Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

This is yet another unlucky guy who got caught by Sano.

only……

"Neighbor?"

Unlike Ito Taka and Hattori Heiji, Conan, who was well aware of the blond-haired man's status, expressed doubt about the "relationship" the other party had just mentioned.

Unfortunately, Sano ignored Conan.

With a master teammate like Huang Mao, these few noobs can naturally be discarded.

Sano waved his hand and dismissed the three of them.

Then I began my formal studies and work.

Unfortunately... it wasn't until dark that Sano and the blond guy had to go inside and turn on the lights.

Progress has been incredibly slow.

...To be honest, Huang Mao had anticipated Sano's "skills".

Because there's quite a bit of waste material at the stairwell.

It was precisely because of that shocking mess that Huang Mao lied, saying he wasn't good at it. Otherwise, let alone the fact that this person was friends with his boss, just the fact that they were neighbors would have been enough for him to help.

But as it turned out, Huang Mao underestimated the difficulty of this matter.

"Grass!"

After being pricked on the finger again, Sano hissed and withdrew his hand. He skillfully sucked on the red dot on his finger twice to remove it, then continued threading the needle. He patiently completed the final step, and then let out a long breath with shining eyes, as if he had expelled all the frustration in his heart.

"Finally, it's done!"

Seeing Sano's relieved expression, the blond-haired man remained silent, only glancing down at the gloves on the table before slowly tapping a few dots on the screen.

...Are you fucking sure this thing can be considered a glove?

Even a dog might not want it, right?

After hesitating for a few seconds, the blond-haired man finally spoke.

"Big brother, is this all you've done?"

Sano was taken aback: "Otherwise what?"

...It seems like the two sides are not on the same wavelength at all.

The blond guy rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. On his end, the progress bar had only increased by a tiny bit, about one percent, but on Sano's end, the progress bar had already been fully loaded, making him think it was over.

After hesitating for a few more seconds, the blond-haired man reminded him, "Brother, if I remember correctly, you said before that these gloves were to be sold at a charity auction, and that they absolutely had to be sold, right?"

"Hmm."

"So what kind of idiot do you think would buy a pair of gloves that look like a rag?"

Sano: "..."

Although Sano also felt that what Huang Mao said made some sense, he said it was a rag.

Isn't that a bit too much?

It's the result of my hard work, after all.

At least you can slip this over your hand, right? Can you slip a rag over your hand?

After clicking his tongue in slight annoyance, Sano casually gave the blond-haired guy a couple of perfunctory replies.

They planned to gloss over it.

Seeing this, the blond-haired man made another suggestion.

"If all else fails, then we'll knit a scarf."

"Knitting a scarf?"

Before Sano could ask any questions, the blond-haired man nodded and said, "Yeah, knitting a scarf is much simpler than knitting gloves. It's the most basic and most basic thing. With your current skill level, you might be able to knit something that looks decent."

...Now that you mention it, Sano did seem to have seen quite a few little girls secretly knitting scarves during class when he was in junior high and high school in his previous life.

Although Sano never received it.

"That little girl didn't seem to tell you that you had to knit gloves, did she?"

Huang Mao's words were like a wake-up call. Sano, who had finally managed to climb over the high wall, was suddenly told that the gate next to him was actually not closed. To be honest.

My mood didn't improve.

It actually made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Facing Sano's questioning, the blond-haired man blinked innocently.

"I just thought of that too. Let's hurry up and get it done before I go to bed tonight."

You big dummy, I'll take care of you.

Sano rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the blond guy's urging.

all will be good.

As long as they can be recognized as gloves, that's fine.

As for whether it will sell or not, we'll have to wait and see.

In the days that followed, at least until Sano died, he didn't want to touch needles and thread again.

Huang Mao originally wanted to say a few more words of advice, but then he thought about it again.

This has nothing to do with me, so why bother?

Wouldn't it be better to retreat as soon as possible?

So Huang Mao went along with it and became a tool that could be used and discarded at will, and went home to sleep.

After chasing away the blond-haired guy, Sano quickly went out.

Sano wanted to finish knitting gloves as soon as possible, partly because he had run out of patience, but mainly because... well, the former was the main reason.

Incidentally, Sano received a new mission.

It's probably that the duo of plague gods has killed one or more people again.

[Please help Inspector Megure find the truth within the mission time limit. Completion will earn you 100 enhancement points. Mission time remaining: 02:59:59]

Knew it.

Sano went to a secluded spot and changed his disguise.

Logically speaking, Sano should contact Conan or Inspector Megure in his true form at this point so that he can find the location of the mission, intervene in a reasonable way, and at the same time take the opportunity to understand the situation and help solve the case.

But that was yesterday's situation.

Today is different.

Sano's heart skipped a beat: "Daikoku, report your location, reply received."

……

A high-end apartment.

Inspector Megure was leading his team upstairs.

Upon seeing Conan, Jodie, and Heiji Hattori standing in front of the deceased's house, all looking thoughtful, Inspector Megure first glanced at the door.

It's closed.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Inspector Megure smiled and said, "Looks like you guys learned your lesson this time. You went into the scene to check things out before the police arrived."

Before Conan could speak, a voice came from behind Inspector Megure.

"Ha, you actually think that detectives would choose to be law-abiding, especially not like these self-important high school detectives."

Inspector Megure was taken aback and turned around to see a man in a suit with a cigarette in his mouth walking towards him.

"You are……"

"Uncle Kurosawa!"

Conan's eyes immediately lit up: "What brings you here?"

"Kurosawa?"

Upon hearing Conan's greeting, Jodie, Heiji Hattori, and Inspector Megure all showed different expressions.

"You are... Kurosawa?"

The least hesitant Inspector Megure chose to speak directly: "I know you. Your name has been mentioned in the reports of several cases."

Actually, there's one more thing Inspector Megure didn't mention.

That was mentioned in the last, most recent case report record.

Kurosawa appears to be wearing a black mask.

However, it was only a suspicion. Furthermore, after that case, Conan subtly reminded the police that Black Mask's identity had been exposed.

This could have negative consequences.

Considering Black Mask's past "achievements," Inspector Megure was naturally happy to lend a hand.

therefore.

Despite his great curiosity, Inspector Megure suppressed it for the time being.

"So, you're here because of this case?"

Inspector Megure asked tentatively.

"Ah."

Sano nodded in agreement: "A client has asked me to solve this case."

"Who?"

Conan, Heiji Hattori, and Inspector Megure asked almost simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, this is a matter of customer privacy."