Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

There are organized people nearby!

"...No, bro, you're following me even when I go to the toilet?"

Standing in front of the urinal, Sano unzipped his pants while looking at Shuichi Akai standing next to him, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance: "Are you afraid I'll run away, or are you just curious about whose little brother is bigger between us?"

"This is your first time here, I was just worried you wouldn't know the way."

Shuichi Akai glanced at Sano out of the corner of his eye... If he could, he would certainly like to go with him, but the problem was that he had just gone to the toilet before meeting him, and now even if he tried, he couldn't squeeze out a single drop.

However, in order to prevent the other party from secretly contacting other members of the organization, Shuichi Akai had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow along.

"Tsk, I can't pee if you're standing next to me!"

Sano was clearly not satisfied with Shuichi Akai's answer.

If that's how it's played, Sano won't be interested in playing with the other party anymore.

"I wasn't looking at you, what's there to be nervous about?"

Shuichi Akai casually changed the subject, saying, "By the way, we've talked for so long, and I still don't know your name. What's your name?"

Distracted by Shuichi Akai, Sano seemed to temporarily ignore the other's gaze. The sound of flowing water immediately rang out, and he replied, "My name is... Saburo Uozuka."

"What about you?"

...Sano temporarily borrowed Vodka's name, which he had seen on the other person's driver's license by chance, but whether the license was real or fake was another matter.

Sano doesn't know.

But since it was originally intended to be used as a fake name, it doesn't matter whether it's real or fake.

Besides, even if Sano tells them, the other party might not believe them.

Having received the answer, Shuichi Akai nodded noncommittally: "Then I'll call you Uozuka, and my name is..."

Hearing the conversation coming from outside the cubicle, Ai Haibara held her breath, afraid that even the slightest breath would attract the attention of the two people outside.

Although Ai Haibara's mind was blank, her body was instinctively searching for the situation.

...The voice that claimed to be Uozuka Saburo was very familiar to Ai Haibara.

rye.

Ai Haibara knew this person for the shortest time, but left the deepest impression on her. She was also the organization's executive member whom she hated and feared the most.

Ai Haibara would never mistake the other person's voice.

As for the name Uozuka Saburo, if Ai Haibara remembers correctly, it should be Vodka's name, although she doesn't know if it's his real name or a pseudonym.

The other person who is communicating with Blackie, judging from the situation, is most likely not a member of the organization, otherwise Blackie would not have needed to create a fake name.

...Although Ai Haibara also felt that the other person's voice sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

But that's not the problem!

The problem is that the organization's cadres are right here, and there's another person of unknown identity who is also likely a dangerous individual.

Ai Haibara is one thing, she can just hide and it will pass, but in the next cubicle, there is a famous detective who has just shrunk and been dragged in unconscious.

If Conan suddenly came to his senses, went outside, and bumped into the other person.

Regardless of what the other party might do, Ai Haibara doesn't believe Conan will do nothing.

Who knows what might happen then?

Ai Haibara tiptoed back, trying to get as far away from the stall door as possible. Finally, she curled up on the toilet, hugging herself and trembling. She couldn't care less anymore; now she could only leave it to fate and pray silently.

...Fortunately, death did not seem to favor Ai Haibara and Conan.

The voices of the two people outside the stall quickly began to move out of the bathroom and gradually faded away until they disappeared.

After waiting a while longer and confirming that everything was alright, Ai Haibara finally breathed a sigh of relief and got off the toilet seat. However, due to her weak legs, she almost tripped and crashed into the door.

No, we need to act quickly; the crisis isn't over yet.

Ai Haibara gritted her teeth, took out her phone and called Professor Agasa, then peeked out to make sure there was no danger.

He then carefully but quickly ran to the next cubicle, retrieved Conan's clothes, and changed back into Conan's disguise.

...Sano was, of course, unaware that there were actually two fake children in the bathroom he had just been in.

However, as Sano walked into the observation restaurant, he immediately noticed the girl with horns on her head.

What's Ran Mouri doing here?

Chapter 322, Vermouth: I'm living in Bengbu!

Is Conan, no, I mean Shinichi Kudo, that jinx, here too?

Sano didn't stop walking, nor did he have any intention of deliberately avoiding the path, letting Shuichi Akai lead the way.

Despite the exorbitant prices per person at the observation restaurant, Tokyo still has its share of wealthy people.

Therefore, while the seats here cannot be described as overcrowded, there are indeed very few empty seats.

Shuichi Akai then led Sano in the opposite direction from Ran Mouri's location.

Then Sano unexpectedly discovered another peculiar duo.

Judy, and Shinichiro.

How did these two end up together?

Sano, of course, didn't think much of it and just assumed it was a date between a man and a woman. At most, he felt that he had met the two of them separately during the day and then met them together again in the evening.

There was a strange coincidence.

Another thing is that Judy failed to flirt with him during the day, but then ran off with Araide Tomoaki that night. She really is... invincible.

...Just kidding, of course Sano wouldn't care about such a trivial matter from others.

Regardless of whether Judy was actually flirting with Sano at that time, even if she was, who she flirted with, and how many times a day she flirted with, was none of his business.

Sano immediately ignored the presence of the two.

Shuichi Akai, on the other hand, frowned slightly when he saw the duo, but then quickly relaxed his brow to avoid being noticed by Sano next to him.

...It just so happens that we ran into each other at this time and in this place.

That's just too unfortunate.

Shuichi Akai hesitated for a moment, but still didn't turn around to ask Sano if they wanted to eat somewhere else.

That would be too suspicious.

It's possible that problems could arise on both sides, so it's better to be cautious and wait and see.

After quietly pulling up the collar of his coat, Shuichi Akai found a seat with his back to the duo and sat down, with Sano sitting opposite him.

Not far away, Jodie, who had also noticed Shuichi Akai, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her eye.

...How did Xiu end up here?

If Vermouth recognizes her, wouldn't that be tantamount to directly telling her that she's being targeted?

And who is that guy wearing a hat next to the show?

How come you're with Xiu, especially in a place like this?

...The prices at the Lookout Restaurant are not low. Even if you are rich, you won't come to eat in such a place for no reason. After all, having a lot of money doesn't mean you're stupid.

In addition, due to the restaurant's style, most of the people who come here to eat are couples on dates, with only a small portion coming to discuss business.

...But these two grown men couldn't possibly be here on a date, could they?

Despite her doubts, Judy quickly looked away and casually sipped her water.

Unfortunately, no matter how well Judy disguised herself, Vermouth, a master of disguise, still noticed the anomaly. Without even turning her head, she used the faint reflection from the floor-to-ceiling window across the street to detect the unusual situation.

...However, it's hard to say whether this is Judy's anomaly.

His striking white hair and the classic baseball cap.

There's no mistake, it's definitely rye, but how did he end up here? There seems to be someone sitting opposite him.

I could only see a blurry figure from behind; I couldn't recognize him.

Vermouth frowned almost imperceptibly, then quickly looked away.

"...Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

Seeing Vermouth stand up, Judy's heart tightened, and she also stood up and smiled, "I was just thinking of going too, but I was a little embarrassed to say it."

As she spoke, Judy squeezed next to Vermouth, trying her best to block Vermouth's view of Shuichi Akai.

Even so, Judy couldn't just blindfold Vermouth with her bare hands.

So, after Vermouth confirmed that she hadn't misread it and that Rye had indeed come here, she also noticed the man sitting opposite her.

...Akai Shuichi.

Although it had been quite a while since they last met, Vermouth recognized him.

So this guy really did come to Japan too.

Vermouth wasn't too surprised that Shuichi Akai was near her. After glancing away, she casually went to the restroom.

...because from the very beginning, Vermouth already knew that she was being watched by the FBI.

These people had been secretly watching him, and even followed him to Japan.

Even so, Vermouth did not seek help from the organization.

After all, Vermouth's purpose in returning to the country this time was "impure," and reporting it to the organization and getting them involved would be detrimental to her future actions.

Secondly, Vermouth's identity is special; she is not an ordinary codename member. The FBI's purpose in following her is obviously not simple; they must be trying to catch a big fish, so they will definitely not easily take action against her.

Otherwise, they would have arrested him directly when he was abroad, why wait until now?

Furthermore, it remains unknown whether the FBI was aware that Vermouth killed Tomoaki Araide and took his identity.

If you don't know, then of course everything is fine.

If you know... it won't hurt.

At most, it just means being watched and making things a little more difficult.