Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

They all return to the age of eighteen or nineteen, but correspondingly, their memories also regress... Of course, the memories here only refer to Sano's memories after he travels back in time; in other words, each memory regresses.

Sano would always return to the state he was in when he first arrived, thinking that he had just arrived.

...It has a strangely unsettling feel to it.

And the time before that... Sano forgot exactly which time his memory regressed.

Anyway, it was Sano who ran into Karasuma Renya.

Although not detailed.

But Sano always felt that the organization would research this elixir of immortality.

It's probably directly related to me?

Of course, the key point is that, in Sano's view, memory is the essence of life.

Each memory regresses.

On the surface, it seems like they've just returned to the starting point, but Sano feels it's no different from death, and Karasuma Renya seems to feel the same way.

So much so that when Karasuma Renya spent his entire life pursuing immortality, only to end up barely clinging to life without success, he didn't say much to Sano.

Because I know very well that neither side can empathize with the other.

In the end, he simply handed the organization over to Sano in silence, and then stopped breathing on his bed.

The most troublesome point is that Sano doesn't have much time left.

The earliest time reversal was twenty years. Logically, Sano should have at least nineteen years left, but the problem lies in the subsequent reversals.

The intervals between time reversals begin to shorten continuously.

Until this time, the previous administration's reasoning regression interval was only one year.

In other words, Sano only has one month left.

That's the general situation. Of course, there are some details in that notebook, such as some photos of Sano from earlier times, to prove to him that this was not a joke or a conspiracy.

In the past, Sano had considered changing this regressive situation.

But they all failed.

During this term, due to the short interval between appointments, he didn't even touch alchemy, because in just one year, it was impossible to go into much depth.

The equipment we have now is actually a product of alchemy from the past.

The so-called system is nothing more than a small tool similar to a program.

After creating that Stand user so that Sano could take over, the previous user never struggled again and instead gave the choice to Sano himself.

Whether to give up and wait to die, or to make a futile struggle, is entirely up to Sano.

...That's to say, but the seemingly struggling choices were ultimately useless.

A month, no, by this point it hadn't even been a month.

What can I do?

Sano couldn't understand it either. It was understandable that the previous leader wouldn't let him get involved in alchemy, but what was the point of going through all that trouble to create a system? In the end, it was still the same anyway, so what was the point?

I can't understand it, I can't comprehend it.

Returning his attention to the present, Sano, now fully aware of everything, naturally had long since abandoned any thoughts of playing games. As the old saying goes in China.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

The reason Sano chose to help those unlucky people he had dragged into might have been partly due to this factor, but beyond that...

It's hard to say about the others.

For example, the mushroom bomb that was dropped very decisively.

The saying "a dying man's words are kind" refers to the fact that people often become very gentle before they die, especially in many movies and novels where villains who usually commit many evil deeds are often the gentlest at this time.

It can be said to be the last bit of kindness in the human heart.

Conversely, the thought of being about to die made them even more reckless.

That was the final madness.

If death is inevitable, Sano's thoughts are pretty much the same as Gin's.

White dots gradually appeared in the black sky.

Sano paused, squinted, and looked through the streetlights to see that it was snowing.

After catching a few snowflakes, Sano lit a cigarette.

"It would feel even better if it rained."

Rain washes everything away, and while snow can cover things up, it has to be heavy snow.

If not, then it will only serve as a foil.

But it doesn't really matter, it's just background information, otherwise it would be too boring.

Sano continued on his way.

Tokyo, now like a ghost town, was deserted, except for Sano.

We walked further and further away on the road with only streetlights.

The figure gradually disappeared into the darkness at the end, becoming increasingly blurry.

As we walked to the end of the road and came to an intersection, the sound of helicopter rotors above grew clearer and clearer, and finally it flew out from behind the building.

A beam of light shone directly on Sano.

"That's surprising. I was thinking of taking the initiative to look for them. Why are they so proactive?"

Sano stopped in his tracks, put his hands in his coat pockets, and unconsciously tightened his coat... He had a feeling that the temperature was a bit cold tonight.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen lampposts had struck Sano, but more were still sweeping around him.

This is naturally to check if Sano has any teammates.

On the ground, tanks and armored vehicles gradually approached and came into Sano's view.

Finally, it stopped at a distance of one or two hundred meters.

...It feels a bit like that earlier one-on-one fight with the Self-Defense Forces.

Countless figures began to rapidly disperse. Sano saw many heavy machine guns, while numerous heavy sniper rifle barrels emerged from the surrounding buildings.

Centered around tanks and heavy machine guns, the surrounding soldiers carried rocket launchers and what appeared to be flamethrowers, but mostly melee weapons.

There wasn't a single pistol, rifle, or submachine gun.

This is not much different from the previous model set up for rye.

It's just that its scale has been upgraded to the top level.

A lone figure emerged and stopped a few dozen meters away from Sano.

Under the light of the lampposts.

The snowflakes became clearer, making Sano's face appear even paler.

Amuro Tooru, wearing headphones, was momentarily lost in thought when he saw that familiar face, until he noticed that Sano across from him had a small piece missing from his ear.

That calmed me down considerably.

"We're here, where are they?"

When asked about Amuro Tooru's question, Sano calmly replied, "It's just me."

"what?"

Before Amuro Tooru could speak again, Sano spat out his cigarette butt, said "Transform," and entered his Masked Form. Under his deliberate control, the coat was not wrapped inside, but rather worn on the outside. At the same time, he put on a thug suit underneath, and directly modified sniper sunglasses and a fox demon mask.

Both are integrated into the mask form.

The motorcycle helmet in the mask form now features a pair of large light bulbs on its face, and fox-like patterns protrude from its head, along with a pair of ears on its top.

With a final flick of his hand, the modified black knife was no longer a wooden knife, but a completely black blade, its edge and tip gleaming with a cold light.

With permissions granted, Sano can modify other core equipment besides his vest, but he hasn't modified the suit thug and special attack suit.

The former is necessary and cannot be changed.

The latter is too weak to be changed, so it doesn't need to be changed.

As for the fox demon mask and the black knife, the former remains almost unchanged, while the latter is in a normalized killing mode, meaning its aura attribute bonus has been halved. Considering the modification time, it's not a big problem.

Apart from these core pieces of equipment.

The cat demon form under the masked form has also been activated, and martial arts bandages are also put on.

Sano stacked up almost every usable buff.

The strongest form in a single situation is full power.

"I'll give you a discount; I'll only use one life."

Sano pointed his sword forward and coldly shouted, "Come on!"

Chapter 701 The Grand Finale (Part 1)

The phantom evil spirit possessed Sano himself.

The target was not Sano himself, but the black mask on his body.

Black mist rose from his body and gradually condensed into a skull the size of a small car above Sano's head.

The piercing roar seemed to come from hell.

All the soldiers who witnessed this supernatural scene were involuntarily in an uproar.

Sano took a step forward with one foot, arcs of electricity flashed, and the Knight Kick was launched.

With the support of several core equipment items, Sano may have already broken through the terrifying power of 300 points of burst attribute, which can be multiplied by the Knight Kick.

Almost instantly, he traversed the distance of tens of meters, as if he were teleporting, leaving the soldiers on the other side, who thought they had maintained a relatively safe distance, with no time to react.

Amuro Tooru, who was in front, looked completely bewildered.