Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

In particular, Sano was still unclear about the relationship between Ran Mouri and the blond-haired guy.

That's the most important thing.

Sano, in the very beginning, shamelessly pulled the little girl in.

That's because Sano knows that even if he doesn't say anything, Ran Mouri will still do it.

"...Brother, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

The blond guy's unusual behavior was obvious; his face practically screamed "I have something on my mind."

Needless to say, Sano, Ran Mouri, and Conan are no longer children.

Since Huang Mao didn't say anything, naturally no one would deliberately touch his sore spot—except for real kids.

The blond-haired guy gave a perfunctory reply, sounding somewhat impatient.

The little girl considered the two to be very good friends, so she naturally continued to ask questions.

As a result, he was cursed at by the blond-haired guy who lost control of his emotions.

"Who the hell are you being unfair to?"

Sano wasn't going to tolerate the blond guy; he immediately stomped on him.

This also gave Huang Mao an outlet for his frustrations.

The little girl is still a child, no matter how much the blond-haired guy loses control of his emotions.

It's impossible to say that they took action.

But Sano is different.

The blond-haired man stood up and punched Sano in the face.

Amidst gasps of surprise, Sano dodged the blond-haired man's fist and slapped him across the face.

"Senior, stop hitting him!"

Ran Mouri was surprised that a simple dinner could turn into a fight, and she quickly tried to break it up.

But before Ran Mouri could even make a move, the difference in skill was already clear.

Huang Mao's mentality has collapsed. He's been locked up at home for who knows how long without eating or sleeping.

He was so weak that an ant could be thrown over his shoulder.

Sano didn't even have to exert much effort to make the kid collapse to the ground.

"You bastard..."

With bloodshot eyes, the blond-haired man tried to get up and fight again.

"I don't care what grievances you suffered, if you want to throw a tantrum, go home and do it there."

Sano coldly looked down at the blond-haired man.

The blond-haired man gritted his teeth and asked, "I'm asking you, do you know what the boss's current situation is?"

...Boss, Black Death?

Ran and Conan, sensing the juicy gossip, blinked curiously.

Ok……

Sano raised an eyebrow; although he didn't say anything explicitly, he roughly understood what the blond-haired guy was talking about.

"So what if I know?"

"Since you know that, why are you still eating so happily? Aren't you two very good friends? Aren't you worried at all?"

Huang Mao suddenly fell silent again, clutching his head in self-mockery, tears streaming down his face.

"Yeah, after all, it has nothing to do with you. I'm the culprit. I'm the one who caused the boss to lose a hand. It's all my fault..."

At the sound of the blond-haired boy's whimpering, Ran Mouri and Conan, who had been looking strange because they believed that real men don't cry, immediately changed their expressions.

Black Death, lost a hand?

how come?

What kind of situation did that guy encounter to suffer such a huge loss?

In Conan's and the other person's hearts.

While the Black Death's image can't be truly described as invincible, it's not far off.

At least in Conan's view, unless it's a humanoid self-propelled artillery turret like Rye, only dozens or hundreds of fully armed super professionals with heavy firepower could possibly prevent him from even running away.

What kind of terrifying forces is that guy dealing with?

In a daze, Conan suddenly realized a detail.

Huang Mao is supposed to be Black Reaper's second-in-command, but right now he's crying like a child.

Ultimately, isn't Huang Mao just a child?

Black Reaper is just a delinquent organization full of delinquent youths.

Young man, young man.

Those were all high school students, roughly the same age as Conan himself.

The same applies to blond-haired people, and it also applies to black people.

A group of children who have to walk on the edge of black and white, on the edge of a knife, all day long.

This is something that the Japanese government should be doing.

Now, it's a group of people who have to bear the burden.

Conan was momentarily confused. What was wrong with this world?

...Sano was naturally aware of this limitation.

However, the Black Reaper is no longer just a delinquent organization, and the blond-haired guy, as the second-in-command, cannot simply be an ordinary delinquent.

Sano continued to look down coldly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

“First, I’m not familiar with Black Death, so what he does has nothing to do with me. Second, those who kill will be killed in return. From the moment he embarked on this path, he was prepared for anything. It’s not surprising that he would lose a hand or even his head. But you are the one who is.”

"It seems you're not prepared for this. Not only are you acting immaturely, but you're also crying like a child. If you don't even have this much awareness, I suggest you step down as soon as possible and go back to playing your delinquent child's house. That might be better."

At this point, Sano paused, then added a sentence.

Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I think you should think carefully about how to prevent similar incidents from happening again in the future.

In front, the blond-haired man's eyes gradually darkened.

It's obvious that he understands exactly what Sano means.

There should be praise as well as criticism; a slap followed by a treat is what makes things balanced.

Although Sano's can hardly be considered candy.

But at least the effect is the same.

First, calm Huang Mao down, that is, dispel the fog, and then give him a direction.

Whether the blond guy will be able to reach the finish line or not depends on him.

"I understand, thank you."

The blond-haired man got up, thanked Sano, apologized to the little girl, and then quickly left.

Sano watched the blond-haired guy's retreating figure—oh well, I should just tell this kid that taking a taxi is actually more convenient than running on foot.

Sano ignored Conan and Ran's curious expressions and left without even saying goodbye, making the two even more eager to see what was going on.

The two were genuinely curious.

What happened in the Black Death region, and how is it now?

Judging from Sano's current state, and considering previous experiences, this is likely the case.

Both of them were well aware of this, even though Sano knew it.

If you ask, you'll most likely be ignored or given a perfunctory answer.

Looking at Sano's back downstairs, Conan suddenly had a guess.

...Could it be that Sano didn't actually know what happened, and only realized he had overlooked something important after the blond guy's actions, and then went to find Blackie?

Should we follow them and take a look?

When I came to my senses, Sano had already disappeared from my sight.

Well, I can't follow along even if I wanted to.

Inside an internet cafe.

Sano, having switched identities, quickly logged onto a website and opened one.

group.

That's right, it's a chat group.

...The pace of technological development in this world is faster than Sano had anticipated.

The earliest brain computers could only play boring games like Minesweeper.

Later, it went a step further and was able to provide office space for many ordinary people.

Now it's almost the same as the era of advanced internet development in Sano's previous life.

The same goes for mobile phones; even smartphones seem to have already been released.

I wonder if, once you switch to a smartphone, these things that you normally only use on a computer will also be available on your phone.

...Never mind.

Sano came all the way to the internet cafe precisely because he was worried about being hacked.

Chapter 498, 501, Schrödinger's Pink

Sano typed rapidly on the keyboard.