Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Although Vermouth already knows the other person very well, she cannot erase them.

This is the most fatal flaw.

If you're not suspected, that's fine; but if you are, all you need to do is verify your identity.

The traces will then expand countless times.

As she watched Sano press the keypad on his phone, Vermouth's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly flicked her sleeve.

A smoke grenade landed on the ground.

"boom!"

The smoke exploded, and Vermouth fled at top speed.

Sano followed closely behind: "Vodka, keep up!"

"Hey?"

Vodka's brain nearly shut down, given the current situation.

This Gin is definitely not my older brother.

Even when Sano first suggested that Gin was a fake, Vodka already had a guess about the man's true identity.

There's no way around it; their disguise skills are simply incredible.

It's really too obvious... Of course, it could also be other disguised individuals.

In Vodka's memory, only Vermouth possessed this skill.

Chapter 417, Page 416: Vermouth: I want to escape so badly, but I can't.

Or.

I only know one vodka.

Therefore, when such a phenomenon occurs around us, we will naturally subconsciously think that way.

However, with this line of thinking, vodka finds it difficult to understand the current situation.

Why did Vermouth disguise herself as her older brother?

Furthermore, if it really is Vermouth, wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to arrest or even kill someone without clarifying the true situation?

We're all teammates!

Is there anything that can't be discussed properly by sitting down?

...Of course, regardless of whether this person is Vermouth or not, the fact that he is impersonating Gin is true.

They definitely need to be arrested.

Otherwise, once they go back, Sano will mention vodka to Gin and refuse to help...

Then Vodka is doomed.

After taking a few seconds to reboot his brain, Vodka quickly identified his goal.

As the saying goes, "Better to die a friend than a poor monk."

Even if this person really is Vermouth, for your own safety...

There's nothing we can do but put the other party in a difficult position.

The care between friends and colleagues is mutual.

If Vodka is willing to think about the other person, then the other person should also think about him!

That's right, if the other party is willing to consider your feelings.

Therefore, one would certainly not want to put oneself in danger because of thinking of the other person.

That makes perfect sense!

...Besides, who told this guy to do this when he had nothing better to do?

So what can vodka do if he brings disaster upon himself?

Ok?

Vodka ran out of the station and looked around, only to see a row of empty streets.

Without realizing it, I typed a whole bunch of dots... I was only a few seconds slow, where did everyone go?

Vodka stood bewildered in the wind.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Vermouth was running at high speed, making several turns, hiding, changing clothes and disguises, and was now standing in front of a shop reading a newspaper.

Using his peripheral vision to observe the scattered passersby, he confirmed that the demon-like figure was not among them.

Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, I ran fast..."

"What did you say?"

"Ok?"

Vermouth turned her head and saw a figure in a black hoodie wearing a baseball cap, obscuring their face, leaning against the shop door, lazily "looking" at her.

Vermouth: "..."

After a twitch at the corner of her mouth, Vermouth forced a smile: "Do we know each other?"

"Do you need me to peel off that layer of skin from your face so I can get a proper look?"

Sano tilted his head and replied in this way, causing Vermouth's lips to twitch again.

"...Ah, look! There's a UFO!"

Vermouth pointed to the sky and shouted.

The air was silent for a few seconds. The shop owner, who was sitting behind the counter, slowly looked up from the newspaper in his hand, raised his head, and blinked.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Sano was stunned for a few seconds before looking up at the sky, feigning surprise as if coaxing a child.

"Wow, there are flying saucers."

Vermouth: "..."

This guy is way too damn fake!

However, this is actually a good thing for me.

Unfortunately, Rye, your confidence gave me an opportunity to exploit a loophole.

Vermouth slipped another smoke grenade from her sleeve, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Could it be that they thought they only brought one smoke grenade?

"boom!"

The smoke exploded.

Amid the boss's bewildered expression, Sano raised his hand to clear away the smoke, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Big Black, report the position."

"Gah!"

A few minutes later, Vermouth, having changed her clothes, arrived at a bus station, intending to take a train and leave as soon as possible.

To avoid being targeted again.

Even though they were still dozens of meters apart, Vermouth saw Sano leaning against the station entrance, just like she had before in front of that shop.

He even waved to Vermouth.

...blanch.

Although she couldn't see his face, Vermouth could probably imagine what was under that baseball cap.

It's definitely a really annoying smiling face.

After a twitch at the corner of her eye, Vermouth quickly turned around and fled again.

Sano, on the other hand, remained leisurely and unhurriedly pried his back off the wall.

"Big Black"

Five minutes later, under the bus stop sign, Sano was waiting for Vermouth.

Ten minutes later, in front of the taxi, Sano opened the door for Vermouth first.

...He even made a very gentlemanly "please" gesture.

Half an hour later...

Vermouth was numb and plopped down on the ground.

"Are you a pervert? Why do you have to stick with me like this?!"

Vermouth, unable to contain herself any longer, finally exploded, roaring at Sano... though her words and expression were completely different from her outward appearance.

Their behavior has completely turned into a state of giving up.

Sano chuckled. At this moment, he felt that Vermouth should be accompanied by a background music track: "I want to escape~ but I can't escape~".

……Um?

That said, this development seems strangely familiar.

Never mind, none of that matters.

Sano lit a cigarette: "What, not planning to keep running? I think I could play with you all day."

Vermouth's lips twitched violently.

Play, play, play your mother's ass!

What exactly do you want?

Looking at Vermouth's numb and indifferent eyes, Sano was certain that she had indeed given up struggling.

Let's find somewhere to talk.