Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Because Sano just now almost blew right past Amuro Tooru.

It was something I only needed to carry along casually.

He could have cut off his own head, but he didn't, because he looked down on himself.

Or is it really true that even such a small action cannot be delayed for even a moment?

Amuro Tooru quickly turned around, only to see a spray of blood flying up.

Panic shouts and screams rose up, and the firepower deployment in other directions did not hesitate at all, regardless of the fact that Sano still had teammates around him.

The firepower was immediately unleashed at full strength.

...Of course, it's also possible that the soldiers on both sides didn't actually belong to the same country; in any case, they were practically suicide squads.

interesting.

Sano focused intently. The machine guns were manageable, but the artillery shells had to be dealt with first, as they were also the easiest to handle due to their small number and slow speed.

If you simply cut it in half mid-air, there will be no harm.

As for the bullets, Sano didn't have time to cut them down, and he simply couldn't cut them all down.

Using speed reduces the probability of being hit and can also guide the trajectory to damage the enemy.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Meanwhile, at a hotel outside Tokyo.

Conan, who had just left Tokyo, was watching his friends making a ruckus.

While lost in thought, Conan noticed that Ai Haibara was also spacing out.

However, unlike Conan, who was staring at his friends and Ran Mouri's family of three, Ai Haibara was staring at the Sano father and daughter over there.

Conan immediately recalled his father's additional explanation afterward that day.

Everything was a trap set for Sano and Ai Haibara.

As things stand now, not to mention that the situation that day has become unclear, Sano has also quietly retreated outside for today's decisive battle.

It turns out my dad was overthinking things.

Unlike Conan, Ai Haibara was pondering why Sano hadn't gone over there when the final battle was almost over.

...Is everything alright?

Could this guy be deserting his post?

It's not that Ai Haibara looks down on desertion; on the contrary, she thinks avoiding risks is the right thing to do, but the problem lies in what happens afterward.

What if the people in black win and then turn around and hold them accountable?

Ai Haibara was a little worried and wanted to go and ask Sano.

But when he turned his head, he found that the Kudo couple were also staring at Sano.

If they make any more small moves, then they're just being disrespectful.

Ai Haibara could only suppress her emotions and continue to stare in disbelief.

When the scene returns to Tokyo, the streets are already a mess.

Ruins and rubble, debris everywhere.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, until the ground was covered with a layer of white.

The orange flames, the charred black corpses, and the red blood were starkly contrasting. Amuro Tooru stood blankly at the crossroads, staring at the countless corpses on the ground, the crashed helicopters, and the tanks and armored vehicles chopped into pieces. He never imagined that, with ten times more manpower than in the last war and equipment levels significantly improved, they would still suffer such a crushing defeat.

They couldn't even last twenty minutes.

Last time... it seems like it was around the same time?

"Clap."

The sound of footsteps on the light snow came, mixed with the low sound of blood dripping and heavy but not urgent breathing. Amuro Tooru stared blankly up and looked up.

Sano's victory wasn't exactly a no-damage clear.

...Or rather, it's impossible to complete the game without taking damage. Even without changing his avatar, Sano could still find time to use the chainsaw.

But this monster horde is just too much.

Sano simply didn't have the space or time to drink the medicine.

Whether he drinks it or not doesn't really matter, it's all the same to Sano anyway.

...Aside from being a little painful.

Wearing a mask that was on the verge of breaking, Sano walked with difficulty toward Amuro Tooru.

Finally, the moment it stopped, the masked form completely shattered, revealing its face.

Under the masked form.

Sano's face was already covered in blood, but there were no real injuries.

It was mainly caused by internal bleeding that was vomited out and got stuck inside the helmet.

Of course, there are other obvious injuries, such as a large hole in his side waist, and even his liver is visible, but at least it didn't leak out directly, otherwise Sano wouldn't have been able to hold it in once the masked form was removed.

"..."

Amuro Tooru opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately couldn't utter a sound.

In silence, he simply held a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right, striking a pose.

However, Sano simply waited.

A few seconds later, after not hearing any response, Sano tilted his head in confusion and asked, "I'm seriously injured, why don't you take advantage of my weakness and kill me?"

Amuro Tooru's eye twitched slightly.

"Heh, I don't think you, as the leader, would be without the ability for your men to be fully revived just seconds after they've been on the verge of death."

Sano paused for a moment, then shook his head with amusement.

"Didn't I just say that we only need one life? This is the best opportunity."

...Only one life?

Amuro Tooru was somewhat puzzled by this strange statement, but he felt that he might have understood the meaning behind it.

"You want me to kill you?"

Seeing Amuro Tooru's hesitant and surprised look, Sano finally nodded helplessly.

"Yeah."

"……Why?"

"For no particular reason, if I had to say it, it's that I have to die, otherwise something bad will happen sooner or later. The previous incident of a professional assassin entering the country is an example."

Sano's indifferent response only made Amuro Tooru more hesitant.

"Wait a minute, so you're trying to kill yourself now because you don't want others to get caught up in it?"

Amuro Tooru's eyes narrowed: "Or is it that you don't want certain people to be affected?"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Sano struggled to take out a cigarette and light it: "You should know that the Amelica government has deployed long-range heavy firepower on the Japanese border, right? But do you know what this so-called heavy firepower is?"

Before Amuro could even speak, Sano gave his answer.

"Mushroom bomb".

"what?"

Amuro Tooru's expression changed. He never expected that Emilia had secretly brought that kind of thing to Tokyo. If it really exploded...

Even if you win, it's still worse than losing.

"That's a last resort; it will be used if the main force here is wiped out."

Sano glanced around. Although his reasons were sufficient to make Amuro Tooru not dare to hesitate for a moment, at this point she still didn't want to say much and only thought about how to get it over with as quickly as possible.

...As I just said, Sano came here to die.

Sano wanted to preserve both his last bit of kindness and his last bit of madness.

However, for the latter, Sano has already done his best.

If we go any further, it could only lead to a world war, but doing that would create conflict with the former.

Therefore, this is the end.

"They'll probably contact you every now and then. It'll be about time. You have to let them see my body as soon as possible, or else..."

Amuro Tooru snapped out of his daze, feeling like he'd been wound up.

"I see."

As Amuro raised the gun and pointed it at Sano's forehead, his eyes gradually turned cold.

However, after pulling the trigger for a few seconds...

Amuro Tooru suddenly asked, "Hey, wait, if you were already planning to die, why did you fight this battle? If you were worried that sending someone to their death would be too fake, then there was no need to drag it out until the very last moment, right?"

...Actually, what Amuro Tooru wanted to say was not the last moment, but that he had to fight until only he was left, but he was too embarrassed and dared not say it.

After all, although it might not be quite right to say it like that, sacrificing oneself is undoubtedly a serious and solemn matter, so Amuro Tooru's question seems a bit inappropriate.

If things get out of hand and the other side doesn't want to die, then who the hell is going to die?

Before Amuro Tooru could feel awkward, Sano rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense, don't I have any pride? They've already come to my door to beat me up. If I just let it go quietly, I'd be ashamed even if I died."

"..."

Amuro Tooru was stunned for a moment again.

Why does this sound so strangely familiar?

"Beep beep—"

Amuro Tooru was still unable to think things through when a walkie-talkie that had fallen to the ground nearby but was luckily preserved began to emit a piercing channel tone.