Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

but.

The two were unaware of Curaçao's identity, and in their speculation, they even suspected Rum.

...In fact, Sano didn't have much of an impression of Rum. Apart from the fact that he was the second-in-command of the organization and the head of the intelligence group, they had only communicated a few times via text message, and each time it was from a different number.

Clearly, Sano wasn't particularly trusted by this guy.

cough.

As for Rum's appearance, Sano's information came from the text messages Conan sent him.

Conan is likely based on Ai Haibara.

Age, gender, and body type are unknown; reportedly, no one has ever seen them in person.

The only plausible rumor is that Rum's eye was injured during a mission, so one of his eyes is filled with a plastic ball, cough cough.

That should be called a prosthetic eye.

It's not surprising that Curaçao's heterochromatic eyes are suspected to be prosthetic.

But anyone who has even slightly come into contact with them will find that the eyes are functional.

Unless the organization's technology has advanced to the point where prosthetic eyes are indistinguishable from normal eyeballs... well, that doesn't seem impossible.

"Hey, hurry up and get a stretcher to the infirmary!"

Just as Conan and his partner were deep in thought, the commotion under the Ferris wheel brought them back to their senses. Peeking over, they saw Curaçao being carried onto a stretcher, and their expressions changed instantly. They rushed over without thinking of anything else.

...Something happened?

Sano frowned slightly, judging by his past experience and intuition.

Curaçao's amnesia will definitely get better.

It's just that it will most likely need a trigger or some other opportunity.

Ferris wheel?

Sano emerged from behind the tree, tilting his head back to observe the enormous Ferris wheel.

...I can't figure it out, I'll just take it one step at a time.

Sano caught up, caught up, and followed Conan's Vermouth with the medical team.

The two of them quietly entered the amusement park's medical room one after the other.

Unlike Vermouth, who stayed in the corridor, Sano entered his black cat form and crawled into the ventilation duct above the ceiling to eavesdrop.

"This should be temporary amnesia caused by the impact, but when I look at the X-ray of her head, I can't figure out what the hole in the middle of her head is."

After the examination, the doctor began to explain the situation.

Sano squeezed his head into the gap and saw the piece of his head that was stuck to him.

Sure enough, there was a strange white hole on it.

"Is this also due to the injury sustained last night?"

After receiving Conan's notification, Sato Miwako, who arrived at that exact moment, asked, but received a negative answer: "It should be congenital. I deduced that it shouldn't affect normal life. This headache is most likely because the lost memories have been stimulated."

The amusement park's doctor said this.

...Born that way? Could this silver-haired girl also be mentally ill?

Looking at the image below that inexplicably resembled his own head, except for the color of the empty space, Sano couldn't help but think... No, that's not right.

What does "also" mean?

I'm not sick!

The body is sick!

After wagging its tail, Sano saw that the police had decided to take over Curaçao and that Vermouth outside the door had also left, so it followed suit and left as well.

...Since there's no chance to make a move here, it's Amuro Tooru's turn.

Sano called Amuro Tooru using Rye's number, but no one answered. He then switched to his own number and called Amuro Tooru.

How do we find them?

Sano arrived outside the amusement park and deactivated his black cat form.

Wait a minute, why do we need to find someone? Can't we just wait for them to come to us?

Suddenly realizing he had fallen into a mental dead end, Sano turned back and followed the police, or rather, the escort team to Curaçao, whose destination was the police hospital.

...The police, of course, knew nothing about Curaçao.

The reason for taking over is simply that his identity is unknown, he has amnesia, and it may be related to the police station being hacked last night and the resulting chain of car accidents.

Of course, regardless of the circumstances, Curaçao is currently a patient.

He should rightfully be sent to the police hospital for examination and treatment.

Sano recognized this place, but recognizing it was just another name for the long distance away.

Why not take a ride if there's a carpooling option?

After re-entering his black cat form and clinging to the bottom of the car, Sano made his way to the police hospital.

But after arriving at the destination...

Sano did not make any rash moves, but simply waited at the door.

Not long after, Sano was greeted by Vermouth, and then by Amuro Tooru.

...Last night's pursuit caused us to lose sight of our target.

Without knowing whether Curaçao was alive or dead, Amuro Tooru couldn't be sure if his undercover identity had been exposed, so he naturally didn't want to answer the organization's call.

Once accepted, a meeting is required.

Should Amuro Tooru go or not?

Going there would be suicide if we'd already been exposed.

If I don't go, even if I haven't actually been exposed, it would still be the same as exposing myself.

If they don't answer the phone, they can always find an excuse to cover it up if nothing goes wrong later, such as not seeing that the phone is off, the bill is overdue, or the phone is broken.

But Amuro Tooru is now here.

It was almost as if Vermouth had successfully waited for him to come to her.

As expected, Amuro Tooru was stunned when he saw Vermouth walking towards him.

"...Why are you here?"

In response to Vermouth's question, Amuro Tooru gave a knowing smile and said, "Isn't that Rum's confidante, Curaçao, inside? I've come to rescue her."

"Oh."

Vermouth gave a disdainful sneer. She didn't even bother to ask Amuro Tooru why he knew about Curaçao or why he knew the person was there.

Because there are too many ways to fool people with that kind of statement.

Vermouth cut to the chase, asking, "But Curaçao is in the police hospital right now, which is full of police officers and refuses visits from irrelevant people. What makes you think you can see her, unless you have special connections with the police?"

"Then that falls under the category of a business opportunity..."

"Machine my foot."

Vermouth lifted the coat draped over her hand, revealing the outline of a pistol barrel hidden beneath: "Don't move, now come with me."

"Vermouth".

Amuro Tooru's eyes instantly turned cold.

...Curaçao didn't die, but she lost her memory, which is a somewhat sad story.

My identity should not have been exposed yet.

That was what Amuro Tooru originally thought.

The fact that Belmod appeared here meant that not only had Curaçao's location been exposed, but he himself was also likely suspected, or even exposed.

Even if there isn't.

So now that they've been taken away, what other actions will the organization take to take them away?

The ending was also very bad.

...Killing Vermouth here and then pretending not to know might be worth a try.

But just as Amuro Toru's murderous intent arose...

A hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.

"What are you two doing? Don't fight amongst yourselves, you're all colleagues."

He was confronted by a hoodie-clad figure who suddenly appeared beside Amuro Tooru and put his arm around his shoulder.

Both Vermouth and the other person were startled at the same time.

"Rye, what are you doing here?"

Sano adjusted his hat, revealing his face, and grinned at Vermouth.

"Of course, I'm here to invite Bourbon for tea."

"……what?"

"This is Gin's idea; I'll be in charge of Bourbon."

After Sano finished speaking, Vermouth immediately said with dissatisfaction, "Gin, this is Rum's order. Bourbon must be taken away by me."

"Rum?"

Sano tilted his head and, in the blink of an eye, pressed himself against Vermouth, then snatched the gun from her hand and pinned her to the car next to him.

"Who do you think you are, daring to yell at me just because you gave me an order? If you're so capable, why don't you let Rum come out and talk to me himself?"

Sano pressed Vermouth's face against the hood of the car, his head lowered and his eyes fixed on hers, forcing her to look up at him: "Are you crazy, Rye? What if Rum finds out..."

"Rum?"

Sano repeated Rum's name once again and grabbed Vermouth by the head.