Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

But he still couldn't understand why he had been tricked.

Chapter 478, 481: Doing good deeds must leave a mark.

Shuichi Akai looked at Conan.

Conan blinked and laughed, "Ha, don't mind it, it's just his, uh, unique way of greeting you. It's a way of expressing his friendliness to you. I and Haibara have had the same experience."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Is this a way of comforting oneself?

But this Sano is really quite... unconventional.

No wonder that guy seemed so skilled just now.

Aside from the fact that the nature of the matter is different.

More importantly, this is not the first time.

...Is it simply a matter of practice makes perfect?

"But he just left without asking any questions. Did he know my true colors, or did he only have a vague understanding, or did he mean something else?"

A completely speechless Shuichi Akai raised a question.

Conan stroked his chin, thinking of that duo.

"They probably know everything already. Oh well, it's all trivial stuff."

Shuichi Akai frowned: "A trivial matter?"

"Ah."

Conan nodded solemnly: "Because he is a teammate we can absolutely trust."

Seeing Conan's response, Shuichi Akai stopped asking questions.

Curiosity is definitely present, but just like knowing that Conan is acting strangely.

Shuichi Akai still didn't seem to care.

Although Shuichi Akai now understands that Sano is not an ordinary high school detective.

But as long as it doesn't bother me, what's wrong with letting it go?

"That's settled then. You can decide for yourself. I'm leaving now."

With Sano, the only person to watch out for, already gone, Conan naturally no longer needs to stay here.

After saying hello, Conan left the house.

Shuichi Akai was left touching his wet hair, sighing softly.

……

Hondo Eisuke transferred schools and left Japan.

Of course, this has little to do with Sano.

According to Conan and Sano, the reason why Shuichi Akai was able to get Rena Mizunashi to cooperate at that time was because he took advantage of Eisuke Hondo's existence.

As part of the deal, the FBI is obligated to protect Hondo Eisuke.

Unfortunately, like Ai Haibara, Eisuke Hondo has no intention of joining the FBI Witness Protection Program; instead, he even said he wanted to join the CIA.

Sano didn't pay any attention.

Unlike at the beginning, Conan now seems to be more focused on information sharing.

I've become less proactive... or perhaps it's simply because...

I learned my lesson from being blocked by Sano last time.

Never mind, these are all trivial matters. What Sano is more curious about right now is...

It's a case of blond hair.

"Hospital?"

He listened to the message sent back by Big Black, whom he had assigned to follow Yellow Hair.

Sano frowned slightly.

"Could you investigate more thoroughly?"

"I'm eavesdropping, Master."

Dahei broadcast the event live.

Sano got the gist of it: Huang Mao's mother seemed to have a terminal illness and was currently hospitalized for chemotherapy.

The treatment was extremely expensive, which forced Huang Mao to join the rider team to earn money when he moved to Sano, a small, dilapidated building.

Most importantly, this thing is so expensive that it can't be cured.

It's just dragging things out; it's like paying money to save your life—tens or millions a day.

Sano calculated the blond-haired man's "salary".

Hmm... It's better not to know this, because even if you do know, you don't do anything about it.

Something feels off.

But what can I do?

Does he intend to cover all of Huang Mao's mother's expenses until her death?

Whether I feel bad or not is secondary; the main issue is that it's meaningless.

Make sense.

Sano always felt that this kind of thing was adding to the burden of patients.

It's just living in misery.

Ok?

Sano rubbed his fingers together, then got up and set off for the hospital where the blond-haired man's mother worked.

After switching to the black vest without the special attack suit, Sano lowered his hat.

Then, he secretly found out the medical records and X-rays of Huang Mao's mother before going to the ward, observing the surroundings, and pushing the door open.

After locking the ward door from the inside, Sano walked towards the middle-aged woman on the hospital bed.

His consciousness seemed to be somewhat clouded.

He was ashen-looking, with a haggard face and sparse white hair that was almost unbearable to look at.

"Let's begin."

Sano raised his right hand, and the spider venom quietly entered the body of the blond-haired old woman.

After half an hour.

Sano quietly left the hospital again.

Successful.

After wiping the fine sweat from his brow, Sano's face showed a hint of satisfaction.

It is because he did something truly good, something that is undeniable and rare.

It was also because of this that Sano's earlier wild idea was now being realized.

Due to the properties of spider venom, Sano was indeed able to use it to treat illnesses.

Even terminal illnesses can be cured.

Of course, this thing can't cure every disease.

At the very least, Sano needs to know exactly what he wants to eliminate from the patient's body, and in which specific part, especially if it's a critical location.

Even if it's only a fraction of a second off.

It's possible that the situation could be reversed, turning a rescue into a murder.

Therefore, Sano's actions are no different from using the blonde-haired old woman as an experiment.

It seems very inhumane.

But Huang Mao's mother didn't have much time left, so Sano was just trying anything as a last resort.

If it succeeds, it's a huge profit; if it fails, it's not a loss. In fact, it could be said that it's a substitute for Huang Mao, helping his mother end her suffering as soon as possible, saving him from agonizing over it.

one way or another.

At least for now, the fact is that Sano succeeded.

After taking out his phone, Sano sent a text message to Huang Mao.

“I found a friend who said your mother’s illness has been cured… or more accurately, the root cause has been removed. Go to the hospital to get a checkup. The rest should involve some recuperation. Don’t tell anyone about this. Make sure you talk to the doctor.”

Sano doesn't have the habit of doing good deeds anonymously.

To be precise, why deliberately avoid things that are beneficial and harmless?

After all this,

The yellow-haired guy's loyalty is probably maxed out, and it's unlikely to drop any further.

Even if some information did leak out.

Sano didn't care either—if he wanted to get treatment, he could just pay to save his life.

Whether or not you can actually buy it is another matter.

"Ok?"

Sano's gaze shifted, and he saw Asai Narumi, wearing a white coat, hurrying into the hospital.

Sano hadn't seen this white death god in a long time.

Whether his heroic acts behind the scenes continue or he's just been lucky and hasn't encountered any problems that he can't solve alone, I don't know.

Anyway, I haven't contacted Sano since.