Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Conan: "?"

What does this guy mean by his sudden realization?

"Thank you for your explanation of the settings."

Sano waved his hand, completely ignoring the bewildered Conan, and left first.

Actually, what Conan just said is not much different from what Sano was thinking.

From psychology, which has a lower barrier to entry and is widely used—such as negotiation skills, psychotherapy, criminal profiling, and even magic.

Then comes the next level of hypnosis, and finally, Ito Taka's kind of brainwashing.

This was Sano's original understanding of what constituted a system.

Or, to put it another way, three special skills that are similar in all aspects, ranging from low to high.

The effect that Sano can achieve with his fox eyes is at the level of hypnosis.

But Sano was not satisfied with this.

Sano wanted to reach the level of brainwashing, which is why he asked Ito Taka for instruction.

Even if it doesn't reach the level of brainwashing.

At the current level, even if it grows a little longer, it won't be a loss.

Furthermore, the brainwashing mentioned here is different from the brainwashing that Sano originally understood.

There are also differences.

Sano's original understanding of brainwashing was that the target couldn't sense anything wrong, yet obeyed orders without question—like the homeless man from before, and Ito Taka's true friends, which were pretty much like that.

These brainwashed people still possess subjective consciousness; they are centered on Sano, or rather, on him. However, they may suddenly come to their senses.

The brainwashing mentioned here refers to Ito Taka's puppets.

It possesses a certain level of thinking ability, but has lost all subjective consciousness. It simply follows Ito Taka's orders like a machine, even if it means death.

Whether such brainwashed people will still experience emotional fluctuations is a question.

Chapter 529, 532, Is Gin going through menopause?

Ito Taka moved very quickly.

Sano had just left the crime scene when the text message arrived.

It's a photograph.

The photos show identification documents for members on the periphery of the organization.

Or you could say it's proof that Sano's job application was approved.

Sano immediately sent the photo to Shuichi Akai, and after successfully getting a row of points, he soon received an FBI employment approval certificate.

It's another day of harvest.

After closing his phone, Sano, in a good mood, hummed a little tune.

Sano got involved in that case because it triggered a crime-solving mission.

As for why he didn't participate under his own pseudonym, it was simply because he wanted to make an appearance.

After all, this persona belongs to an FBI agent.

It's only a matter of time before he meets Conan again... Actually, since the last time he went by the Black Cat alias, Sano has been trying to stay away from the plot and the characters as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, we still ended up running into each other.

Sano simply stopped caring, since it wasn't a big deal anyway.

If we really need it in the future, we can just make another one. It's no big deal.

Sano turned and headed to the meeting place he had arranged with Gin to paddle around for the day.

It was just rather unexpected.

The water was a bit difficult to navigate today; to be precise, the waterway was quite long.

A business trip.

The destination wasn't actually that far.

It's roughly the distance we can reach by daybreak if we set off now, but considering the round trip time and paddling time, it will take at least two or three hours.

"Vodka, stay in Tokyo and continue with your work."

Before leaving, Gin gave Vodka some instructions and then led Sano into the station.

Don't ask me why I drove to Osaka last time, but this time it's not even as far as Osaka, so I'm not driving.

Last time, vodka and gin took turns driving.

Who will Gin trade with this time?

Sano?

joke.

It was just a mission; why would Gin risk his beloved car?

However, when buying tickets, after Sano and Gin handed over their identification documents, the ticket seller looked at the two documents with curiosity and asked, "Kurosawa Jin, Kurosawa Yu... are you... brothers?"

Kurosawa...Yu?

Gin raised an eyebrow, looking at Sano with some surprise and speechlessness.

Sano went to learn how to make fake documents, and Gin, of course, knew about it.

Gin has heard directly or indirectly about the number of pseudonyms Sano has used, which exceeds ten. Some of them are unremarkable, while others are extremely outrageous. But the one as outrageous as today's is like a virgin being carried in a sedan chair for the first time.

It's not that Gin felt particularly upset that Sano used his name as a reference.

It's just a fake name.

Gin unconsciously recalled another unpleasant fake name.

As for that talkative staff member...

Gin has always been too lazy to bother with it.

There are always some curious and talkative people in this world who will naturally shut up if they don't get a response.

However, just because Gin is too lazy to pay attention doesn't mean Sano is too lazy to pay attention.

"Yes, brother, I am the elder brother and he is the younger brother."

Sano said to the man with a grin.

"Hey?"

The staff member was taken aback, and both he and Gin typed a question mark.

The staff looked at Gin, who was at least thirty years old, and then at Sano, who was standing behind the tall man and wearing a hat, making his face somewhat obscured. But judging from his clothes and build, he was at most...

Twenty years old?

If it wasn't that short-haired guy in the hat who looked too young, then it must be this long-haired guy who looked far too precocious...

Before the staff could speak again, Gin snorted coldly.

They said they were in a hurry and urged the staff to speed things up.

"Okay, okay."

After the staff took the tickets, Gin glanced at Sano but didn't say anything more... At least he didn't mention that the two were father and son; if he had said that, it would have been a mistake.

If Sano is the father and Gin is the son... well...

Gin's lips twitched, and a vein bulged on his forehead beneath his black top hat, his anger rising from the scene he had imagined.

"Seriously, Gin-sama? It was just a small favor I took from you. Is it really necessary to get so angry? Relax and don't ruin your health."

Through Gin's retreating figure, Sano could vaguely sense the anger in his heart.

He couldn't help but speak up.

"Hmph, none of your business."

Gin snorted again, giving Sano no chance to ask any more questions. He found a seat further inside and sat down, sulking to himself.

...What's going on? Is it Aunt Flo, no, Uncle Flo's here?

Sano sat next to him, glancing at Gin out of the corner of his eye—or was he just getting old and entering menopause? By the way, is there such a thing as menopause for men?

Sano fell into deep thought.

"Dudu-"

Suddenly, Sano's phone received a text message.

I took it out and glanced at it; it was the account of the original user's alias. The text message was from [unclear - possibly a placeholder or error].

"Boss, we've found a part-time worker, but..."

Why only say half of what you mean?

Sano scratched his face and replied, "But what?"

"But this part-time worker is your boss..."

"???"

Sano was stunned for a moment, and then...

In the photo, Amuro Tooru, wearing work clothes, is chatting and laughing with Miyasu Aiko.

Sano: "..."

When Anteiku opened, Amuro Tooru went to offer his congratulations.

Therefore, the donation of iliac crests and locusts is like a falcon standing tall, and the uniform illusion of the emperor is like a servant serving.

This guy hasn't shown his face for a while, so why would he suddenly decide to work at my shop?

Sano narrowed his eyes, and two routes quickly flashed through his mind.