Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"No, what's going on?"

Heiji Hattori wasn't as frivolous as Taka Ito.

Sano didn't hide anything and gave a general account of what had happened.

"So, Master, you interrupted my game just to knit a glove??"

Ito Taka was still startled: "Isn't this a bit too much?"

"You have a problem with that?"

Sano glanced at it, and Ito Taka immediately fell silent.

After all, that's where the weakness lies. How come I never realized before that my master was so powerful and could even threaten people?

...To be honest, after spending time together, Ito Taka believed that he had a fairly deep understanding of Sano's personality and style.

Confident, cautious, and composed.

Ito Taka didn't think that the "handle" Sano mentioned was an exaggeration and intimidation made with only a little bit of information, because if it backfired, the embarrassment would be too great. Since he had already brought it out to use.

That only proves that Sano has already grasped enough of the situation.

Ito Taka was very curious about how Sano had grasped the situation, and also curious why, if Sano clearly had the situation under control, he didn't use himself to "boost performance."

Although Ito Taka never really thought of Sano as a great person.

But at this level, isn't he already close to being a "bad guy"?

What intrigued Ito Taka even more was that Sano was so blatantly "revealing his hand"—wasn't he afraid of being silenced, or did he have absolute confidence that things couldn't possibly escalate to that point?

Or perhaps, even if it develops to that extent, it's still a minor matter?

Ito Taka secretly curled the corners of his mouth, but just then, Sano spoke up again: "In short, I urgently need to knit a pair of gloves, and you guys need to help me."

Chapter 399, Chapter 398: Yellow Hair: I wouldn't even take it for a dog.

"……ha!?"

This caused the three people, who had just realized something and seemed to be deep in thought, to stare wide-eyed at the same time.

"Are you kidding me? We wouldn't know how to make one of those!?"

"They can't possibly be worse than me. I don't believe that even three cobblers can't produce a Zhuge Liang. There's bound to be one who can do it."

Before the three could speak again, Sano turned his gaze and made eye contact with each of them.

His eyes were filled with only two words.

"threaten".

"...I'm not saying this to be mean, but having men do this kind of thing is a wrong direction to begin with."

Conan, undeterred, continued to argue, "For example, Ran is very good at this. Wouldn't it be much better to just ask her directly than to ask us?"

"Because this kind of thing is troublesome, it's not a small matter."

Conan waited two seconds, but didn't get any further updates. He then widened his eyes in disbelief: "So, because it's troublesome, you're too embarrassed to bother her? How come you're so comfortable bothering us?!"

"Because I'm not troubling you."

Sano calmly lit a cigarette: "It's a deal. As for Ran Mouri, I have no dirt on her."

Three people: "..."

You said it, you said it out loud?

He actually said it out loud?

What was originally a tacit "threat" hidden beneath the surface was now brought into the open by Sano with the word "handle".

This left the three speechless and utterly helpless.

...Who told him that he really had something on Sano, and that all three of them had something on him.

The two plague-ridden individuals and Ito Taka exchanged a glance.

A feeling of shared suffering arises spontaneously.

This instantly shortened the distance between the three of them.

Then, the three of them started working... no, it should be said that there were four of them.

Because Sano also has to continue.

Sano hadn't forgotten that the mission required him to "personally" weave the necessary items.

Therefore, Sano asked the three men for help not so that they could knit gloves for him to use, but rather so that they could "teach" him how to knit gloves.

This should have been a relief for the three of them.

Since you don't need to do it yourself, it will probably be much easier.

But who knew that Sano's "teaching" would involve the three of them weaving, while he watched from the sidelines, trying his best to "replicate" their every step through careful observation.

However, this is not the most devastating thing.

What's most frustrating is that Sano is like someone with disabilities in both hands; he simply can't "learn" it. Even though Ito Taka has already made a pair of barely presentable gloves, Sano's hands are still a tangled mess of thread.

"At this rate, we can't keep going until dawn!"

Seeing that the sun was almost setting in the west, Hattori Heiji finally panicked.

"Big brother, Conan and I have other things to do. Can you just let us go? He's already done it, so why don't you let him teach us? There's no point in us two good-for-nothings staying here."

Faced with Hattori Heiji's finger, Ito Taka also became anxious.

It's one thing to want to run away, but to actually try to leave me alone to suffer?

"No, Master, what I did just happened by chance. Why don't we let them stay as well? Who knows, we might get some unexpected benefits?"

Hearing that Ito Taka not only failed to defend him and find a way to extricate himself, but instead tried to drag the two of them down with him, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but glare at him.

What benefit do you gain from harming others without benefiting yourself?

A smile crept across Ito Taka's face in response to Hattori Heiji's barrage of glances.

If we're going to die, we'll die together!

Nobody's getting away!

After this ordeal, the relationship between the two sides, which had grown somewhat closer due to their shared misfortune, was instantly shattered.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming tense, another figure appeared.

The situation has changed.

"What are you all doing blocking this place?"

Conan turned around and saw the blond guy in his special attack uniform; his eyes immediately widened in surprise.

Isn't this the Black Reaper's second-in-command? How come he's here?

Could it be that they came looking for Sano?

That was truly a golden opportunity!

The issue between Sano and Kokushi last time... well, it was brushed off rather unpleasantly.

This time, they actually came to us on their own.

Conan instantly lost any desire to "escape." On the contrary, he had to stay. Even if Sano kicked him out, he was determined not to abandon his friend!

Just as Conan was thinking about how to guide the situation later...

Surprisingly, Sano did not show any "resistance" to the appearance of the blond-haired man. On the contrary, his eyes lit up and he waved to him.

The blond-haired man tilted his head, somewhat puzzled, but still leaned closer.

"What's up?"

“Teach me how to knit gloves.”

"what?"

The blond-haired man's gaze shifted to the balls of yarn on the ground. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly typed a row of dots: "...I don't know how to do this either."

will not?

Sano raised an eyebrow and grabbed the blond-haired man by the neck.

"That can't be right. Blackie said the clothes you made for Little Black were really nice, and that he'd give you a really, really good reward later."

Huang Mao was initially somewhat displeased when Sano suddenly grabbed him by the neck.

But after hearing this, I only felt my hands and feet turn cold.

Damn it... when did the boss find out about this?

Huang Mao was certain that his memory was correct; his boss hadn't asked him about the little black clothes, and besides him, no one else had.

Only the mistress knew.

Informer, traitor!

Huang Mao was a little annoyed, but what annoyed him even more was that he had worked so hard to make such a nice outfit for the boss's dog, and not only did the boss not praise him, but he also didn't even say a word of praise.

Why are you still angry?

Originally, Huang Mao was quite looking forward to seeing his boss show some surprise or even delight after seeing the clothes on his dog, and then Huang Mao himself would say a few words of modesty out of embarrassment... but this is what happened?

...Although Sano did just say there would be a "reward".

But Huang Mao wasn't stupid after all; those three "okay"s were like a sentencing declaration.

How could I not understand what was going on?

After regaining his composure, the blond-haired man pushed Sano's arm away, straightened up, took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and put on a fawning smile.

"Of course, no problem, my good neighbor. I'll teach you however you want. Besides fighting, my best skills are sewing and mending!"

You can rest assured that you can leave it to me!

Looking at the scene and development that seemed strangely familiar, Conan and the other two didn't hear Sano's whisper in the blond-haired man's ear.

But we can probably still find out.