Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Looking at it this way, and considering my previous experience of being hung on the rooftop,

It was as if the other party had no intention of actually killing Gin at all.

But things are different now.

Gin was shot in the back.

If it weren't for the bulletproof vest, Gin would be dead by now.

Of course, it's also possible that the other side had already guessed that Gin was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Therefore, they deliberately teased them.

But Gin doesn't think that's the truth.

It's not about probability; it's just that Gin felt he was gambling on whether or not to wear a bulletproof vest in order to feel a real killing intent.

some……

Not in line with common sense.

Or rather, there's no need for it.

From Gin's perspective, the more likely scenario is that the other party doesn't care about his life or death at all, and just wants to shoot him.

To die is to die.

It's okay to be alive, just keep going.

Like an innocent child watching ants being doused with boiling water.

"boom!"

Sure enough, before Gin could even get up, he was shot in the back again, in the exact same spot as the previous shot, with perfect accuracy, as if to prove his superb marksmanship.

The impact knocked Gin to the ground, causing him to roll forward half a meter.

Then came the second shot.

The third shot, the fourth shot...

Gin was thus forcibly pushed all the way from the rooftop into the rooftop passageway.

That guy, the moment he rolled down the stairs.

Gin felt like his back no longer belonged to him, and he was losing all his senses.

My whole body felt numb.

"Shit!"

Vermouth and the others followed in, cursing and swearing, but secretly they were relieved—thankfully they weren't the ones being targeted, otherwise, the bullets they'd taken along the way would have been painful, not to mention the loss of face.

"Grab the Gin and get out of here!"

Vermouth temporarily took over the command, and the group quickly evacuated. After squeezing into Gin's Porsche parked downstairs, they drifted and crashed into a trash can on the street, then accelerated wildly, as if they wanted to stomp the accelerator pedal.

This caused Gin to feel a pang of pain not only in his back but also in his heart.

...The cost of Sano's car hasn't been reimbursed yet, and now this car needs repainting.

Damn!

And then we watched as the Porsche gradually disappeared from sight.

Judy, who was hiding in the shadows, turned to James and asked, "Why don't you try to give it a shot?"

James shook his head: "Forget it, we'll definitely lose track of it anyway, let's not waste our energy."

Judy nodded and said nothing more.

As for Conan, who was listening absentmindedly to Kogoro Mouri cursing, he used his Conan-themed glasses to activate the lock-on magnification function.

He stared intently at Sano on the rooftop a few hundred meters away.

The three-way development on the rooftop may seem like it took a long time, but in reality, from the moment Shuichi Akai fired the first shot to Gin being driven away, the entire process took less than a minute.

During this time.

Conan couldn't do anything except wait anxiously.

If I absolutely have to say something...

They found two other snipers besides Gin's side.

Akai Shuichi didn’t say anything.

What's surprising is Kurosawa.

Of course, Conan was not surprised by the appearance of this person, but by the new setting of the other party.

I never expected this guy to be such a skilled sniper.

Ok?

Sano also noticed Conan staring intently at him.

What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?

After pursing his lips, Sano threw away his cigarette butt and raised his gun again.

Um? ?

Seeing Sano's actions, Conan couldn't help but type a question mark.

What's going on? Is there still danger?

Or is it nearby...?

Conan's eyes widened, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"biu!"

Conan's glasses were shattered from the right side of the frame.

"..."

Damn it!

Is this guy fucking insane?!

Aren't you afraid of missing your target and smashing your own head open?!

Conan, his face ashen, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

This scene... it feels strangely familiar...?

……

cocktail.

A group of people are drinking alone in silence.

Among them, Gin had the most empty bottles in front of him.

Sano crossed his legs and glanced back and forth among the executives.

Finally, he spoke.

"So, the six of you worked together and failed to complete the mission, Sister Gil is missing, and Lord Gin needs to recuperate for a while..."

"right?"

Faced with Sano's question, Vermouth and the others remained silent.

Sano let out a long breath, sat down next to Gin, and put his arm around Gin's shoulder.

Just when everyone else thought that Sano wanted to comfort Gin,

Sano couldn't help but burst out laughing.

...Could this guy be thinking...?

"Oh dear, Lord Gin, you're so weak! How could you be bullied like this?"

As he spoke, Sano touched Gin's back.

The throbbing pain made Gin, who hadn't been in the mood to pay attention to Sano, unable to resist casting a glance at him and asking coldly, "What, did you come here just to mock me?"

Sano and Gin stared at each other for two seconds, then blinked: "What else?"

hiss--

Chianti and the others gasped in shock, and Gin himself almost couldn't catch his breath.

But Gin really couldn't refute it.

Because, in reality, Gin lost, and lost badly.

More importantly, it was because Gin hadn't involved Sano back then.

Then the outcome might change.

Frustrated, Gin chugged the drink in his glass in one gulp.

"But at least Tumen Kanghui is indeed dead."

Perhaps out of a sense of shared vulnerability, Vermouth unusually remarked for Gin, "Although we don't know who did it, their plan strangely overlaps with ours."

"Gin's injury isn't too serious either..."

"What about Kiel?"

Sano interrupted Vermouth, pinpointing the most crucial issue.

The same sentiment of "the rabbit mourns the fox's death" applies here.

Even though he wasn't very familiar with Rena Mizunashi, they were still executive members.

It has been confirmed that Rena Mizunashi, who has lost contact, has been captured by the FBI.

This undoubtedly cast a shadow over the hearts of Chianti and his companions.

If Chianti and the others are like this, then what must Sano, who has shown affection for Rena Mizunashi, be feeling right now?

Therefore, it is understandable that Sano harbors some resentment towards Gin.

Suddenly, Chianti's train of thought came to an abrupt halt.