Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Then, somehow...

He became lazy and listless, like a salted fish.

It wasn't until later that I returned to the good habit of doing one task every day, except in special circumstances.

But Gin was still not satisfied.

After all, as the old saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.

If Gin hadn't witnessed Sano's hard work during that period, he wouldn't be so unable to tolerate it now. This situation isn't really considered a slacking-off state.

Gin wants to save Sano.

Let's get this kid back on track and make him inherit his title as a model worker!

However, just as Gin was full of fighting spirit, Sano threw two more documents back at him, saying, "I have some things to take care of tomorrow, so I need to go home and sleep early tonight. I'll just do one."

Looking at the two documents that had been thrown back at him, Gin couldn't help but slowly type out a question mark.

"what's up?"

What is so important that even the organization's tasks have to be postponed?

With this kind of mentality, when will they ever be able to inherit the title of model worker?

"I'm going to a charity sale at the kindergarten."

Sano had no intention of hiding anything and answered in this way, which made Gin ask another question.

kindergarten?

Charity sale?

What do these two words have to do with Sano?

Even if it exists, how important is the ability to organize tasks?

Before Gin could express his dissatisfaction with Sano's words and actions, or even criticize, stop, or correct them, he launched into a verbal lecture from his superior and senior.

A strangely familiar voice suddenly reached Gin's ears.

"Gah!"

A black crow swooped down and landed right on Sano's shoulder as he got out of the car.

Big Black turned its head, staring at Gin, tilted its neck, and let out another croak.

It was as if they were greeting Gin, saying "long time no see," which was inexplicably creepy.

"Well then, I'll be going now."

Sano made a quick getaway, leaving Gin inside the car and Vodka outside in a daze.

"Big brother, that crow..."

Gin glanced at the head Vodka had poked in, but didn't say anything.

Generally speaking, in this scenario, Gin should remark that Sano really loves crows, perhaps influenced by what happened with Alica, as he even went so far as to get another crow to keep as a pet.

But when Gin thought of Alica's crow and the crow he had just seen, only one thought remained in his mind... Did Sano actually bring Alica's crow back to Japan?

When the hell did this happen?

While Gin was feeling surprised and confused, Sano, who was on a mission, received a mission with very unusual content.

[Please register as an assassin within the mission time limit. Completion will earn you 100 enhancement points. Mission time remaining: 71:59:59].

Register as a killer?

Sano stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing.

Assassin is a title, and in most people's eyes, it is also a profession or a group. However, Sano is no longer a fledgling.

However, they knew some of the inside information.

In fact, assassins in the world can be divided into three types.

The first, and most common, possibility is that Sano is currently known as Rye.

Such assassins are also known as organized killers.

They are usually supported by a certain organization or force, serving them exclusively, and their existence is determined by that organization or force. They are like "domesticated dogs," and depending on the circumstances, they have many other alternative names, such as suicide soldiers.

However, most assassins are trained from a young age, with particular attention paid to their mental fortitude. Moreover, the term "assassin" sounds a bit... cringeworthy. Sano prefers terms like "cleaner" or "executioner."

The latter has a simpler meaning in China.

The second type is the group that "claims" to be killers.

They may be an individual, a team of several individuals, or a gang, or of course, a large organization composed of countless people. They call themselves assassins and do things for money.

It mainly relies on its reputation.

At that final stage, it can also be called an assassin organization.

If it's a particularly powerful assassin organization, they might also train their own "death squads".

...Sano's Armed Detective Agency, in a sense, could also be considered an assassin organization, only it wasn't so openly proclaimed.

Finally, there is the third type.

Professional assassin.

For them, being a killer is a profession.

It's unclear which faction initially facilitated the establishment of a relatively fair and massive platform, giving countless weak, unskilled individuals, or rather, novices, the opportunity to receive commissions. This also led to the rise of many highly skilled second-rate assassins who made their living through their reputations.

They also grew up from this stage.

Of course, there are also many second-type assassins who rely on the reputation they earned as organized killers.

For example, Sano could announce his withdrawal from the organization now and accept assassin commissions or something.

Of course, even professional assassins are not without their own teams and gangs.

……all in all.

Since the word "register" was used, it must be something like a professional killer.

The problem is...

Sano doesn't know how to register for this thing.

Sano, the assassin from Tokyo, or rather, Japan, had been in contact with them before.

The first type goes without saying; Sano and Gin are examples of this.

Sano, an assassin from another organization, had also killed many people, but the second and third types...

...In Sano's memory, it seems that only that five-star assassin exists?

Where should I ask for information?

The channels through the organization are definitely not feasible.

If Gin finds out that Sano, in addition to being an organization assassin, is also attempting to register as a professional assassin, he will most likely be directly judged as such.

Mutiny.

But Sano doesn't think that searching aimlessly is the best approach. He believes that finding something so extraordinary requires a specific focus.

It would be best to just hire a professional hitman.

Should we go to the prison and ask that five-star assassin?

Ok?

Sano had a sudden thought and took out his phone to call Ito Taka.

"Hey, Mr. Rye, what can I do for you?"

Do you have any friends who are hitmen?

"……what?"

……

The next day arrived.

Sano, carrying that amazing work, arrived at Futaba Kindergarten.

The little girl was already waiting at the door early on, and she immediately came to greet Sano when she saw him.

Good morning, Uncle!

"it is good."

Sano glanced around the kindergarten, which already had quite a few "guests," and said, "Let's go in."

"Yes, you can choose any spot you like."

Sano wasn't bothered and simply found a nearby empty "stall".

"Oh my, you are... Hana's father? You look so young, how old are you?"

Several women who were gossiping together looked over in surprise when they saw the young girl leading the way and Sano following behind her.

Sano glanced at the group.

After all, she's just a mother of a kindergarten child; whether she's pretty or not is another matter.

They can all be considered young, and they're all human... cough cough.

Sano, who almost introduced himself as Cao, shook his head: "I'm not her father. Her mother is busy with work and doesn't have time to come, so I'm filling in for her."

"Ah, I see..."

A group of people... The aunt nodded in realization.

Sano glanced at the little kids playing in groups in the kindergarten, then turned to the little girl still standing to the side and said, "Alright, this is none of your business. Go play with your classmates."

The little girl shook her head.

No, I'll stay here with you.

Sano raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more. He simply took the gloves out of his pocket and placed them on the "stall"... which was actually just the table.

The ugly gloves instantly drew the attention of the aunties, who had almost shifted their focus away from Sano, back to the same spot.