Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

There were a few yellow hairs inside.

Yeah, the blond guy.

"Little black."

Xiao Hei was immediately summoned to the office.

“Tracking and locking”.

A red dot immediately appeared on Sano's map.

Judging from the location, it's in an area of ​​abandoned factories—this is really not right.

"You don't need to come along."

Having abandoned the work dog, Sano rushed to the abandoned factory where Huang Mao was.

it's here.

Sano saw the blond-haired guy getting beaten up, and the little girl next door.

Eyes closed, but breathing steady; was it an anesthetic?

There were fewer than twenty people, and they seemed to have pistols at their waists.

The movements were clean and efficient, and the positioning was orderly despite the apparent chaos; this person was clearly not an amateur.

Sano frowned, watching the scene from the shadows. He probably understood what was going on—this group had their eyes on the blond guy… He didn’t delve into the deeper details, but at least on the surface, they were indeed targeting the blond guy.

In order to bring the blond-haired man under his control, the girl next door became his leverage.

In the eyes of this group of people, was the relationship between the blond-haired guy and the little girl really that good?

Sano secretly lamented the little girl's bad luck.

The next second, a sound came from inside.

"I'm getting a little tired of this. You're really tough. I'm not interested in playing with you anymore. You have half a minute to call Black Death. If you don't, then sorry, this little girl's hand..."

“We’ll accept it.”

Seeing that the focus had shifted to the unconscious little girl, and that they had cleverly chosen to approach her slowly from the side rather than immediately threatening to kill her.

Sano could basically tell that these people weren't fools.

Well, being an idiot is an advantage, otherwise, like those bank robbers...

cough.

Sano turned his gaze to the blond-haired man, whose face was unusually pale and who looked extremely conflicted.

Sano could probably understand how the blond guy felt at that moment.

Forget it, in the end it's all about me, so I won't let the scapegoat take the blame.

Sano, who had originally planned to secretly open a spatial passage to teleport things over just in case, or even simply teleport away, no longer had time to do that and just walked out carelessly.

Are you looking for me?

"Boss!?"

The blond-haired man, whose face was usually bruised and swollen, turned his head in astonishment.

"Oh, they actually delivered themselves to our doorstep."

The group of people turned around and saw Sano, and they were all taken aback for a moment, then they all smiled.

"Tell me, what brings you here?"

"It's nothing serious, let's talk slowly."

One of them brandished the knife in his hand, pointing the tip at a machine next to Sano, and said, "You'd better show some sincerity and put your hand in."

Sano glanced at the machine.

After failing to discern anything amiss, he glanced around again.

In the end, I temporarily chose to do as the other party said and put my hand inside.

then.

The machine crashed down with a "bang" and merged together.

Sano wasn't seriously injured; his hands were simply locked inside.

"...Is this interesting? It would be much more satisfying to just chop off my hand."

Sano tried to tug at the hand, and when he found it wouldn't budge, he said this.

"Haha, that won't do. Everyone knows that immortal ghosts and gods, even if they are seriously injured, will not have much of an impact on their mobility. Compared to taking one of your hands, we think it's better to make sure you can't move at all."

"That would be safer."

Upon hearing this, Sano pursed his lips beneath his mask.

"So, what do you want to do by locking me up?"

"We don't know that. We'll have to wait until the employer comes to handle it."

...It was within Sano's expectations that an employer would come, but he waited for the employer to arrive.

That's incredibly stupid.

Don't you know the saying "the longer you stay out of it, the more things can go wrong"?

Sano's lips curled up again beneath his mask. Before entering, he had already opened a spatial passage, and his main body would pass through... It would take less than a minute.

But what happened next made it impossible for Sano to smile again.

That guy actually pointed the knife at the little girl again.

Chapters 495 and 498: A Good Way to Dismember a Body

"But in that case, this little girl seems to be useless."

"Or should we just get rid of it?"

Sano's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously tried to get closer, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his hand, which was locked in the machine, even a little bit.

What should I do.

Should we distract these guys with words to buy time for the teleportation?

What if it's too late?

If it were just Sano's problem, it would be much easier to handle.

At worst, Sano could simply give up this body, or even, to put it more bluntly...

It's not impossible to directly destroy the clone and then silence all the witnesses.

Countless thoughts flashed through Sano's mind in two or three seconds.

But one's own body acts faster than the brain.

Sano exerted force with his feet, gathering all his strength in his legs, and sprinted forward.

If Sano is locked up by iron chains.

If things go wrong, they might actually break it.

But that's not the case.

The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to the little girl's snow-white neck.

Sano's eyes grew colder and colder, and the strength in his body increased.

Huang Mao rushed forward in a final struggle, but it was all in vain.

It only worsens the injury.

time.

Every minute and every second is of utmost importance at this moment.

Outside the workshop, half of Sano's main body had already been transferred over.

Speaking might buy some time.

perhaps.

Why do I have to gamble on that possibility?

Blood vessels spread across Sano's eyes, eventually covering his entire eyeball and converging in one spot.

"prick--"

Ok?

The guy closest to Sano turned his head with some confusion.

I noticed that Sano's left upper arm sleeve was torn.

The lining beneath the special forces trench coat was also torn, exposing the skin.

My skin feels constantly tight.

Suddenly it tore open, revealing muscle; the muscle tore open, blood splattered out, revealing white bone.

The bones were cracking.

Finally, it snapped violently in two.

...This guy!?

The black afterimage, trailing spilled blood, instantly traversed a distance of over ten meters.

"boom!!"

With a single punch, the head of the man holding the little girl was slammed to the ground.

The loud, muffled sound was as if it were falling from a building more than ten stories high.

As the ground cracked, no one doubted that the skull had also split open.

His scarlet eyes darted around, drawing two red lines.