Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Hey, what exactly do you guys want? Where's your boss? If you have something to say, let him come out and talk to me. Don't waste my time here!"

Inspector Megure shouted through a megaphone.

But no one paid any attention; the group of people just stood there doing as they pleased.

This made Inspector Megure feel extremely angry.

"If you're going to fight, then fight already. If not, go home and sleep. Why are you all acting like sissies? Are you scared?"

...Although such provocations could worsen the stalemate.

But Inspector Megure was at a loss.

If this stalemate continues, the consequences will be serious. Police procedures across the country are nearly paralyzed, and countless emergency calls go unanswered. Even polite explanations are ineffective. Inspector Megure has no choice but to do this, hoping that the other side will respond, and not in a bad way.

And what's surprising is that...

As expected, the Black Reaper responded, and it wasn't a bad response... but it wasn't exactly a good one either.

"Heh, what are you saying, officer? What do you mean by hitting or not hitting? We're all law-abiding civilized people, don't be so vulgar, okay? We're just out having some free time to get together and take a walk, don't be so tense."

Inspector Megure's face had just shown surprise and relief when he heard the news, and then his expression darkened again.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You're just taking a walk and then you refuse to leave the Metropolitan Police Department's main gate? And you call that obeying the law? This is obstructing official business, and we have every right to arrest you, you know that?!"

"Oh?"

The Black Reaper members standing at the front exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

"Okay, go ahead and arrest us. We law-abiding citizens will definitely cooperate and not resist."

After saying that, the people in the front row walked forward, their wrists touching and stretched out.

His arrogant attitude infuriated Inspector Megure, turning his face ashen.

But a few seconds later, Inspector Megure realized that these people hadn't stopped walking at all, and had even completely broken away from the group, approaching the interior.

What's going on?

Inspector Megure was stunned for a moment, but he still felt that this was an opportunity to finally get his revenge.

"Cuff him!"

At a command, several policemen went up to handcuff the man, while the rest of the policemen kept watch on the main force behind them, in case the other side suddenly attacked at any moment.

This was quite unexpected.

Not to mention the main group behind them, even the few people being handcuffed didn't resist at all; they were truly obedient and cooperative in their investigation.

What exactly is going on?

"Hey, everyone in the back, hurry up and line up! Cooperate with the police investigation!"

With a shout, the main force behind finally began to move, but before Inspector Megure could even get nervous, he discovered that these people weren't moving as much as he'd hoped. Instead, just as he'd said, they obediently split into several groups, lined up neatly as if waiting to be arrested.

"……police officer?"

Takagi Wataru glanced tentatively at Inspector Megure.

Inspector Megure was stunned for a moment, thought about it again and again, and finally waved his hand.

"Arrest them all!"

"Yes!"

So, for a moment, the scene resembled an elderly couple in a supermarket lining up to receive free eggs, all in an orderly fashion, one after another handcuffed by the police.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand...

One minute, ten minutes, half an hour—almost all the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department were on the job, a small number handcuffing people and a large number keeping watch.

The police officers handcuffed the people until their hands went numb, and they had to switch with their colleagues several times, but they still didn't feel that the number of people had decreased.

"Officer, we're running out of handcuffs..."

Finally, a new challenge arose, and Takagi Wataru leaned over, sweating profusely as he looked around.

"And even if we had enough handcuffs, there's nowhere to lock up so many people."

Inspector Megure: "..."

That makes a lot of sense.

Inspector Megure originally thought that he would just handcuff these people and lock them up for a day, without actually taking it to court; a lecture would suffice.

But looking at it now...

The Metropolitan Police Department simply can't accommodate them all; they can't just lock them up on the curb, can they?

Looking at the enormous workload at the source of the several teams, Inspector Megure had a terrible headache... He couldn't catch them all, he simply couldn't catch them all!

"...What are they thinking?"

In the distance, Conan, who had watched the whole thing from beginning to end, was completely bewildered.

Faced with Conan's question, Amuro Tooru didn't reply. He just frowned and turned his phone around. Finally, he suddenly paused, quickly opened his phone, and dialed a number: "Hey, help me find out who the source of all the instructions tonight targeting Black Reaper and All-Knowing is in the program!"

About ten seconds later, Amuro Tooru hung up the phone, started the car, and drove away from the Metropolitan Police Department with a drift, heading in a very clear direction.

"What's going on?"

Conan quickly grabbed the seatbelt: "This is a feint attack. The Black Death's real target is actually the official who gave the order, but how did you know?"

"I don't know, I just have a feeling it will be like this."

Amuro Tooru accelerated wildly and said this.

Conan didn't ask any more questions. Actually, he had the same feeling, but since it didn't make much sense, he didn't mention it. Anyway, there was nothing he could do while watching from the Metropolitan Police Department, so going over to take a look wouldn't hurt.

But then, when they drove onto a bridge halfway through their journey, they had a stroke of good luck.

This is already a rather remote area, and there's no one on the bridge... Oh, there is one person, standing all alone in the middle.

The special forces trench coat fluttered in the wind.

The two large characters "Invincible" on the back are already a fairly distinctive feature that distinguishes it from other members of the Black Reaper.

Chapter 673 Conan: That sounds so familiar.

"...and it actually came true."

Amuro Tooru slowly stopped the car, pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. Conan followed him out of the car, staring blankly at the figure on the bridge.

"I knew it, this guy wouldn't die so easily."

At this moment, even though the two sides should be on opposing sides, Conan couldn't help but sigh with a mix of excitement and melancholy.

This startled Amuro Tooru, who then looked at him with a rather strange expression.

"...Didn't I tell you? Black Death had a showdown with the Blacksmith not long before."

"……Um?"

Conan looked at Amuro Tooru, bewildered: "When?"

"It was... well, the day after he knocked me and Shuichi Akai unconscious."

When that matter was brought up, Amuro Tooru couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

...As a public security officer, I forced myself to team up with Shuichi Akai, only to be taken down in just a few rounds.

That's really true...

However, when he thought about how Kokushiki single-handedly took down the largest stronghold of the Black Organization, even though it was just a rumor, considering that it wasn't widely spread, its authenticity shouldn't be too bad. So Amuro Tooru felt that his loss wasn't entirely unjust.

While Amuro Tooru was lost in thought, Conan, who was standing next to him, was quite shocked.

What kind of nonsense is this that Black Death and the Distillery have clashed?

Is it that powerful?

The winery that he considered a major enemy was not something this person feared at all?

What? You're currently arguing with the authorities?

...In comparison, it seems there really isn't a problem.

But isn't this timing a bit off?

The day after that, the day before he was suspected of being dead and his body could not be found, he should have been bedridden for a while, if not miraculously survived.

So they ended up going straight into battle?

In my confusion, red and blue lights came into view on the other side of the bridge.

Twenty or thirty police cars drove onto the bridge.

"Oh no, they've arrived!"

Amuro Tooru hadn't expected the timing to be so perfect; before he could even try to communicate and negotiate with Kokushi, his target had already arrived.

Now, let alone how to persuade Black Death to let the other side go.

How to persuade the people on your side not to fight the Black Death is a big problem.

Just then, Black Death also stepped towards the other side.

Amuro Tooru and Conan had only run a few steps when the people in the police car on the other side, who were moving at a considerable speed, noticed something was wrong and gradually slowed down.

But before Amuro could even breathe a sigh of relief...

The police car in the very center suddenly started moving forward again, and at full speed, without changing direction at all. It wasn't trying to break through the obstruction, but rather to run over Black Death!

"No, stop right now!!"

Conan exclaimed in shock, partly because he was worried that the other party had really killed Kokushi, but also because he was surprised that the other party had the confidence to stand there.

It certainly won't be gone so easily.

...But what if Black Death himself came here just to negotiate?

all in all.

We must prevent a conflict!

Conan's short legs couldn't outrun the car, even compared to Amuro Tooru's long legs, let alone Conan himself, not to mention Kokushiro was actively trying to meet him... But looking at it this way, it's clear that the other party wasn't there to negotiate.