Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

...Because the "money-making" premise was so strong, Amuro Tooru thought that behind every action of this person in front of him was the purpose of "money".

My apologies, my apologies.

He awkwardly extended his hand and shook hands with Sano.

Amuro Tooru quickly exchanged phone numbers to explain the situation and the subsequent money transaction before slipping away.

Sano then received a text message from Amuro Tooru explaining the details of the commission.

...He could have just said it to my face, but he didn't want to spend even a moment longer with me.

Has this guy become more thin-skinned...? No, wait.

It's probably because they're worried about the money; they feel a pang of heartache just looking at themselves?

After shaking his head, Sano closed his phone, just about to go and take a look.

He then noticed the five-man Plague God Squad following behind him.

"...Why are you following me?"

Aside from the fake loli who had been hiding her head and not daring to make a sound after secretly putting on her hoodie, the other four grinned and said, "Of course, we're here to see what a super big commission of ten million is like."

...The initial thought that nine million was enough to broaden the horizons of the children was outrageous, but the subsequent revelation of ninety million left everyone stunned.

Although it was later reduced to ten million, a significant drop, it was still higher than nine million, but it was affected by the previous round, the third round.

It's really hard to be shocked anymore; all that remains is curiosity.

Sano clicked his tongue: "Fine, come along if you want... But I have to remind you, this is my work time. If anything unexpected happens... out of professional ethics, I will definitely prioritize my work over yours."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The children were pecking at rice like chicks, and it was unclear whether they actually understood or were just going through the motions... or perhaps they simply thought Sano was a superhero.

They certainly wouldn't abandon their own few.

...If it really is the latter, hehehe.

"If you can keep up, then keep up."

Upon hearing Sano's words, the Plague God Squad thought he would speed up his pace.

Sano, however, simply hopped on his electric scooter and twisted the throttle.

"call out!"

Sano strode away, leaving the real children dumbfounded.

"How...how could this be?"

Looking at his short legs, he realized that even a few children might not be able to catch up with a regular electric scooter, let alone one with an abnormally fast speed. He could only hang his head in disappointment.

However, Conan then revealed a mysterious smile, pressed his glasses frame, and a map immediately appeared on the lens: "What a pity, although it wasn't exactly expected, there was my transmitter on that electric scooter."

"Oh~"

The three kids' eyes lit up with excitement, and they revealed lewd smiles: "Conan, you're really naughty... If Sano-nii finds out about this, he'll definitely spank you."

"hey-hey."

Conan gave a lewd smile in return.

"Not at all, you flatter me... As for the future, we'll talk about it later."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Looking at her teammates who seemed more like criminal trainees than detective trainees, the fake loli beside her subtly revealed a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The scene changes.

Sano was grabbing a boy by the head and slapping him repeatedly across the face.

"Will you tell me or not?"

"Snapped!"

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Snapped!"

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Snapped!"

"..."

The boy's face was swollen like a pig's head, and his consciousness was somewhat blurred, let alone speaking—"Bie da li bie da li o suo o suo o quan dou suo".

Hearing the boy's mutterings, Sano, who couldn't quite make out what he was saying, instinctively slapped him again, saying, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Did you leave your vocal cords at home? Speak clearly and louder... Are you fucking insulting me? You're pretty tough, aren't you?"

"Like cloth, like mud, it's as if it created its own dull mud island!"

Two lines of tears fell, and the boy couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into loud sobs.

"What the hell?"

Sano still couldn't understand, but an uncle who had been sitting on a roadside bench and had been watching the whole thing couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but speak up.

He said, "If you want to know something, you should ask first."

Sano was taken aback: "Didn't I ask?"

The middle-aged man blinked.

"Starting from the moment you came into my sight... it seems you haven't asked anything yet. If you really want to ask, you should only ask him whether he'll tell me or not, what he's saying, and whether he's cursing you."

Sano: "..."

"cough."

After coughing, Sano released the boy's head, took out a tissue from his pocket, handed it to him, and said sternly, "Wipe your tears off my face. What kind of man is this, crying and wailing over such a small thing?"

"..."

It would be strange not to cry if you encountered people and things like this.

Whether it's a powerless boy kneeling on the ground or a middle-aged man sitting down.

That's what everyone thought.

"Let's get down to business."

Sano lit a cigarette: "Ten days ago, you stole a car. Where is it?"

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes immediately became evasive.

"What, what's wrong?"

Sano discerned the sounds and roughly figured out what kind of car it was.

Oh, you actually dare to play dumb?

So brave!

Sano exhaled a puff of smoke and immediately reached out to grab the boy's head again.

Upon seeing this, the boy immediately shuddered and frantically crawled backward.

"Lamp, lamp-clothed shrimp, I accidentally made my own mud-filled virtue, what a mud-filled wreck, I'm ruined mud!"

We need to know what kind of car it is to answer.

...I think that's what it means?

Sano narrowed his eyes, too lazy to care whether the kid had changed his mind at the last minute.

He took out his phone and opened the picture attached to the text message sent by Amuro Tooru.

"This one."

After staring at the picture for a while, the boy shakily took out his phone.

Finally, he showed Sano a photo, gave him a name, a number, and an address... and perhaps a piece of advice.

“There are many of them, and it might be dangerous for you to go alone.”

This guy was probably worried that Sano would go there alone in a carefree manner, and then suffer some losses, and then come back to him in a fit of anger.

"Then you don't need to worry."

Sano casually shoved the half-smoked cigarette into the boy's mouth: "You could even make a phone call to let them know, just in case they find out I traced my route from you and then cause you trouble."

The boy quickly shook his head, indicating that he would never do such a thing.

...Amuro Tooru's request was simply to find a car.

According to the text message, the car owner's car was stolen. After some investigation, the thief was found, but there was no evidence.

It cannot be resolved through formal channels.

But if we take a hard line... let's not even talk about whether that's dancing on the edge of the law.

Whether they can outmaneuver their opponents is another matter.

After all, the car owner wasn't very wealthy, and the car wasn't worth much. It just had special sentimental value for him, which is why he wanted to get it back... But no matter what, Sano wouldn't believe Amuro Tooru's excuse that he didn't have the time or the resources to handle the matter.

...Fortunately, Amuro Tooru directly provided the relevant information about this "thread," especially the address, which saved Sano a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, Sano would have to arrange for a job search website to find people before he could even begin, which would not only waste time but also increase the "cost"... However, if that were the case, he might have to discuss it with Amuro Tooru again.

Regarding the issue of adding money.

anyway.

Another point of concern is the group of people currently in possession of the car.

They were a group of delinquent teenagers.

Well, they are delinquents who have crossed the line of the law, but they do not belong to the Black Reaper. It is unknown whether these guys were originally like this, so they disdained to join Sano's ranks, or whether they caused trouble after joining and were expelled. It is also unknown whether Amuro Tooru did this on purpose.

Chapter 577-580, A Man Relying on His Dog's Power

The last point that made Sano feel comfortable.