Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Hello."

Chapter 409, Gin: I don't eat junk food.

Sano first greeted Amuro Tooru, and before the other could respond, he pointed to the peripheral member next to him and asked, "May I have him?"

"……what?"

After a brief moment of surprise, a big question mark appeared on the faces of Amuro Tooru and the others.

"I've taken on a job to remove his head, so could you please hand him over to me?"

Sano repeated himself and explained the reason in more detail.

The politeness and honesty in his words caused Amuro and the others to momentarily lose their minds.

This guy... is he out of his mind?!

What's the difference between saying that and asking someone, "Hi, I want to kill you, can I?"?

...To be honest, Amuro Tooru's first impression of the person in front of him was that he was very "refined".

But if you think about it carefully, such a person is similar to someone who leisurely reads books on the battlefield. It is a kind of calmness that is in control of everything, and also a kind of absolute confidence in one's own strength, or you could say arrogance.

The two subsequent waves further confirmed, either directly or indirectly, the ferocity and power of this foreign man.

Judging from what he just said, he must be an assassin?

Both their abilities and their identities make them exceptionally dangerous.

Despite such a dangerous situation, he spoke very... kindly.

He greeted Amuro Tooru first, and then asked if he could hand over the person.

This is simply shattering Amuro Tooru's worldview.

...This killer is clearly extremely ruthless, yet he is unusually polite?

After a slight twitch of his lips, Amuro Tooru forced a calm expression and asked, "You are... an assassin?"

"Yes."

"...Someone hired you to kill him?"

"Yes."

"...Is the only requirement of the commission that he dies, with no other demands?"

"Ah."

The two exchanged a few words as if they were having a casual chat.

Having roughly grasped the situation, Amuro Tooru remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "What would you do if I said I didn't want to hand him over, and even wanted to protect him?"

"I'll kill you."

Sano's answer was simple and straightforward: "Anyone who tries to stop me from completing my mission is an enemy."

...What a strange guy.

Amuro Tooru took a deep breath: "How about this, how much did that person pay you? I'll give you double, and let him live. We'll pretend we never took this job, okay?"

Sano shook his head and refused: "I've already accepted this task, so I have to complete it. It has nothing to do with money; it's just a matter of professional ethics."

...What the hell is this about professional ethics?

Amuro Tooru looked at Sano, whose eyes remained expressionless, and after confirming that he could not change Sano's mind, he nodded: "Alright, I understand. This is his personal matter. You two can resolve it yourselves."

"Varied……"

Before the outer member could react, a large hand was already pressed against his throat.

He was thrown into the air and slammed onto the back of the small truck, his hand twisted forcefully.

The man then tilted his head to the side and became still.

After letting go, Sano took a picture of the outer members who were lying dead on the ground with their eyes wide open.

Amuro Tooru, who was observing Sano's actions, asked again, "May I find out who wants to kill him and why?"

"First, I don't know; second, even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you."

Sano put his phone away and looked at Amuro Tooru: "Not paying attention to or revealing clients' privacy is also a professional quality that an assassin should have."

"Of course, you can also choose to hire me to find that person, or even kill him. To thank you for your cooperation, I can give you a 10% discount."

"Yeah."

Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "You take on any kind of request?"

"As long as the money is right, you can turn the entire city of Tokyo into a ghost town if you want."

Sano responded calmly: "Of course, I never take on private commissions. If you need one, just go to the platform and specify the target audience."

"platform?"

Amuro Tooru was taken aback again, and asked in surprise, "Are you a professional assassin?"

"Ah."

Sano stopped talking nonsense, nodded in confirmation, and was about to leave when Amuro Tooru quickly asked one last question: "So what's your codename?"

Sano, who had already walked several meters away, paused, turned around, and gave his answer.

"Black Cat".

……

At night, in a Porsche 356A with both doors wide open, Sano and Vodka each occupied one side.

As for Gin, he went into the base and I don't know what he was doing.

They didn't let Sano and the other two come with them, so they waited outside.

Sano picked at his fingers boredly. Vodka next to him wanted to start a conversation, but he wasn't sure how to do it. As the saying goes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

It's better to just stay quiet.

Vodka would have been fine if he hadn't looked at Sano, but the moment he did, things changed.

Sano wanted to find a topic to talk about, and when the topic came up, he remembered that incident.

"Brother Jia".

Sano reached out and placed his hand on Vodka's stiff neck, which was as hard as stone: "I heard from Gin-sama that you already knew about... the first generation of Rye?"

A first-generation rye?

Vodka paused for a moment before realizing that Sano was referring to his father.

...Do these two have a bad relationship? Why do they address each other so unfamiliarly?

After licking his lips, Vodka chuckled dryly, "Because my brother said it's your private matter, and we should avoid mentioning it if possible, so..."

"Can I take it that you're trying to use Gin-sama to intimidate me, Ga?"

As he spoke, Sano's hand changed from a pat to a clench.

... Saying "shake" is actually quite polite. From the perspective of vodka, it might be more appropriate to call it "pinch" or even "squeeze".

At this moment, vodka is like having its fate choked by the back of its neck.

They dared not move an inch.

"Brother Jia, you're making me really sad. I consider you my closest colleague in the whole organization, but you've been hiding things from me, and now you're even using Lord Gin to pressure me. I'm really heartbroken."

Vodka broke out in a cold sweat as Sano whispered close to his face.

"How about eating some chocolate? Maybe it'll cheer you up?"

Vodka nervously suggested.

"……chocolate?"

Sano raised his eyebrows, somewhat bewildered.

I never expected vodka to change the subject like that, and...

"Where did this chocolate come from...? Could it be from the ones I gave you before that you haven't finished eating? They must be spoiled and inedible by now. Are you still keeping them?"

Vodka quickly shook his head and waved his hands, explaining, "No, the chocolates you gave me before have already been... eaten by my boss and me. I just bought these a couple of days ago, and I also bought some for you. I only just remembered now."

"Yeah."

Sano smacked his lips. He was indeed getting tired of the lollipops in his pocket, and it seemed nice to change things up.

"Let me see."

Sano offered a way out, and Vodka immediately pulled out a bag of chocolates from under the back seat.

Judging from the packaging, it seems quite expensive.

If Vodka wasn't lying, he bought this a few days ago to give to Sano.

That makes Sano's behavior just now seem a bit petty.

But it doesn't matter, since Sano can't really be considered an adult anyway.

So what if I'm petty?

After tearing open the packaging, Sano popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth and shared one with Vodka as well.

Yes, giving away things that others gave you.

This is what Sano is best at.

And so, the topic that Sano had originally raised was put to rest.

The two chatted casually about any topic, each eating chocolate, with wrappers falling one after another, until Gin returned to the car.

"Big, big pot...cough cough!"

Vodka swallowed the chocolate in his mouth and greeted Gin with a dry feeling in his throat.

Gin didn't respond, but just looked at the chocolate wrappers on the driver's side floor mat.

"I'll clean it right away!"