Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Yes, the more you dye your hair, the faster it fades. Some people even find that after dyeing their hair once, it only lasts for two or three seconds before it goes back to its original color."

...This is truly fucking Ke Xue (a term referring to a type of erudition).

Sano hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back, but ultimately didn't comment on the topic. He took a deep breath and continued walking, as if the matter had passed, though he still harbored some lingering thoughts.

Making the blond guy wear a hood is definitely not an option; it looks too inappropriate.

How did a perfectly normal delinquent teenager end up looking like a ruthless bandit in stockings?

But since headgear works, let's extend that to hats, and then further.

For example, could you wear a wig?

This seems pretty good.

Although wearing a wig all the time... it might be very uncomfortable, and even have some impact on the scalp.

But this is already the best method.

Of course, besides that, another reason why Sano wanted to find a way to change the blonde hair color was because of groups like Ai Haibara, Tooru Amuro, and even Gin, who were also "born" with special hair colors.

The reason Sano wanted to change the blond guy's hair color was because the guy's situation and the things he had to do were rather special, and he couldn't be too high-profile or conspicuous.

Correspondingly, the same applies to Ai Haibara and the others.

Therefore, Sano was very curious as to why these guys never thought of changing their hair color.

Even without the disguise skills of Kaito Kuroba and Vermouth, concealing hair color, the most important characteristic, is a simple matter.

Unexpectedly, there was such absurd logic behind this.

I can't understand.

Can't understand.

"Boss, where are we going?"

Huang Mao followed Sano all the way, and finally couldn't help but ask a question.

Huang Mao didn't think his boss would be so bored as to come out in the middle of the night just to dye his hair.

As expected, Sano stopped and turned around, but his gaze was not directed at the blond-haired man.

The blond-haired man stopped, somewhat puzzled, and followed Sano's gaze. He was then shocked to discover that what he saw was...

Metropolitan Police Department.

To be precise, it was the Metropolitan Police Department that was completely blocked by a dense crowd of people.

This is... this is going to cause trouble.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of the blond-haired man, ten minutes were rewound.

After dropping Sano and the others off at home, Sato Miwako immediately returned to the Metropolitan Police Department to finish her unfinished work. Since it was late, she bought a bento box at a convenience store to have as a late-night snack.

As the car approached the Metropolitan Police Department, Miwako Sato's thoughts unconsciously returned to Sano's well-intentioned "reminder"... about the pet owner.

Is it really going to be a Black Death?

Should I report this to my superiors so that if something really goes wrong, I won't be caught off guard and in a panic?

With this in mind, Miwako Sato parked her car and arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department gate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they turned the corner, they found that the road disappeared.

All that could be seen were massive crowds forming a wall, and people dressed in matching black special forces uniforms.

Hey?

The bento box in my hand fell to the ground with a thud, scattering into pieces.

Now it should be confirmed that the dog was probably raised by Blackie.

Miwako Sato was covered in cold sweat, and only one thought was on her mind.

Worse!

Meanwhile, Inspector Megure, whose date was interrupted by a phone call, rushed over and was working hard with his colleagues to control the situation.

In fact, there was nothing to control, or rather, nothing that could be controlled, because ever since this group of Black Reaper members who were blocking the door suddenly appeared, they hadn't done anything, not even made a sound of conversation.

I just stood there quietly.

They neither caused trouble nor withdrew.

It was as if it were to assert sovereignty, or to warn someone of something.

Inspector Megure was sweating profusely after failing to get a single response from the Black Reaper members, even though they hadn't done anything wrong and, in principle, the police shouldn't interfere or feel any pressure.

But first we need to figure out where these guys are blocking.

Metropolitan Police Department!

And it's the main gate!

Putting aside the possibility that being blocked here might cause any problems, the fact that the main entrance is blocked is tantamount to defecating on the heads of the Japanese police.

However, Inspector Megure dared not make any rash moves.

Otherwise, if a conflict were to actually break out, with the limited number of people in the Metropolitan Police Department, unless they directly pull out large-scale weapons, it would be a miracle if they could win.

Just as Inspector Megure was racking his brains and overwhelmed with worries, Yoshiji Saburo Fuji finally arrived late, his phone vibrating in his pocket.

I took it out and saw it was a text message.

"Don't you dare touch those black-blooded dogs!!!"

Upon seeing the text message, Fujiyoshi Saburo's lips twitched, and his facial features instantly became ferocious and distorted. He was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.

"You son of a bitch, you're just being a Monday morning quarterback!"

Fujiyoshi Saburo knew very well why the Black Reaper would do such a thing.

Because earlier, Black Death had already arranged for someone to contact Fujiyoshi Saburo and made a request: to release the man-eating stray dog ​​that had been caught today, and to release it legitimately and openly.

Instead of secretly releasing them, or doing something like switching the baby with a cat.

While giving Fujiyoshi Saburo a slight headache, he still brought up the matter with his superiors.

The result was, naturally, a flat rejection.

Even in the Black Death, he personally sent a text message to Fujiyoshi Saburo using his own number.

This is a threat that means, "Since that's the case, I'll just have to figure it out myself."

This made Fujiyoshi Saburo, who was instantly on edge, immediately call his superiors.

Despite trying everything—good or bad—I still got a rejection. They even declared, "They're just a bunch of delinquents. I can't be bothered with them. They really think they're something special. Let them do what they want."

In his anxiety and unease, Fujiyoshi Saburo received the news that the Metropolitan Police Department's main gate was blocked.

And then I received an order from my superior that was clearly meant to shift the blame... If you'd known it would be like this, wouldn't it have been much more straightforward to just agree from the start?

Now they're panicking?

After mentally cursing his superiors to the bone, Fujiyoshi Saburo calmed down a little.

If you think about it carefully, even if the Black Reaper blocked the entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department, making his superiors angry or even panicked, he shouldn't have lost his composure like this, right?

It felt like the Grim Reaper wasn't blocking the Metropolitan Police Department's entrance, but rather...

suddenly.

Fujiyoshi Saburo recalled the scene during the last negotiation, when the three of them almost had their underwear pulled down.

Could it be that……

"Ha, that's really interesting!"

Fujiyoshi Saburo couldn't help but grin, pleased with his own idea.

Beneath the guise of the Black Reaper lies the All-Knowing Agency, which also conceals the Armed Detective Agency. And beneath the legitimate facade of the Armed Detective Agency, something even deeper remains.

This group, known as the "Odd Jobs Shop" by insiders, is ruthless and cunning, with unparalleled intelligence gathering skills and connections everywhere. They have become quite famous in the industry recently.

If Black Death really gets serious and plans to get rid of his superior.

Fujiyoshi Saburo didn't think it would be too difficult.

Should we proceed from both ends simultaneously?

It truly lives up to its reputation as the Black Death.

Amidst his reflections, Fujiyoshi Saburo also had an idea.

I might as well take a shortcut, outwardly comply but inwardly defy, pretending not to have received the order, so that Black Death can kill that bastard and I can take his place.

After grumbling to himself, Fujiyoshi Saburo finally took out his phone and called the Black Death for a brief "negotiation" to confirm the attitudes of both sides. Then he took the phone to talk to the Black Death members who were blocking the door and successfully dispersed the group.

"Boss, what's going on here?"

Across the street, Huang Mao waited until Sano hung up the phone before immediately asking, "From what I'm hearing, has someone been arrested by the authorities?"

"Ah."

Sano put his phone away and watched the Black Reaper members leave through the Metropolitan Police Department's main gate.

He reached out and flagged down a taxi.

"But it seems like no one in the team has had any problems. Could it be that it wasn't someone in the team, just a regular member, or one of your other friends, boss?"

"It's my dog."

"……dog??"

Huang Mao stood outside the car for a while, until Sano impatiently said, "If you're not getting in, close the door for me," before he snapped out of his daze and hurriedly got in.

After the car started moving, the blond-haired man blinked and asked another question.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?"

"negotiation."

"negotiation?"

The blond-haired man was taken aback again, then asked in surprise, "What? They didn't agree to the request just now?"

"No, that's agreed. What we need to save now is all the dogs in Tokyo."