Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

It is even worse than a simple and pure monetary transaction.

Speaking of which... there's something a little strange about Amuro Tooru's real name.

How could anyone have a name like Zero?

Even without considering the meaning of the word "zero" in Sano's particular era.

Normally, zero isn't exactly a pleasant name either.

The idiom "cunning and treacherous" is quite fitting for Amuro Tooru.

In addition...

Akai Shuichi’s one, Amuro Toru’s zero.

These two seemingly incompatible guys actually seem to be a surprisingly good match?

I bumped into it! I bumped into it!

After shaking his head and chuckling softly, Sano closed his phone and went to meet up with Gin.

...But when Amuro Tooru was mentioned, Sano thought of his Black Fox disguise again.

This thing was originally assigned to keep an eye on Amuro Tooru.

Amuro Tooru didn't seem to know what he was thinking. Aside from calling Sano to the antique shop at the beginning, he never let him meet him again... They did communicate remotely quite a bit, and between the lines, it was all the concern of a superior for his subordinate.

He seemed to think highly of Sano and wanted to groom him as a younger brother.

The only problem is that we're not "close".

Proximity in a spatial sense.

So much so that every time Gin asked, Sano didn't know what to say to him.

All they can do is ramble on and on, making up random things and muddling through.

What? There's not even a hint of professional ethics for an employee?

They don't even pay salaries, what kind of professional ethics do they have?

After all, as the old saying goes, if you don't get paid, then it can't be considered... well.

"Ugh."

Sano looked up at the sky.

The moon is so round tonight.

……

The next day was a bright and sunny day.

At least when Sano woke up, he felt the air was fresh and his whole body felt refreshed.

When Sano started working on his third novel, he received a mission from a professional assassin platform. After logging in and taking a look, he felt that it wasn't too difficult, so he took out his phone and called Silver Fox Ireland.

He became a hands-off manager and went back to work, but only a few minutes later...

And then another similar task came along.

He went back up to take a look and felt that the difficulty was not too great. After thinking for a moment, Sano took out his phone again, rubbed his fingers together, and sent a text message to the blond guy: "Get to work."

After showing the task details to the blond-haired guy, Sano had just logged out of the website and cleaned up his tracks when... "Ding, you have a new task delivered~"

Sano: "..."

Is this guy insane?

Sano's breath hitched, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

When I clicked on it, sure enough, it was still the same kind of task.

You bastard.

Sano let out a long sigh. Who could he possibly pass the buck to this time...?

Ok?

Sano paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

It seems there really is someone I can dump?

Sano took out his phone again and sent a text message.

At the same time.

In a large mansion somewhere in Tokyo, all the curtains in the windows were drawn tightly, not letting in even a sliver of light from the outside. Not even the lights were on. The only exception was a bonfire burning in the center of the first-floor hall.

Beside the campfire, a dozen or so dark figures were gathered.

In the firelight, the figures flickered, their faces blurred and indistinct.

The entire hall was completely silent. No one made any unnecessary movements; they simply sat there quietly, like stone statues. The only sounds were the occasional crackling of firewood and the rustling of air caused by the heat.

"Dudu-"

With the sound of the phone vibrating, a ray of light finally appeared in the dim light from the phone screen, illuminating a pair of indifferent eyes. But after seeing the text message, those eyes immediately filled with fervor.

"God's command has come."

As soon as the hoarse voice came out, the other dark figures beside him almost simultaneously raised their heads slightly, revealing pairs of eyes filled with the same fanaticism.

"It's time to take action."

All the shadowy figures rose, donned the hoods of their black robes, and then took out masks and put them on.

The capital "F" on the mask is the only embellishment.

……

"Now everything should be fine, right?"

After closing his phone, Sano stuck his butt out and put his feet up on the table.

Having many helpers is so comfortable.

However, before Sano could finish grinning, the fourth task arrived.

Sano: "..."

So, does this mean I have to make the trip myself today?

Sano looked speechless, but he wasn't really angry. After all, he wasn't so stubborn as to argue with an "intelligence." Besides, these "troubles" were all real high-level gold coins. There was no reason not to take them when they were delivered to his door. He was even thinking about trying to find another batch of "tools" to see if he could make a quick buck.

Of course, Sano was just thinking about it.

After all, not just anyone can be Sano's tool.

Ability, character, and most importantly, trust are all indispensable.

In any case, Sano really can't find anyone else he can command right now.

"I still have to make the trip myself... just kidding."

Sano immediately switched to the Black Cat avatar and threw out a clone.

Yes, although the original and the copy are basically interchangeable.

But in the end, there is still a nominal distinction.

If it's not the person themselves who goes, then it can't be considered as going in person, which is reasonable.

The black cat clone quickly entered its black cat form and left through the window.

Sano was multitasking, controlling the clone to travel while his mind wandered to Shuiwen.

Before they even arrived at their destination, Sano's fifth mission came along...

Five consecutive kills in a row!

Well, even God won't let me write.

Sano tossed the mouse aside, shut down the computer, and got up to leave.

...This fifth mission, at least, isn't that damned assassin platform mission.

It was a clichéd rescue mission.

It's probably not Conan, but some unlucky guy affected by the aura of a plague god.

Looking at the location, there's only one, but it's a bit far away.

It takes quite a bit of time to get there in Gunma Prefecture.

"Dudu-"

When his phone vibrated, Sano initially thought it was some progress or problem from someone on one side, but he was surprised to find that the sender was Amuro Tooru, and the text message was from the number associated with the Black Fox alias.

"I have a task. Go and keep an eye on these kids for me. Make sure they don't make any unnecessary moves."

...A few little brats, could they be the Plague God Squad?

Sano narrowed his eyes, calmly accepted the task, and then received a relevant intelligence report—as expected, it was the Plague God Squad.

According to Amuro Tooru, Conan and his friends are going camping with Professor Agasa today, and their destination is Sano's destination.

Gunma Prefecture.

This way, Sano won't break the main body in half to use it.

However, Sano didn't really understand why Amuro Tooru would choose to have him keep an eye on Conan... If it was because he noticed something unusual about the plague god and had some curiosity or even speculation about his true identity, then it shouldn't be him keeping an eye on him, right?

Aren't you afraid that you, as a "bad person," might do something bad?

Sano paused, thinking about Amuro Tooru's original purpose in approaching the Mori family.

What was it again?

...Never mind, none of that matters.

"Let's go, Gunma Prefecture."

……

The scene changes.

The deep mountains at dusk, compared to broad daylight, possessed a slightly more eerie atmosphere.