Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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...I feel like this reason is a bit far-fetched.

Could this guy have actually been secretly watching me all along?

If not, then one can only marvel at how extensive this workaholic's work circle truly is.

Sano thought to himself.

"...Business is unexpectedly good."

Meanwhile, the group behind the counter, with their clearly defined roles, were certainly working around the clock, though not exactly in a chaotic frenzy.

Sonoko Suzuki rested her chin on her hand and pondered, "Why don't I just talk to my dad and see if we can invest?"

Chapter 294, page 293, what's the deal with "separation and reunion" again? [Bonus chapter 3/5 for Junyou's donation]

"In just ten minutes, we've already received six orders and sold three. At this rate, we'll probably be too busy to handle it soon and we'll have to hire more people."

Ai Haibara also gave her approval.

"At first, we were worried that the seniors might have a bad day, so we wanted to gather everyone to help out. Now it seems like it was all unnecessary."

Ran Mouri said with a smile.

"Business is much better than Poirot's before. Could it be that this guy has a talent for business in addition to deduction?"

No sooner had Conan finished speaking than another electric scooter screeched to a halt, instantly catching his eye.

Black slicked-back hair, mask with the word "kill" on it, and trench coat with embroidered lettering.

This is... Black Death! ? ?

"Pick up your food, the number is..."

Conan snapped out of his daze as he watched the person push open the door, take away the packaged food, and enter.

No, that person wasn't a Black Reaper. It wasn't just that they looked different; there were subtle differences in their clothes as well. They were just an ordinary member of the Black Reaper...

But this problem is still quite significant!

Why are the Black Reaper members here... Oh, they're here to pick up their food.

Why would members of the Black Reaper come to collect food?!

Why are you making such a fuss?

Ai Haibara glanced at Conan: "You don't know that the predecessor of the All-Knowing Path is actually the Black Reaper, do you? No, I shouldn't say predecessor, since the Black Reaper is still around. Should I say it's two in one?"

"Why!!?"

Conan was even more shocked: "This is the first time I've ever heard of something like this..."

"I've lost to you. You have absolutely no intelligence capabilities."

Ai Haibara shook her head and sighed: "All the riders of Natoto are members of the Black Reaper. Although it's not exactly common knowledge, if you're interested, you'll basically find out, because they don't try to hide it at all."

"After all, apart from a few members who are confirmed to work all day, the others are just dropping people off along the way. They will most likely not even change their clothes and will still be wearing that conspicuous special attack uniform, just like the one just now."

"However, I was a little surprised that Black Reaper was able to transform so smoothly. After all, he has caused so much trouble. Logically speaking, the authorities should not have given them such a smooth transition."

"Because this is a good thing, right? The delinquents stop messing around and start working seriously."

After Conan came to his senses, he no longer found the matter particularly strange, and instead remarked with emotion, "But it must be tough for them too. After all, the stereotype of delinquents is so deeply ingrained that it makes their work even more troublesome."

"Maybe."

With his superhuman hearing, Sano roughly overheard the conversation between the two fake children.

While their speculations weren't 100% accurate, they were certainly on the right track.

Of course, delinquent teenagers will encounter all sorts of troubles when starting a company, although they manage to overcome the official obstacles through hard work.

However, the issue of customers, or the general public, cannot be said to have been completely resolved.

"A delinquent, huh? He seems a bit dangerous."

"They're all a bunch of unreliable minors. I wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting my things to them."

"What if he looks fierce and scares my child?"

"There's nothing we can do. Our customers don't want you to deliver, so we have no choice but to terminate our cooperation."

"..."

Sano had heard similar remarks many times during his field investigations.

Even without this part of the market, relying solely on the current stable market of Nadotong, there is still money to be made, but if possible, who would complain about not having enough money?

It seems like it's time to come up with a solution to these problems.

"By the way, where's the restroom here?"

"Over there."

Sano pointed out the direction to Amuro Tooru.

"Thanks."

"Stop right there!!"

Just as Amuro Tooru entered the restroom, a figure on a motorcycle and two figures running wildly passed by the entrance of the coffee shop.

If Sano is not mistaken, the two running on their feet behind them should be Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru.

"...Are you chasing a criminal?"

"Shouldn't we go and help?"

Ran Mouri stood up hesitantly.

"No way, that person is riding a motorcycle, how can you chase them on foot?"

Sonoko Suzuki waved her hand in rejection.

Conan didn't waste any words, chasing after them out of the store, and then...

"Holy crap, the skateboard is under maintenance by the doctor!"

After staring blankly at the air for three seconds, Conan gave up the pursuit.

Sano watched from the sidelines, shaking his head and chuckling. Just a second later, a mission notification popped up. He pulled it out and saw that it was about helping Sato Miwako and her companion catch the criminal.

Sano immediately rushed out of the store.

"The car is here!"

Sano held up his car key with one hand, and the white Mazda across the street immediately turned on its lights and beeped.

Sano rushed to the other side, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat. Then a bunch of people squeezed into the passenger seat and the back seat.

...Except for Amuro Tooru, who ran to the toilet, everyone else got into the car.

When did you buy the car?

Conan peeked out from behind and asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I didn’t buy it, it belongs to the owner. He just left the key on the counter, and I just grabbed it.”

Sano inserted the car key and started the vehicle.

"Wait a moment!"

As Conan nodded in understanding, Ai Haibara suddenly stopped him with a serious expression and asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"joke."

Sano scoffed dismissively, then tossed out a brand-new driver's license: "I just took the test a while ago."

"Yeah."

Ai Haibara opened her driver's license and looked at it carefully. Hmm, it seems there's no problem.

...Oh, of course, no problem.

After all, it took him a long time to learn the document forgery technique on his own.

Sano revoked his driver's license.

Forging documents is a technical skill.

This is especially true for the "antiquing" of paper.

If a driver's license looks like this, that's one thing, but if other documents are also made to look brand new, then no matter how well they are made in other aspects, they will still look fake at first glance.

...In fact, Sano shouldn't have needed to forge documents himself. He could have just informed the organization, and someone would have taken care of it.

However, it was not appropriate for the organization to make the identification documents for Sano's other identities, so after thinking about it for a while, he chose to become self-taught and self-sufficient.

That way, there won't be any problems.

"Great, everything's ready, let's get going!"

Conan urged Sano to drive quickly.

"Okay, I know, why are you rushing me? Can't I just wait a little while?"

Sano crouched down, craning his neck downwards, muttering to himself, "Strange, which one is the clutch again..."

Chapter 295, page 294, (Together) Amuro Tooru: Where's my car? ? ?

Conan: "..."

Ai Haibara: "..."

Ran Mouri: "..."

Sonoko Suzuki: "..."

The Real Kids Trio: "..."

Does this guy even know where the clutch is? Can he really drive?