Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Medicine, weapons, intelligence—that guy is one of the strongest local bullies in Osaka.

In conclusion.

Sano doesn't think this bug bought a gun just to play with as a toy.

Chapter 518, 521, Hattori Heiji: Someone really died?

I just don't know which unlucky guy will die.

Could it be one of the other two athletes?

The thought had barely formed when a guy with extremely high "plague god" attributes appeared.

The appearance of the three people was originally intended to be a stage similar to a press conference.

The host allowed the guests to ask questions freely.

And sure enough, a guy just popped up and asked a random question.

Of course, at first, the problems were quite normal.

Some people have asked why this hotel has such a name.

The football player immediately explained the details.

The term "3K" refers to three words that begin with the letter K, representing one of the three individuals' respective fields of expertise.

Then a fat foreign man stood up and mocked, saying that there might even be a K that starts with something dirty.

The two sides were highly charged and engaged in a heated exchange, mixing Japanese and English.

Sano gets information from the gossip of those around him.

This fat man is actually a gossip reporter for Amelica, whose main business is making money by exposing the scandals of athletes to gain traffic.

The three people on stage have all tried to ride on the coattails of the trend in different ways.

For example, that boxer, who was once questioned, had an undefeated career and retired with a perfect record, which was too outrageous. He must have bribed the referee to fix the match.

For example, that baseball player was reported to have cheated on his wife, which led to his divorce.

For example, that football goalkeeper was once reported to have used illegal substances... Oh, that's true, not a fake report, so let's look at it this way.

Perhaps the first two are true too?

"Hey, Hattori."

Sano suddenly asked Hattori Heiji, "Do you have a grudge against any of the three owners of this hotel, or against all of them?"

"what?"

Hattori Heiji blinked in bewilderment.

"No, I don't know them at all, how could I possibly have a grudge against them?"

"If you drag this kid over here, how are they supposed to open their business?"

Heiji Hattori glanced at Conan and typed a row of dots.

"Seriously, bro? What's the connection between these two things?"

"Have you forgotten about the Beidou Star No. 3 vehicle that was just wrecked?"

Hearing Sano's words, Hattori Heiji added a row of dots: "That's just a coincidence, right? No, we're detectives, can't we be a little more scientific?"

"Oh."

Sano was too lazy to refute, but instead stroked his chin and looked at the foreign reporter, saying, "I see a faint black aura between his eyebrows, which means he doesn't have much time left. It seems that he will be affected by you plague gods this time."

"It's probably him."

"What do you mean by calling us a few plague gods?"

Hattori Heiji glared at him and retorted with dissatisfaction, "It's one thing to call that guy a plague god, but what about me? You can't criticize me just because you're criticizing him."

What is the logic behind this?

Just now we were talking about science, and now only Conan can get sick, but Heiji Hattori can't?

The ship of friendship capsized really fast.

In other words, Conan's attention was entirely on the stage, and he didn't hear Hattori Heiji's words.

Otherwise, he'd probably show his signature dead fish eyes again.

"By the way, was this the size of this guy before he retired?"

After a moment of silence, Sano suddenly changed the subject and asked a question that caught Hattori Heiji off guard.

After confirming that Sano was referring to the boxer in the ring, Hattori Heiji replied, "Probably. Although I'm not particularly interested in boxing and haven't specifically looked into this champion, he is a well-known figure. I've occasionally seen his picture in the newspaper before."

Has he been retired for a long time?

"No, not really, only a year or two, I think?"

"Oh."

What do you want to do by asking this?

Sano stroked his chin: "I want to practice with him."

He's a world boxing champion, and a world boxing champion with an undefeated professional career.

Even though he's been retired for a year and a half, he can still be considered to be in his physical peak condition. If that gossip reporter's report is false and constitutes slander, then doesn't that mean...?

Is this guy even better at fighting than Makoto Kyogoku?

Heiji Hattori, seeing the eagerness in Sano's eyes, quickly grabbed him: "Brother, calm down. He's a world champion. Even if he's retired, that's still true. If you really fight, you'll suffer if you lose, and you won't fare any better if you win. Don't make things difficult for yourself."

Even Ran Mouri, who, like Conan, had her eyes fixed on the goalkeeper.

Everyone's attention was drawn by Sano's words.

"Senior, when did you become so interested in this kind of thing?"

Sano's words just now reminded Ran Mouri of Makoto Kyogoku... Why is it that even though she is quite strong, she has never been in such a warlike state? Is this some kind of necessary standard for advancing to the top level?

Wouldn't that be Sano?

"Just kidding."

Sano waved his hand: "Besides, they would never agree to it. There's no benefit in winning, which is only natural. Losing is shameful. I'm not stupid."

"Haha, yes."

The topic was dropped, and that little farce was caused by that gossip reporter.

That too has passed.

The host quickly changed the subject, asking if anyone else had a question.

However, after that wave, no one spoke up again.

Only Ran Mouri, after hesitating for a while, raised her hand.

"I!"

Ran Mouri immediately became the center of attention.

However, after going on stage, Ran Mouri didn't ask any questions. Instead, she asked the goalkeeper to sign his autograph for her... Of course, it wasn't because she was a fan of the goalkeeper, but because a certain troublemaker was a fan of the goalkeeper.

This prompted Heiji Hattori to slap Conan on the back of the head.

"Remember to call and thank them later."

"I know, do you need to tell me?"

Conan scratched the back of his head and muttered to himself.

On stage, the host was initially hesitant to refuse, but the goalkeeper surprisingly agreed on his own and even took out what appeared to be a limited-edition jersey, signed it, and gave it to Ran Mouri.

Kazuha Toyama also noticed the differences in the limited-edition gifts prepared by the three athletes, such as the number eight on the soccer jersey, the number ninety-nine on the baseball jersey, and the number four after all the signatures on the boxing gloves.

...It was clearly a clue, but Sano didn't bother with it.

The banquet continued until it came to an end.

Only then did the real story begin.

The goalkeeper, known as "Mr. Lei," asked Ran Mouri for help, saying he wanted to create a "K" shape on the hotel building's surface by controlling the lights in each room as a little surprise.

Yeah, they probably wanted to get rid of that reporter using some method.

An alibi should be the key point.

Sano didn't stop her, and just watched as Ran Mouri directed the three athletes to adjust the arrangement of the lights until the lights were just right.

"boom!"

A gunshot shattered the glass of the dimly lit room.

"What's going on!?"

Three heads popped out of the window, but the room from which the gunshot had been heard was completely different.

Hattori Heiji's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but glance at Sano.

Could it be that this guy was right and someone died?

Before Heiji Hattori could react, Conan and Kogoro Mouri rushed into the hotel, leaving Heiji with no choice but to put aside his thoughts and quickly follow.

Upon arriving at the room where the shooting occurred, the group of people who arrived one after another unsurprisingly all saw the gossip reporter, Amelika, lying on the ground with a gunshot wound to the chest, her eyes wide open, covered in blood, and no longer breathing.

"It's too late, call the police!"

Under Kogoro Mouri's deep command, Heiji Hattori stared blankly at the corpse on the ground. When he came to his senses, he suddenly turned to look at Sano.

...Just as Sano said, it's one thing for someone to die, but the fact that it just so happens to be this foreign gossip reporter is a bit much.

Isn't that outrageous?

Does this guy really have some kind of superpower that allows him to see through a person's fate?

Then, recalling what I knew before, Sano had a habit of patting people on the shoulder, which led to rumors that he could use this to judge a person's good or evil.

It's called something like the Hand of Judgment... Impossible, absolutely impossible!