Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

It should have been a serious question, but Gin made it sound like casual conversation.

What happened at noon.

Many people witnessed it.

Besides the students of Teitan High School and members of the Black Reaper, there were also a few teachers from Teitan High School, unrelated passersby, and the police who received the report but did not arrive at the scene until the commotion had already subsided.

Therefore, it was inevitable that this matter would reach Gin's ears.

This surprised Sano.

Perhaps this speed is a bit too fast.

It's only been a few hours.

Sano straightened his hat and said absentmindedly, "What's there to explain? They've come looking for trouble on my head, so I have to teach them a lesson."

"But I heard that you didn't even take down many people. You just gave that Black Reaper's second-in-command a good beating, and he didn't dare to utter a word and slunk away."

Gin lit a cigarette: "And I also had someone check the address of this Black Reaper's second-in-command. It seems to be quite close to your address?"

Sano leaned back and tilted his head: "Gin-sama, you should also know that it was just a simple accident that he would live next door to my house."

"That's why I'm curious why he would give such a big favor to a neighbor."

"Because in his heart, I am not just an ordinary neighbor."

Sano was too lazy to argue with Gin any longer and directly threw out the conclusion: "Besides, Gin-sama, aren't you trying to find Kurosawa through Kokushibo? My progress may be a little slow, but at least it's progressing. Shouldn't you be happier about that? After all, you'll soon be able to see the dream girl you've been longing for, won't you?"

...My dream girl, my ass.

After Gin's lips twitched, his expression became slightly more serious.

"What, are you starting to get interested in Kurosawa?"

"What do you mean by 'beginning'? I was quite interested in him from the start, okay? After all, he's someone our Lord Gin cares about so much. How could I not be interested? It's just that this guy caused Lord Gin to be so badly injured this time. As his subordinate, how can I not get revenge for my boss? Don't you think so, Lord Gin?"

Sano said it casually, leaving Gin unable to understand for a moment.

Was this guy mocking me, or what?

but.

"Let's not waste any more time. If that guy really has a deep connection with Kurosawa, he won't be so easy to catch. The people I arranged have been following your neighbor for quite some time now, and they have seen his shadow during that time, but unfortunately, it was all fleeting."

Gin let out a sigh of relief—Sano had initially complained about not wanting to waste time on this matter, but later made other arrangements on his own.

But judging from the results...

It really is just a waste of time.

Upon hearing this, Sano raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor refuting.

He simply took the task documents and was about to get off the bus.

"Oh, right."

Sano suddenly asked again, "I heard from Bourbon that he went abroad again?"

Gin stubbed out his cigarette: "It's none of your business, don't worry about it."

"alright."

……

Sano spent a few more days in an uneventful manner.

Of particular note during this period, besides the fact that the big black guy who was keeping an eye on the hospital where Rena Mizunashi was staying sent back a message today saying that there had been some unusual activity, Shuichi Akai had chased a patient out of the hospital, which led to the patient's suicide.

This suggests that there is likely to be another clash between the FBI and the organization.

Just a few days ago, Heiji Hattori brought his girlfriend to Tokyo.

Two plague gods, one in the east and one in the west, one big and one small.

They have consistently achieved numerous accomplishments for the Yama Palace.

They've tried it before, calling on Sano to go and harm innocent passersby.

But Sano ignored him.

Besides completing missions, Sano is busy wrapping up Naruto.

Make sense.

Plagiarism doesn't guarantee success.

Not to mention that Sano adapted the manga into a novel, and he didn't remember all the plot details.

It's just the same main storyline, plus some of my own made-up secondary settings, piling up all sorts of side plots that don't exist in the original work, which is equivalent to fan fiction.

Oh well, at least I've already gotten the money for the food.

The perfect, classic ending propelled Naruto's popularity to its peak.

Sano was also approached by his editor, who began discussing various copyright operations.

For example, adapting comics, anime, and related merchandise.

Preliminary estimates suggest that the initial profits alone could reach nine figures.

If the subsequent profit sharing isn't bad, they can earn tens or hundreds of billions a year.

It shouldn't be a big problem?

As for the plans for the next book.

Sano certainly intended to continue making money, but considering the experience of this book...

Let's make the second one a little shorter.

Ok……

After thinking for a few minutes, Sano typed a few words on the computer—

Even those with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) can fall in love.

The next second, Sano switched to the job killer platform again.

A mission similar to the one that Tumen Kanghui had faced came along.

The latest top-ranked mission—killing all the executives of the Muddy Ginseng Association—offers a relatively low reward, at least in Sano's opinion.

It doesn't even reach eight figures.

Although the unit used here is US dollars.

If converted to Japanese yen... it seems so-so?

Sano stared at the three characters "Mud Ginseng Association" for a while, tapping the mouse with his fingers.

That's right, this is also the same organization that Kiriko Busujima belonged to during Tsuchimon Kanghui's mission, when she was almost framed by Vermouth.

It's worth mentioning that Sano also remembered the name after that.

This wasn't the first time I'd heard it.

It's not that this organization is particularly famous.

Rather, Sano had a past connection with this thing.

Sano raised his hand and touched his smooth face, a smile spreading across his lips.

At that time, Sano said he wanted to resolve this issue privately on his own.

Unfortunately, Gin rejected him.

However, this does not mean that Sano had no other way to obtain intelligence information.

When Sano let Vermouth, who was disguised as Gin, go, it wasn't simply because he wanted to build a friendly working relationship—well, you could say that.

one way or another.

As a senior executive, Vermouth has more authority than Sano.

The mission objective for that operation was retrieved from the intelligence database very smoothly.

Which organization does it belong to?

It was the Mud Ginseng Gathering.

Chapter 465, Gin: This guy still thinks he's the boss?

But as time went on, Sano lost interest.

Or.

Is your procrastination kicking in?

Unexpectedly, he has once again run into his own trap.

There's nothing we can do about it, you unlucky folks.

Sano took out his phone and called Vermouth.

...Unlike the situation back then, which seemed like searching for a needle in a haystack, now that the target has been confirmed as the Mud Ginseng Association, Sano doesn't need to start from within the organization anymore. He can directly pull out all the information related to the Mud Ginseng Association from the Black Reaper's intelligence database.

Firstly, Black Death's identity makes it unsuitable for him to obtain this information. If he were to obtain it under another identity, he would have to spend money—although Black Death's money is no different from Sano's money, it is still operating capital, and there is still a difference.

Secondly, it is compared to the organization's intelligence database.

The Black Reaper's intelligence database appears somewhat superficial.

What's wrong with getting more detailed information for free?

"Hey, Sister Bei, long time no see! Could you send me a copy of the information about the Mud Gathering?"

As soon as the call connected, Sano got straight to the point.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds of silence, Gin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What do you want to do with the information about the Mud Gathering?"

Gin's voice was somewhat cold, revealing his less-than-pleasant mood.

Sano: "..."