Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 401 400, Conan: Ah ~ Bourbon

Listen to the height of this knock on the door...

"Shu, are you at home?"

really.

Sano picked up some clothes and covered Dahei, and thought about it for a moment.

I also stuffed those gloves in.

Then he opened the door and looked down at the little girl.

"What's wrong."

"Ah, finally we met."

After seeing Sano, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said cheerfully: "Hey, I just wanted to see how the wormwood gloves were doing, because there is a charity sale tomorrow, so I have to confirm the status.

"

"Well, the gloves are ready, you can rest assured, but don't look at them yet... Only by retaining a little mystery can we bring more surprises."

Sano shook his hand: "When this is over, you have to treat me to a good meal."

Get this kid back on track and inherit his title of model worker!

However, just when Gin was full of fighting spirit, Sano actually threw back two more documents and said, "I still have some things to deal with tomorrow, so I have to go home early and go to bed tonight, so I'll just make one."

Register a killer?

Sano stopped and frowned.

...To be fair, there is a reasonable reason why Sano doesn't want to buy something for him to do, but if he has to do it himself, it's a little bit incomprehensible to Conan, and it's not in line with this guy's style at all.

"makes sense."

What emerged next was a nickname.

"I'm going to a charity fair in the kindergarten."

“It’s really amazing!!”

"yes."

It’s not that Sano, the killer of Tokyo, or neon, has never been exposed to it.

This is not much different from Sano's donations from school in his previous life.

"Okay, let's go in quickly, otherwise Brother Sano will be back later!"

The time comes the next day.

Before Sano could respond, he saw the little girl leaning on the table with two hands, her feet dangling in the air, and her eyes shining with a strange light and shouting.

Later, after he was promoted to code member, he almost drained Gin of the tasks at hand.

Many aunts subconsciously touched the band-aids on their hands.

The little girl blinked.

Since the word "registration" is used, it must be a professional killer.

The main thing is reputation.

"Say it as if we were real kids."

At the gate of Futaba Kindergarten, four figures, two large and two small, were stacking Arhats.

"Ha, your gloves... are very unique!"

But the little girl's attention was only focused on Sano's fingers.

Sano came to Futaba Kindergarten with that shocking work in his arms.

For example, Sano can announce his withdrawal from the organization now and accept the assassin's commission.

Obviously there are not many people similar to Sano.

"What real kid?"

The little girl had been waiting at the door early, and when she saw Sano, she immediately came to greet her.

"I'll take you!"

Rebellion.

"……ha?"

Why is it so important that even organizational tasks have to be pushed back?

Conan actually couldn't see the other person's face clearly!

At this moment, the first thing that came to Conan's mind was the figure of Rye.

Sano scratched his head and tried to fool the little girl first.

But no matter how expensive it is, it’s not worth it.

Several women who were gathering together to gossip and chat suddenly looked over in surprise when they saw the little girl leading the way and Sano following her.

What's more, they are so damn famous brands, but Sano just hand-knitted this by himself, and the weaving quality was so... slightly unsatisfactory.

With such a mentality, when can I inherit the title of model worker?

As if to ease the embarrassment, an aunt said with a dry smile.

Sano doesn't know how to register this thing.

Sano had no intention of hiding anything, so he replied, causing Gin to raise a question mark again.

Dahei subconsciously wanted to squeak, but Sano directly pinched his mouth.

If Gin hadn't seen Sano's hard work during that period, he wouldn't be intolerable now. This is actually not a very paddling state.

"Anyway, I don't think the two of us are special."

Conan below has dead eyes.

"What's up?"

...Of course Sano knew that the price was set too high and it would be difficult to sell it.

The old aunts all opened their eyes wide. They never expected that Sano would actually set such a high price for such a pair of gloves... Well, actually, a pair of gloves worth tens of thousands, although it is indeed not cheap.

Where should I go to find out?

There was a little surprise in his eyes.

Sano took a look and saw that there were already many "guests" in the kindergarten: "Let's go in."

At the final level, it can also be called a killer organization.

"good."

Even if we go to the dark side... in short.

...It seems that the only one Sano remembers is the five-star killer?

...It's already quite embarrassing, if it doesn't sell later.

It was not until much later that I returned to the good habit of doing one task a day except under special circumstances.

"These are all proofs of my hard work."

And just when Sano was going to the toilet.

But Gin was still not satisfied.

Gin wants to save Sano.

Haihara Ai said this, causing Conan to show his dead eyes again.

The little girl immediately jumped down and took Sano to the toilet on her two short legs.

Of course, there are also many second-level killers who rely on their reputation as organized killers.

At least they can be considered young, and they are all human beings... ahem.

The black crow swooped down and landed on Sano's shoulder as he pushed the car door open.

But if you were looking for it aimlessly, Sano didn't think it would be possible to find something so superficial that it had to be targeted.

An inexplicably familiar voice suddenly reached Gin's ears.

"Big, big brother, that crow..."

Needless to say, the first one is both Sano and Gin.

"Hey, Lord Rye, do you have any advice?"

"Good morning, Sichuan!"

When did this happen?

And just when Gin was surprised and confused, Sano, who was on the way to a mission on the other side, received a mission with a very special content.

The charity bazaar is just a formality, the more important thing is the "charitable funds" underneath.

Finally, there is the third type.

...How dare you do this!?

The ugly gloves instantly caused the aunts who had almost turned their attention away from Sano to focus on the same place again.

Either an individual, a team of several individuals, a gang, or of course a large organization composed of countless people. They call themselves killers and receive money to do things.

Sano fled away, leaving the gin in the car and the vodka outside the car in a daze.

Before Gin could express his dissatisfaction with Yu Sano's speech and behavior, he even criticized, stopped and corrected him, and launched a verbal education from his superior and senior.

Do you want to go to prison and ask that five-star killer?

"I have something to do when I go out. I will call you directly later."

[Please register as a killer within the mission time limit. If you complete it, you will get one hundred strengthening points. The remaining time of the mission is - 71:59:59].

Seeing the hesitation on the little girl's face, Sano could probably tell what she was thinking.

Generally speaking, in this situation, Gin would sigh that Sano really likes crows, maybe because of the influence of America, he actually got another crow to raise.

However, death warriors are basically trained from an early age, with special attention paid to their spiritual will, and this title is also inexplicably a bit... chuuni, Sano's preferred title is scavenger, executioner, etc.

"No, I'm here with you."

Although besides the gloves, what was also noticed was the band-aid on Sano's finger.

Conan subconsciously apologized and looked up at the other party.

"Then, I'll leave first."

Sano glanced at several people.

……all in all.

"Does it hurt?"

"Well, you can choose any location."

"Ah, are you... Xiaohanana's father? You look so young. How old are you?"

When Sano first joined the organization, he was very diligent in his work.

Gin glanced at Vodka's head, but said nothing.

But he knows some of the inside stories.

Generally, they are supported by a certain organization or force, serve specifically for them, and decide who to kill. They are classified as "domestic dogs". Depending on the situation, this kind of dog has many alternative names, such as a dead dog.

...Sano's Armed Detective Agency may also be considered a killer organization in a sense, but it's just not so obvious in words.

"Don't wait for me, I'll go to the big school."

However, after seeing the other person's face clearly, Conan's expression changed instantly.

After Sano waved his hand, he walked into the toilet. The little girl scratched her head and returned to the stall, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the customers so that she could sell the pair of gloves.

Gin handed the three document bags to Sano: "I have already arranged it for you as your subordinate. Just concentrate on your own tasks."

But when he thought of America's crow and the crow he saw just now, Gin had only one thought left in his mind... That guy Sano actually brought America's crow back.

Neon?

Sano has also killed many killers from other organizations, but this is the second and third type.

"Okay."

This step of instruction revealed the frustration in Gin's heart, but at the same time, it also revealed some of his little thoughts... He was already so tired.

Suzuki Sonoko blinked and laughed: "Sorry, I was quick to talk."

...There is no way, only in this way can Ito Taka's role be brought into full play, and at the same time, it can be more conducive to the development of the other party.

The latter has a relatively simple meaning among flower growers.

Of course, even a professional killer does not exist without a team.

"Oh well……"

"learn."

Looking at the two documents that were thrown back, Gin couldn't help but slowly type a question mark.

"How can I forget to count the yarn when I've already done it? Do you want me to work in vain?"

After all, as the old saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

Sano didn't want the little girl to repeat his misery.

The aunt who had previously tried to lighten the atmosphere gave a hesitant reminder.

Sano took the price tag and pen from the kindergarten teacher he met that day.

Parents don't care. Children can easily lose their heads.

Sano didn't get too distracted and just found an empty "stall" nearby.

The old aunts quietly poked their heads out to take a look.

A group of four people immediately entered the kindergarten and aimed directly at the stall where Sano's gloves were.

Killer is the name of an identity. In the eyes of most people, it is also a profession, or a group. However, Sano is no longer a fledgling.

If Gin were to find out that Sano, in addition to being an organization killer, was also trying to register as a professional killer, there would be a high probability that he would be directly judged as such.

…

Fifty thousand yen.

Sano raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything else. He just took out the pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on the "booth"... which was actually on the table.

To be precise, it was the band-aids that Sano had covered with ten of his fingers.

The little girl picked up her fingers in confusion: "If it really doesn't work, then I might as well..."

"Gah!"

It was as if he was saying hello to Gin and saying "Long time no see", which was inexplicably infiltrating.

But if you really don’t donate, or even just donate too little.

But after staying with Sano for a long time, Gin was still unconsciously infected with this kind of knowledge, even the unspoken rules of his direct superiors and subordinates.

Facing the little girl's emotion and appreciation, Sano, who originally thought that he might need to comfort her first after taking out the things, was slightly startled unconsciously.

After all, she is just the mother of a kindergarten child, not to mention whether she is beautiful or not.

A group of people... Auntie suddenly nodded.

Sano raised his hand and pressed the little girl's head, rubbed it hard, and turned the soft hair into a chicken coop: "Okay, I have other things to do, you go home first, I will go directly to you tomorrow

The kindergarten is looking for you."

Dahei turned his head, stared at Gin, tilted his neck, and croaked again.

But when he arrived at the stall, Conan suddenly bumped into a figure.

But the problem is.

You have to gain some results, right?

"Ah, so that's it..."

"You actually did it, Shu. I thought you couldn't do it. I even tried to do it myself later. Unfortunately, it was too difficult and I couldn't do it at all..."

The prices of famous brands are so scary.

The little girl shook her head.

"Set a suitable price and it may be easier to sell."

Mao Lilan: "...Yuanzi, how can you say it's junk?"

The first one, and the most common one, is Sano's current identity as Rye.

If it is a particularly powerful killer organization, it may also cultivate its own "dead soldiers".

kindergarten?

Charity fair?

Are these two words remotely related to Sano?

Even if there is, how important is it to organize tasks?

"Do you have any friends who are killers?"

Killers in the world can actually be divided into three types.

After sending the little girl away, Sano opened his coat.

It also grew up from this stage.

Um?

With a sudden thought, Sano took out his cell phone and called Ito Taka.

People with trypophobia will feel their scalp go numb instantly after looking at it.

If you set such a price, you will be lucky if you can sell it!

because……

Also because of Sano's constant fooling around, Gin had to take over.

It's best to find a professional killer directly.

Just when the old aunt was hesitating whether to give another subtle reminder, Sano suddenly raised his foot and kicked the little girl's butt: "Where is your toilet?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who had been beaten, lowered her head in confusion, and Conan quickly responded.

Anyway, even if you set a price of a few dozen yuan for that pair of broken gloves, it’s unlikely that anyone would buy it, right?

Such killers are also called organizational killers.

Sano, who almost introduced himself as Mr. Cao, shook his head: "I'm not her father. Her mother is busy with work and doesn't have time to come over, so I'll take her place."

Haiyuan Ai sighed loudly.

Conan also agreed: "In the past, he would fool him if he could, and ignore him if he couldn't. Has he changed and become more fond of children, or is that little girl special to him?"

...it seems like you have worked really hard.

To be precise, it was Conan who bumped into someone's leg.

"...Senior, he seems to have gone to the toilet."

I became lazy, like a salted fish.

"I never expected that a guy like that would go to such great lengths for a little girl in kindergarten. I thought he would definitely fool her."

...Originally, the organization did not clearly define the classification of tasks.

That would be even more embarrassing.

"There are no high-level tasks tonight, so I will do two more low-level tasks."

In response, Sano nodded calmly, then put down the price tag with a stroke of his pen.

Is this really low requirements, or is it "comforting" oneself?

Forget it, it's all irrelevant stuff.

Subordinates have to worry, and their subordinates' subordinates have to worry too.

Although it sounds like it, whether you donate or not depends entirely on your will, and whether you donate more or less depends on your heart.

Hitman.

But some things are not as simple as they appear.

The second type is the group that "calls themselves" killers.

Killer is a profession for them.

Then somehow.

Sano then took a turn all the way, and after changing horses, he met Gin.

Well, there are "needle holes" underneath the band-aid.

The channels on the organization's side definitely won't work.

Suzuki Sonoko narrowed her eyes: "God-given opportunity, let's go buy that rag!"

I don’t know which force pulled the strings at the beginning and established a relatively fair and huge platform, so that countless stragglers with weak strength, or it can be said to be novices, had an opportunity to receive commissions.

There are many awesome second type killers who live off their fame.

Sano glanced at the little kids who were playing together in the kindergarten, then turned to look at the little girl who was still standing next to him, and said: "Okay, you have nothing to do here anymore, with your classmates

Let’s go play.”

"Wow--"

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

So tiring.

Faceless man!

Generally speaking, the faceless man naturally refers to the bomb maniac in Rye.

But for Conan, it's not the case.

Because Conan remembered that there were clearly two faceless men!

The guy who had met Conan, who also wore a black peaked cap, and who could never be the same person as Rye, no matter from the hair color outside the hat or the way he acted, claimed to be——

“…Bourbon.”

(End of chapter)