Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Ran Mouri was somewhat surprised. Although some people do build a cabin in the deep mountains and forests, it is either for vacation or for hunters to use as a foot massage place. This place, however, is the location of the forbidden god of death in the vicinity.

How could anyone possibly crash into it?

If the purpose of building this cabin was for this, then there shouldn't have been no activity at all... It would make sense if something bad had happened to it.

Suddenly, Ran Mouri froze, because she noticed a grave next to the cabin.

"...Would you like to live next to me and keep me company?"

A faint voice came from beside her ear, and Ran Mouri felt her scalp tingle instantly.

With lightning speed, she darted several meters to the side, and only then did Ran Mouri see that it was Sano standing there, which immediately made her furious again.

"senior!!"

"..."

Why are you so afraid?

Sano shrugged, went up and pushed open the door of the cabin. He found that it was an empty little room with only a walkie-talkie on a table. There were two fairly clear small footprints and shards of glass on the table. Two stools stacked together next to it were just up to the height of the small ventilation window, which was completely broken.

After roughly imagining Conan escaping, Sano then pushed open another, less noticeable hidden door, leading to an even smaller room.

It does appear to have all the necessary internal organs.

A bed, a pot, some food and seasonings.

Of course, what's even more eye-catching are the pictures of Shinichi Kudo that cover the walls.

The situation is exactly as Big Black described.

"This is……"

When Ran Mouri, who was following closely behind, saw this scene, her pupils immediately contracted.

"...What exactly happened, senior?"

Sano ignored Ran Mouri and just looked around.

Finally, under a table, they found an empty bullet box.

However, there are two details that Dahei did not report.

One is a sentence on the table, which is clearly a sentence that was carved in the last two days.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

Secondly, the mirror on the ground was clearly not an accidental breakage.

Oh, Sano found a third one, a strand of white hair.

After picking up the tuft of hair and squeezing it, Sano confirmed that it was just a wig.

...Big Black was ultimately just a crow.

Although they are smarter than ordinary crows, and their comprehension and expression have been greatly improved after integrating into the human system, it is normal that they cannot notice some details. Otherwise, Sano would not have made a special trip. Even setting aside those "highly intelligent" people, he would be very skeptical of the investigation results of an ordinary person.

After all, the average intelligence of people in this world is like that strange technology tree, with some being extremely high and others extremely low... Even when it comes to things rather than people, it fluctuates between high and low.

all in all.

In fact, these clues are quite useful.

If we had brought it out sooner, Sano would have been able to sort out his thoughts sooner, even now.

It can also be used as "evidence" for reasoning.

"Alright, let's go back. It's time to end this."

After snapping a few photos, Sano called to Ran Mouri to return the way they came.

Although Ran Mouri had many doubts, she trusted Sano and didn't ask any more questions, and returned to the parking lot.

They saw Kogoro Mouri and his group waiting in the same spot.

"Has it been found?"

Kogoro Mouri wanted to scold Ran Mouri, but considering that nothing had happened, he was already grateful that he could breathe a sigh of relief, so he kept quiet.

Kazuha Toyama asked with some curiosity.

"what……"

Ran Mouri blinked and looked at Sano.

Before Hattori Heiji could even speak, two police cars had already pulled up to the side of the road.

This caused Hattori Heiji's expression to change.

Just as he subconsciously blocked the trunk, thinking he had to find a chance to take "Shinichi Kudo" away, Sano glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't be nervous, I reported it."

"……ha???"

Everyone except Ran Mouri stared wide-eyed at Sano in astonishment.

"No, why!?"

"Just look at it."

Sano glanced at the police officers who got out of the car, pushed aside Hattori Heiji, opened the trunk, and pulled out the fake Shinichi Kudo.

Who called the police?

"I signed up."

Sano gave a shout and, without saying a word, pushed the fake Shinichi Kudo forward, indicating that the middle-aged female reporter who was stabbed that morning was this guy's doing... After all, it wasn't easy for her to come all this way.

I said it before.

There's only one old policeman in this village, the one next door named Chengshan.

Some minor things are fine.

Any major case that occurs must be reported to higher authorities.

Therefore, the journey is quite long.

I just made one trip here this morning, and I haven't even had lunch yet before I have to make another one.

Especially since the people who called the police were these "acquaintances," one would have to admit they had no complaints.

Who would believe that?

It's best to end this quickly and everyone go home.

"...By the way, this guy, Makoto Yata, must have had plastic surgery."

Another sentence that hits the nail on the head.

This left everyone present, except for Ran Mouri, completely bewildered.

"What the hell? Makoto Uta, he even had plastic surgery??"

Hattori Heiji was completely bewildered, and he was practically digging his head out of his chest.

...It's not that I believe Sano is just talking nonsense; I do trust him to some extent. He just doesn't understand the details.

why?

...Although the answer is reasonable when considering the question, it is actually quite reasonable.

But this is too sudden, isn't it?

It turns out I had been sticking on a fake product all day, and I was worried sick.

Isn't this just pure self-deception?!

Hattori Heiji was furious, but he still subconsciously tried to make amends for himself.

"No, Sano, do you have any evidence?"

But after thinking about it for a while, Sano still felt it was too troublesome.

"Alright, hey, come down from the tree and explain what's really there."

Subconsciously following Sano's gaze, everyone looked behind the tree next to them. Before they could react, what genuine product... wait a minute, could it be that genuine product??

Hattori Heiji and Mouri Ran's pupils contracted simultaneously.

"...Shinichi?"

Ran Mouri was even trying to get closer, which left Shinichi Kudo helpless.

All she could do was jump down from the tree and take off her white wig.

"It's me, Shinichi Kudo."

"I see. You only know because you've been in contact with Sano. But how can you be so sure that what's here is the real thing..."

Hattori Heiji looked at Sano, his abnormal mind finally gradually returning to normal.

The question was only half-asleep before it was swallowed back.

...At first glance, two identical people might be difficult to distinguish as real or fake.

However, anyone with even a little knowledge can easily find the flaws.

In particular, this fake one used the excuse of amnesia.

However, just as Hattori Heiji realized what was going on, Kudo Shinichi, who probably knew what he meant by "realized something," said helplessly, "Don't think about it. I haven't had any contact with Sano, but I did have the opportunity and wanted to. But judging from his appearance, I guess I didn't need to... and now that's proven it."

Chapter 652 Sano: Please watch the video – The Mantendo Incident!

Shinichi Kudo ignored Heiji Hattori, who had been led astray, and turned to Makoto Yata, whose expression had turned pale and ferocious: "As for the reasoning, since Sano is afraid of trouble and doesn't want to talk about it, then I will talk about it. Makoto Yata, during the six months you disappeared, you were just getting plastic surgery to look like me, weren't you?"

"Because you felt my reasoning was wrong, but couldn't find anyone to confront you, your mind gradually became twisted. That's why you collected so many reports about me and hated me day after day. The newspapers in that cabin and the broken mirror can both show your disgust for my face."

...This so-called reasoning is actually quite worthless.

There is no need for any evidence, and there is absolutely no need for any so-called evidence.

Even if it is necessary, it is simply a matter of time.

Especially fundamentally, Makoto Uta's goal is no longer achievable.

Therefore, Makoto Yata reached for his waist without hesitation.