Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

In addition, Sano can also manipulate the physical evil spirit's five senses separately through another illusory evil spirit that is attached to the physical evil spirit in a living form, so that it can hear his commands directly in its ears without any distance, thus performing a different kind of control.

Even operating it this way is much more convenient than before.

For example, Sano could change the color of all the people in front of the physical evil spirit and then order the killing of people of a certain color. This would be much simpler than the original set of detailed instructions. Or he could simulate several landing points and let it move directly along those points instead of telling it how to get there one by one.

...Even so, Sano still had to put in a lot of effort to train the physical evil spirit to the point that it could take over his identity.

Chapter 645 Gin: Money is meant to be spent!

Even so.

Controlling three identities at once is indeed too difficult, especially the semi-automatic one here, which has both advantages and disadvantages, so Sano tries to let it do its job as much as possible.

"call."

While pondering, Sano made the physical evil spirit stop in its tracks.

Turning my head, I saw the four members of Gin sitting on the ground, looking disheveled and smoking.

There were several parachutes hanging nearby.

"Oh, another plane crash, Gin-sama. Your new arrivals aren't any good either."

Hearing Sano's sarcasm, the red dot at the tip of Gin's cigarette dimmed slightly.

"...Why is it so slow?"

Gin changed the subject by asking a question in return.

Just then, Vermouth arrived late.

Sano immediately turned his gun on her: "Didn't she just arrive too?"

"Ok?"

Vermouth was completely bewildered.

"At least she did some work, but you didn't do anything."

Upon hearing Gin's words, Sano chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, fine, so you're saying this? You wanted me to draw fire and become cannon fodder when necessary, but since I didn't get the chance, you can blame me, right?"

"I'm not blaming you for not putting in the effort."

Gin said seriously, "I'm just upset that you didn't put in any effort and were so lazy."

"Lazy?"

Sano pouted and said, "I'm not lazy at all. I'm only a little late because I was just thinking about whether I could find an opportunity to take care of Curaçao, okay?"

"Oh?"

Gin narrowed his eyes: "Curaçao isn't dead?"

"Well, not only Curaçao, but even your good brother isn't dead."

Sano's words immediately made Gin's expression turn ugly.

"Hmph, he's lucky to be alive."

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke: "And then, Curaçao?"

"They're still alive."

"You didn't do anything?"

"How can we move her? The bombs we planted on her earlier have all been defused, what else can we do?"

"...You planted a bomb on Curaçao??"

Sano's words immediately raised a question mark among the group, including Gin.

"Yes, didn't you tell me that if there was a chance to take them away or silence them, we should act immediately? I have to provide a backup plan."

Sano said matter-of-factly.

This startled the others, except for Gin, into breaking out in a cold sweat.

...In Gin's view, it was not strange for Sano, as a detective, to make contact with the amnesiac Curaçao without making a sound.

If contact is possible, then naturally a bomb can be left behind.

Of course, this is based on Gin's view of Sano's abilities, which are absolutely limitless. Putting aside those who don't know his true identity, even if Vodka knew his other identity, he would still be sweating bullets.

...At this moment, the trust that Vodka had built with Sano through their long-term interactions was shattered by just one sentence.

Suddenly it all vanished.

I have a feeling that I've gone back to the very beginning, a terrifying state where I feel like I could die at any moment, and I'm always walking on the edge of a knife.

A sense of crisis is driving my brain crazy.

...But for others...

That would be a much stronger stimulus than vodka.

Although the others didn't have the same peculiar thought processes as Vodka, they also lacked the advantage of information asymmetry.

All I know is the rye in front of me.

Without any prior knowledge of the situation, a bomb was secretly planted on one of Rum's most trusted confidants. What about the rest of us?

Before the others could process what was happening, Sano laughed again, "And to prevent anyone from suddenly betraying us during the operation, I've also taken precautions."

"..."

For an instant.

The officers present felt their scalps tingle and almost instinctively touched the back of their necks. This scene reminded Sano of the time when he had just been promoted to an officer and participated in his first collective mission... Unfortunately, Vodka didn't look at his underwear this time.

"cough."

Gin knew Sano better and knew that the guy was just having a bad time and was deliberately trying to scare people, but he didn't disrespect the others and asked, "Pressing the bomb switch only after confirming the betrayal is indeed a good method... So, you still didn't succeed?"

Gin then remembered the order in which Sano had spoken.

"Well, maybe she regained her memories, found out, and threw it away, or maybe someone else found it and disposed of it. Anyway, there was no reaction."

Sano nodded in confirmation.

Gin frowned: "So you didn't try any other approaches?"

"What other options are there?"

Sano shrugged and said, "Brother, their teammates are capable and reliable, and they have a lot of backup. As for us, our plane crashed, and all our teammates ran away. What do you take me for? A god descending to earth to take on a thousand men?"

...Isn't taking on a thousand men your usual tactic?

Gin twitched his eyelids, but didn't dwell on it.

"Does anyone know where Curaçao is going next?"

"I don't know. If we don't leave now, we might not be able to leave at all. Why would we stay any longer?"

Gin nodded without saying anything more after receiving Sano's predictable answer.

"They've withdrawn."

"...How do we evacuate?"

Just as everyone else was nodding, Sano suddenly asked a question.

"You guys flew here without driving. Vermouth did drive, but there wasn't enough room for all of you. So, did you take a taxi? That should be reimbursable, even though the mission was over and failed."

These words sounded sarcastic to everyone present. As Sano continued speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something and pulled out his notebook.

"By the way, shouldn't you reimburse me for this, Lord Gin?"

"..."

Damn it, mission failed, and I lost a brand new, still-warm plane.

I've almost lost money on my underwear, and now I have to get reimbursed?

Gin took the notebook expressionlessly, turned to the latest page, and immediately saw a bunch of meal expenses marked for today. Looking at the notes, it was Sano's consumption after arriving at the amusement park that night. Both the quantity and quality of the meals were clearly far beyond the normal standard.

"...How can you eat so much?"

Gin looked at Sano with some suspicion, almost as if he had "Are you a glutton?" written all over his face. To be honest, he hadn't suspected that Sano was deliberately exaggerating the price. After all, there were so many things that could be faked, so there was no need to tamper with things in such an unreasonable way.

Another point is that Gin can tolerate a certain degree of falsehood.

They are, after all, a group of criminals, so it's inevitable that they won't follow the rules.

As long as it doesn't touch on matters of principle, Gin has always maintained the attitude of not wasting energy on things he doesn't have to deal with, preferring to spend his time on such trivial matters.

I don't even know how much money I've made back.

Otherwise, if a thorough investigation were conducted, who knows how many people would be caught.

Two golden retrievers are specifically mentioned here.

Of course, too much is not acceptable; that would constitute embezzlement and personal enrichment, which involves matters of principle. Of course, how much is too much depends on the individual.

But at times like these, one should hold onto this feeling.

Even when facing Sano, Gin couldn't help but feel a little tempted to escalate the situation.

Whose fault is it that they're rushing headlong into the line of fire?

However, Sano casually picked at his ear and replied, "It's because I've been busy with Curaçao's affairs all day."

"..."

Gin was speechless, because ever since the incident in Curaçao, or more precisely, after the text message was sent, everyone present had been busy.

Sano, though, had the shortest working hours.

It can contribute a great deal of effort, and it is also the most substantial.

From the moment they received the order, they found Curaçao at a speed comparable to Vermouth, who had been searching for half the night, and even confirmed her amnesia before she did.

Later, together with Vermouth, they kidnapped Amuro Tooru.

Although it was later confirmed that Amuro Tooru was alright... of course, it's hard to say now, but at least he did do it. In addition, he anticipated the possible rebellion in Curaçao and made countermeasures in advance.

Even though it failed.