Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

The pain in my neck is getting stronger.

This made it increasingly difficult for passersby to breathe.

...Is this thing really that powerful? Even in this state, it's still not fully awake?

Sano hid behind the crack in the window, watching with great interest as the passerby choked himself, tightening his grip and refusing to let go, even though he was almost suffocating, as if he might strangle himself to death at any moment.

The five senses?

Sano canceled the effect, closed the window, and showed no intention of caring.

What kind of emotional turmoil will that lucky passerby experience later?

The results we just obtained can only be used as a reference; the specifics are not yet clear.

We need to use test subjects with high willpower attributes to test it.

But besides that, there is another object that needs to be tested...

Inanimate objects.

Sano looked around the room and set his sights on the trash can.

There's nothing wrong with influencing or even manipulating the five senses of the object being used.

What does it mean that it can be used on isolated, inanimate objects?

The five senses that control the trash can?

Sano didn't want to think too much, and the phantom evil spirit directly clung to the trash can.

Then, Sano gained another "perspective"... cough cough, this "perspective" is naturally not from the trash can, but from his own.

What does it mean to have two "perspectives"?

Based on his previous experience, Sano made modifications to one of the "perspectives".

There was absolutely no response, not even to the other one.

Until Sano put the changes in the trash can.

In one of the "perspectives," the trash can suddenly transforms into a person.

...Small-scale group manipulation?

Sano gradually came to understand the underlying principles of the two ways of manipulating the five senses.

Wait a moment.

So that's how it is.

Sano then summoned a physical evil spirit.

……

"Did you see rye on the train that day?"

Inside a coffee shop, Sano, wearing a black fox fur vest, and Amuro Tooru sat facing each other.

"Who?"

Sano feigned confusion and said, "If you mean you killed that sniper after you left, I remember telling you I didn't see it."

Amuro Tooru frowned deeply... Indeed, after that incident on the train, in the subsequent work, he did ask Black Fox if he had seen who fired the shot that killed the person he had saved.

The answer was, of course, no.

At the time, Amuro Tooru didn't take it to heart, but after he returned to Tokyo and learned about the series of events at Suzuki Tower, his attitude changed.

In particular, the official Alicia organization also provided information about the "Black Organization".

It was deliberately leaked to the Japanese authorities.

...Is he trying to use his own side as a pawn to become the scapegoat?

Amuro Tooru couldn't help but scoff inwardly, thinking, "That's quite a dream."

Regardless, the incident did indeed occur on Amuro Tooru's territory.

The person involved was also in Japan.

Alica might be willing to wait, but Amuro Tooru is different.

...The simultaneous appearance of rye and a black cat—is it an attempt to intimidate people by using the organization's name?

I feel it's unlikely.

Even if rye is involved, it's really going too far to mess around in the name of the organization... and if that's really the case, shouldn't it be called the brewery?

Furthermore, since Amelika deliberately leaked this information, she must have noticed some clues, so I don't think this is just empty talk.

...This is really a headache. If I had known things would turn out like this, I shouldn't have done that mission. I could have just made up an excuse to postpone it for a day or two.

Amuro Tooru took a sip of his drink in frustration, but his peripheral vision lingered on the black fox across from him... This man's origins were unknown, and he had some private dealings with Black Rye.

If the "Black Organization" really exists.

So, could this guy also be a member of that organization?

Across from him, Sano looked out the window, his smile widening.

Sano was not surprised that Amuro Tooru would approach the Black Fox.

It's quite surprising that they found us so quickly.

Never mind, it's a trivial matter, and I was just thinking about it anyway.

Which one with high willpower should be chosen as the test subject? Since they've already delivered themselves to our doorstep, Sano naturally can't let them go.

With a sudden thought, the black coat, already entangled with illusory evil spirits, transformed into the black kimono she usually wore, and black mist began to rise from it.

go with!

Chapter 592, 595, Amuro Tooru: Am I sick?

Possessed by an illusionary evil spirit.

However, Amuro Tooru was completely unaware that something was wrong.

Then.

Tactile modification.

"Well!"

The ice in Amuro Tooru's glass, which had been icy cold through the glass, suddenly felt scalding hot, as if he were holding a glass of freshly boiled water, causing him to instinctively let go.

The wine glass shattered on the ground.

Before Amuro Tooru could react, the mouthful of spicy liquor he hadn't yet swallowed was still in his mouth.

Suddenly, it became incredibly painful again.

Amuro Tooru couldn't hold back any longer and spat out his entire mouthful of wine.

Fortunately, Sano reacted quickly and managed to dodge to the side.

"Oh dear, Lord Bourbon, what's wrong with you?"

Sano smiled and pretended to be concerned, and the waiter next to him also ran over.

"...It's nothing, it's nothing."

Amuro Tooru came to his senses and temporarily chose to gloss over the matter.

But after everything was settled and he sat down again, Amuro Tooru looked at the new cup with hesitation in his eyes... What exactly happened just now?

A scalding hot glass, bitter wine.

Everything was fine before...

"Shh!"

Before Amuro Tooru could even clear his mind of his jumbled thoughts, he saw the water in the cup suddenly turn pitch black and begin to swirl around. A pitch-black face emerged from the water, grinning at him relentlessly.

"You seem to be doing quite well, Zero."

In an instant, Amuro Tooru's pupils constricted, his breathing nearly stopped, and his mind trembled violently.

"you……"

Before Amuro Tooru could react, the face had vanished, the wine in the glass returned to its original color, and he heard Black Fox's concerned inquiry in his ear.

"...Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

"what?"

Amuro Tooru looked at the black fox in front of him, and after a long pause, he frowned and asked, "...Were you talking to me the whole time?"

"Hmm, but you're not reacting at all. Are you spacing out?"

Hearing this, Amuro Tooru frowned even more deeply. After a while, he tentatively pointed to the wine glass in front of him and asked, "Did you see this glass of wine just now? It seems a little... different?"

Sano continued to tilt his head, feigning confusion.

"What's different? How could it be different?"

"...It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Amuro Toru absentmindedly skipped over the topic and looked out the window.

...Could it be that I've been too tired lately?

"Sir, you seem to be feeling a little unwell. Would you like some hot water?"

The waiters at this restaurant seem to have good observation skills and are quite considerate.

"Thanks, then..."

However, when Amuro Tooru turned around, the figure that was clearly in his peripheral vision was nowhere to be seen... What the hell is this?!

Amuro Tooru suddenly peeked out.

The waiter was standing behind the counter, about ten meters away from him.

Count the money in the cash register.