Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Alright, alright, it's not easy for everyone to get together, why are you making such a racket?"

Chianti slapped her hand, interrupting Sano's conversation with Vermouth... Of course, in reality, her action was biased towards Sano.

After all, it was Sano who started the conversation, so Vermouth's response was at most a legitimate rebuttal.

Chianti acted as a peacemaker at this time.

Vermouth was the one who suffered the loss.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

It's because Chianti and Sano are on the same side.

Today's event was undoubtedly a team-building activity for the action team members, but Vermouth was not an insider; she was, without a doubt, an "outsider."

It's not that Vermouth shamelessly came over.

His relationship with Chianti and others can be considered quite good.

Vermouth snorted coldly, but didn't bother to make a fool of herself any further.

He simply ordered a drink from the bartender and pushed it towards Sano, saying, "Never mind, it's on you."

Sano glanced at the rim of the glass and chuckled, "What, didn't I tell you, old lady? I'm still a minor and can't drink alcohol. Change it to coffee or milk."

Before Vermouth could react...

The bartender had already handed over the prepared coffee and milk.

Vermouth quickly took the coffee milk and pushed it to Sano: "Here you go."

This polite gesture, which is typical of normal social interactions, seems, in Vermouth's case, to be a slight gesture of goodwill or reconciliation towards Sano.

Of course, Sano didn't believe it.

Just as Sano was about to drink the coffee milk in his cup, Gin casually flicked his cigarette butt, which landed in Sano's cup.

"Fool, have you become so careless after just a few days of rest?"

Before Vermouth could even smile, Sano sighed.

"I'm not trying to be mean, Lord Gin, but even though I certainly don't have to pay for this coffee milk, wasting it is not a sign of good manners."

Ok?

Sano added, "Besides, I'm also very curious about what this old woman put in my cup. If it doesn't poison me, I'll half-dead her. If it does kill me, I'll crawl out of hell and kick that woman down."

...Has it already been discovered?

Vermouth wasn't too surprised and laughed, "It was just a little joke, don't take it so seriously. It's just ordinary laxative on it."

"So it was just a laxative."

Sano sighed with some regret: "I didn't expect you to have something like this on you. But what can I do? I don't have any laxatives or other toys on me..."

As he spoke, Sano placed his hand on the back of Vermouth's neck.

This caused a change in the gazes of everyone present to varying degrees.

There's no way around it; when the back of the neck is associated with the person in front of you, it's impossible to resist.

It always gives people a unique feeling.

Among them, Vermouth, as the person directly involved, was the most panicked.

...Vermouth certainly knew that putting poison in the cup was a little bit provocative.

But is it really necessary to just use a bomb?

Vermouth knew even better that the person in front of her was not quite right in the head and could not be judged by common sense.

But since they can stay quietly in the organization and still hold the title of cadre member.

Then there shouldn't be any major problems.

Another point is... being a qualified criminal.

Vermouth sometimes inevitably has some wicked thoughts.

This is not the first time Vermouth has acted recklessly; there have been countless instances in the past, with the exception of Sano, the others being the main culprits.

To be honest...

Perhaps he could be considered as someone who disguised himself as Gin to save people last time?

all in all.

Vermouth was already on edge, and Chianti and the others next to her weren't much better off... Playing around is fine, but minor squabbles are to be expected.

Once it reaches the point of mutual slaughter, the situation becomes extremely serious.

Furthermore, that is...

This place is so small, what if we go too far and get caught in the crossfire?

But just then...

Sano withdrew his hand.

After a slight sigh of relief, Vermouth hesitated, wondering if she should leave first.

Let's check ourselves to see if anything has been left behind...

A special gift.

But Sano suddenly continued from his previous statement, saying, "...I only have poison on me, so I'm sorry, after all."

"Like you said, it was just a joke."

Chapter 435, Gin: Vermouth apologizes!

"But don't worry too much. If it goes relatively quickly... well, maybe in half a month, it should recover."

……Excuse me?

joke?

poison?

recover?

What does all this mean?

Vermouth was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

Chianti, who was next to him, suddenly leaned back in horror.

"Damn it, Vermouth, your face!"

!! ?

Vermouth sensed something was wrong and quickly pulled out a mirror.

In the mirror, a face that was reddish-purple, purple-blue, and blue-black, as if covered by a multicolored black, was reflected in Vermouth's eyes.

Vermouth's face instantly contorted even more.

"rye!!!"

Faced with Vermouth's roar, Sano calmly took a sip of his new coffee milk.

"Why the rush? It's just a joke. Why take it so seriously?"

"But you shouldn't joke about a woman's face!"

Vermouth was almost hysterical... If it really was a joke, like just a couple of strokes drawn on her face, she could just grit her teeth and let it go.

But take a look at what Sano just said.

poison.

possible?

should?

Maybe?

perhaps?

All these details tell Vermouth one fact, which is—

She disfigured herself.

correct.

Vermouth suddenly remembered the scar on Sano's face that night.

Because he was disfigured, he dragged others down with him, causing them to be disfigured as well.

Isn't this perfectly reasonable?

In an instant, Vermouth felt like she was about to collapse.

"Tell me the truth, is there any way to save my face? Is there any antidote? Is there no antidote?!"

"If you're hopeless, then you're hopeless. After all, aren't you known as the Thousand-Faced Witch?"

Sano remained indifferent, even crossing his legs and laughing, "At worst, we can just get another face, right?"

"..."

Seeing that Vermouth was about to lose control, Gin finally stepped forward.

"Rye, give her the antidote. I can make her apologize later."

...Make Vermouth apologize?

Chianti Vodka and the others stared at Gin with wide eyes.

Brother, isn't this favoritism a bit too much?

Make sense.

Vermouth was certainly in the wrong first in this matter.

But Sano undoubtedly went too far.