Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Although Conan was confused, he still subconsciously did as Ai Haibara said.

Dr. Agasa sensed something was wrong and looked back. A black Porsche 356A slowly drove up and stopped right next to the yellow Beetle.

"..."

"It's someone from that organization...!"

Professor Agasa quickly looked away, cold sweat breaking out on his brow, and warned in a suppressed voice.

Damn it, what a coincidence to run into them here!?

Ai Haibara shook the sieve below, while Conan wanted to peek out to see if there was anything he could do, but he was afraid of affecting the others on the bus, so he could only stand there with an expression that looked like he was itching to do something.

"Ok?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Sano rested one hand on the car window and turned his head to look, just in time to meet the gaze of Gin and Vodka, who had their front window open.

"..."

Neither Gin nor Vodka expected to run into Sano here.

...It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen Sano's original face, so why does it suddenly feel a bit unfamiliar?

The two glanced at Professor Agasa sitting next to Sano, and considering that he wanted to hide his identity, they remained silent and pretended not to know him.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Sano realized that Gin might not be in a good mood because he had ruined things for him that night.

Sano felt that as a subordinate, it was necessary to demonstrate camaraderie and provide the other party with a little fun, so he raised his hand in greeting.

"Hey, you beautiful lady over there with the top hat and long silver hair, can I have your phone number?"

At night, the intersection was quiet, with only a yellow Volkswagen Beetle and a Porsche 356A in the background.

Therefore, Sano's voice, which could even echo, was made all the more clear... and piercing.

Chapter 235, page 234: Rye is a teammate, so Pisco is doomed?

"...Cough cough cough!!"

After a two-second silence, Dr. Agasa next to Sano and Vodka in the other passenger seat both started coughing violently.

The two fake children below almost popped their eyes out, nearly screaming in fright at Sano's antics.

...After all, both of them had seen what Gin looked like before. Even if they couldn't see him directly now, just by hearing Sano's distinctive...adjectives, how could they not imagine who he was greeting?

So now the question is...

What would a cold-blooded and ruthless super assassin, whose gender is listed as male, think if someone called him a beautiful woman and asked him for his phone number?

...What the hell is the difference between this and directly pulling out a human family tree?!

Especially since Gin had just suffered a setback tonight, Sano's provocation, which even made bystanders shudder, was bound to provoke him. Who the hell would believe that it wouldn't anger him?

Both Conan and Ai Haibara began to feel weak in the knees.

The already intense sense of crisis became even stronger.

Conan even temporarily suppressed his suicidal instincts, and all he wanted to do was frantically call for Professor Agasa to drive away.

But the duo didn't dare to actually shout it out.

This could actually make Gin notice the duo hiding in the car, causing them to do things they wouldn't normally do.

So the duo could only gape, their faces blank, frozen like statues... If souls were visible to the naked eye, they might have already floated out of their mouths.

It was truly a case of the soul being scattered and the spirit being destroyed.

Sano glanced at Ai Haibara.

Ever since this fake loli shrunk, it seems that every time she encounters someone from the organization, her pupils dilate and she trembles like a sieve.

Sano had been thinking that this guy should change his name to "Sieve Ai" or "Sieve Princess".

Surprisingly, it didn't shake this time.

...Well, it just became as still as a corpse.

Just then, the red light turned green, and Professor Agasa frantically stepped on the gas, almost stalling the car, and "whoosh" the speed reached its maximum.

Even so, Professor Agasa still felt it wasn't enough.

...I had a feeling that the Porsche 356A behind me would catch up at any moment, so I grabbed my gun and started firing at my Beetle, firing several magazines of bullets.

At this moment, Professor Agasa only regretted that he hadn't installed a nitrous oxide accelerator on the Beetle.

Professor Agasa had already floored the accelerator, practically shoving his foot into the engine.

Sano, sitting in the passenger seat, enjoyed the cold wind blowing in his face, but the speed made his face feel a little sore.

Why are you all so timid?

She has absolutely no sense of humor, sigh.

...Watching the yellow Beetle fly out of sight, Gin in the Porsche 356A seemed dazed, and only started the car and moved forward when the green light was about to end.

After regaining his senses, Vodka looked at his silent older brother, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and finally could only remain silent, not daring to utter a sound.

"Oh, a beautiful woman?"

Teasing voices came from the back row. Vermouth stuck her head out, her face full of mockery: "I never thought you'd have such a depressing day, Gin."

Vermouth's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Hey, although Vermouth was also called ugly by Sano before, compared to that, Gin's insult as a "beauty" seems to be even greater.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

With Gin by her side, Vermouth's gloomy mood dissipated considerably that evening.

……Um?

Something seems off.

Vermouth's smile suddenly froze.

Damn it, that guy said he was ugly before, but now he's calling Gin a beauty. Doesn't that mean he thinks he's not as "pretty" as Gin?

This is just too insulting!

No, that's not right!

It's not necessarily me who's the problem; it could be that guy too!

Yes, that's right!

That guy must be gay, which explains why he thinks Gin is better looking than him!

Thinking of this, Vermouth immediately felt that she had discovered the truth, and her mood improved.

"Humph."

Gin scoffed, "You'd better shut your mouth, Vermouth."

"Oh, so you've been humiliated time and time again, and you're taking it out on me?"

Coming to her senses, Vermouth, of course, wasn't about to let it go, and asked again in a sarcastic tone, before her expression suddenly turned serious: "But seriously, don't you think that guy just now looked a little familiar? He seemed to be a high school detective named Sano..."

"Sano Shinichiro."

Gin picked up the conversation, giving Vermouth a cold look: "He's his son. Is there any other question?"

"...So you knew, but he's the one who got Pisco arrested today, so I still have to remind you of that."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow.

"I know."

"you know?"

"Can't I know?"

"...Well, there's nothing I can't know, but since you already know, I won't pry any further."

"Nobody told you to ask any more questions."

"...Tsk, it's so tiring to talk to you."

Vermouth pursed her lips and leaned back in her car seat, then suddenly remembered another question: "Speaking of which, what are you planning to do with Pisco, save him or...?"

"There's no need to save him, he's already dead."

Gin said without turning his head.

"died?"

Vermouth narrowed her eyes: "You arranged for someone to silence them?"

"Pisco's teammate on this mission is Rye."

Gin said something abruptly.

"rye……?"

Vermouth recalled the...freak she had once teamed up with, and paused for a moment: "How did he silence Pisco?"

...Vermouth didn't know much about rye, after all, the two of them had only shared one mission together.

If I had to point it out, there are actually only four points.

Disguise, bombs, dodging bullets, madness.

For Vermouth, the most direct and immediate impression is, of course, this last point.

Because, putting everything else aside, no matter how capable a person is, if they don't get involved, it's the same as having no difference.

However, if we add the last point, then even if we don't get involved, it might still have an impact on Vermouth, since they are all members of the same organization.

So now that Gin says it was this guy who silenced Pisco, Vermouth has reason to suspect that the other party might have caused some big commotion, just like during the last mission.

...Wait a minute, Gin's answer just now seems a bit problematic too.

It's not that he arranged for Rye to kill Pisco, but rather that "Pisco's teammate was Rye."

It feels like... Rye killed Pisco not because she received orders to silence him.

...Could it be that Gin's instructions to Rye were actually a rescue order, but the guy completely ignored them and just killed Pisco?