Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Just like me, but unfortunately, Shinichi Kudo saw it.

...What are the probabilities of disguise and natural chance?

"You guys go back first, just put my luggage in the antiques."

After saying that, Sano headed straight in the direction where Shinichi Kudo had returned, intending to see for himself what was going on with the second version of himself. Of course, Heiji Hattori and the other man behind him didn't want him to go alone, since that group of people seemed to be more than just ordinary dangerous.

"Wait a minute, let's call the police first..."

"Why call the police? There's no signal here, and even if you do, you'll have to wait for them to come slowly. Do you think those people will just sit here and wait obediently?"

Hattori Heiji choked.

"At least there's Officer Shiroyama; he has a gun..."

"What use is a gun to an old policeman?"

Sano glanced back at the two of them and threw out an irrefutable point: "Don't forget the two girls in the car. Are you two sure you want to drag them into this? You might as well go back to your hometown and stay there."

At this point, Shinichi Kudo and Heiji Hattori finally fell silent.

They could only watch helplessly as Sano, holding an umbrella, gradually disappeared into the rain.

And on the road.

Sano pondered the purpose of this group of people.

A person who looks exactly like him appeared at the hotel he had stayed at. Sano didn't believe it was a coincidence. The question was whether the person's purpose was him or Ueno—though if it was the latter.

Then Sano must also be the root cause.

At least it makes it clear whether this group of people have any connection with Rum.

In addition, it was determined that the known position was that of a familiar faction.

Sano can basically tell what's going on with that face and who's behind it.

"...Master, we've found him. He seems to be waiting for you too."

Daikoku's voice came through, and Sano raised an eyebrow slightly before asking for the exact location.

Then it turned a few corners.

You can see a person holding an umbrella standing by the roadside from a distance.

"I didn't see anyone else nearby."

Daikoku reported to Sano again, but did not let his guard down. Instead, he continued to conduct a more thorough search of the surrounding area in the rain.

Sano continued forward.

When they were only about ten meters apart, Sano stopped and looked at the person opposite him who was almost identical to him in terms of facial features, face shape, body shape, and even hairstyle, with only differences in clothes and expression.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The man smiled and nodded at Sano as a greeting.

Sano remained unmoved—it had been a long time since they'd met; had they met before?

suddenly.

Sano then realized that he was actually just an imposter.

However, unlike Makoto Yata, he is different.

There might be flaws on Sano's side, but there's absolutely no way there could be any "evidence".

...Sano was unaware of whether there were any special secrets on the original owner's side.

But now that he is Sano.

Therefore, Sano and this group of dangerous individuals absolutely cannot be on the same side.

Therefore, Sano chose to ask, "Have we met before?"

"I've seen more than just one... but never mind, I doubt you can remember anyway."

After shaking his head and sighing, the man produced a dagger. Without another word, he threw away his umbrella and charged at Sano, growling with murderous intent and hatred: "What I care about more now is how to take revenge on you and reclaim the identity that rightfully belongs to me!!"

The tip of the knife pierced through the raindrops and pointed at Sano's face.

Sano dodged to the side, but found the man's words somewhat strange.

...Revenge, his original identity?

What's going on? How come they were acting all friendly, like they knew each other very well and there must be something fishy going on, and now they're mortal enemies?

"Sen!"

The cold light shifted.

Sano took another step back, dodging the man's second horizontal stroke.

If this person really did have a connection with the original owner of the body long ago.

Therefore, the possibility of any connection between him and Rum has actually decreased significantly.

In terms of strength...

It doesn't seem like Vermouth either; logically, it doesn't make sense.

For some inexplicable reason... Under his instinctive thinking, Sano retrieved two things from his "experience," one of which was the blunder during the previous bounty posting.

another.

This refers to the current Makoto Yata incident.

"...Your face, you didn't have plastic surgery, did you?"

The sudden question made the man pause in his third attack, and several twisted veins popped out on his rapidly reddening forehead.

This confirms that Sano's guess was correct.

"Ha, this is interesting. Who told you to do this... Could it be the previous generation?"

Sano continued to expand his ideas.

Of all the things Sano knows about the original owner's past, the only special one is the original owner's father, who was also the previous generation's rye whiskey.

He also served as the head of the previous generation's winery action team.

Sano strongly suspected that the person in front of him was that guy's creation.

Chapter 654 The Winery Boss?

For a big shot in a dangerous situation.

It's not impossible to prepare a double or a shadow figure for yourself, specifically to shield you from disaster in special circumstances, right?

Correspondingly.

It's perfectly reasonable to prepare one for someone you care about as well.

"...Sano!!!"

Unfortunately, Sano didn't get a chance to make any further sarcastic remarks in order to find out the result.

The man gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

...But judging from this, Sano is probably about the same.

However, within this seemingly reasonable whole, there is a small problem.

That is, "I guess you don't remember either."

Having met, faces, identities, hatred—these can all perhaps be explained for the time being.

But why would you think it's normal not to remember?

That's rather intriguing...

"Crack!"

Sano retreated to dodge again, but this time he failed to dodge completely.

...The umbrella handle in Sano's hand was cut off.

"Tsk."

Feeling that he might have been a bit presumptuous, Sano secretly clicked his tongue, then threw away the small section of the umbrella handle he was holding and instead gripped the pole.

He then pressed the button on top, causing the umbrella to close up. With a flick of his wrist, he used the umbrella like a knife or spear to stab the person opposite him in the face.

The Stand user also tilted his head to the side, dodging the stab.

However, before he could take any further action, Sano pressed the button again.

The umbrella immediately bounced back and "slammed" into the Stand user's face.

The damage wasn't significant; it mainly obstructed vision.

Damn it!

Helpless, the Stand user could only retreat hastily.

The next second, the cold light tore through the umbrella and rushed toward the face.

"Whoosh!"

After dodging the throwing knives with a backflip, the Stand user swung his sword and knocked three more away. Looking ahead, Sano had three throwing knives between each of his two fingers.

at last.

After getting caught in the rain without an umbrella, Sano officially began his counterattack.

"Sen!"

Several more throwing knives were thrown out.

This left the Stand user busy dodging and defending, and they weren't even able to completely defeat the enemy.

Sano was already engaged in close combat.

"Ding!"

Slender throwing knives and daggers clashed, sparks flying.