Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Besides the gloves, the bandage on Sano's finger also drew attention.

...It seems they really worked hard.

Many of the older women also subconsciously touched the bandages on their hands.

Clearly, there are quite a few people similar to Sano.

"Ha, your gloves...they're quite unique!"

Seemingly to ease the awkwardness, an older woman said with a forced laugh.

"Wow--"

Before Sano could respond, he saw the little girl clinging to the table with her hands, her feet dangling in the air, her eyes shining with an unusual light as she shouted.

"Uncle, you actually made it! I thought you couldn't make it. You even tried to make it yourself, but it was too difficult, you just couldn't..."

"That's really amazing!!"

Faced with the little girl's exclamation and praise, Sano, who had originally planned to take out the item and perhaps comfort her first, unconsciously paused slightly.

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Is this a genuine lack of standards, or just self-comfort?

Oh well, it's all irrelevant anyway.

Sano accepted the price tag and pen handed to him by the kindergarten teacher he had met that day.

"Setting a suitable price might make it easier to sell."

The aunt who had previously tried to ease the tension hesitated before offering a reminder.

...It's already embarrassing enough, but if it doesn't sell later...

That would be even more awkward.

Sano calmly nodded in response, then with a flourish of his pen, placed the price tag down.

The older women peeked out cautiously.

Fifty thousand yen.

How the hell did they dare to do that?!

The older women stared wide-eyed, never expecting that Sano would set such a high price for such a pair of gloves... Well, actually, a pair of gloves costing tens of thousands is indeed not cheap.

But it's not worth the high price.

The prices of designer brands are just that terrifying.

But that other brand is a designer brand, while Sano's is just hand-knitted, and it's not even that well-knitted... somewhat unsatisfactory.

At that price, there's no way it'll sell!

Just as the older woman was hesitating whether to subtly remind her again, Sano suddenly kicked the little girl's bottom: "Where's the toilet here?"

"I'll take you there!"

The little girl immediately jumped down and, with her short little legs, led Sano to the toilet.

...Sano was well aware that if the price was set too high, it would be difficult to sell.

But some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface.

The charity sale is just a formality; the real purpose is to raise funds for public welfare.

This is not much different from the donations Sano received at his school in his previous life.

Although it is said that whether to donate or not is entirely up to one's will, and how much to donate depends entirely on one's heart.

But what if you really don't donate, or even just donate too little?

Parents are one thing, but children can easily lose their heads.

To put it even more bluntly... in short.

Sano didn't want the little girl to repeat his tragic experience.

Anyway, even if you price those tattered gloves at tens of dollars, it's unlikely anyone will buy them, right?

"Don't wait for me, I'm going to the big one."

Sano waved his hand and went into the restroom. The little girl scratched her head and went back to the stall, eagerly waiting for customers to arrive so she could sell the gloves.

And that's when Sano went to the toilet.

At the entrance of Futaba Kindergarten, four figures, two adults and two children, were stacked on top of each other.

"...It seems like he went to the restroom."

Sonoko Suzuki squinted her eyes: "This is a golden opportunity! Let's hurry up and buy that junk!"

Ran Mouri: "...Sonoko, how could you say that's junk?"

Sonoko Suzuki blinked and laughed, "Sorry, I spoke too quickly."

Conan below has a dead fish-like gaze.

"I never expected that guy would go to such lengths for a little kindergarten girl. I thought he would just fool me."

Ai Haibara sighed aloud.

"Yes."

Conan agreed, "In the past, he would try to fool people if he could, and ignore them if he couldn't. Has he changed? Has he started to like children? Or is that little girl special to him?"

...To be honest, Sano's reluctance to buy the work could be considered a reasonable excuse, but his insistence on doing it himself was something Conan couldn't understand; it was completely out of character for him.

"Anyway, I don't think the two of us are special."

Ai Haibara's words caused Conan to once again show his deadpan expression.

"You're talking as if we're real children."

"What real child?"

After laughing it off, Sonoko Suzuki looked down in confusion, and Conan quickly brushed it off.

"Alright, let's hurry inside, or Sano-nii will be back soon!"

"That's true."

The group of four immediately entered the kindergarten, heading straight for the stall where Sano's gloves were located.

But just as Conan arrived at the stall, he suddenly bumped into a figure.

To be precise, Conan bumped into someone's leg.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Conan subconsciously apologized and looked up at the other person.

However, Conan's expression changed instantly after seeing the other person's face clearly.

because……

Conan couldn't even see the other person's face clearly!

At that moment, the first thing that came to Conan's mind was the image of rye.

The nickname immediately followed.

No-Face!

Generally speaking, the faceless man is obviously referring to Rye, the bomb-wielding maniac.

But for Conan, it's not like that.

Because Conan remembers that there are clearly two No-Face!

The guy who had crossed paths with Conan, also wearing a black baseball cap, and whose hair color and mannerisms made him absolutely impossible to be the same person as Rye, called himself—

"...Bourbon."

Chapter 402, 401, Takagi Wataru: I understand... what a joke.

Upon hearing Conan's instinctive murmur, Ai Haibara froze, turned around abruptly, and looked up to follow his gaze.

Then, just like Conan, he turned into a stone statue.

...Sano never expected to run into Conan and the others here.

But in just a second, Sano roughly realized what was going on.

Sano originally planned to switch identities and buy his own gloves.

This can be considered "sold," right?

Unexpectedly, Conan told Ran and the others about it.

What he didn't expect was that these people seemed to have the same idea as him.

Perhaps considering Sano's feelings, they even deliberately chose a time when he was not around to make their move, probably intending to finish the job quickly and do good deeds anonymously.

To be honest, Sano himself wasn't really sure whether he could exploit this bug by switching accounts and buying and selling on his own.

If that doesn't work, Sano is planning to call in outside help.

Although they are not Conan's side's outside help.

But since we've already crashed, we might as well just get on this car that has a higher success rate.

Besides... 50,000 yuan is still money.

Anyway, Sonoko Suzuki, being a rich second-generation, will "reimburse" everything.

Sano was naturally happy to save some money; after all, it's all the same who does the charity work.

Sano should be thinking about whether or not to greet Conan.

To avoid being noticed, Sano not only changed his disguise but also wore a passerby hat, intending to complete the "transaction" quietly. However, after the "car crash," the effect of being low-profile had disappeared... Wait a minute, even if the effect of being low-profile disappeared, there's still the passerby face, isn't there?

Why is Conan staring at me so intently when I haven't even seen my face?

Wait a moment.