Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

After a brief silence, the passenger side and both rear doors were frantically pulled.

Unfortunately, Sano had already locked the car doors, so there was no way to open them; at most, he could only make the car sway from side to side.

Once you're in your own car, do you still want to get out?

dream!

...In the end, Sano figured out the pedal position, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas, leading a car full of terrified and nervous passengers into the chase.

"Hey hey hey, car, car, car!"

"Slow down, slow down, slow down!!"

"Left, left, left; right, right, right!!!"

"..."

"You guys are so noisy!"

Sano, who had already shifted into fifth gear, floored the accelerator, then braked suddenly and swerved sharply, drifting in a sharp turn. His taillights were instantly smashed to pieces by the lamppost.

Due to inertia, the two left tires were lifted into the air, the entire vehicle tilted at a 45-degree angle, and then fell back down with a "bang," shaking violently.

After twisting in an "S" shape for a distance, Sano began to accelerate in a straight line again.

Amidst the chaotic sounds of suppressed gasps and loud screams from the side, Sano held his breath and focused his attention to an unprecedented degree.

To be honest, although Sano's driver's license is fake and he forged it himself, he did have a real driver's license in his previous life.

...But that only applies to driver's licenses.

According to custom, Sano took his driving test the summer after graduating from high school, after finishing his college entrance exams. He passed all four tests on the first try, but after that...

Sano's driver's license has been gathering dust in his drawer for a while now.

Firstly, Sano doesn't have a car to drive, and secondly, it's been too long since he's driven one, so he's hesitant to drive.

Sano's current driving skills are basically all derived from the racing games he has played.

It all comes down to one word.

猛！

You could also call it bravery, or recklessness.

Anyway, there's nothing fancy about it. Just floor the gas and go!

Bumps and bruises are inevitable, but with the added agility of the Superman effect, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?

...Along the way, Sano had frequent close encounters with various cars, feeling like he was playing bumper cars. Fortunately, this was a city road, and the other vehicles were not going very fast, so even if there were some friction and collisions, he would not overturn.

However, the sudden braking, stopping, acceleration, and sharp turns left many "kiss marks" on the road surface.

"It's there, over there!!"

Although Conan was pale, perhaps it was his strong belief in arresting the criminal that sustained him, as he was still able to identify the target and give directions to Sano.

"Ok!"

Without saying a word, Sano accelerated wildly again, and then... rammed directly into the guy on the motorcycle!

American-style stop!!!

The motorcyclist noticed the white Mazda behind him, was immediately startled, and quickly dodged to the side, narrowly missing the front of the car.

"Wow, they didn't bump into anything?"

Sano tilted his head in surprise.

"Why did you hit him, brother? Murder is a crime!"

The people inside the car stared wide-eyed. They wanted to pull Sano away but were afraid of interfering and causing the car to overturn. If they didn't stop him, they were afraid that Sano would actually crash into him and kill him.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

Sano licked his lips, excitedly staring at the motorcyclist next to him through the car window.

...No, no, no, judging from your eyes, you're clearly already intoxicated!

Everyone on the bus looked on in disbelief.

The man was clearly startled by Sano's gaze, and after a moment of shock, he immediately tried to brake and turn around.

Seeing this, Sano immediately braked sharply, swerved, and turned around before accelerating to maximum speed.

"boom--!"

"Now it's definitely not going to miss!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!!!"

The man didn't expect Sano's target to be so clear, it was just one word—hit him!

"No way, bro! I just robbed a jewelry store. I didn't kill anyone or set it on fire. It can't be this ruthless, can it?!"

For the sake of his life, the man finally gave up struggling, threw the motorcycle aside, and knelt down on the ground, raising his hands in surrender.

"Stop the car! Stop the car now!!"

...Sano's ultimate goal was to capture people, not to kill them.

Seeing that this guy wasn't even running anymore, Sano could only regretfully abandon his American-style interception. Instead, he performed a dragon tail swing, using his rear tire to knock the motorcycle off the ground before stopping precisely in front of the other guy's face.

"Wow, perfect! It worked on the first try!"

...You idiot, you never even considered successfully stopping it!

Sano ignored the strange looks from the people in the car and snapped his fingers: "Get someone out and bring him up. I'll take him straight to the police station."

"I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

A group of people rushed to get off the bus, and the three real kids couldn't even speak. As soon as they got off the bus, they lay down on the roadside and vomited violently.

Aside from Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki, the two best friends whose faces were as pale as paper, only Conan and Ai Haibara looked slightly better.

Conan looked at Ai Haibara with some surprise: "You didn't react much at all."

"Oh."

Ai Haibara forced a faint smile: "I did some racing around with Emilia, after all."

"Yeah……"

Conan smirked. Speaking of racing, his mother often raced too, which was probably why his performance was slightly better.

Compared to her mother, Yukiko Kudo's driving skills, though frightening, at least prevented her from causing accidents.

This Sano thing could actually kill someone!

...A short while later, unlike when they arrived, on the way to the Metropolitan Police Department, Sano was left with only himself and the prisoner next to him in the car.

"Tsk, what's wrong with them? At first, everyone was eager to ride in my car, but now one of them refuses to get in. It's just that I drove a little faster and had a few bumps and scrapes. Is it that scary?"

While muttering to himself, Sano glanced at the robber whose hands were tied in the passenger seat: "What do you think?"

Robber: "..."

Should I speak up at this point?

Just then, Sano heard a sudden "bang" in front of the vehicle, and then the accelerator under his foot seemed to suddenly stop responding. No matter how he pressed it, there was no sign of it giving any gas. The whole car lost power and just coasted along by inertia.

"Hey, what's going on? Something's broken?"

Sano, not believing it, pressed the accelerator a few more times, but the vehicle still didn't react at all. It wasn't until the inertia completely disappeared and the vehicle stopped that white smoke started to come out of the hood.

Sano: "..."

It seems to be really bad.

"No problem, we've arrived at the destination anyway."

Sano opened the car door, looked at the Metropolitan Police Department gate not far away, nodded in satisfaction, and then pulled the robber out of the passenger seat.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

...At night, after returning to his café from the Metropolitan Police Department, Sano realized it was closing time.

Ran Mouri and the others who returned earlier have already dispersed.

In the end, only the remaining ingredients were left, such as 觎捐鳎, 姘樱, 彩彝福, 粢埃, 约熬妥÷ド系拿, 己涂履稀.

"Well then, bye-bye, and please be careful on your way home."

"Ok."

"Bye-Bye."

"Let's go, I'll take you back."

Amuro Tooru pulled out his car keys, instantly causing Sano to freeze.

"...Forget it, I'll just take a taxi back."

"Hey?"

Before Amuro Tooru could figure out why he was wasting money taking a taxi when there was a perfectly good ride available, Sano had already made his escape.

...That's strange. Given his stingy nature, even if I didn't bring it up, he should have brought it up himself. Why is he resisting this time?

Does becoming rich make you embarrassed to do such things?

After tilting his head slightly, Amuro Tooru didn't think much of it and pressed the car key, but received no response.

"Ok?"

Amuro Tooru finally realized something was wrong. He looked around at the empty streets and frantically pressed the key, until after dozens of attempts, he stopped abruptly and froze in place.

What the hell!

"Where's my car? My big car, parked right here!?"

In the desolate night, only Amuro Tooru's cries echoed.

……

Inside the cocktail bar, Sano was reviewing mission information.

"In short, it's about going to make a deal, and if they can't reach an agreement, they just kill each other, like double-crossing, right?"