Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Gin dodged to the side, and after seeing the scene before him, he suppressed the gun that he had instinctively raised.

The three people with vodka nearby also saw this scene.

However, the three of them clearly did not possess Gin's qualities, and their pupils contracted.

Even their breathing was unconsciously held.

The lobby on the first floor was filled with corpses.

Blood, severed limbs, and even internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

At the highest point of the pile of corpses sat a figure.

The thick blood made his already black hoodie even blacker. His white hair contrasted sharply with the blood, creating a strange and unsettling visual effect that sent chills down his spine.

"Oh, sorry, I thought it was their backup, I acted too fast."

Sano took the cigarette out of his mouth and apologized to Gin.

Despite his tone, Sano didn't seem embarrassed at all.

"I say, isn't this a bit too fast?"

After regaining her senses, Chianti said something that was hard to tell whether it was a complaint or something else.

In the life-or-death struggle, especially in the close-quarters combat that Sano faced while surrounded.

It was practically a race against time.

Not to mention that the opponents were all fearless desperados who would even willingly throw their lives away.

The entire battle lasted only one minute.

That's why Gin was so eager to urge the sniper duo to attack.

That's because they were afraid of missing out.

...In the end, I still missed it.

However, it wasn't that they didn't make it before Sano died.

Rather, they didn't arrive before Sano killed all of them.

"What do you mean I'm too fast? How can a man be told he's fast?"

Sano retorted first, then complained, "It's clearly because you guys are too slow, okay? Luckily I'm tough enough, otherwise if I had to wait for you guys to come and help me to be safe, I should be buying a coffin by now."

Faced with Sano's complaints, none of them uttered a word.

Because, in terms of the facts...

The group was indeed unable to provide timely assistance.

But then again...

Is this guy really that strong in close combat?

...Gin and the other three had all fought alongside Sano to varying degrees.

There were times when Sano demonstrated his close-combat skills.

Gin, who was Sano's "master" who introduced him to close combat techniques, said he didn't understand them.

That's impossible, of course.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Sano is someone the four of them can't fight.

On the contrary, Sano is very good at fighting.

It's possible that fighting monsters is on a completely different level.

Facing dozens of people alone is one thing for the sniper duo, but at least the Gin duo knew that Sano was killed by Kokushi.

He even single-handedly defeated hundreds of people.

But in that situation, you're unarmed, and at most you might have a baseball bat.

Now, however, it involves surgery.

Not to mention these dozens of guys who came specifically to set a trap for Sano, who are no match for the delinquents in terms of combat skills or physical fitness.

They are completely different.

But reality is reality.

Gin thoughtfully turned his gaze away from the corpses, many of which were not killed with a single blow, which was why the scene was so bloody.

He carefully examined Sano's appearance.

With Gin's experience, distinguishing which of the bloodstains on Sano's body belonged to the enemy and which to him would be incredibly easy.

as predicted.

Although Sano appears to have won a great victory, he did not come without paying a price.

In fact, you can tell from the way those corpses died that Sano was definitely not having an easy or effortless time in this battle; on the contrary...

It's still a stretch.

Those small scratches and cuts on the limbs and torso are just minor issues.

In more serious cases, there might be a hole piercing the abdomen, and it seems like there was also a stab wound in the lower back, which is quite glaring.

The cut on my face.

"...Send him back to treat his injuries."

Gin should have said that immediately, but for some reason, he remained silent for a few seconds.

Only then were new instructions issued.

"Oh, right."

Sano waved his hand, refusing Vodka's offer to help him up, and turned to Gin: "Send me a copy of this guy's organization's information later."

Gin frowned: "What are you planning to do?"

"What else can I do? Since they want to kill me so badly, I have to satisfy them."

Sano said this.

"No."

Gin rejected Sano without hesitation: "Do you think such a big organization is some small gang? Do you think you can solve the problem by destroying a few strongholds? Besides, in terms of cost-effectiveness, the organization will definitely not help you deal with this organization. You're just taking a risk by yourself. Don't expect us to help you."

Listening to Gin's long, rambling monologue.

Sano paused for a few seconds, then shrugged: "Fine, never mind."

Thus, this fishing and mouse-catching operation came to a successful conclusion.

Besides receiving a decent bonus and intangible performance results.

Sano also enjoyed a period of vacation.

Yes, sick leave.

What Sano couldn't understand was that this was clearly a work-related injury.

Medical expenses are not a problem, since the organization has doctors and we don't need to pay much.

Nutritional expenses and lost wages.

Why shouldn't they give it to me?

After pursing his lips, Sano refused to accept treatment from the organization's doctor, saying that he would handle it himself, and then left the base that Gin had brought him to on his own.

Don't ask Sano why he refused to be treated by the organization's doctors.

Didn't you see Gin's eyes were glued to Sano's face, as if they were welded shut?

You should know that Sano is currently using Gin and even vodka.

But it's a fake face.

As a result, the fake face was slashed open and left covered in blood.

Is this reasonable?

This is clearly unreasonable.

Of course, Sano didn't know at first that there was no one else in the world besides him.

Surprisingly, there are other characters whose faces can be customized.

Of course, even if he found out later, Sano didn't care.

They uphold the excellent quality of "doing a sloppy job if possible, and giving up if they really can't get away with it".

Sano chose to ignore the matter.

Even now, Gin has taken notice of it.

Unless Gin asks, Sano still doesn't intend to say anything.

Gin's eyes were dark as he watched Sano leave.

Besides that face, there's another point that Gin is quite interested in.

What the mouse said.

And the direct cause that led to the current situation.

You can dodge bullets, but you can't dodge a dagger.

On the way to this base, Chianti, that chatterbox, asked Sano about it.

Regarding this issue.

Sano's answer was: "That's right. I can only dodge bullets because compared to cold weapons, bullets give me a stronger sense of danger, which makes it easier to stimulate my instincts and greatly enhance my perception."

This answer sounds... somewhat reasonable.

Unless we disregard Sano's outrageous remarks that followed.

"In this state, I can feel the bullet's breathing. As long as I adjust my breathing to match the bullet's frequency, I can dodge it on my own."

...That's just outrageous.