Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Just when everyone thought it was over.

The fat robber, who had been knocked out by Judy in the toilet earlier, ran out of the back passage cursing, furious, as if he wanted to take revenge.

But looking at the crowd of passers-by who were untied in the lobby of the bank.

He also looked at the open door of the bank, and the policemen outside the door who were condensed with evil spirits.

The fat robber hit a few points slowly.

Things seem to be a little... not quite right.

Police officer Mu Mu, who was sighing in frustration, immediately directed his subordinates to rush forward.

……

"You seem to be having a good time today."

When taking the task, Sano received a squint from Gin Jiu.

It should have been heard about what happened in the morning, and was used to explain what happened last time.

"How can it be, compared to something as interesting as shooting the Tokyo Tower, sprinkle water."

Sano countered calmly.

"Well, compared to blowing up Tongtenkaku, it's really sprinkling water."

Seeing that Sano was so overconfident, Gin Jiu was surprised, but also went along with the flow, and played the second card in a reasonable way - he wanted to see what monsters and ghosts could be spit out of the other party's mouth.

"That's right, in fact, bombing Tsutenkaku and sweeping Tokyo Tower are nothing more than that."

Sano touched his chin: "We still have to find something more interesting to do."

Gin: "..."

Something more "interesting" than blowing up Tsutenkaku and sweeping Tokyo Tower.

Is this kid planning to hunt and kill Emperor Neon directly?
Facing Gin Jiu's expressionless gaze, Sano smiled: "It's just a joke."

...you better be joking.

Qin Jiu snorted coldly, but after all, he didn't continue this topic.

Seeing that the battle ended at least in a tie.

Even more precisely, it was Sano who had a slight advantage.

Sano naturally accepted it as soon as it was good.

It's just that when Sano was on the way to clear the mission, he suddenly received another text message from Xiaosan.

"Boss, Huangmao lost contact, something is wrong, please reply as soon as possible."

Huang Mao lost contact?

Sano paused, frowned and thought for a few seconds, then found an unoccupied corner, switched the vest, then separated out the duplicate body, put on the special attack suit, and finally the main body continued to clear the mission, while the duplicate body went back In a hurry, he called Xiaosan and asked, "How long has that guy been out of contact?"

"One hour, boss."

"one……"

Sano paused again, feeling quite speechless.

Make sense.

The sooner something like a disappearance is discovered, the better.

But it's too early, and something is not right.

One hour, what the hell can it be called lost contact? ?

However, the mistress at the other end seemed to have sensed Sano's thoughts, and quickly added the key factors, and at the same time explained the whole situation: "Huang Mao's mother is in the hospital. I promised to come to change shifts an hour ago, but He didn't come. At first I thought he was delayed on the road, but after half an hour I called him and no one answered. I have already asked all the members of the Black Death, and no one has seen him. .”

...that makes a lot of sense.

Sano nodded his toes: "I see, just leave it to me later."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Sano quickly changed direction and came all the way to the bar of the Armed Detective Agency.

From the desk cabinet in the office on the second floor, Sano took out a small sealed bag.

There are a few yellow hairs inside.

Well, the yellow hair of the yellow hair.

"Little black."

Xiao Hei's figure was then summoned to the office.

"Tracking lock."

A red dot immediately appeared on Sano's map.

Looking at the location, it's in the area of ​​the abandoned factory—something is really wrong.

"You don't have to follow."

Abandoning the tool dog, Sano hurried to the abandoned factory where Huang Mao was.

it's here.

Sano saw Huang Mao who was being beaten crazily, and the little girl next door.

The eyes are closed, but the breathing is steady, is there anesthesia?

There were less than twenty people, and there seemed to be pistols around their waists.

The movements are clean and neat, and the positions are chaotic and orderly. It should not be an amateur.

Sano frowned, and watched the scene in the dark, probably understanding the process of the matter - this group of people are eyeing the yellow hair... I don't want to explore the depths of what I have, but at least what I'm eyeing on the surface, It is indeed yellow hair.

And in order to get the yellow hair in the bag, the little girl next door became the handle.

In the eyes of this group of people, the relationship between Huang Mao and the little girl is just that good.

Sano secretly lamented the little girl's misfortune.

In the next second, a voice was heard from inside.

"I'm a little tired of playing, you are really capable, I'm not interested in playing with you, you have half a minute to call Hei Si, if you don't, then I'm sorry, this little girl's hand."

"We'll take it."

Seeing that the target was turned on the sleeping little girl again, and she also wisely chose to attack slowly from the side, instead of saying that she wanted to kill as soon as she came up.

Sano can basically understand that these people are not fools.

Well, not being a fool is an advantage, otherwise like those bank robbers...

cough.

Sano turned his gaze to the extremely ugly and tangled yellow hair.

Sano can probably understand Huang Mao's mood at this time.

Forget it, in the final analysis, it's still aimed at yourself, so don't let the tool man get angry.

Sano, who originally planned to quietly open the space channel, teleportation point just in case something came over, or simply shifted shape, didn't have time to worry about these anymore, so he just walked out carelessly.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Boss!?"

Huang Mao, who is usually bruised and swollen, turned his head in astonishment.

"Yo, I actually delivered it to my door."

The group of people turned their heads and saw Sano, they were also taken aback for a moment, and then all smiled again.

"Tell me, what's your business with me."

"It's nothing serious, let's talk slowly."

One of them shook the knife in his hand, pointed the tip at a machine next to Sano, and said, "Show some sincerity first, and put your hand in it."

Sano glanced at the machine.

After failing to see anything, he looked around again.

In the end, I temporarily chose to follow what the other party said, and stretched my hand in.

then.

The machines fell down with a "boom" and merged.

But Sano didn't suffer much, only his hands were locked inside.

"...Is it interesting? Why don't you just let me cut off your hand, it will be more enjoyable."

Sano tried to pull his hand, and after finding that it was not loose at all, he said so.

"Hahaha, that's not acceptable. Who doesn't know that immortal ghosts and gods, even if they are seriously injured, their ability to move will not be affected much. Compared with asking you to do it alone, we think it still makes you unable to move."

"It will be safer."

Hearing this, the corners of Sano's mouth under the mask twitched.

"So, lock me up, what do you want to do?"

"Then we don't know. We have to wait until the employer comes to deal with it."

...It is within Sano's expectation that there will be an employer, but wait for the employer to come.

That was as stupid as it could be.

Don't you know the reason why you have long nights and many dreams?

The corners of Sano's mouth under the mask curled up again. Before he came in, he had already opened the space channel, and the main body passed through... It would take less than a minute.

But what happened next was that the corners of Sano's mouth could no longer be raised.

That guy actually pointed the tip of the knife at the little girl again.