Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

……

For the next few days, Sano just lay at home, doing nothing.

That so-called teammate on the mission—no, it should be said that the captain in charge—was the one who led the mission.

There was absolutely no sound.

No, that's not right. There are some, but Sano knew about them from a different perspective.

Rum.

The head of the intelligence team, the leader of the organization's three top-ranking cadres, and the organization's second-in-command.

Conan texted Sano, saying that the guy had made a move and that he'd better be careful.

Well, this guy no longer cares how much intelligence Sano has.

Anyway, whenever something happens, they just desperately try to cram it into their own pocket.

If Mingming had managed his teammates better, and gotten everyone to sit down and talk things out honestly and openly, sharing information, then the brewery project would have been much more successful, if not guaranteed.

Sano sat listlessly on the stairs.

On the lawn below, the little girl and the chubby boy were playing with the little black dog... but it was clear that the little black dog didn't really want to pay attention to them. Both physically and mentally, it was at an age where it was ignored by everyone.

However, due to Sano's presence, Kuro was unable to resist.

All they could do was silently endure it.

Children often don't know how to control their strength when they start hitting, which is why they are called "dogs don't care" (meaning they are rough and violent). Even Sano felt a little uncomfortable watching them, especially Xiao Pang, who is naturally strong. If it weren't for Xiao Hei's higher stats than ordinary dogs, he probably would have been...

……never mind.

Coming to his senses, Sano suddenly straightened his back a little.

After squinting and scanning his surroundings, Sano lit a cigarette and stood up.

"Little Fatty, take her and Little Black upstairs."

Sano gave the order, and Fatty scratched his head. Although from his position, he felt that this uncle seemed to be a nice person and there was no need for him to obey him blindly, he still listened to the words of Ito Taka that A-Gin had told him.

Little Fatty will eventually have to listen.

In addition, Xiao Pang's current boss, Huang Mao, has also told Xiao Pang to try not to go against Sano, so obediently listening to him is inevitable.

"understood."

The chubby boy gave a somewhat sullen reply, and then, ignoring the little girl's doubts and protests, he took a child in one hand and a dog in the other and went upstairs.

Sano watched the two people and the dog enter the house before turning his gaze away. After taking two steps down the stairs, he exhaled a white dragon: "I wonder what brings you guests from so far away? Why don't you come out to greet us?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several footsteps reached his ears.

Across the street, behind the small, dilapidated building, and next to the buildings on both sides.

More than a dozen people walked out separately.

...It seems they are not entirely in cahoots.

It's highly likely that there were two or three small groups that just happened to bump into each other.

The only thing that is certain is that these people all share a common goal.

Sano.

...This is really interesting.

Who exactly is this person, and for what reason, would they target someone who is actually their true identity?

While Sano was lost in thought, the dozen or so people were exchanging glances, communicating with both their teammates and the enemy.

"Everyone is here for the bounty, there's no need for unnecessary conflict."

After a series of eye contact, someone finally chose to speak.

This opened up a new situation.

"Ha, isn't it precisely because it's all for the bounty that they're even more..."

"Alright, this guy is a high school detective, which is troublesome enough in itself, and the bounty is so high. If we don't hurry, who knows what kind of monsters will come out later."

“That makes sense. Although his bounty is a lot, that’s precisely why there are so many people eyeing him. If it were divided equally among everyone, there wouldn’t be much left. Let’s take what we deserve while there are still fewer people around.”

"agree."

"Hmph, if I weren't worried about the snipe and the clam fighting, I would have killed you all."

"Noisy."

"..."

Sano just stood there, watching this group of people divide up all his ownership rights one after another, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

"Hey, I'm not saying this to be mean, but you guys could at least ask for my opinion. And what's this about the bounty? Which rich guy posted my bounty?"

...In fact, based on the content of those exchanges, Sano already roughly understood what was going on. As for the more detailed inside story, it was certainly impossible for him to ask any idiot and have them waste their breath.

He wanted to make this pack of hyenas, gathered for money, vomit up what Sano wanted.

Aside from spending even more money, the only other option is to resort to violence.

Of course, throwing money at it is out of the question.

Sano is more willing to put in more effort to achieve the results he wants.

"Clang."

The group had already finished negotiating, but now they were provoked by Sano.

They immediately shifted their attention and decided to get down to business.

A dozen or so men simultaneously surrounded Sano, drawing all their short swords or daggers.

Sano curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

...It is a major taboo to fight unarmed when you do not know the strength level of the enemy, especially when there is a significant difference in numbers between the two sides.

As for weapons...

Sano's most frequently used identity is the Hammer of Justice.

But that thing was too short. Not only was it short, but it wasn't lethal enough.

This is similar to the early-game "beginner's dream" items in some games, which have extremely high initial damage, but the damage is fixed and becomes useless in the later stages.

In particular, the Hammer of Justice is a restricted item.

It's only useful for criminals. For minor offenses where Sano can't quickly pinpoint the back of the head, this thing is not very useful.

On the contrary, it might be a burden.

We need to get a different weapon.

Sano reached into his pocket, slipped it into his wallet, and precisely grabbed the banknote he wanted. He then pulled it out, now holding a handle in his hand.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, Sano flung out a black stick about the length of an arm.

"I'm sorry, but what follows is self-defense."

After saying that, Sano rushed out, causing the group of people to pause in their tracks.

...In such a situation, even if the two sides don't know each other, it's obvious who is stronger and who is weaker. So instead of running away immediately, this guy actually took the initiative to come forward.

Is he an idiot?

In their moment of stunned silence, the group completely overlooked the possibility that "they chose to fight to the death because they couldn't escape," and even more so, they overlooked the fact that Sano had made such a choice.

Besides being arrogantly foolish, it could also be a case of being overly confident.

"Shh!"

Sano swung his baton at the first person.

This person reacted quickly, parrying with his knife, but unfortunately...

Sano's target was originally that short sword.

The tip of the baton landed precisely on the tip of the knife. Although Sano's strength wasn't particularly great at the moment thanks to the Superman accessory, he managed to land the baton precisely because of the length difference between the baton and the short knife, as well as the point of contact between the two weapons.

This amplifies the force of the blow several times over.

The short sword immediately slipped from his hand, and Sano continued to strike his arm with the stick.

"what!"

Amid screams, Sano swung his baton wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he struck the man's calf, forearm, and forehead three times in succession.

The dull thud of the blows was mixed with the sound of bones breaking.

The first person fell to the ground with a thud, temporarily losing his fighting ability. The others finally reacted and rushed towards Sano, each strike aimed at a vital spot.

...It seems that the so-called bounty is probably for life or death.

Sano dodged to the side, even though in theory he had unlimited right to defend himself at this point, and could have killed these people with a different weapon.

Ultimately, it's not good for the original owner to have too much blood on his hands, especially in this place. Besides, whether he kills or not makes no difference to Sano.

In fact, Sano needed to be alive to extract information.

If you leave half of the body alive and half dead, it would seem unfair of you.

"Shh!"

Two or three minutes later, Sano had knocked down almost all of the dozen or so people.

Only two or three people remained standing, and their mindset had already undergone a significant change.

"Damn it, what kind of high school detective is this? He's so good at fighting!"

As their expressions changed, it was clear that the group was considering retreating.

"Dudu-"

Just as Sano was about to finish up, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

...It's the rye phone.

"Hey."