Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

In his diary, the elementary school student gave each of the three tenants a nickname that was a different color: red, white, and yellow.

According to the diary, the yellow person is the one who often behaves strangely at night, namely that elementary school student, the one Conan wants to investigate.

The person in yellow had an argument with the landlord last night.

If this was indeed arson.

This person is undoubtedly the prime suspect.

But how exactly was this color obtained?

This left Conan and the others completely baffled.

If we're talking about skin tone, white and yellow are one thing, but red is just not right.

But if you were to say which color these three people like the most.

Based on the answer obtained after asking the question discreetly just now.

Another one doesn't match.

There's no need to even ask that fat man anymore.

One blue and one black.

This directly ruled out that possibility.

Is it referring to the personalities of these three people?

"The red of justice, the white of purity, and... the yellow of filth."

Sano whispered in Conan's ear, successfully leading the plague god astray.

"Yellow, yellow!?"

Conan stared wide-eyed at Sano, his exclamation drawing the attention of everyone around him.

Some people can't understand the meaning of Conan's words, some understand them but not completely, and some understand them but only superficially.

Under the strange gaze, Conan's face instantly turned red.

"No, no, that's not what I meant..."

After stammering for a while, Conan lowered his head and chose to play the ostrich.

"I remember you, you're that high school detective, Shinichiro Sano, right?"

Just then, the burly policeman seemed to recognize Sano and asked a question.

Do you have any thoughts?

...Without that "brother" greeting, it just feels a little strange.

Sano shook his head without saying anything, not because he didn't want to.

I just don't know what to say.

If I had to say something—that last sentence really was Sano's line of thinking.

As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

Although strictly speaking, this is not a nickname and originated from a primary school student's hand.

However, the underlying patterns are undeniable.

The source of these patterns lies in nothing more than two directions: internal and external.

Besides, skin color, hair color, clothing color... this last one is the least likely.

Internal factors, personality, and behavior are all possible.

That elementary school student, having spent day and night with these three tenants, should be considered to know them quite well, so the specific basis for his assessment is quite broad.

It's just that we need a plague god to solve the case.

It's highly likely that it shouldn't be anything special; it's something that can only be discovered through long-term interaction.

Not at first glance.

But it can be seen in a short time... It can't be too simple, nor too complicated.

Sano began to recall all the details after these three guys appeared.

The guy with the darker skin than Hattori Heiji is a carpenter; he went drinking with some people last night. The squinty-eyed, brooding guy is a college student, or more accurately, a graduate student; he went for a drive last night.

The fat man, on the other hand, was a self-employed individual.

He does all sorts of chores on a regular basis, but what's more surprising is that he also trades stocks.

But it seems like they're just leeks (victims).

Last night I went to Beikacho to watch an all-night movie.

It's not clear what the problem is.

Just as Sano was deep in thought, Conan noticed the dirt under the fat man's fingernails.

After a series of "ah-la-la" comments, another piece of new information emerged.

It turns out that this fat man is a fan of outdoor live-action shooting games, also known as paintball, which led to the revelation of his favorite color.

The military green of the camouflage uniform.

However, judging from Conan's gaze, there seems to be something wrong with that.

Then, new pieces of information gradually appeared before Sano's eyes.

First, there were many toy cars in that elementary school student's room—which wouldn't normally be strange, but there were as many as three digits of them.

That's something to worry about.

Second, Conan seems to have a color as well.

Chapters 476 and 479: Turns out he's a lolicon.

Well, the color here doesn't refer to that color, of course.

Rather, it refers to the fact that, whether in the diary or in yesterday's conversation, the elementary school student referred to Conan as "Black and White Guy," meaning a person of black and white.

This is something to be concerned about.

When James first arrived in Japan, he was mistaken for a wealthy man.

As a result, he was kidnapped.

Later, Conan mentioned to Sano the part that he was not involved in.

One of them is very similar to this place.

Sano doesn't actually remember the specific details.

There was only one piece of information that remained in my memory: a black and white police car.

Then connect it to the clues that follow.

Third, Little Blackie had many bandages in his pocket because he often got hurt.

Fourth, the squinty-eyed, brooding man often waters the plants in the apartment courtyard.

The answer is already obvious.

...In fact, as early as when the first point came out, Sano felt that this was the source of the color.

It's probably on those toy cars.

But what exactly this "rule" was, Sano really couldn't figure out.

But then the second, third, and fourth ones kept popping up.

If Sano doesn't react in time, he's a complete idiot.

The white ambulance and the red fire truck both match up.

But what kind of car is yellow...?

taxi?

Suddenly, Sano thought of the mud under the fat man's fingernails—an excavator?

Can this be considered a car?

Could these unusual actions in the middle of the night be a burial of a body?

At the same moment, Conan, who had been frowning, suddenly relaxed his brows.

Sano acted first, putting his hand on the fat man's shoulder.

Seeing the fat man in pain, Sano spoke up, confirming the situation.

"No need to think about it, the one in yellow is him."

"……what?"

Sano, too lazy to waste words, directly threw out his thoughts: "...There's no need to talk about evidence. The father and son in the hospital didn't die from the fire. Once they wake up, we can directly testify against them."

"Contact Inspector Megure and have him detained so he can't escape beforehand."

Before anyone could react, Sano suddenly reached out and touched the shoulder of the brooding man again.

As a result, the guy instinctively dodged to the side.

The reaction speed is very fast.

Sano looked at the still somewhat dazed, reserved man and narrowed his eyes: "Why are you hiding?"

The reserved man adjusted his glasses and smiled, "It's just an instinctive reaction. Besides, I don't like being touched by a stranger."

"What if I insist on touching it?"

Sano's question instantly intensified the tension in the air.

Whether it was Conan and his friends, or the police officers standing nearby.

Looking at the two people whose eyes seemed to spark with electricity, cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

They want to offer advice but dare not, or perhaps they simply don't know how to do so.