Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

However, this reminded Conan of something else.

"By the way, Sano, have you seen Kokushibo lately?"

Conan remembered the body of Kokushi, who still hadn't been found... Of course, he hadn't forgotten about it after that day; he had contacted Sano afterwards.

However, as usual, Sano did not respond.

Of course, Conan also knows that even if they make contact, it will probably be useless.

So much so that when the next few cases came out, they were completely forgotten.

Seeing Conan's anxious look, Sano tilted his head slightly.

"Black Death, who is this?"

"..."

Conan's expression turned speechless.

Sano deliberately thought for a few seconds and said, "Oh, I remember now, I've never seen it before."

"..."

Conan's expression turned suspicious again.

...It's not that I suspect Sano is lying, it's just that Conan really can't figure it out.

Is Sano's memory really that good?

"I'm telling you, you're not going to forget who I am after a while, are you?"

With the intention of lightening the mood, Conan asked half-jokingly.

"Um……"

Sano actually started to think about it seriously, and finally gave his answer: "Probably not, after all, you're so unlucky, we'll run into you every now and then."

"what."

Conan chuckled angrily, "You keep running into me, isn't it because you're so unlucky?"

"Oh."

Sano patted Conan on the head and stopped talking nonsense.

"Go back, or you'll have to pay for another night's accommodation. Do you still have money?"

Conan: "..."

Fake!

I completely forgot about that.

After silently rummaging through his empty pockets, Conan let out a deep breath, then flashed a fawning smile and scurried after Sano with his short legs.

"Hey Sano, Giegie, could you lend me your fare back? Don't worry, I'll pay you back as soon as I get paid!"

Faced with Conan's coquettishness.

Sano felt nauseous.

"Get lost! Pay me back the taxi fare first. It's never hard to borrow again if you repay what you borrow."

"Oh my gosh, Sano giegie~"

"..."

at the same time.

Kuroda Hyōe is criticizing Sano, or more accurately, Kurosawa Jin.

"It was too bloody, and you didn't even bother to choose a suitable setting. You started a gunfight right in the street. Do you know how many emergency calls the police station received? And with your skills, you should have been able to leave a few survivors, right?"

...Kuroda Hyōe's words actually make a lot of sense.

It was already a scandal, and we were trying to suppress it, but it's been blown out of proportion.

Unfortunately, not a single one survived.

Even if there is only one, they can be thrown out as a scapegoat.

In this state, who else can attract attention?

Even Kuroda Hyōe didn't know whether he should first try to cover up the woodpecker incident or cover up the news for his subordinate next to him.

"Anyway, the white-clad figure doesn't exist, so just push the public opinion onto me."

Sano said nonchalantly, leaving Kuroda speechless.

Chapter 661 The tuxedo came on by itself

However, Kuroda Hyōe had to admit that there was a lot of truth to what he said.

Because white is a double-edged sword.

So what is a double-edged sword?

It might hurt yourself, but it's also more lethal.

If Sano is caught doing something wrong, then the authorities will be under pressure.

That's right.

Conversely, Sano, or rather, Kurosawa Jin.

What does this have to do with the authorities?

White clothes?

What white coat?

Talking nonsense is spreading rumors and slander, and you'll get arrested!

Thinking of this, Kuroda Hyōe stopped talking, but Sano tugged at his clothes and said in return, "I have another complaint."

"……what?"

"Why do you have to wear white?"

Kuroda Hyoue's attention was successfully diverted. After a few seconds of silence, he asked in return, "...Then why do you insist on wearing black?"

"At least the bloodstains on the black surface are not obvious."

Sano's answer left Kuroda speechless, and he turned to look at him.

On Sano's chest.

The two red dots are indeed quite noticeable.

...It's hard to argue with.

But what can I do? I can't decide what to wear.

The topic ended there.

After dropping Sano off at the station, Kuroda Heiwa left.

...So, it's something that could be resolved with just a phone call and a few words.

Why did you have to make a special trip back?

Was it Kuroda Hyōe's attempt to establish his authority, or was it simply the damned rules and regulations?

Sano got into the car and started to drift off into thought.

...Although rules are inevitable for any organization or group, even a distillery, the righteous organization has more and stricter rules compared to the righteous one, including those that the righteous organization is unwilling to admit and which are considered shadowy parts that cannot be exposed.

is also like this.

Sano's sudden desire to join the White Robe was merely a spur-of-the-moment decision.

There was absolutely no compelling reason; it was just something I did on a whim.

Now it seems like we should just withdraw altogether; it's not really worth it.

"Dudu-"

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Just as Sano thought it was that old bastard Kuroda Hyōe again and was about to add something, he took it out and saw that it was a bank transfer notification.

"..."

Looking at the string of zeros above, Sano's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

Hmm... never mind, I'll just stay here a bit longer.

No wonder Kuroda Hyōe is so annoying; he paid for it.

Before Sano could even put his phone back in his pocket, another text message arrived.

This time it really was Kuroda Hyoue.

Nothing special was said. He just told Sano to make a phone call to meet with his teammates, and then to do whatever he was supposed to do and follow the captain's instructions.

On the same train.

The clone of Sano's original identity and the disguised body of Kurosawa Ren closed their eyes.

They entered a short period of rest.

……

Tokyo.

A quiet bar.

A man in his thirties was wiping his long sword, while an old man in his seventies or eighties was polishing his Western-style armor. A young couple were laughing to themselves while holding their phones, but the couple next to them were talking to each other.

Although the woman didn't seem to want to talk to the man much, you could even say that.

I'm getting a little annoyed.

"Miss Narumi, you probably don't have work tomorrow, right? It just so happens that I don't either. How about we go to the cinema together to see the latest blockbuster?"

Faced with Corinne's countless attempts to strike up a conversation since their first meeting, Asai Narumi glanced helplessly at her teammate beside her.