is very likely that he knows what happened 17 years ago.

"Oh, this is really rude, I forgot to say hello."

Noticing Sakaki Makoto's gaze, Pisco put down the wine glass and said with a smile:

"Long time no see, Sakaki. I should call you Suzi now, right?"

"Do you know me?"

With his brows furrowed, Sakaki Makoto was more convinced that the old man knew what happened that year.

"How could I not recognize you?"

Pisk smiled:

"Back then, I picked you up from school, although the memory was not very good."

"But that was more than ten years ago, and we only met once, so it's normal that you don't remember me."

"My name is Kenzo Masuyama, Chairman of the Automobile Group, codename Pisk, according to seniority, you should call me uncle."

Pisk was very enthusiastic. He sat next to Makoto Sakaki, took out a box of cigars that looked expensive, cut off the cigar heads by hand, and handed them to Makoto Sakaki:

"Try it, Cuban cigars."

Looking at him expressionlessly, Makoto Sakaki did not move.

He has the same status as Vodka, and is a younger brother of Gin, so the question is

When a younger brother encounters an 'elder' who doesn't get along with his boss, how should he deal with it?

Ignoring is the greatest respect for Gin.

As expected, seeing that Makoto Sakaki did not respond, Gin sneered:

"Pisco, what qualifications do you have to let Makoto Sakaki call you uncle?"

"How much did his father trust you back then, and what happened?"

"Gin, you were still a young boy back then, and you didn't know my difficulties at all."

Pisco lit a cigar, the smoke swirled around his mouth, leaning on the sofa, and said disdainfully:

"His father and I have a life-long friendship."

"Taking care of my old friend's son is my unshirkable responsibility."

"It's a pity that the boss gave the task of accepting him to you, and it's obvious that you will have a brighter future if you follow me."

"Hehe"

Hearing this, Gin's lips rose with a playful smile:

"Responsibility?"

"Do you really have the word responsibility in your heart?"

"It's not just that someone failed in the mission and was about to be killed by the boss, but was rescued by others. He was grateful for morality, but turned around and stabbed him in the back, and said it was for the organization."

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"From the organization's perspective, you are certainly not wrong."

Crossing his legs, Gin said calmly:

"Otherwise you wouldn't be alive today."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Sakaki Makoto lowered his eyebrows and listened quietly.

He was analyzing

the information revealed in the conversation between Pisco and Gin.

"Let the past be the past"

Pisk raised his glass, shook the clear wine, and said with a smile:

"We should look forward, right?"

"Yes."

Gin lowered his head slightly, showing a cruel smile that outsiders could hardly detect:

"Who would have thought that a loser who became the chairman by relying on the power of the organization is still living in his dream?"

"Waste?"

Pisk was stunned at first, and then laughed:

"Hahaha, Gin, who is the loser between us?"

"Boss trusted you, so he let you manage the institute, but you not only lost the data, but also let Shirley escape!"

"Over the years, although I haven't made much achievements, I haven't made any mistakes!"

"And you?"

"You are too ambitious, and you don't know your own weight at all. You messed up one thing after another, and you were almost caught by the FBI two years ago!"

Gin's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

This.

He was unwilling to reveal the scar.

"If Boss had handed Shirley over to me, there wouldn't be any trouble today."

Pisk sighed:

"What a pity."

"Boss intends to train the younger generation, and I'm already an old man."

"So much nonsense."

The smoke from the thin cigar between his fingers rose, and he looked at Gin:

"Gin, what is the purpose of Boss asking you to come?"