Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Isn't that obvious? Of course she's cold, hungry, sleepy, and... needs to pee right now.

But Sato Miwako was too embarrassed to say it out loud... and besides, saying it out loud wouldn't make any difference.

Seeing that Sato Miwako had fallen silent, Sano lost his desire to tease her and stood up, saying, "In any case, let's get rid of these handcuffs first."

For Sano, the important thing was "to ensure the survival of Sato Miwako and the prisoner."

The problem is that even if Sano appears in his true form and learns the whole situation from Miwako Sato, he still doesn't know what the "dangerous factor" is.

Perhaps it was the real culprit who framed the man as the murderer.

But Sano doesn't know where the real culprit is.

In any case, it's impossible to go wrong by freeing Sato Miwako and her companion from their current constraints and restoring their "freedom".

"But how are you going to unlock the handcuffs?"

Sato Miwako's gaze suddenly became suspicious: "To open handcuffs without a key is much more difficult than opening a regular lock. When did you master this level of lock-picking skills, hmm?"

...Why is this guy focusing on such strange things?

Sano rolled his eyes: "I never said I was going to take off the handcuffs."

That's right, although Sano does know a tiny bit of lock picking, it's only a tiny bit.

Even Sano might not be able to open slightly more complex locks, let alone something like handcuffs.

"What are you going to do?"

Faced with Sato Miwako's question, Sano smiled slightly, revealing his incredibly white teeth, and said.

"Why don't we just cut off his hand?"

Sato Miwako: "..."

The elderly father, who had remained silent and simply observed, was speechless.

"Are you kidding me!"

Before the terrified father could utter a sound, Sato Miwako spoke up: "This is a crucial moment, don't talk to me..."

Miwako Sato initially thought Sano was joking, but the next second she realized that Sano's thought process was indeed beyond the comprehension of common sense.

What if Sano was serious just now?

Considering his current situation, if Sano really wanted to do something, then perhaps...

For a moment, Miwako Sato fell silent, cold sweat pouring down her back, as she cautiously stared at Sano.

In response, Sano shrugged and said, "Alright, then I won't cut off his hand."

Before the two could even catch their breath, Sano turned his gaze to Sato Miwako's wrist.

"Anyway, it's the same whether I cut you or not."

"I can't cut mine either!!"

Miwako Sato roared angrily.

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it so seriously."

After teasing the other party a little more, Sano stopped talking nonsense and pulled out a hammer from his sleeve.

"Get out of the way, or don't blame me if it misses."

Sato Miwako instinctively dodged to the side, muttering, "Can this thing really break the handcuffs?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a crisp sound rang out. Sano turned to look at Sato Miwako: "What did you say?"

"……nothing."

Looking at the handcuffs on her wrists and the remaining chain beside her, Sato Miwako shook her head vigorously, then got up and ran outside.

Where are you going?

Sano didn't expect this girl to slip away so easily, and was just thinking about whether to run up and grab her and bring her back.

The next second, a response came back: "Going to the toilet!!"

"..."

When Sato Miwako finished using the restroom and returned to meet up with Sano and the other two, the rescue mission was suddenly completed the moment they left the art museum.

Chapter 330, page 329: The True Savior—Sano!

This left Sano, who had been on guard against the "dangerous factor" that had never materialized, somewhat speechless.

What the hell is going on here?

Will you die if you stay in the art museum, but not if you leave?

So the danger is still in the art museum. What exactly is it?

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, Sato Miwako peeked out to the side, and Sano followed her gaze, only to find that a number of passersby had already gathered at the entrance of the art museum.

"...They're probably visitors."

Sano muttered to himself, "I didn't expect this art museum to be doing so well. But the opening time is a bit too late."

These days, are there really people who aren't proactive in making money?

The owner behind this art museum must be a complete slacker.

"That's not the point."

Miwako Sato tugged at Sano: "Do you have a mask or anything? It's not appropriate for either of us to appear in public right now, we need to cover ourselves up."

"Then why don't we just hide back there?"

To Sano's "suggestion," Miwako Sato pouted, "But we can walk now, we want to go get something to eat to fill our stomachs..."

"Or, could you go and buy some for us and bring it back?"

Sano lit a cigarette and steered the conversation back on track without hesitation: "While I do have masks and hats, why should I give them to you?"

Miwako Sato clicked her tongue: "Don't be like that, aren't we friends?"

"Stop trying to get close to me, get to the point."

Sato Miwako pouted sullenly, "Okay, okay, I know, how about I treat you to a meal?"

"make a deal."

Sano took out a mask and a hat and handed them to the two of them.

"...But let me tell you first, I'll decide what we eat."

Sato Miwako suddenly remembered Inspector Megure, who had been swindled out of most of his wallet by Sano a while ago, and immediately added details to the transaction.

Sano, who only intended to freeload a meal, naturally agreed without hesitation.

The three of them then went to a ramen shop. However, compared to Sano's slow and deliberate eating, Sato Miwako and her companion, who had been starving all night, wolfed down their food.

This attracted the attention of many customers, who were probably curious about where these starving ghosts came from these days.

...What happened to keeping a low profile?

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Sato Miwako finally remembered a suspicious point and asked, "Sano, since Takagi and the others haven't contacted you, how did you know that he and I were trapped there and couldn't move?"

"I do not know."

Sano, who had another cigarette after the meal, replied in this way.

"do not know?"

Sato Miwako was taken aback: "Then why were you there?"

The topic seemed to have returned to where it started, except that Sano had used a rhetorical question to steer the conversation away from there.

"It's simple. I wanted to visit an art museum, and the door happened to be unlocked, so I just went in."

Sano gave a casual, dismissive answer, as for whether Sato Miwako would believe him.

Believe it or not.

What can you do if you don't believe me?

...Of course, in reality, Sato Miwako believed it, because from her perspective, Sano had no need to lie; at most, he would just express his feelings.

What a coincidence! And Sano, all he ever thinks about is getting something for nothing.

First, he sneaked into the art museum without having to buy a ticket, and then he freeloaded a meal at my place.

He's a total freeloader.

Just as Sato Miwako was internally complaining, a faint loud noise suddenly rang out.

"boom!!!!"

Even the table in front of Sano shook.

"...It's a bomb!?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Sato Miwako's expression changed drastically. She didn't even care about Sano or the middle-aged man next to her, and got up to run outside.

Seeing this, Sano and the man had no choice but to follow.

So the three of them returned to the front of the art museum.

Unlike before, the art museum is now a ruin, with thick smoke still rising.

Most importantly, outside the "police cordon," there were a large number of police officers kneeling or standing, all with pained expressions, covering their faces and weeping, or even wailing.

"Officer Sato!!"

"Miwako, my Miwako!!!"

"Miwa, you died so tragically, waaaaah..."

"..."

Seeing the group of people dressed in various police uniforms howling as if in mourning, both Miwako Sato and Sano, who followed behind, broke out in a cold sweat.

What, what's going on?