Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

...Indeed, relying on yourself is worse than relying on anyone else; you have to take action to wake up.

After looking around, Sano took a step, but he didn't go in the direction Conan and Amuro went to the rooftop, nor in the direction the others had retreated.

It is a path that only Sano can walk alone.

Then, not long after.

A dark figure flapped its enormous wings, passed through the middle of the building, and flew into the night sky.

Chapter 667 Question 5: Can this be called being low-key?

The unmanned probe has lost control.

The speed at which it fell was unimaginable. As far as Sano knew, that thing didn't seem to be very big, at most equivalent to a small meteorite.

It's at least a small meteorite.

The extent of the force of the attack can be seen from the scope of the police evacuation of the crowd.

Sano didn't know if Conan's idea was feasible.

But at least for Sano personally, there seems to be no other way but this approach.

"Rumble..."

Even from a distance, Sano could clearly see the streak of light trailing a flame, and could vaguely hear the terrifying sound of air being torn apart... Could it be going supersonic? He had to keep a safe distance.

"stop."

At Sano's command, the physical evil spirit immediately stopped its ascent.

"Scatter everything out!"

At another command, the physical evil spirit pulled a sack from its pocket and threw it out. Inside were countless fist-sized iron balls.

They were distributed around the swan.

"Boom!!"

Hundreds and thousands of fireballs shone brilliantly in the night sky.

Unlike Conan's plan to use bombs to change the thing's trajectory, Sano's plan was more brutal: to blow it up.

...Changing the trajectory is simply outrageous.

At least Sano didn't know how to bomb the swans that would normally land in central Tokyo to be precisely moved to an uninhabited area in the wild.

Even if it were possible, it would be much easier to just destroy it directly.

Unfortunately.

The next second, the fireballs dissipated one after another, with the larger fireball breaking through the smoke.

...As expected, it still wasn't quite right; only a small part was destroyed.

Sano clicked his tongue in amazement; the way the bombs were thrown was too widespread.

Many of them failed to play a practical role.

Even if Sano continues, it's unlikely he can completely eliminate it before it lands... He'll need a more powerful single bomb.

The problem is that while Sano's arsenal does indeed contain powerful single bombs, how to ensure they are close enough to the swan is another issue.

With a try-it-out mentality, Sano had the physical evil spirit pull out an iron rod that was half the thickness of a person and almost as tall as a person, and threw it out with all his might.

Well... it went astray.

The explosion happened 8,000 miles away, but it didn't even cause a rip-off.

If that doesn't work, then we'll have to try this.

Sano rubbed his fingers together and gave the order: "Charge!"

"call!"

The physical evil spirit flapped its wings and crashed directly into the swan.

Before the two could even come into complete contact, the wind pressure and high temperature brought about by the high-speed fall were already enough to make the physical evil spirit's body almost unable to withstand it.

It hasn't reached its limit yet.

Sano, through the perspective of the phantom evil spirit, tries to wait for a critical opportunity.

Then, at some point...

The phantom spirit's wings were already broken, and Sano, without hesitation, snapped his fingers—

"clatter."

"boom--!!!"

It was just one explosion, yet it created a massive fire cloud that shrouded the night sky, far larger than the hundreds or thousands of explosions combined before.

It felt like suddenly being at midday.

...That's right, self-destruction.

However, it wasn't a physical evil spirit carrying a bomb that crashed into the swan and then Sano detonated it.

Rather, the physical evil spirit itself is a bomb.

Having the characteristics of both living and dead things, Sano would naturally try something a little outrageous: a humanoid mobile bomb weighing over 100 pounds.

It's so comfortable to use!

However, Sano couldn't be sure whether this would be enough to destroy the swan all at once.

But this is the last resort.

If it fails, then Sano won't have the time to try to convert it.

Even if it is possible.

There wouldn't be time to fly up and self-destruct.

...Of course, in terms of the outcome, Sano has succeeded.

As Sano raised his right hand, a thought struck him, and Daikoku appeared in his hand.

"Ouch, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Big Black flapped its wings, its head bobbing up and down as it howled like a banshee.

"Alright, you've already been resurrected. Don't talk about injuries anymore. You're covered in new parts now. What's there to complain about in that one moment?"

Sano patted Daikoku's head.

"There is no physical pain, but the psychological trauma is indelible!"

Big Black cried and sobbed, "I don't even know if I got roasted first or turned into mincemeat first! Damn it, I'll never do this again!"

"Tsk, why so effeminate."

Sano casually tossed aside Daikoku, turned his head and glanced at the top of the building on the other side. After waiting for a long time for the bomb to arrive, they had already watched three rounds of fireworks displays. Amuro Tooru and Conan's brains had completely crashed.

These two can just stand there in a daze.

After saving the world, I'll have to catch the mastermind behind it all.

Sano easily grabbed the big black dog back, and large wings sprouted from its back.

But before that, we need to take over the armory.

Tsk, we should have let Big Black find it first, and then summon it back ourselves.

That will save you the trouble.

Meanwhile.

Amuro Tooru, who was on the rooftop, was pulled back to his senses by a phone call. He answered the call and it lasted only a few seconds.

His brows furrowed tightly.

"okay, I get it."

"……What's wrong?"

Conan snapped out of his daze and wondered if the fireworks show was something that the organizers had done on their own after receiving his suggestion. Could there have been a mistake?

"nothing."

Amuro Tooru hesitated for a moment, then chose to be evasive, not explaining much to Conan, and looked up at the sky again: "I wonder if it's been resolved yet."

"Wasn't that the phone call just now about this?"

Conan asked the question, partly out of genuine doubt and partly as a probe.

Amuro Tooru shook his head: "We were just talking about tracking down the mastermind."

"The mastermind?"

Conan was taken aback, knowing that this idea had only just come about.

Because the two of them were in a hurry to deal with the swan problem, they didn't pay any attention to it at all, but now the authorities already know... "Did Sano tell the police?"

Conan, who had noticed long ago that Sano hadn't followed, figured that was probably the case.

Amuro Tooru, however, shook his head, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"It's another one, an even more unpredictable one."

The scene changes.

After investigation, it was confirmed that the out-of-control swan detector had been completely destroyed.

To ensure order during the evacuation, those who remained in the Metropolitan Police Department to direct operations cheered, essentially sharing life and death with the department.

But what the revelers didn't notice was...

Outside the half-open door, several people with indifferent expressions walked through the corridor.

A few seconds after these people walked by, a few more people followed.

"...I mean, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to walk into the Metropolitan Police Department so openly?"

Tachibana Maya, dressed in a plain black business suit, was a little nervous.