Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

This group of delinquents is not far from Sano's current location; in fact, they are very close—just a few steps away from a car repair shop.

If you were riding a small electric scooter, it would probably be...

Sano paused in his steps.

I saw several children surrounding my electric scooter parked by the roadside.

Exhale.

"You're really brave, daring to install a transmitter on my car?"

Sano didn't need to use his brain at all to understand what was going on. He grabbed Conan's ear and lifted him up, making the plague god yell "Ouch, ouch, ouch" while subconsciously and frantically tiptoeing to relieve the pain.

"This was an accident, an accident!"

With tears in his eyes, Conan tried to pry Sano's hand away and quickly retorted, "When I got off that van earlier, I accidentally dropped the transmitter, and it just so happened to fall on your car. That's why I wanted to come here quickly and get it back."

"There's absolutely no ulterior motive behind it!"

"Do you think I believe you?"

Sano pulled Conan's ear up a little more, making the plague god scream even more miserably.

"Gently, gently, my ear is going to fall off, it's really going to fall off!"

"..."

The three real children standing nearby were already sweating profusely at the sight before them, barely daring to breathe—they had a feeling that this superhero wasn't as friendly and good-natured as they had originally imagined.

...Fortunately, Conan took all the blame for this.

At least I managed to save a few of my ears.

After a small lesson.

Sano didn't actually tear off Conan's ear; he just touched it and stopped.

Conan, who was rubbing his ears, was taken aback when he saw Sano get back on his electric scooter.

"What, are you already planning to leave...? Has the request been resolved?"

"Almost there, just one last push."

Before Conan could decide whether he should start to feel disappointed, Sano had already twisted the accelerator.

"call out!"

Sano's figure receded into the distance.

Conan stood there dumbfounded, not yet able to come to his senses, when he noticed another one, uh, "pig-headed boy," sneaking out from the side.

He nervously watched the direction Sano had left in.

...Conan could probably understand why this guy was a pig-headed boy.

After glancing around, Conan leaned over and tugged at the pig-headed boy's sleeve.

"Hey, do you know my uncle?"

"...Your uncle?"

"Yes, it's the one who was wearing sunglasses and riding away on an electric scooter just now."

"..."

The pig-headed boy began to tremble involuntarily.

Conan, on the other hand, smiled.

A few minutes later.

Conan and his friends ran all the way and finally found Sano wearing a Kurosawa vest in a car repair shop. Next to him were several boys wearing car repair shop uniforms and also with pig heads on their heads.

Sano was sitting on a removed tire, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, holding a stolen baseball bat, occasionally poking a certain pig-headed boy.

"Ok?"

Noticing the members of the Plague Squad entering the store, Sano paused for a second before getting up to grab Conan's ear again: "You're really brave, kid. How many transmitters did you install in my car?"

"Hey hey!"

Conan quickly covered his ears and backed away.

"No, I didn't!"

"We just happened to run into that guy whose head you beat up, and that's how we found out you were coming here, so we followed you!"

Seeing Conan's flustered explanation, Sano narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

"I doubt you'd dare."

After withdrawing his hand, Conan breathed a sigh of relief and then looked curiously at the pig-headed boys beside him, asking, "So, what exactly do you want to do... What does Amuro Tooru's request require you to do?"

"You're making such a fuss. Just guess for yourself, don't bother me."

Sano sat back down on the tire, and Conan, observing this, thoughtfully stroked his chin, roughly understanding the situation.

Sano was undoubtedly waiting for someone.

As for who they are waiting for—given the location and development, Conan thinks they are probably waiting for the owner of the auto repair shop, who is also most likely the "owner" of the commission transferred by Amuro Tooru, or perhaps the key figure.

Fearing that his ears would be pulled again, Conan remained silent.

He simply sat quietly to the side, waiting for things to develop further.

Then, not long after.

Several cars sped past on the road opposite the auto repair shop.

A squatting pig-headed boy glanced at it and immediately reported to Sano Dori: "Um, big brother, it seems our big brother has already brought people over."

"Ah."

Sano patted the pig-headed boy on the head, picked up a baseball bat, and went to the store entrance to greet him.

Conan and the others followed closely behind.

...It must be said, one is one, and two is two.

Although the owner of this auto repair shop keeps a group of delinquent teenagers who fight, steal, rob, and commit crimes, at least they still abide by traffic rules.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone all the way to the end of the road before turning back.

If it were Gin, he would have turned around right in front of the store, let alone just walk away.

Sano even suspected that this guy would just drive against traffic and stop right in front of the store.

In this respect, Sano thinks the auto repair shop owner is pretty good.

I watched as those cars turned back and stopped in front of the store.

Sano leaned on his baseball bat, calm and collected, waiting for the storm to break.

Then... a huge group of men, at least fifty or close to a hundred, poured out of those few small vehicles.

...He's not a bread seller, so how come he can squeeze so much out?

Faced with this menacing and aggressive group of people, the trio of kids couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and instinctively moved closer to their leader, Conan.

"Conan, maybe we should leave first, this feels really scary..."

The curiosity that the trio of real children once had had long since vanished.

Looking at it now, a commission worth ten million... is indeed not something an ordinary person can handle.

"What's the panic? There's still..."

Conan wasn't nervous at all. While comforting the real children, he turned to look at Sano next to him, and then... saw a wisp of thin air.

Where are they?!

When he turned around again, Sano had already run dozens of meters away.

"..."

"Hey, wait, where are you going!?"

Conan typed out a few question marks and asked at the top of his lungs.

Sano paused, turned around, and stared at Conan for a second.

Why is this kid asking so many pointless questions?

"Of course—"

"You give me some luck~"

Sano turned back and continued running.

Conan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he shouted, "You bastard, running away without a word? That's way too much!!"

...to reason with each other.

Nearly a hundred burly men wielding weapons would likely overwhelm even Ran Mouri, who is considered beyond human limits in Conan's eyes.

But Kurosawa is different.

Putting aside the fact that Conan thinks the latter is more powerful and has a greater chance of winning, the key point is... cough cough, even if he suffers a minor injury, he won't feel sorry for him, and the two are also in different "environments".

At most, one could deal with minor criminals; it was just small-scale fighting.

The other one has been dealing with criminals for years and even dares to challenge criminal organizations. This gives the impression that they are on completely different levels.

all in all.

In Conan's opinion, Kurosawa will definitely win, at most he will only suffer minor injuries.

But no matter what, you shouldn't have run away!!

That's why, although Conan had anticipated this outcome the moment he discovered Sano was missing, he still couldn't believe it. That's why he subconsciously called out to ask, trying to get a different answer to refute his own assumptions... but he failed.

This naturally made Conan feel even more unable to accept it.

While dragging his friends along to run away, he started cursing loudly.

And then...

Those people weren't blind either; they quickly chased after Sano and the others, rushing towards them.