Conan: I'm Not a Ghost

Damn it!

Sakaki Makoto's head hurt!

The tearing pain was like a three-pointed knife spinning in his head.

The fierce gunfire continued.

Heavy rain, gunfight.

The dusty memories filled his mind like a flood.

It was an operation to crack down on drug trafficking organizations.

The other party had heavy firepower firearms, but the team he led was unaware of it.

He didn't react until he kicked open the factory door and the black machine gun barrel appeared in his sight.

When the barrel spit out flames, he was thrown to the ground and watched his former compatriots fall in a pool of blood.

He completely exploded.

Afterwards, the support troops looked at the scene in fear and couldn't say a word.

There were a total of 14 gangsters, 13 of whom died on the spot, and the remaining leader.

was being tortured by Sakaki Makoto with water torture.

Then, he glanced at the support troops, took out the pistol from his waist expressionlessly, and pointed it at the leader's head.

Bang!

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The car stopped in front of a building.

Megure Jusan was holding a walkie-talkie, calling for support.

Maori Kogoro pushed open the car door and rushed to Megure Jusan:

"Where's Eri?!"

"How is she?!"

Megure Jusan put down the walkie-talkie, his face very ugly:

"She's fine."

"When we arrived at the scene, the criminal was trying to break open the door of the room where she was."

"She was just a little frightened."

Mauri Kogoro was relieved immediately, but when he thought of the fierce gunshots just now, his heart was lifted again:

"Where is the criminal?"

Megure Jusan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his eyes flickered, and it was obvious that his mood was greatly fluctuating.

"The criminal is on the run."

"What about the gunshots just now."

"The other party is holding an M3 submachine gun."

Megure Jusan said coldly:

"The police officers of the first investigation section were caught off guard."

"What about the casualties?"

Mauri Kogoro's face darkened.

"I don't know yet."

Megure Jusan shook his head.

The intercom on his waist was constantly sending out calls for an ambulance.

At this time, police officers were constantly being carried out from inside the building.

The heavy rain washed away the blood dripping on the ground, but the blood seemed endless and flowed along the water.

Sakaki Makoto's eyes flickered.

In his mind, someone was whispering.

Amid the whistling alarm bells, the police car of the special service team arrived.

The special service police wearing bulletproof helmets, holding automatic rifles, and with the words SAT printed on their shoulders lined up and came to the front of everyone.

"Special Service Team Captain Kyogoku Naohiko."

The leader of the special service team stepped forward and saluted:

"Where did the criminal escape to?"

"To the northwest."

When Megure Jusan saw SAT coming to support him, his heavy face eased a little.

SAT, the special police armed police, was established on September 28, 1977 and renamed the Special Assault Force on April 1, 1996.

It is a special anti-terrorist unit affiliated with the Japanese police.

Its main task is to respond quickly to crimes such as hijacking of transportation, terrorism, and powerful firepower.

It is also the last trump card of the Metropolitan Police Department.

If this card does not work, you can only ask for help from the Self-Defense Forces.

However, when they take action, they usually do not leave room for the criminals to fight back.

The captain of the special task force, Kyogoku Naohiko, made a gesture, and the team members behind him immediately bypassed the buildings on both sides and headed northwest.

"The rain is too heavy, and the helicopter cannot take off."

"So we will use the land search method."

Kyogoku Naohiko lifted the glass cover, looked at the weather, and his heart was immediately chilled.

Heavy rain will wash away everything, not just blood, but also traces left by the criminals.

Without air support, it is extremely difficult to find a person whose identity is completely unknown in Tokyo.

Kyogoku Naohiko is pessimistic about the search results.

He does not think that the criminal can be found smoothly.

Under the leadership of Megure Jusan, several people walked into the building and came to the 23rd floor.

As soon as the elevator opened, the words "Hisagi Law Firm" on the wall came into view.

Seeing this line of words, Makoto Sakaki rubbed his eyes quickly, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

Before he could complain about the name of Hiisagi's law firm, several people walked forward along the carpet.

Bullet marks and blood were everywhere on the wall, and the injured police had been carried downstairs.

In the main office, Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi were comforting Hiisagi.

That was a beautiful woman.

"Mom!"

Ran Maori rushed up and hugged Hiisagi.

A smile appeared on her pale face, Hiisagi smiled, held Ran Maori's hand, and glanced at the silent Maori Kogoro:

"You are here."

"Yeah"

Maori Kogoro scratched his head and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Conan listened to Miwako Sato's report with Makoto Sakaki.

"We just went up to the 23rd floor and saw someone banging on the office door."

"As soon as the other party saw us, he took out a submachine gun from his windbreaker."

"Five people were shot and injured, and the criminal was also shot in the left shoulder."

Megure Jusan asked:

"Did you see the other person's appearance clearly?"

Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru looked at each other and shook their heads:

"No."

"The other party was wearing a mask, so we didn't see it clearly."

Miwako Sato's words also confirmed the suspicion of Naohiko Kyogoku, the leader of the special service team.

I don’t know what I look like, I only know how I dress

This person is probably impossible to catch.

suddenly.

Sakaki began to walk along the blood stains on the ground.

He covered his shoulders, staggered, and looked back from time to time.

The strange movements attracted everyone's attention.

His pace became faster and faster, and finally he broke open the emergency exit door and dodged into the corridor.

Everyone hurriedly followed.

There was blood all the way down. Although Sakaki's movements were quick, there was no sign of nervousness on his face.

Go down to the 15th floor.

Sakaki stopped, walked to the trash can in the corner, and opened it.

An empty M3 submachine gun lay quietly inside.

Mumu Shisan immediately used the intercom to call for help to come and investigate for clues.

After closing the trash can, Sakaki continued walking down without saying a word.

There was no pause in the rest of the journey, and the blood stains spread all the way to the back door and disappeared.

The thread seems to be broken.

"right!"

Sato Miwako shouted:

"Someone just saw the prisoner rushing out of the back door and fleeing to the northwest!"

Outside the door, the rainwater gathered into a stream, and the water flow was fast.

Sakaki opened the back door and stood there looking around.

After exiting the back door, there is a parking lot to the northwest. Several cars are parked quietly in the parking space. Under the awning, the ground is dry, and a dark tire mark spreads to the northwest.

According to eyewitness accounts, the northwest of where the prisoners fled is the commercial district, where tall buildings can be seen everywhere.

To the north, apartments and residential buildings complement each other, and dim lights can be vaguely seen.

To the northeast it was dark.

"Where is that place over there?"

Sakaki suddenly asked.

"factory."

Takagi Wataru replied.

Sakaki ran into the parking lot in the rain, crouched down, and gently touched the tire marks burned by the extremely fast rotation with his fingers.

The fingers were stained with black particles, and there was still a little residual warmth, indicating that the car had just left.

"Standard."

Sakaki held out his hand behind his back.

Megure Thirteen looked at Miwako Sato, Miwako Sato looked at Wataru Takagi, and Wataru Takagi looked at the empty side of his body and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He has no ruler.

In the end, Conan took out the ruler and handed it to Sakaki Makoto.

Sakaki measured the width of the tire marks and their intervals respectively, and already had a conclusion in his mind.

"The tread width is 275mm, the radial structure, the tire size is over 18 inches, and the distance between the left and right tires is 1575mm."

Looking back at the confused crowd, Sakaki said:

"The prisoner was driving an SUV."