Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

So much so that Sano only just discovered that this thing seems to have a bug.

This mask needs to be "worn" to be effective.

Putting aside the passive nature of the fox spirit, even if it were an active fox eye, it would still have two holes showing Sano, used to see people and make eye contact.

What about the fox face?

Who is this face mask being used to alter one's appearance for?

Even Sano himself probably can't see it, right?

Without much thought, Sano immediately began to put it into practice—the final result was that the fox face effect was just like the ever-changing effect of the vest.

Simply sketch your new face in your mind, and your face will change.

Most importantly, as long as you take off the mask after changing your face, there won't be any problems. Another point is that the way the mask is worn is more lenient than Sano had thought.

Sano originally thought that wearing it meant wearing it neatly, just like a special attack uniform, that is, putting it on tightly in the front to cover the entire face, but actually, just wearing it was enough.

For example, you can wear it at an angle, backwards, or just stick it to your head.

...Ahem, the reason Sano discovered this was mainly because he hadn't quite grasped the situation at the time. He thought that once the mask was removed, his altered face might revert to its original state, which led him to wonder if there was a bug in the way the mask was worn so that he could reveal his altered face.

But then I thought about it again.

Even if that's really the case, then after changing their face, they still have the mask on their head.

What's the point of face-changing anyway?

However, at least for now, it's not a bad thing... Otherwise, it would be quite uncomfortable to keep your face covered by a mask all day long.

After roughly figuring out how to use the surface layer of the fox demon mask, Sano moved the mask to the upper left of his head, then left the public restroom and blended into the crowd of pedestrians in the Tokyo night, officially beginning his exploration of the deeper usage.

Because of his attire, anyone who brushes past Sano will subconsciously glance at him a couple more times, but that's about it.

In modern society, people rarely wear clothes from the past anymore.

But Japan has put a lot of effort into its ethnic culture.

People often wear kimonos during various festivals and events.

Even on normal days, some people dress like this—Shizuka Hattori is a good example. However, due to the influence of national characteristics, unrelated people rarely point fingers at strangers' behavior.

...They might whisper among themselves to their friends behind their backs, but they would never do it openly, unless they were exceptionally handsome.

They might ask for your number.

After politely declining the seventh girl's friend request, Sano continued on his way.

If possible, Sano naturally doesn't want to attract attention.

Wearing a casual hat is not a good solution that can address the root cause of the problem... Of course, Sano doesn't need a fundamental solution either; in theory, a temporary symptom relief would suffice.

However, the fact that passersby around him were looking at Sano allowed him to better observe the emotions revealed in Sano's eyes... Although he didn't need to make eye contact if he didn't control his emotions, he still needed to see the other person's eyes. A better angle would naturally make it easier to experience the emotions.

Therefore, Sano only used a little bit of stealth technique.

Aside from passersby nearby, people further away wouldn't notice Sano.

Aside from the passersby who looked at Sano with emotions ranging from novelty and surprise to disdain, contempt, and attraction, which can be broadly divided into two extremes,...

For passersby further away, the situation becomes more complicated.

Anger, resentment, jealousy, depression.

Happy, excited, expectant, and peaceful.

They come in all shapes and sizes, with varying degrees of difference and emotional intensity.

Sano wandered through the crowd, not knowing how far or how long he walked, experiencing the emotions in the hearts of all sorts of people.

Through this process, Sano also witnessed many unexpected things.

Make sense.

Sano has always adhered to the principle of not judging people by their appearance.

However, stereotypes are not something you can control just because you want to.

A handsome man with a gentle and humble appearance.

His eyes, however, were filled with a dirty, greedy desire for the male friend beside him.

He has a fierce-looking, bald head, like someone from the underworld.

Looking at an elderly man across the street, his eyes were filled with worry and hesitation.

The boss, sitting in a luxury car and surrounded by a crowd, was filled with sorrow.

The homeless man sitting on the side of the street was watching the ants on the ground with a joyful and happy expression.

to be frank.

There are many contrasts in this world, but when you look at the countless people around the world...

The proportion is very small.

Many people will treat these isolated cases as the norm and then act childishly.

Sano isn't suffering from chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), but these people are indeed quite memorable.

Sano casually pulled out a banknote and tossed it to the homeless man.

After a moment of surprise, the homeless man looked up at Sano, followed by a surge of joy and gratitude, a warm feeling that soothed his heart and soul.

"Thank you, thank you, you're such a kind person. I wish you a long and healthy life, and that your whole family stays healthy!"

...Is this thanking myself or scolding myself?

Sano curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes widening slightly, revealing his purple pupils.

It seems to have brightened up.

Under Sano's deliberate manipulation, the homeless man's face grew increasingly red, and his gaze toward Sano became increasingly ardent, while he uttered flattering words.

It gradually escalated to a point of madness.

"...Are you a god?"

In the end, even the homeless man asked such a question.

god?

Sano was taken aback for a moment.

After regaining his senses, Sano's smile became even more pronounced.

"That's right, I am God."

Sano, shameless as ever, accepted the cringeworthy title. Before the homeless man, whose pupils had constricted and whose breathing had become rapid, could speak, he continued to ask.

"So, young man, would you like to join the church?"

Chapter 524 Chapter 527, FBI open the door! !

The moonlight was bright.

Shuichi Akai was sitting by the window on the second floor, drinking bourbon.

Until the window of the living room on the first floor of Professor Agasa's house next door lit up for a while, then went out again.

Shuichi Akai then finished the drink in his glass and got up to wash up and go to bed.

But after arriving on the first floor...

Shuichi Akai suddenly frowned.

My gaze shifted, and I saw a figure in a black kimono sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper.

"..."

After a two-second silence, Shuichi Akai stepped forward without making a sound.

"I wonder what brings this friend here to someone else's home by entering so abruptly?"

Sano put down the newspaper and turned to look at Shuichi Akai.

Their squinty eyes met, but didn't quite lock.

"Can this be considered your home?"

Upon hearing this, Hideaki Akai immediately fell silent again.

"...Would you like something to drink? Tea, water, wine, or something else?"

Do you have coffee?

"Have."

"Add more sugar and milk, I don't like it bitter."

"Ah."

Not long after, Shuichi Akai brought over a cup of coffee and poured himself a glass of wine.

Seeing Sano drink the coffee without the slightest hesitation, Shuichi Akai asked with a forced smile, "You just drank it without a second thought, aren't you afraid I'll poison it?"

"I'm not afraid of even the most seasoned drug dealers, so why would I be afraid of you?"

Sano responded with a forced smile, "What do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask, what do you want to do?"

Sano rested his chin on his hand: "I don't want to do anything. If I had to say, an interview?"

"interview?"

Shuichi Akai, who was quite puzzled by the answer, tilted his head and asked, "What kind of interview?"

"What else could I possibly need you for an interview? I want to join the FBI, can you handle that?"

"..."

Faced with Sano's barrage of words, Shuichi Akai's brain successfully entered a brief state of malfunction.

Do you know what you're saying?