Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

The owner of the sushi is not Sano after all.

So when Sano saw Huang Mao, he didn't even bother to say hello.

It felt weird because I was not polite after the fight.

Especially Sano still doesn't know what the relationship between Mao Lilan and Huang Mao is.

This is the most important.

Sano would pull the little girl in at the very beginning, as if he was shameless.

That's because Sano knew that even if he didn't say it, Mao Lilan would still do it.

"...Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

Huang Mao's strangeness was obvious, and the words "I have something on my mind" were almost written on his face.

Needless to say, Sano, Mao Lilan and Conan are no longer children.

If Huang Mao didn't say anything, naturally no one would take the initiative to poke his sore spot - except for the real child.

Huang Mao, on the other hand, said something perfunctory impatiently.

The little girl thought that the two of them were very good friends, so she naturally continued to ask.

As a result, Huang Mao, who was out of control, scolded him.

"Who are you talking about?"

Sano would not coddle Huang Mao, so he just stepped on it.

This also allowed Huang Mao to find an outlet.

The little girl is still a child after all, no matter how Huang Mao loses control of her emotions.

It's impossible to say it's hands-on.

But Sano was different.

Huang Mao stood up and punched Sano in the face.

Amid the exclamation, Sano dodged Huang Mao's fist and slapped him with his backhand.

"Senior, stop fighting!"

Mao Lilan didn't expect that they could start a fight even after dinner, so she quickly wanted to start a fight.

But before Mao Lilan took action, the verdict had already been made.

Huang Mao's mentality has collapsed. He has been locked up at home without eating or sleeping for who knows how long.

The whole person was so weak that an ant could fall over his shoulder.

Sano didn't even exert much force, and the boy collapsed on the ground.

"You bastard……"

Huang Mao's eyes were red as he tried to get up and fight again.

"I don't care how wronged you are, if you want to go home and do it, go home and do it."

Sano looked down at Huang Mao coldly.

Huang Mao gritted his teeth and asked, "Let me ask you, do you know what the boss's condition is now?"

...Boss, you are dead?

Maorilan and Conan smelled the smell of gossip and blinked curiously.

Um……

Sano raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't know clearly, he probably thought what Huang Mao was talking about.

"So what if I know."

"Now that you know it, why can you still eat so happily? Aren't you very good friends? Don't you worry at all?"

Huang Mao suddenly fell silent again, holding his head mockingly, and tears began to flow down.

"Yeah, after all, it's none of your business. I'm the culprit. I caused the boss to lose his hand. It's all my fault..."

Under Huang Mao's words, Mao Lilan and Conan's expressions changed immediately because they thought a manly man would bleed but not shed tears.

Damn it, lost a hand?

how come?

What kind of situation did a guy like that encounter to suffer such a big loss?

In the hearts of both Conan.

Although the image of Black Death cannot really be said to be invincible, it is not much different.

At least from Conan's point of view, unless it is a humanoid self-propelled turret like Rye, only dozens or hundreds of super-professionals who are fully armed with large firepower and heavy weapons can make it impossible for it to even run away. .

What kind of terrorist forces is that guy dealing with?

In a daze, Conan was shocked to realize a detail.

Huang Mao said he was the second-in-command of Black Death, but at the moment he was crying like a child.

Ultimately, isn't Huang Mao just a child?

Black Death is nothing more than a delinquent organization filled with delinquents.

boy boy.

They were all at the age of high school students, that is, about the same age as Conan's body.

The same is true for yellow hair, and the same is true for black death.

A group of children need to walk on the edge of black and white all day long, walking on the edge of a knife.

This should be what Neon officials should do.

As a result, such a group of people now need to take the responsibility.

Conan couldn't help but feel confused for a moment. What on earth is going on in this world?

...Sano naturally knows this restriction.

But the Black Death is no longer just a bad organization, and Huang Mao, as the second in command, can't just be an ordinary bad boy.

Sano still looked down with cold eyes, showing no emotion at all.

"First, I am not familiar with Black Death, so he has nothing to do with me. Second, murderers are always killed. From the moment he embarked on this road, he has been prepared for all situations. Not to mention losing an arm, just losing a head, there’s nothing surprising about that, but it’s you.”

"It seems that you are not prepared for this. It's okay to act immature. You are still crying like a child. If you don't have this awareness, I advise you to abdicate as soon as possible and continue to play with your bad boy. It might be better to play house."

Speaking of this, Sano's voice paused and he added.

"Rather than feeling sorry for yourself here, I think you might as well think carefully about how to prevent similar things from happening again in the future."

In front, Huang Mao's eyes gradually turned gray.

Apparently he understood exactly what Sano meant.

But where there is criticism, there should be praise. Only by giving someone a piece of candy can the yin and yang be balanced.

Although Sano's can't be considered candy at all.

But at least the effect is the same.

Let Huang Mao calm down first, that is, disperse the fog, and then give a direction.

As for whether Huang Mao can reach the finish line later, it depends on him.

"I understand, thank you."

Huang Mao stood up and thanked Sano, apologized to the little girl, and left quickly.

Sano looked at Huang Mao's back - forget it, let's tell this kid that taking a taxi is actually more convenient than running on two legs.

Sano ignored Conan and Maorilan who were full of curiosity, and left without even saying hello, which made the two of them feel even more itchy.

The two of them were really curious.

What happened over there in Black Death, and what happens now.

Judging from Sano's appearance and his previous experience.

Both of them knew it very well, even if Sano knew it.

If you ask, you will most likely be ignored or treated perfunctorily.

Looking at Sano's back downstairs, Conan suddenly had a guess in his mind.

... Could it be that Sano didn't actually know what happened, and after Huang Mao's incident, he realized that he had missed important information and went to find Heidi?

Do you want to follow me and have a look?

When he came back to his senses, Sano's figure was no longer in his sight.

Yeah, I can’t follow even if I want to.

In an Internet cafe.

Sano, who switched his vest, quickly logged on to a website and opened one.

group.

That's right, it's a chat group.

...The technological level of this world is developing faster than Sano expected.

The earliest brain computers in the past could only play boring games like Minesweeper.

Later, it went a step further and can already provide office functions for many ordinary people.

Now it is almost the same as Sano's previous life when the Internet was developed.

The same goes for mobile phones. Even smart phones seem to have come out.

I just don’t know if these things that can only be used on a computer can be used on a mobile phone if you switch to that kind of smart phone.

...Forget it.

Sano came to the Internet cafe specifically because he was worried about being hacked.