Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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In the end, it caused unnecessary trouble.

Then vodka could practically be sentenced to death.

If it really comes to that.

That would be a development that even Gin couldn't stop, wouldn't, and wouldn't want to stop.

Vodka realized what was happening and quickly shut his mouth.

...I used to feel like my mind had become much sharper, but how come it's only been a short time and I feel like I've reverted back to my old self, or even become dumber?

Gin frowned slightly as he looked at vodka.

He began to ponder how his henchman's intelligence fluctuated.

……

The next day.

As expected, Sano received an invitation from Sonoko Suzuki to attend the opening ceremony of that tower that had been mentioned just last night.

...On another note.

The sniper that Gin mentioned last night, and the tower that's perfect for sniping.

Is there any connection between these two?

Sano rubbed his fingers together, but that sniper had attacked members of the organization's periphery multiple times, so logically he should be on the good side, right?

Forget it.

"Want to go out and have some fun?"

Sano hung up the phone and asked the little girl.

The little girl, who was watching TV, turned around and asked, "Where are we going to play?"

"It's a new tower built by the Suzuki family, and there should be businesses inside."

Sano scratched his head: "A normal person would probably go up there just to see the scenery."

The little girl thought for a while.

"But I want to watch TV, it's the finale today."

Sano glanced at the soap opera playing on TV... Why would a kindergarten kid be so fascinated by this kind of TV show?

"Okay then, just order takeout if you get hungry."

Sano took out a banknote and placed it on the table. He then went out, rode his motorcycle to the area below the Mouri Detective Agency, and set off with the large group of plague gods who had already gathered there. There were two groups of people and two vehicles. The little plague gods rode in Professor Agasa's Beetle, while the big plague gods rode in the van rented by Kogoro Mouri. Amuro Tooru was in charge of driving.

"...槺捐魍，騬四闱爩俾稍！"

Sano, sitting in the passenger seat, asked with some surprise.

Amuro Tooru is only working part-time, so it's not a big deal if he doesn't go to work sometimes.

But that's all on the condition that this guy doesn't show up next to the coffee shop.

For example, getting on the bus at another location... but Amuro Tooru was just standing next to the coffee shop. From Sano's perspective, it was clear that Amuro was standing there, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings. He looked at Sano with a strange, almost imperceptible, expression, and a hint of something else.

Has the relationship between the two improved?

"of course."

Amuro Tooru smiled and said, "I just told her that you asked me to come along today and drive, and she didn't say anything more."

Sano: "..."

So, he's using his own connections to ask for leave?

"What, is that not allowed?"

Amuro Tooru looked at Sano, blinked, and asked.

"……No."

Sano pursed his lips, not saying anything more.

Seeing this, Amuro Tooru looked away and focused on driving... Actually, what he said earlier was purely to tease Sano. After spending so much time together, he and Sano...

Although sometimes things are difficult, like a dream, they can be unexpected and frustrating. Even so, sometimes things can be challenging and unpredictable. Sometimes, though seemingly mundane, they can be surprisingly pleasant and memorable.

Then, on the way to their destination, the group started chatting.

Occasionally, when the conversation turned to Sano, he would give a perfunctory response, but his main focus was on his throat—he was practicing his control over his vocal cords. Although the human form and the black cat form were different, even if he practiced now, it might not be useful in the cat form.

It's worth a try, nothing bad will happen.

Furthermore, even if practicing doesn't work, it can still have some effect on Sano's voice changing in human form.

You won't lose money.

After arriving at their destination, the group took the elevator up the tower.

Everyone except Sano looked on with surprise and a sense of novelty.

Sano looked around but didn't feel anything particularly special.

I didn't find anything particularly fun, but I wasn't bored either. I regretted coming.

...It seems like Kogoro Mouri is quite regretful.

Everyone, including Sano, was leaning against the edge of the observation deck, either very close to the window or practically pressed against it, except for Kogoro Mouri.

His face looked as pale as if he had eaten poop.

It means absolutely refusing to get within ten meters of the window.

"What's going on? Is he afraid of heights?"

Upon hearing Sano's question, Sonoko Suzuki asked in confusion.

"Yes, senior, didn't you know?"

"...How would I know?"

Sano twitched his lips speechlessly... Actually, he was also a little afraid of heights.

But if you compare him to Kogoro Mouri...

Rather than saying Sano is afraid of heights, it's more accurate to say that he's simply acting on instinct.

At least, Sano won't be so scared that he vomits just because he's in such a high position.

At most, it's just unconsciously shaking my leg or stomach... huh?

suddenly.

Sano's gaze shifted, and he spotted a figure hiding behind a pillar.

...Is this girl stalking Conan?

You are not small in courage.

Before Sano could even think about whether to greet Sera Masumi, an unusual commotion reached his ears—the sound of shattering glass, the sound of bullets piercing flesh, the sound of blood splattering, and the muffled groans of the victim.

Finally, there was the sound of a person falling to the ground.

Sano instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood on the ground. The location of the gunshot wound was undoubtedly fatal.

"……ah!!!"

After a moment of frozen air, screams erupted.

Some panicked and chose to run away immediately, while others, who were a little calmer, chose to lie down on the spot or find cover to hide.

Sano glanced around.

Aside from Conan, who was quickly adjusting his glasses to investigate the tower, the other minor troublemakers were all pinned down by the major troublemakers—"What are you doing!?"

Sano was pulled behind a pillar by Amuro Tooru.

"There's a sniper around, what are you doing standing there like an idiot?"

Looking at Amuro Tooru, whose brows were furrowed and whose face seemed to say "I'm angry at his lack of ambition," Sano raised an eyebrow with a strange expression and asked in bewilderment.

"Boss, are you really that concerned about my life?"

"what?"

Amuro Tooru, who was giving the lecture, was stunned and instantly dumbfounded.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

...Not to mention that the two had a good relationship, there were many kinds of entanglements, both overt and covert.

Even if they were complete strangers, Amuro Tooru would never watch the other die... Of course, this is on the premise that it doesn't involve his own problems.

all in all.

In Amuro Tooru's view, it was only natural for him to help Sano.

Sano's question made Amuro Tooru feel awkward.

"Conan!?"

Just then, Ran Mouri's exclamation rang out.

The two turned around and saw Conan running down the tower, clearly intending to give chase.

"Stay here."

After giving Sano a heads-up, Amuro Tooru chased after Conan.

Sano watched Amuro Tooru's retreating figure... Does this guy no longer care whether he's a good person or not, now that he's in his true form?

Such trust?

These two people making me feel really awkward.

But I haven't done anything, so why do I still have this vague feeling that...