Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Conan: "..."

Somewhat speechless and incredulous, Conan turned around and looked at the little girl with an unusually strange gaze... Putting aside the absurd point that she felt she had lost the game and was sulking, did this girl see Sano as the Grim Reaper?

Could it be that Sano doesn't even hold back when it comes to his own kids?

Conan, who was in no mood to complain, was too lazy to explain and simply pushed open the door to Sano, who was sleeping on the bed: "Sano, I have something to say..."

He only got halfway through his sentence.

Conan, however, found that Sano hadn't made a sound at all, and immediately became frustrated.

...She just got woken up and fell asleep again. How tired must she be?

Suddenly, Conan's gaze fell on the cell phone next to Sano's pillow.

After a sudden inspiration.

Conan looked at the little girl: "Hey, do you know what Sano's phone password is?"

"I know, so what?"

The little girl nodded, giving an unexpected surprise.

"Really? Can you tell me?"

Conan looked at the little girl expectantly, but she became wary.

Why should I tell you?

"I have something very important to do... You probably don't want me to disturb Sano's sleep, do you?"

Conan tried to fool him.

The little girl thought for a moment and said, "How about this? You do as I say, and when you're done, I'll tell you your phone password, okay?"

Ok?

Conan blinked in confusion: "What is it?"

The little girl pulled a pen from her pocket and handed it to Conan: "Draw a big turtle on his face. If you don't get caught, I'll tell you."

Conan instinctively took the pen, then looked up to see the little girl's sly smile.

A row of dots was slowly projected.

...This isn't because Sano led them astray at all.

He's completely transformed into Sano's shape!

"...No, if you do this, aren't you afraid that Sano will wake up later?"

Facing Conan's question.

The little girl just smiled innocently: "You did it, what am I afraid of?"

Conan: "..."

Fuck, this girl really is Sano's biological daughter, right?

Seeing Conan hesitate, the little girl blinked her big eyes twice and continued.

"The choice is between the password and your life."

Conan's lips twitched... It couldn't be so serious that he had to choose between two life codes, could it?

After gritting his teeth, Conan nodded in agreement.

...If Conan draws a turtle for Sano, he might lose half his life.

Or you can choose not to draw and continue waiting.

That kind of torment was worse than death.

Conan uncapped the pen, held his breath, and quietly approached the bedside. The little girl also nervously moved closer, her eyes wide, and then the pen fell to the ground.

Their hearts were pounding in their throats.

Fortunately, Sano did not open his eyes, which relieved the two of them.

...That should put things in the bag.

Conan continued drawing, and after finishing a turtle shell, he couldn't help but exchange a glance with the little girl next to him, and then they both chuckled.

However, before the two could finish laughing, Conan had just turned around to continue drawing when he met Sano's calm eyes.

"..."

Conan and the little girl both froze with a smile.

"Stop laughing, why did you stop laughing?"

Sano asked quietly, and Conan immediately withdrew his large teeth, scratching his face awkwardly.

"Cough, Sano, when did you wake up?"

"At the beginning."

Sano looked at the little girl: "Password or life?"

Just as she was about to spout some nonsense, mentioning that she had already tried her best to stop Conan, but he had ignored her and thus extricated her from the situation: "..."

It's over.

Sano let out a breath and sat up.

"I can't sleep well at all, it's so annoying."

Looking at the pen in Conan's hand, Sano's somewhat lazy gaze suddenly focused.

He reached out and took the pen from Conan's hand, examining it for a few seconds.

Sano glared at the little girl: "Where did you get that pen from?"

"what?"

The bewildered girl scratched her head: "I took it from under your computer."

"But it's a marker!"

Upon hearing Sano's words, the little girl and Conan immediately fell silent, their first thought being, "This time, it's probably not just half a life left..."

"Run!"

Conan tried to escape, but naturally he was pinned to the ground by Sano, one hand on each side.

A few minutes later.

The children squatting in front of the TV looked at the two big, dark faces in front of them.

She wanted to laugh but dared not, afraid that Sano, who was frantically rubbing his face, would think she was laughing at him and turn around and give her a black face in return.

So he could only turn his head away and try his best not to look at Conan and the other two.

Even if they didn't look at them, those two dark faces kept appearing in their minds, causing the three real children to tremble violently.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was having an epileptic seizure...

Over there, after Sano scrubbed so hard, he almost rubbed off a layer of skin from his face.

Finally, we managed to rub off that incredibly ugly turtle shell.

"...What lousy skills! You can't even draw a turtle properly. It's worse than what a kindergarten kid could draw. It's even worse than your gaming skills."

Hearing Sano's mockery.

Conan's lips twitched again... Damn it, the drawing has already been completed, why is he still talking so much, and even stabbing me in the back twice? The marker incident can't be blamed on me, in the end, isn't the culprit Sano himself?

If Sano hadn't led Naoko astray and made her hostile,

Could this be?

Conan was inwardly furious, but dared not utter a sound on the surface.

The little girl next to her was relieved that Conan was drawing the attention away from her, but unfortunately, the next second Sano turned his attention to her: "Did I tell you to hang up your clothes before I went to bed? You seem to be having a lot of fun playing games here?"

Little girl: "..."

"what……"

Fortunately, Sano didn't dwell on it and instead let out a big yawn.

"...So tired."

"If you're tired, go back to sleep."

Conan tried to quickly gloss over the matter.

But Sano glanced at Conan... He wasn't woken up from his sleep; he was busy with other things. The reason he didn't react to the noise was simply because he wanted to see what those two idiots were up to.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong...

After wiping my face, I realized that things over there had been mostly taken care of.

But Sano didn't go to sleep right away.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and the little girl immediately ran over to open it.

And after opening the door.

Standing outside the door were Ran Mouri and her father, Inspector Megure, and one other person.

A short, stocky man I've never seen before.

...It can't be said that he resembles Inspector Megure; it should be said that he resembles Vodka.

He was probably in his forties or fifties, dressed in a chef's uniform and wearing a tall chef's hat. Underneath the hat, one could see that he had a short, crew cut. Other distinctive features included a standard Japanese-style mustache on his philtrum, two large front teeth that protruded from his lips like a rat's, and one eye covered by a pirate-style eyepatch...

Is it a one-eyed character?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Senior Brother Sano. My name is Kenjiro Wakita, and I'm a cook. I've long admired your reputation, and I hope to receive your guidance in the future."

Kenjiro Wakita smiled and bowed to Sano, greeting him.

"Big...Senior Brother?"

Conan, bewildered, poked his head between the two.