Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Oh, it's me."

Sano smiled deliberately: "Is the information from the Public Security Bureau really that limited?"

"At least that's all that's on the records."

Corren looked around listlessly, then leaned forward and whispered, "But besides the files, my boss also told me some information, which I don't know if it's just hearsay."

"Oh?"

Chapter 618, page 621: Birds don't have sphincter muscles?

Sano rested his chin on his hand and asked, "What information?"

"Actually, there are three other people who are suspected to be members of this black-clad organization. One is the leader of the largest criminal organization in the country, Black Death. Another is an underground hero who seems to be similar to her and is called Black Mask. The last one seems to be a cadre of our... brewery, known as Black Fox, but I don't know his code name. We don't know if this information is reliable or not."

Upon hearing this, Sano immediately understood... Without a doubt, this information must have been provided by Amuro Tooru, as for the source...

It can only be Conan, of course.

"What does your boss look like?"

Sano asked, and Koren shook his head and replied, "I don't know... Hey, I'm not lying to you, we've only contacted each other by phone, we've never met in person."

You've never met?

Sano frowned slightly: "So how much do you know about your boss?"

“I know nothing about him; he never even told me his name.”

"...So cautious? Then listen to his voice, what can you tell?"

Judging from the voice, it's a man, probably middle-aged?

...A middle-aged man? Then it can't be Amuro Tooru, right?

However, the existence of voice changers must also be taken into account.

However, after considering all factors, Sano felt that Amuro Tooru was unlikely to be the one.

Given that guy's personality, he wouldn't create something like that separately... even if someone else proposed to create it and then handed it over to him to lead, it would be the same.

Especially when the members are retired criminals like Coron and vigilantes like Asai Narumi, it becomes even more impossible.

Sano took out a cigarette, lit it, and crossed his legs again.

"Now that you've joined this white-robed group, why are you still acting like a double agent, telling me everything that can and can't be said?"

"is this okay?"

What are you saying?

Koren raised his hand and pounded his chest: "Brotherhood is in the heart."

Sano: "..."

Who the hell considers you a brother?

To put it bluntly, isn't he still a traitor?

Even though I wasn't the one who was wronged, on the contrary, I was the one who benefited.

"You, as my brother, have been back for at least a few days now, and you didn't even contact me to remind me. Isn't that a bit disloyal?"

Faced with Sano's sarcastic remarks, Coren said helplessly, "I would like to tell you in advance, but the problem is I have no way to contact you."

"Ok?"

Sano asked in confusion, "Don't you have my number?"

...The two of them went on a mission to Moonshadow Island together, but they communicated by phone.

But if you say that Kolen is making excuses, then those excuses are just too lame, aren't they?

In response, Corren sighed and said, "I threw away the old SIM card a long time ago, because I was afraid of being tracked and also afraid of implicating you... And to be honest, even if I had your number, I wouldn't dare to contact you, for fear that one phone call would ruin our relationship."

"...Besides, I never thought I might come back, which wouldn't be good for anyone, so there's no need to remember the number, right?"

Looking at Kolen's sincere face, Sano's furrowed brows relaxed slightly... This explanation did make sense, and it was actually himself who was in the wrong.

Narrow-minded?

"Hey, by the way, Rye, are you really a member of that Black Organization?"

Just then, Corren asked curiously, then stroked his chin and pondered to himself, "It shouldn't be, right? I even feel like you don't really know much about this stuff... Otherwise, if it were true, given Gin's personality, he shouldn't have allowed it."

Listening to Koren's self-talk, Sano curled the corners of his mouth.

"Are you testing me, Coron?"

"what?"

Koren was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, how dare I?"

...To be honest, Coron really felt that the probability of the person in front of him being a member of the so-called new Black Organization was not high. Although according to reliable sources, Black Rye and Black Cat appeared together and seemed to have the same stance, even if that were true, it would only prove that the two knew each other, or that they had only cooperated briefly or had a monetary transaction relationship.

Who says they must all be from the same organization?

Not to mention that Blackie has now come all the way here to ask about the black clothes he wore.

No matter how you look at it, it's probably just curiosity stemming from knowing very little.

The previous probing was just a formality.

However, this was merely wishful thinking on Koren's part.

Looking at Koren, who seemed to have already found the answer, Sano smiled. Having been surprised by Koren tonight, he decided to give him a small surprise in return, so he put down his crossed legs.

Leaning slightly forward, Sano stared intently into Corin's eyes.

"What if I say yes?"

The air suddenly froze, and Corren seemed to turn into a wooden statue in an instant.

"...Wh-what??"

Koren thought he had misheard and asked again, somewhat incredulously.

"I said, if I were the one in black, so what?"

Sano smiled and leaned back again: "So, as the White-Clad One specially created for the Black-Clad Ones, you seem to be my absolute enemy."

Sano sighed in distress: "And Asai Narumi too, what should I do? Should I just kill you two without hesitation?"

"...Brother, please don't joke with me. If you were really a member of that black organization, you wouldn't say it so easily."

Koren gave an awkward smile.

"joke?"

Sano's face suddenly turned chillingly cold: "Perhaps it's because we haven't had much contact that you seem to have misunderstood something."

"Crack!"

The gun was pointed at Coron's forehead again. Sano's icy blue eyes looked as cold as an endless ice cave: "What I hate most are those frivolous people who talk nonsense all day long and call it joking. Like that damn Vermouth and Bourbon. You don't seem to realize that you are the same kind of people as them?"

...Am I that kind of person?

Cold sweat trickled down his back, and Corren tensed every muscle and nerve in his body.

Sano continued, "You're right about one thing. I came to you to gather information, but there's a fundamental problem. I came not because I don't know anything about the Black Cloaks, but because I want to know how much you know about them."

"Now that we know, you're useless... It just so happens that your appearance can erase the trouble I've caused, and I can even make a small profit."

The well-reasoned analysis of the pros and cons made Corren break out in a cold sweat.

...Thinking about it carefully, aside from the meeting I have to attend tonight...

The only contact between the two was that one-way trip to Moonshadow Island, and the time they spent together didn't even exceed twenty-four hours.

Under Sano's deliberate guidance.

Koren's usually reluctant mind finally started working at full speed.

"Wait a minute, we can still talk. I'm still useful. If I'm an undercover agent in White Robe, I can continue to provide you with intelligence. Since you're curious about how much information White Robe has about Black Robe, it means that even you are wary of this existence, isn't it!"

Koren spoke rapidly, his mind sharper than ever before since birth... even when he had jumped in front of Gin earlier.

I've never felt this nervous before.

Seeing the nervous Kolen, Sano ultimately decided not to continue his threats.

"Alright, I was just kidding. Why are you so nervous?"

As if the ice had melted instantly, Sano patted Kolen on the shoulder with a smile: "It's good that you've turned over a new leaf. Keep up the good work, maybe you can help me out in the future."

After saying that, Sano left, leaving Koren standing there dumbfounded.

...If you say you're just teasing yourself, then which part of it is you teasing yourself?

The part in black, or the part that's supposed to kill him?

This person.

What comes out of one's mouth—which words are true and which are false?

After closing his eyes and relaxing, Corren couldn't help but sit down on the ground.

"fuck..."

After leaving his temporary residence in Koren and reaching the roadside, Sano stopped and raised his hand. The large black lamppost on the streetlight immediately glided down and landed on his fingertips: "Overtime work deserves extra meals."

"Tsk."

Sano clicked his tongue: "Where did you learn this from?"

Dahei didn't say anything, but turned its neck and blinked its shiny black eyes at Sano... the meaning was self-evident.

"Nonsense."

Sano patted the big black cat on the head, went into an alley and entered the black cat form. Then he climbed on the crow's back and began to experience the open-top airplane.

……

Daily routine resumed.

Two or three days of monotonous life made Sano feel like he was becoming more and more of a couch potato.