Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Chapter 401 Chapter 400, Conan: Ah ~ Bourbon
Hear the height of this knocking...

"Shu Shu, are you at home?"

really.

Sano picked up the clothes beside him and covered Dahei, after thinking for a while.

Tuck those gloves in too.

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

"What's wrong."

"Ah, finally met."

After seeing Sano, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily, "Hey, I just want to see how the gloves are doing, because tomorrow is the bazaar, so I have to check the situation. "

"Well, the gloves are ready, you can rest assured, but don't look at them for now... Keep a little bit of mystery to bring more surprises."

Sano scratched his head, trying to fool the little girl first.

It's just that the little girl's attention was only focused on Sano's fingers.

To be precise, it was the Band-Aid that Sano had tied up with ten fingers.

Well, the Band-Aid is full of "needle holes" underneath.

Patients with intensive phobia will instantly feel their scalp numb when they see it.

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

"These are proofs of my hard work."

Sano shook his hand: "You have to buy me something to eat when the matter is over."

The little girl blinked.

"Does it hurt?"

"Okay."

The little girl picked her fingers in confusion: "If it really doesn't work, or else..."

"Counting wool, I have already done it, how can I forget it, you want me to work for nothing?"

Sano raised his hand to hold down the little girl's head, rubbed it vigorously, and rubbed 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 Kindergarten is looking for you."

"OK then……"

After seeing off the little girl, Sano opened his coat.

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

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

"learn."

Then Sano made a turning point all the way, and after changing horses, he met Gin Jiu.

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

Gin handed three document bags to Sano: "I've already arranged for your subordinate, you just need to concentrate on your own tasks."

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

But after staying with Sano for a long time, Qin Jiu was still unconsciously infected with this kind of cognition, even the set of unspoken rules of his direct subordinates.

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

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

Subordinates should worry, and subordinates' subordinates should also worry.

It's tiring.

This step reveals Qin Jiu's pent-up order, but at the same time, it reveals some of his careful thoughts... He is already so tired.

Gotta get some results, right?

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

Later, after being promoted to a member of the code name, he almost didn't squeeze out the task at hand of Qin Jiu.

And then somehow.

Then he became lazy, like a salted fish.

It was not until later that the good habit of one task per day was restored, except for special circumstances.

But Gin was still not satisfied.

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

If Gin hadn't seen Sano's hard work during that time, he wouldn't be unbearable now, and this is actually not a state of too much paddling.

Gin wants to save Sano.

Bring this kid back on track and inherit his title of model worker!
However, when Gin Jiu was full of fighting spirit, Sano actually threw back two documents and said, "I still have some things to deal with tomorrow, so I have to go home early tonight and go to bed, so I'll just do one."

Looking at the two documents that were thrown back, Qin Jiu couldn't help but slowly put out a question mark.

"what's up?"

What is so important that even organizational tasks have to be put on the back burner?

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

"Going to the kindergarten to participate in a bazaar."

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

kindergarten?
Bazaar?
Are these two words related to Sano?
Even if there is, how important is it to be able to organize tasks?

Before Gin Jiu expressed his dissatisfaction with Sano's speech and behavior, and even criticized, stopped and corrected him, he carried out a verbal education from his superior and senior.

An inexplicably familiar voice suddenly came to Qin Jiu's ears.

"Gah!"

The black crow swooped down and just landed on the shoulder of Sano who pushed the car door down.

Dahei turned his head, his eyes fixed on the gin, he tilted his neck, and clicked again.

It's like saying hello to Gin and saying "Long time no see", inexplicably infiltrating.

"Then, I'll go first."

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

"Big brother, that crow..."

Gin glanced at Vodka's protruding head, but didn't make a sound.

Generally speaking, in this kind of scene, Gin should feel that this guy Sano really likes crows enough, maybe it was influenced by America's incident, and he even bought another crow to keep him.

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

When did it happen?
But when Qin Jiu was surprised and confused, Sano, who was on the way to the mission, received a very special mission.

[Please register as a killer within the mission time limit, you can get 71 enhancement points when you complete the mission, the remaining time of the mission——59:59:[-]].

Register killer?
Sano stopped in his tracks, frowning tightly.

Killer is a name for an identity, and in the eyes of most people, it is also a profession, or a group, but it is no longer the fledgling Sano.

But know some of the inside story.

The killers in the world can actually be divided into three types.

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

Such killers are also called organizational killers.

Generally, they are supported by a certain organization or force to serve them exclusively, and they decide who to kill. They belong to the "domestic dog". Depending on the situation, this kind has many other names, such as dead man.

However, the dead soldiers are basically trained from an early age, especially paying attention to their spiritual will, and this title is also inexplicably... Secondary, Sano prefers titles such as scavenger, executioner, etc.

The meaning of the latter is relatively simple for the flower growers.

The second type is the group who "proclaim themselves" killers.

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

Mainly rely on a reputation.

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

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

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

The last is the third.

Hitman.

Killers are a profession for them.

I don't know which faction was the one who made the connection at the beginning, and established a huge platform that is relatively fair, so that countless stragglers with poor strength, or novice rookies, have a chance to receive commissions. There are many second killers who rely on their fame to make a living.

It also grew up from this stage.

Of course, there are also many second types of killers, relying on the reputation they gained when organizing killers.

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

Of course, even professional killers do not exist without teams and gangs.

……all in all.

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

But the problem is.

Sano didn't know how to register this thing.

Tokyo, or Sano, the killer of neon, is not untouched.

Needless to say the first type, Sano and Gin are both.

Sano, the killer of other organizations, has also killed a lot, but the second and third.

...In Sano's impression, it seems that there is only the five-star killer?

Where should I inquire about it?

The channel on the organization side is definitely not working.

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

Mutiny.

But if he was looking for it aimlessly, Sano didn't think that such things that are not superficial can be found so easily, and it has to be targeted.

Best to go straight to a professional killer.

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

Ok?
Sano's heart skipped a beat, and he took out his cell phone to call Ito Taka.

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

"Do you have any friends who are killers?"

"……what?"

……

The time came to the next day.

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

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

"Good morning Shushu!"

"it is good."

Sano took a look, and there were already many "guests" in the kindergarten: "Go in."

"Well, the location can be chosen at will."

Sano was not bothered, and just found a nearby empty "booth".

"Ah, you are... Xiao Huanai's father, you look so young, how old are you?"

Several women who were gathering together to gossip and chat, looked over in surprise after seeing the little girl leading the way and Sano following her.

Sano glanced at several people.

After all, she is just the mother of kindergarten children, let's not talk about whether she is beautiful or not.

At least they can be regarded as young, and they are all human... Ahem.

Sano, who almost introduced himself as 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 my place."

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

A group of people... Auntie nodded suddenly.

Sano glanced at the little kids who were playing together in the kindergarten, turned his head to look at the little girl who was still standing beside him, and said, "Okay, it's nothing to do with you here, let's talk to your classmates. Let's go play."

The little girl shook her head.

"No, I'm here with you."

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

The ugly gloves instantly made those aunts who were about to turn their attention away from Sano to focus on the same place again.

Although outside of the glove, what was noticed at the same time was the band-aid on Sano's finger.

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

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

Obviously, there are not very few people similar to Sano.

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

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

"Wow--"

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

"Shu Shu, you actually did it. I thought you couldn't do it. I will do it myself later. Unfortunately, it's too difficult to do it at all..."

"Sure enough!!"

Faced with the little girl's emotion and admiration, Sano, who was thinking about taking out something and perhaps needing to appease her first, was slightly taken aback unconsciously.

There was a little surprise in his eyes.

Is this really low demand, or are you "comforting" yourself?
Forget it, it's all indifferent things.

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

"If you set a suitable price, it may be easier to sell."

The aunt who was trying to ease the atmosphere earlier reminded him with some hesitation.

...It's already quite embarrassing, if it can't be sold later.

That would be even more embarrassing.

Regarding this, Sano nodded calmly, then with a swipe of his pen, he put down the price tag.

The old aunts poked their heads out quietly to look.

Fifty thousand yen.

...How dare you do that! ?

The old aunts all stared wide-eyed. They never expected that Sano would set such a high price for such a pair of gloves... Well, in fact, a pair of gloves worth tens of thousands, although it is indeed not cheap.

But if you want to say how expensive it is, it's not worth it.

The price of famous brand is so horrible.

Besides, it's a famous brand, but Sano just wove it by hand, and the weaving is so... a little unsatisfactory.

With such a price, it would be a ghost to sell it!

Just when the old aunt was hesitating whether to remind her vaguely, Sano suddenly raised her foot and kicked the little girl's ass: "Where is your toilet?"

"I'll take you!"

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

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

But some things are not as simple as they appear on the surface.

The bazaar is just a formality, and more importantly, it is the "public welfare fund" underneath.

This is not too different from the donations Sano made in his previous life.

Although it is said that whether to donate or not depends entirely on the will, and how much to donate depends on the will.

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

It's okay for parents, but children can easily lose their heads.

Even if it goes to black spots... In short.

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

Anyway, even if the price of those worn-out gloves is set at tens of dollars, it's unlikely that anyone will buy them, right?

"Don't wait for me, I'll go to college."

After Sano waved his hand, he walked into the toilet. The little girl scratched her head, then went back to the booth, eagerly waiting for the arrival of the customers, so that she could sell the pair of gloves.

And when Sano went to the toilet.

At the gate of Futaba Kindergarten, four figures, two big and two small, were stacking arhats.

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

Suzuki Sonoko narrowed his eyes: "God-sent, let's go and buy that junk!"

Mao Lilan: "...Yuanzi, how can you say that it is broken?"

Suzuki Sonoko blinked and laughed, "Sorry, I'm talking fast."

Conan below has dead fish eyes.

"I didn't expect that kind of guy to waste so much effort for a little girl in kindergarten. I thought he would definitely fool her."

Hui Yuan mourned aloud.

"Yes."

Conan also agreed: "In the past, he was fooled when he could, and ignored if he couldn't. Has he changed, and he has become fond of children, or is that little girl special to him?"

... To be reasonable, Sano didn't want to do this by buying instead, and it can be said that there is a reasonable reason, but if he has to do it himself, it makes Conan a little incomprehensible, and it doesn't fit this guy's style at all.

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

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

"Tell it like we were real kids."

"What real kid?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who had played haha, lowered his head in doubt, and Conan hurriedly evaded it.

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

"makes sense."

A group of four immediately entered the kindergarten, aiming at the booth where Sano's pair of gloves was located.

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

To be precise, Conan hit someone's leg.

"Ah, sorry..."

Conan subconsciously apologized and looked up at the other party.

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

because……

Conan couldn't see the opponent's face clearly!
At this moment, the first thing that came to Conan's mind was the figure of rye.

What followed was a nickname.

No face man!
Generally speaking, the faceless man is naturally referring to the bomb maniac in Rye.

But for Conan, it is not.

Because Conan remembered that there were clearly two faceless men!
The guy who had met Conan before, who was also wearing a black peaked cap, and no matter from the hair color outside the hat or the style of his behavior, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the same person as Rye, who claimed to be——

"... Bourbon."

(End of this chapter)