Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

However, Ran Mouri, who was initially taken aback after glancing at him, laughed cruelly.

"Hahahaha, Conan, your face..."

Leave request and explanation

I'm taking a day off. Also, some readers asked if I'm nearing the end. The answer is yes, there are about 100,000 or 200,000 words left. I'm not entirely sure about this part. Actually, my editor was already urging me to finish back in July and August, but I didn't know how to finish it and it's only now that I'm starting to get a feel for it. To be honest, this is my first time writing this kind of genre, and my first time writing something this long. I originally planned to end it around 150 words, but it seems like there's too much filler later on. There are still some things I want to write, but not writing them wouldn't have a huge impact... well, it's really unnecessary. I'll fill in the plot holes that need filling. I won't go into too much detail; I'll talk about it after I finish writing. It's also a way of giving an explanation to everyone who's been following the story.

grateful!!!

Chapter 680 Rum Goes Offline at Lightning Speed

And Ran Mouri smiled.

Whether it was someone who had managed to distract themselves and suppress their feelings earlier, or someone who hadn't noticed this area yet, they all suddenly felt like they couldn't hold it in anymore.

Ok.

Aside from Conan, the person directly involved, and the little girl who secretly hid her face, afraid that others would notice her and drag her out to be mocked... the two of them really couldn't laugh.

It wasn't until quite a while later.

After laughing enough, Ran Mouri dragged Conan to wash his face. Then Inspector Megure and Kogoro Mouri, along with Kanenori Wakita, sat down with Sano.

"Let's get down to business, Sano-kun."

Inspector Megure lit a cigarette: "You know about the commotion outside today, right?"

Sano also lit a cigarette.

"I know, so what?"

"I'd like to ask what you think..."

"My thoughts?"

Before Inspector Megure could finish speaking, Sano interrupted him with a laugh, "Hey bro, what do you take me for? A war god? I'm just a detective. You can ask me to solve cases, but what do you expect me to do in a war?"

"Tsk, don't say that, kid."

Kogoro Mouri clicked his tongue and said, "Whether it's useful or not, at least we should check the situation first. We can't just do nothing, can we? Inspector Megure has no other choice."

"Since you know there's no way to get it done, why bother with all that effort?"

Sano nudged Kogoro Mouri on the shoulder in annoyance, reminding him that his cigarette ash had fallen on his floor, and then looked at Inspector Megure: "Human power has its limits. We are not gods. There are some things we just can't do. You're an old hand, you should know to be more easygoing."

"But the problem now is that I no longer care which side wins this war. What I hope for is that no more innocent people will die."

"Then you should try to persuade the authorities."

"I need to be able to persuade them!"

"You think you can persuade me if you can't?"

“I know you can’t persuade me otherwise, that’s why I came here to discuss this.”

"Discuss what?!"

Sano said impatiently, "If all else fails, we'll try persuading those above us."

Upon hearing Sano's words, Inspector Megure was taken aback.

"...You want me to rebel?"

"Hey, I didn't say that."

Sano flicked his cigarette ash: "If you want a field to have a stable harvest, then in addition to fertilizer, killing pests is also a necessary means. As the saying goes, water can carry a boat but it can also capsize it. The horse can't decide the direction, but can't it decide who rides on it and is responsible for controlling the direction?"

Inspector Megure stroked his chin thoughtfully: "...This is also difficult, but much less so. And even without this incident, now that we know there are internal problems, I will do my best to resolve them. It's just that that takes time, and what we lack most right now is time. There's no time to lose."

If there's no time, then don't rush.

Sano continued flicking cigarette ash.

"Anyway, after this trip, most of those pests should be cleared out, which will actually save you a lot of effort."

"But this could also lead to innocent people..."

"Ugh, you're really annoying. If you don't cut off the damaged part quickly, it will die. You can't have your cake and eat it too. Do I need to teach you such a simple principle? You're so indecisive and wishy-washy. Can't you be a little more manly?"

"How can I make such a decisive move by taking someone else's life!"

Inspector Megure stood up angrily: "No matter how slim the hope, we must try!"

"Yes, yes, go ahead and try it. It's none of my business anyway."

Sano stubbed out his cigarette and scratched his ear dismissively, but Inspector Megure immediately launched into a moral blackmail: "How can it be nothing? You're the strongest supporter of justice, Sano. If you don't participate, who else can we rely on? Don't you feel heartbroken watching those lives slip away?"

...Okay, Sano knows this isn't about moral blackmail.

Although the logic on the surface is the same, the underlying motivations are fundamentally different. First of all, the first point of moral blackmail is basically about being generous at other people's expense, while Inspector Megure himself is willing to pay his own price, which is already a decisive difference. More importantly, there is his feelings for Sano, or more precisely, the relationship between the two of them.

Normal people might feel embarrassed to bother strangers when they need something.

But with friends, they feel very comfortable doing it, and even take it for granted.

This is a bad habit of humankind, but it is also a form of proof.

The less restraint they showed, the more it proved they were inseparable... But even so, Sano still felt that Inspector Megure had overestimated their relationship.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Sano's initial goal was to build a closer relationship.

It's like this now.

Sano himself has to bear most of the responsibility.

But to be honest, at this point, Sano no longer needs to pretend.

Sano stood up.

The already heated atmosphere seemed to be on the verge of a complete breakdown, with the real and fake children and Ran Mouri, the older child, all standing nearby.

They didn't dare to make a sound at all.

"...Well, everyone, calm down. We came here to discuss things, but it's not right for us to start fighting among ourselves."

Wakita Kanenori stepped in at the right moment to act as a peacemaker, and at the same time, he calmed both sides down and sat down: "Why don't you explain the details to Senior Brother first, Officer? He doesn't know much about that terrorist organization, does he? The more he learns, the more likely he is to come up with some brilliant ideas."

"Too."

Inspector Megure then realized that he hadn't explained things to Sano in detail yet.

"I won't go into too much detail about the official side, but the main issue is that abnormal terrorist organization. Black Death, Black Mask, Kurosawa, and Black Fox have all made their appearances, in addition to Black Cat and Rye Whiskey."

Inspector Megure pulled six photos out of his pocket.

"This was originally internal information and couldn't be leaked to the outside world... But I feel like the higher-ups didn't give us all the details. Also, to be honest, I originally thought that the most dangerous person in this group was this bomb maniac, but I didn't expect that Kurosawa would actually be able to do it..."

The voice, seemingly speaking to itself, carried an increasingly heavy sense of resentment.

...Leaving aside other things.

The fact that there was no intelligence about all the things Rye had done, and that the police could only refer to him as a bomb maniac, speaks volumes.

Yes.

Inspector Megure also knew that some secrets were kept under very high security.

The premise of maintaining secrecy is often to control the impact, but the authorities have failed to control it at all, which is a very incompetent performance.

While the authorities cannot be entirely blamed, they cannot shirk their responsibility.

"...But these people are all from very different backgrounds."

Kenjiro Wakita didn't give Inspector Megure a chance to feel melancholy: "From delinquents to champions of justice to assassins, and even arrogant terrorists, these people have completely different, even opposing, stances on the surface. Is it all an act? Is all their behavior like that in everyday life?"

"In any case, at least on this matter, they are definitely on the same side."

Conan joined in: "But what's a bit puzzling is that they act alone in some things, but in other things they team up. If this is because it's a rule that official business requires teammates, or if it's a more difficult mission that requires teammates, then yesterday's Black Death attack and today's Black Mask fighting alone don't make sense."

"Is it possible that this was simply due to their personal wishes?"

Inspector Megure speculated, but Conan immediately denied it... There was no particular reason, he just felt that things couldn't be that simple.

"Perhaps it's due to the importance of the mission."

Kenjiro Wakita also offered a "guess," laughing, "Some things are difficult but not important, while others are easy but very important. So it's normal to have an extra person to monitor and supervise each other. As for whether the team is fixed, it depends on whether the person in charge wants to ensure the success rate or the degree of control."

These words immediately received the approval of Conan and the others.

Before Conan could even marvel at the man's head, Wakita Kanenori smiled and looked at Sano: "Of course, we don't know for sure, but we're just giving a reasonable guess. What do you think, Senior Brother?"

Sano looked at Wakita Kanenori's one eye, but before he could speak, there was another knock on the door. Ran Mouri ran to open the door, revealing a head of blond hair.

"...It's you!?"

Inspector Megure jumped up and recognized the wanted second-in-command of the Black Reaper, while the blond-haired man ignored him and looked at Sano.

"I've come to take them."

"Ah."

Sano stood up again, waved to the little girl, and then pushed the money to the blond-haired man: "I'll transfer the money to your account later. I'll contact you to pick them up after this is over."

"Ah."

The blond-haired man glanced down at the little girl, his eyes suddenly turning strange.

"...How come he's gotten so tanned in just a few days?"

Little girl: "..."

Fortunately, the blond-haired man didn't dwell on that. Instead, he asked Sano, "Hey, you're such a detective, it's so easy for you to offend people. How long has it been? How did you get into such big trouble again?"

"Stop talking nonsense and let's go, or one of the officers will arrest you."

Sano's words extinguished the blond-haired man's curiosity.

"alright."

The blond-haired man shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. He then left with the little girl.

But looking back...