Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Vodka quickly pulled out the foot mat and shook it vigorously.

Then he blew off the dust before putting it back.

"Oh right, and chocolate too. I bought some when I was on a field mission a couple of days ago. I wanted to bring it back for my older brother, but I forgot about it. I just remembered it."

Vodka reached into the car again, took out the bag Sano had placed next to the gear lever, and handed it to Gin in a fawning manner: "It's all the most expensive kind."

Sano, inside the car, tapped a row of dots... not because Vodka seemed to have forgotten his behavior after seeing Gin, but because he didn't quite understand.

Why put the chocolate for myself in the same bag as the chocolate for Gin?

Outside the car, Gin stared at the bag in Vodka's hand for a long time.

Staring at him so intently that Vodka couldn't even manage an awkward laugh, he finally spoke in a cold voice.

"I don't have the habit of eating junk food."

"Hey?"

Upon hearing this, Vodka was taken aback, then immediately became anxious.

"How could this be garbage? This is all the best chocolate, bro! You won't believe me..."

As he spoke, Vodka reached into the bag and rummaged around, intending to let Gin see his "efforts" for himself.

However, he only got halfway through his sentence before he fell silent. Instead, he quietly opened the bag, stuck his head inside, and finally pulled out a handful of empty wrappers.

Vodka: "..."

It's actually real garbage?!

Vodka's mouth twitched involuntarily, and his eyes widened... Although he was wearing sunglasses, he still stiffly turned his head to look at Sano inside the car.

"Don't look at me. I didn't know there was a portion for Lord Gin inside. You took it so quickly that I didn't have time to tell you. You can't blame me for that."

Sano shrugged innocently and said this.

...But at least don't put the wrapper back into the bag!

Vodka then noticed that the floor mat on the passenger side where Sano was sitting was very clean.

It's one thing to eat all the chocolate, but why be so well-mannered at this time?

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

Sano's actions not only caused Vodka to give Gin "trash," but also made his previous littering behavior even more conspicuous.

Vodka's face instantly fell, and he turned to explain to Gin.

But Gin didn't have the time or the inclination to pay attention to vodka.

After coldly saying "Drive," he got into the back seat of the car.

Seeing this, Vodka could only silently climb into the car, start the engine, and step on the gas.

Sano, on the other hand, remained silent, keeping to himself as if it were none of his business.

Honestly, what's wrong with being clean and not littering?

What? Why didn't you do that in Amuro Tooru's car before? Is this a double standard?

...Sano stated that his qualities change depending on his mood.

When you're in a good mood, you're more polite; when you're in a bad mood, you're less polite.

Yes, that makes sense.

If that doesn't work, then double standards are fine too.

Sano hates two kinds of people the most in this world.

One type is the person who applies double standards, and the other is the person who doesn't allow Sano to apply double standards.

"Cohen and Chianti are having some trouble. Go and help them out later."

Gin issued a task that couldn't quite be considered a mission.

Sano nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, but the next second he received a text message.

It comes from some plague god.

Nothing else, just questioning Sano about why he didn't go see Ran Mouri.

After Ran Mouri collapsed and was taken to the hospital that day, she quickly regained consciousness and went home to recuperate. Sano has indeed not visited her since.

On the second day, Conan, having recovered his composure, texted Sano to ask when he would have time to visit Ran Mouri.

But Sano didn't reply.

After exchanging more than a dozen text messages, the young man got angry.

Now they're directly "blaming" Sano.

It's nothing more than Ran Mouri treating Sano as a good friend and senior, but when he got sick, he didn't even bother to visit him or ask about his condition.

He doesn't care about Ran Mouri at all, which made her sad, and so on and so forth.

Sano remained indifferent and immediately blocked him.

What an idiot.

Can't you even read the question?

Let's not even talk about which two idiots forgot about Sano and the other two outside that night.

So, we still need to see if Ran Mouri is alright.

Eight hundred years ago, when this girl had just woken up, she had already called Sano.

He's an absolute idiot.

The kind of person who is so stupid they can't be stupider.

After taking back his phone, Vodka suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Looking up, I saw a number of police cars parked ahead.

"Big brother?"

Vodka turned to Gin for his opinion.

Gin didn't say anything, but simply raised his chin. Vodka, being the thoughtful henchman, immediately understood, unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and ran over.

"It's probably another case."

Sano said lazily, but then pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt.

While her facial features were somewhat concealed by her hat, her hair color still needed to be covered by the hood.

Even though they might not be investigated, and even if they were, their hair color alone might not be enough to deter them, the person sitting in the back row was none other than Gin, who was as steady as a rock.

Sano didn't want to give anyone cause for gossip.

Especially since I just ate the other person's chocolate.

A few minutes later, Vodka came running back, all excited.

"It's nothing, brother. They said there's going to be some kind of parade here tomorrow, so I came early to make some arrangements to keep things under control..."

Gin remained silent, only glancing at Sano through the rearview mirror.

Sano shrugged.

The car continued on its way, and soon Sano was dropped off at a building.

"Um……"

After looking around, Sano originally planned to go straight to the sniper duo.

Unexpectedly, the big black dog that had been following them suddenly let out a screech.

Sano paused, then curled the corners of his lips into a smile and changed direction.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a building.

Chianti is facing off against a group of men in black.

In fact, as snipers, sniper duos rarely do missions that require direct confrontation; most of the time they only engage in long-range sniping and assassination.

However, this task is of great importance and must be taken over by a member of the leadership team.

Unfortunately, none of the cadres and members in the organization were idle.

Therefore, it was handed over to the Chianti duo.

According to normal procedure, Chianti should have silenced the other party after the transaction was completed.

But the other side didn't seem to be willing to sit idly by and wait for their doom.

They immediately brought about ten people and blocked Chianti's path.

Chianti said that her teammate Cohen was pointing a sniper rifle at the other person's head in an attempt to calm the situation down and retreat first.

We'll find another opportunity to get our revenge later.

However, the other party then stated that Chianti was not the only one who brought a sniper.

The other side also brought two snipers, who were now aiming at Chianti's head.

If Chianti doesn't want his head to explode, then Cohen absolutely cannot let his head explode.

The situation has reached a stalemate.

Of course, this applies to the group of people on the rooftop of the Chianti building.

Behind the scenes, the situation was actually quite turbulent.

Chianti and his group will not act rashly, and the final outcome remains to be seen.

It remains to be seen how Cohen and the two opposing snipers perform.

Whichever side's snipers have the upper hand, that side will win.

"Heh, don't be so nervous. I know you two are the top snipers in the distillery. Of course, the two I brought are no less skilled; they both came from the team. Shouldn't a contest between top talents be something to look forward to, something exciting, and something very interesting?"

Looking at the middle-aged man hiding among several men in black, a cold smile on his face, Chianti twitched the corners of his mouth but did not reply, though he was extremely agitated inside.

...This situation, where you can only place your hopes on others and wait for the outcome, is really quite frustrating. Speaking of which, Cohen should have already contacted Gin, right? I wonder when the reinforcements will arrive, and which one will come to help.