Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Conan's mind was in complete chaos; he was simply making inferences on instinct.

Although recent communication has decreased, it can even be said to be close to zero.

Sano has always been Conan's core support, a pillar of strength behind him. When he's around, the sense of security is truly different.

Even if there is no such reason.

We're friends after all, there's some affection between us.

Didn't you see Ran Mouri next to you? She's almost in tears.

But just then...

The little girl on the ground suddenly couldn't help but let out a "hey".

"?"

The two were dumbfounded. Looking down, they saw a little girl with her lips tightly pursed.

"..."

Ran Mouri crouched down and nudged the little girl.

There was no movement; it remained as still as a corpse.

This time, however, Ran Mouri had calmed down, and since they were a little closer, the little girl's breath and the slight rise and fall of her chest and stomach were already quite noticeable to her.

Ran Mouri was silent for a few seconds, then put her fingers into the little girl's armpit.

"Hahaha... Sister, you're cheating! That's not fair!"

The little girl immediately sat up, and after laughing, she said with a hint of resentment.

"So he was just faking his death after all."

Ran Mouri and Conan turned their heads away, their eyes wide with exasperation and their lips twitching.

"So that's how it is..."

Seeing that Sano was still lying there motionless, Ran Mouri shouted angrily.

"Senior, are you still pretending?!"

Startled by Ran Mouri's fierce roar, Sano sat up abruptly.

"What's wrong? Is it evening already? Dinner can be served..."

After Sano made a "slurp" sound, he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, looked around in a daze with sleepy eyes, and was immediately puzzled when he saw Ran Mouri.

What are you doing here?

"..."

"Hey, Uncle, you're cheating too! Didn't you say we couldn't fall asleep?!"

The little girl pointed at Sano.

Her face flushed red, and she angrily uttered accusations from a moral high ground.

"Ah, it was just an accident. I guess I'll just take it as a loss then."

"Yes, yes, I won!"

The little girl danced around for a few seconds, then stopped.

...I feel like something's not quite right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Ran Mouri and her partner silently observe.

He looked left and then right, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Seniors, what exactly are you competing for? Are you comparing who can lie down the longest?"

Sano scratched his head, yawned, and casually said, "It's not a competition, it's a game."

"...What game?"

"The Corpse Game".

"..."

This time, Ran Mouri didn't press the matter further, because she could roughly guess what it was: the Corpse Game.

What kind of outrageous game is this?

"So, is there something you need from me?"

Sano inquired about the important matter.

Ran Mouri shook her head, indicating that it was nothing serious, and then picked up the box in her hand.

"I stopped by on my way home from school to drop off some of the sushi I bought."

"Oh."

Sano smacked his lips: "But I don't eat this stuff."

Conan was taken aback: "You don't like sushi?"

Is that strange?

Sano lit a cigarette: "It's better to just eat rice balls."

"But I've already brought it."

Sano pulled the little girl over: "Then let's eat some together."

"Uh-huh."

Ran Mouri immediately took out some sushi, thought for a moment, and then set aside a small portion to take back to her father.

The rest were divided among a group of people.

Sano only ate one—no matter how much time passed, he just couldn't get used to this stuff.

Sano ate it out of curiosity in his past life.

Not only were they ridiculously expensive, with a bunch of dishes costing tens of dollars, but the actual meal only cost about ten dollars?

They threw them all in the trash can, and some people said it was because they weren't authentic enough.

If you eat it in Japan, it will definitely be delicious.

Looking at it now, ha, it's not much different; it's still as bad as it used to be.

During the conversation, Ran Mouri brought up a topic.

On the way here, I saw a lot of construction work going on in the streets near Sano's house, and I was a little curious whether Uni-President was going to hold some kind of event.

"No, it should be that Nadutong Company moved here."

Sano explained the truth, and there was nothing to hide, nor could it be concealed anyway.

The signboard will have to be put up sooner or later.

As for why NaDuTong moved here...

That's naturally because of the previous wave of attacks by the blond guy.

To be precise, it's because of this little girl.

As a high-ranking member of the Black Reaper, Huang Mao was easily targeted, and this wasn't the first or second time. However, he couldn't really act like the high-ranking members of other organizations. Originally, he planned to just move away from here.

But Sano reconsidered.

The fact that Huang Mao is gone doesn't mean the root of the problem has been solved.

Sano's true identity appears to be legitimate, but there are certain risks involved if you delve deeper. Even on the surface, he is still connected to the Plague God.

So Sano simply moved Natoto here.

This allows the Black Reaper members in the Tokyo area to gather here regularly.

If problems arise, they can be easily handled by turning the base into a stronghold.

Besides being able to take care of this little girl on a regular basis, Sano's true identity might also benefit from this... After all, this thing definitely improves the security of the entire surrounding area.

Of course, it's not just accessible everywhere.

In order to allow these tools to stay here for a more reasonable amount of time.

Sano also opened some other shops.

Restaurants, bookstores, clothing stores, etc.

The shop assistants inside are naturally all Black Reaper's men.

Sano's goal is to transform Beika's Fourth Street into the Fourth Street of the Black Death.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

The image of the blond-haired guy had just flashed through Sano's mind.

Huang Mao, looking haggard, walked out of the house with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Oh, good afternoon! Shall we have some sushi together?"

Ran Mouri, unusually familiar with the blond-haired man, invited him to join her for dinner.

...When Sano and his small group meet up here, they often sit in the corridor or downstairs at the stairwell, even for dinner.

They also didn't go inside to eat.

And Huang Mao, perhaps because he was already quite familiar with Ran Mouri, didn't refuse.

Then it can't be said that Ran Mouri is naturally outgoing... it should be said that she is outgoing with both sides.

That makes perfect sense.

Chapter 497, 500 words: A slap followed by a candy

The owner of the sushi was not Sano after all.

Therefore, when Sano saw the blond-haired man, he didn't even bother to greet him.

It felt strange because there was no politeness after the call.