Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Inspector Megure scratched his face. Although he felt that the man's behavior was very strange, it did not stop him from grasping the key point and asking, "Since you have no clues to provide, are you getting involved in this to solve the case directly...? Could it be that you are actually a detective?"

As soon as he said that, Inspector Megure's eyes immediately turned strange.

He kept looking Sano up and down—was he some kind of new plague? No.

A new brother has appeared?

Fortunately, Sano gave a negative answer.

"I'm not a detective."

However, before Inspector Megure could even begin to feel conflicted, relieved, or disappointed, Sano spoke up again: "But I know who the murderer is."

"What!?"

Inspector Megure's round belly jiggled: "Are you serious!?"

"Ah."

Sano raised his hand and moved the mask from the side of his head to the front, turning his head to look at the long-haired woman who had stopped and was standing right next to him, her face deathly pale.

"Don't you think so, miss?"

The long-haired woman trembled immediately upon being called out, and turned her head in terror to look at Sano.

The long-haired woman was startled again when she saw the mask so close to Sano's face.

fear.

This was the third look of fear that Sano had seen in the long-haired woman's eyes.

The fear of killing someone, the fear of having the truth exposed... the latter should perhaps originally be called worry, but after Sano said those words, it must have been fear.

Of course, Sano would determine that the long-haired woman was the murderer.

Besides fear, there were also various other emotions such as tension, excitement, and pleasure. These emotions combined as if they were written on the long-haired woman's face—I am the murderer, I killed someone, I feel happy, but also a little scared.

Emotions give rise to thoughts, and thoughts influence behavior.

When a person's thoughts become so strong that they cannot be stronger, they will take corresponding actions.

It was inevitable.

As long as Sano manipulates the target's emotions, he can rearrange or even directly modify the "words" on their face.

Sano's eyes widened slightly.

From the distance, the long-haired woman could clearly see the faint red light emanating from it.

However, due to her intense emotional fluctuations, the long-haired woman had no interest in paying attention.

Because the situation already had a slightly lowered willpower attribute, it was further reduced by the manipulation of Fox Eyes, and then affected by the aura attribute of Beast Eyes.

Sano now even feels that he can turn the long-haired woman into a madwoman at any time.

However, this was not Sano's main purpose.

"You killed them."

Sano took a step toward the long-haired woman.

"No, I didn't..."

"Because you hate her, you wish you could tear her to pieces."

Chapter 528-531, Hypnotist?

Sano suppressed the long-haired woman's fear, but what swelled within her was the pleasure she felt from killing the short-haired woman, and her disdain for him.

...disdainful that their methods were so sophisticated that they could never be exposed.

In fact, Sano Dai could have chosen to let fear engulf the long-haired woman.

That way, once the long-haired woman's mental state breaks down, she will likely confess on her own.

But that wouldn't be interesting. What Sano wants to see is the upper limit of fox eyes.

"Yes, I hate her, but I didn't kill her."

The long-haired woman's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, and her rationality briefly returned.

Why do you hate her?

Sano deliberately evoked the long-haired woman's dislike for the short-haired woman.

To be more precise, it might be called hatred.

The long-haired woman's face quickly went from rosy to a sickly flush.

"Because she killed our friend..."

"So you killed her."

"I……"

"It felt good to kill her, didn't it?"

Sano had already come up behind the long-haired woman, leaned out and whispered in her ear: "Hot blood splattered out, her pain, her fear, her regret... none of it can make up for the hatred in your heart."

"She killed your friend, but she shows no remorse whatsoever. She continues to live happily in this world, while you can do nothing but watch helplessly."

Sano spoke at a moderate pace and with a neutral tone.

But it is like the whisper of a demon, carrying a deadly allure.

Every word he uttered seemed to transform into invisible threads, tugging at the long-haired woman's heart, her emotions, her mind, her thoughts, her mouth, her language, her body, and even her actions.

Until finally, the whole body is completely connected, and the fingers are moved.

"...You're just a piece of trash."

"Do not!!"

The long-haired woman's features were already distorted like those of a demon.

"I did do something!"

"I killed her, I killed her with my own hands!"

"It's because that bastard cheated on both sides, she deserves to die!!"

"She knew perfectly well that Oda was with me at that time, yet she still seduced him, which led to Narita's suicide due to the unbearable shock. She's a demon!!"

"She died a good death, I'm so glad, I'm so happy, hahaha!!!"

"..."

The toilet was deathly silent, except for the long-haired woman's rapid breathing.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed, never expecting the long-haired woman to confess so readily. The other suspects, on the other hand, were shocked and puzzled by her motive for murder.

"Um, Narita is..."

Inspector Megure snapped out of his daze and began questioning the suspects standing nearby.

Finally, the answer was obtained.

Narita was once a fellow enthusiast of these clay shooting hobbyists.

Just a year ago, Narita died in an accidental shooting.

It was only at this point that they realized that the guy had actually committed suicide.

"And then there's Oda..."

"it's me."

The dark-skinned man raised his hand, looking at the long-haired woman who, after Sano lost control of his emotions, gradually calmed down, and whose face instantly turned deathly pale again.

"Did you kill her because she cheated on you, or because of that Narita?"

"...Heh, perhaps it's both."

After a moment of silence, the long-haired woman gave a self-deprecating laugh and finally gave up struggling.

However, the dark-skinned man explained the true situation.

It turns out that this wasn't the first or second time the short-haired woman had used the dark-skinned man as a shield. On the day Narita had his accident, he was too worried about the long-haired woman who was at home with a cold, which is why he didn't explain the situation to her in time.

This led to the tragedy of that day, and to the tragedy of today.

"you……"

The long-haired woman blushed again.

But this time it's just because I'm shy... um.

Then the dark-skinned man said that he would wait until the long-haired woman came out.

The two completely ignored the current situation and atmosphere, and showed off their affection.

They were practically stuffing a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) into the mouths of those around them, regardless of whether they wanted it or not.

"Alright, enough said. Since you've already admitted it, please come with us first. Perhaps this can be treated as a confession."

Inspector Megure said helplessly.

After watching Inspector Megure escort the long-haired woman away, and the other suspects returning to their respective homes, Conan turned his gaze to Sano, who was removing his mask.

"Are you... a hypnotist?"

"Ok?"

Sano's smile widened further: "How so?"

"On the surface, it seems that you made that guy confess, as if it was just a simple rhetorical maneuver, at most using some psychological techniques. But anyone who knows a little bit can see that it is absolutely impossible for your few simple words to make a normal adult lose his mind."

Conan pushed up his glasses: "There must be some factor that propelled your words to achieve even greater effect... Besides hypnosis, I really can't think of anything else that could do such a thing."

"...Hypnosis is such an unscientific thing."

Faced with Sano's "doubts," Conan said, "No, hypnosis is real, but it's not as unscientific as it's portrayed in movies and novels. The kind of hypnosis that turns people into puppets is almost like brainwashing. But what you just did is still quite reasonable."

Sano nodded.

"I see."