Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

However, before the group could even check the injuries or see if any first aid could be given, the injured were left alone.

The helicopters overhead had already landed.

"Damn it."

Just as Kaito Kuroba and Makoto Kyogoku were considering whether to take over for Kurosawa, the next second two machine gun barrels protruding from the helicopter forced them to remain motionless... If it were just the two of them, they might be able to take a gamble and try to fight the other side head-on.

It could be behind the two of them.

It's Sonoko Suzuki, it's Conan, it's the dying Kurosawa, and it's Kogoro Mouri who has just woken up and is still a bit confused. Oh, and there's Ran Mouri who has just arrived at the observation deck as well.

Who the hell would dare to touch this?

Conan frowned, staring at the helicopter. Several burly men with guns, who didn't look like good people, jumped down, but didn't make any rash moves. Instead, they waited for the last hunched figure to slowly descend.

...What is that?

Suddenly, Conan's pupils contracted as he recognized the aged face.

"Shouldn't this guy be in jail?"

Hearing Conan's surprised and uncertain voice, Kaito Kuroba turned around and asked, "What, do you recognize this old man... uh, Arthur?"

"Nonsense, the reason the black-clad man and the Japanese officials have been arguing for days is because of him."

Conan's face was extremely grim: "The leader of the radical faction."

Yes, that makes sense now. Why was he so obsessed with the Black Mask? It turns out he was a sworn enemy... But how did this guy even get out of there?

If there's no movement at all, that's fine too.

They even caused such a huge mess.

"Oh, that's really tragic."

The old man didn't approach, but just looked at the inhuman Kurosawa from afar, stroking his beard with a smile. After a while, he seemed to have had enough of admiring him, and then turned to Sano, Conan and the others: "It's a bit of a pity that we can't see this guy's regretful face, but it doesn't matter. What about you guys? Do you have any last words you want to say?"

"Wait a moment."

Kaito Kuroba quickly said, "Shouldn't your target be just him? And since you've already succeeded, there's no need to drag others into this, is there?"

...This is not because Kaito Kuroba is cowardly or disloyal.

However, given the current situation, we are not in a favorable position. The key issue is that we have too many burdens. If we can be spared and get rid of these burdens first, we might be able to take a chance and bring the most troublesome burden with us.

However, the old man suddenly laughed.

"Others?"

"What a joke! Don't think I don't know, you're all in cahoots!"

The old man's eyes suddenly turned ruthless, like a wild beast about to lose control... Indeed, although Sano was highly suspicious, the others could not be said to be completely innocent, especially for someone who hated someone so much that he would rather kill three thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

It's not surprising that they would immediately identify them all as enemies.

Conan, feeling both surprised and amused, subtly noticed something on the ground: a small black doll...

Or perhaps a doll, a puppet?

It's basically the same thing, but the key point is what it looks like.

The black-clad Kamen Rider.

Conan would never believe that this was just a simple piece of merchandise.

Because the official Kamen Rider series doesn't have a black version, and no fool would dare to steal the "copyright" of a black Kamen Rider, not to mention that this is Singapore and there shouldn't be any Japanese merchandise here... In the end, Conan was also very certain.

This definitely wasn't on the ground before.

Taking advantage of his short stature, Conan quietly took a few steps back, squatted down, picked up the thing, hesitated for two seconds, and then made up his mind.

"Transform!!"

Conan held up the Superman keychain and shouted.

Chapter 695 Beneath that mask lies anyone.

Conan's desperate, hopeful shout startled everyone present, who turned to look in the direction of the sound, but remained silent for several seconds.

Hmm, nothing's happening.

Not just others, but also Conan.

"..."

Oh dear, it failed.

Conan's lips twitched, a stark contrast to the despair of his last hope being extinguished.

At least Conan himself felt more embarrassed.

Make sense.

Conan wasn't really confident, whether this thing was the core of Kurosawa's disguise, or even if it was, whether he could use it... But what could he do?

In this situation, what else can we do but take a gamble?

...Although it seems that, perhaps, or maybe, I lost the bet.

"Hahahahahaha."

It was hard to tell if the sound was mocking, but the old man, whose back was already bent over, almost broke from laughing. He said, "This kid is really something. He actually has Black Mask fans here in Singapore?"

Conan's shout of "Transform!" truly startled everyone present.

Although I don't understand why.

But everyone still subconsciously thought that the mask was about to appear again.

The result... well.

Putting Conan aside, at least the old man was relieved and amused.

Before the old man could say anything more, Conan, whose face was flushed red, felt a dark shadow block his vision from above, and then a large hand reached down and took the Superman keychain from his hand...

It's Sano.

No one expected that Sano would suddenly step forward at this moment.

In particular, they even took that thing from Conan.

"Sano Shinichiro..."

The old man's eyes suddenly became serious. For some unknown reason, he didn't move, but quietly watched Sano walk this way.

Sano, with the Superman keychain loop on his right index finger, twirled it once and then held it in his palm, walking towards the old man with a very calm expression.

...Okay, actually Sano isn't that ordinary.

That was definitely quite painful. Sano almost couldn't recover and ended up getting injured without taking any damage. Luckily, he was used to it and managed to withstand it, otherwise he might have embarrassed himself... But it doesn't matter anymore.

Sano glanced at the camera on the helicopter over there.

Perhaps wanting to prove himself to the public, or simply wanting to "humiliate" his enemy, he not only didn't turn off the live stream but even adjusted the angle so that Sano couldn't switch his online persona.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether he changes it or not. And if he really wanted to change it, Sano had many ways to shut down the live stream. He just felt it was unnecessary.

However, Conan's actions did startle Sano.

...If Sano hadn't reacted quickly and promptly turned off the Superman accessory's effect...

Sano couldn't even imagine how beautiful that elementary school student masked image would be...

Sano stared directly at the old man, taking unhurried steps as he raised the pendant in his hand, and finally uttered two words—"Transform."

next second.

The blackness started to spread upwards from Sano's feet.

From the boots on the feet, to the trousers on the calves, thighs and waist, then the chest armor, gloves, shoulder armor, and finally the motorcycle helmet.

Of course, outsiders would prefer to call it a mask.

Under Sano's deliberate control, the transformation process was extended to five seconds, changing slowly step by step, giving everyone present time to react.

"How could this be..."

Conan's brain has gone blank.

It was hard to say before, but now that Sano has used it, it is undoubtedly the core of Black Mask's equipment. But I couldn't use it just now, which could be attributed to the "authority" of the equipment. But why don't I have the "authority"?

Does Sano have that "authority"?

However, as suspicions rose again.

Conan felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders... After all, given Sano's personality and abilities, he would never fight a battle he wasn't confident of winning.

With the added boost from the mask... it should be a sure thing, right?

In addition, Conan also felt a very strange sense of excitement. Kurosawa, the Black Mask, was tricked and defeated, but then another mask appeared.

Although Conan knows who this is.

But it is precisely because we know who this is that we feel it is more direct—"Under that mask, anyone can be." This was a very chuunibyou "slogan" that the official and the black-clad, or more accurately, the black mask and the Self-Defense Forces, used in the war of public opinion.

Conan hadn't thought anything of it at first, but just now, when he was about to transform, that phrase involuntarily popped into his mind.

...despite the failure.

Now that Sano has succeeded, Conan is reminded of that phrase again.

Conan unconsciously began to drift off, lost in a daze as he stared at the mask. Meanwhile, Sano, who had completed his transformation under everyone's astonished gazes, stopped in his tracks, slightly raising his drooping head, revealing a red glow in his gray eyes.

"Shall we begin?"

Sano raised his left hand again and beckoned to the opposite side.

The old man snapped back to his senses, but before he could give the order to fire, Sano's hands bent slightly backward, and then his wrists shot forward rapidly, shooting out strands of spider silk—"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Sano's goal is very clear.

It was either the enemy's eyes or the gun in their hand. One end of the spider silk was stuck to the gun, and the other end was stuck to their thigh. Because the middle part of the spider silk was very short, the gun barrel was always close to the thigh or calf.

Due to the toughness of spider silk and the stickiness of spider webs.

It was practically impossible to raise the gun in a short time. There was even an unlucky guy who, in his panic, may have been forced to hold the trigger, resulting in an accidental discharge and several bullets piercing his foot.