Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

After all, the owner of the sushi is not Sano.

So Sano didn't even bother to say hello when he saw the yellow hair.

It feels weird because it's not polite after the fight.

Especially Sano is not clear about the relationship between Mao Lilan and Huang Mao.

This is the most important.

At the very beginning, Sano would pull the little girl in as if he had a thick skin.

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

"... Brother, what's the matter with you, are you in a bad mood?"

Huangmao's abnormality 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 not children anymore.

Not to mention the yellow hair, naturally no one would take the initiative to poke his sore spots - except for real children.

Huangmao, on the other hand, perfunctorily said something impatiently.

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

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

"Who do you have big eyes with?"

Sano was not used to the yellow hair, so he just stepped on it.

This also allowed Huangmao to find an outlet.

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

It is also impossible to say that it is hands-on.

But Sano is different.

Huang Mao stood up and punched Sano in the face.

Amidst the exclamation, Sano dodged the yellow-haired fist and slapped it with his backhand.

"Senior, stop fighting!"

Mao Lilan didn't expect to have a fight after dinner, and immediately wanted to fight.

But before Mao Lilan could make a move, the judgment had already been made.

Huang Mao's mentality has collapsed, and he doesn't know how long he hasn't eaten or slept when he is locked up at home.

The whole person is so weak that an ant can fall over his shoulder.

Sano didn't exert much force, and let the kid collapse on the ground.

"You bastard……"

Huangmao tried to get up and fight again with red eyes.

"I don't care what kind of grievance you have suffered, I want Sapo to go home and scatter."

Sano looked down at Huangmao coldly.

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

... Boss, Black Death?
Mao Lilan and Conan smelled the smell of gossip, and blinked their eyes curiously.

Ok……

Sano frowned, although he didn't make it clear, he guessed what Huangmao was talking about.

"So what if you know."

"Now that you know, why are you still eating so happily? Aren't you good friends? Don't you worry at all?"

Huang Mao suddenly fell silent again, holding his head in a self-deprecating manner, tears began to flow down.

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

Under Huang Mao's chirping, Mao Lilan and Conan, who originally thought that a man would bleed but not cry, had strange expressions, immediately changed their expressions.

Black dead, lost a hand?

how come?
What kind of situation did such a guy encounter to suffer such a big loss?
In Conan's heart.

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

At least in Conan's view, unless it is a humanoid self-propelled fort like Rye, there are only dozens of hundreds of super-professionals who are fully armed and equipped with heavy firepower and heavy weapons, so that they can't even run away .

What kind of terrorist forces is that guy dealing with?
In a trance, Conan was shocked to realize a detail.

Huangmao is said to be the second in command of the black god of death, but currently he is crying like a child.

After all, isn't Huangmao just a child?
Black Reaper is just a bad organization, full of bad boys.

Teenager.

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

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

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

This should have been what Neon's officials should do.

As a result, it is now necessary for such a group of people to bear the burden.

Conan couldn't help feeling a little confused for a while, what happened to this world?
... Sano is naturally aware of this limitation.

But the Black Reaper 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 coldly, without any emotional fluctuations.

"First, I'm not familiar with Hei Si, so it doesn't matter what he does to me. Second, the murderer is always killed. From the time he embarked on this path, he has been prepared for all situations. Don't say it's a loss of hands, but it's nothing surprising, it's you."

"It seems that you are not well prepared for this. It's okay to be immature, but 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 still added a sentence.

"Compared to complaining about yourself here, I think you might as well think about how to avoid similar things from happening again in the future."

In front, Huang Mao's eyes are gradually getting darker.

Obviously, he understood exactly what Sano meant.

But if there is derogation, there should be praise, and a slap in the face can be regarded as a balance of yin and yang.

Although Sano is not sugar at all.

But at least the effect is the same.

Let the yellow hair calm down first, that is, break up the fog, and then give a direction.

As for whether the yellow hair in the back can reach the finish line, it depends on him.

"I see, thanks."

Huang Mao got up to thank Sano, apologized to the little girl, and left quickly.

And Sano looked at Huang Mao's back—forget it, let's tell this kid that it's actually more convenient to take a taxi than to run on two legs.

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

The two were really curious.

What happened over there, and what's going on now.

It can be seen from Sano's appearance and the combination of previous experience.

Both of them were very clear, even Sano knew.

If you ask, there is a high probability that it will only be ignored or perfunctory.

Looking at the back of Sano downstairs, Conan suddenly had a guess in his heart.

...Could it be that Sano actually didn't know what happened, after Huangmao's wave, he realized that he had missed an important situation and went to find Heisi?

Would you like to follow along?
When he came back to his senses, Sano was no longer in sight.

Well, I can't follow even if I want to.

Inside an internet cafe.

Sano, who had switched vests, quickly boarded a website and opened one.

group.

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

... The development of science and technology in this world is faster than Sano expected.

The earliest brain computers could only play boring games like minesweeper.

Later, it went a step further and has been able to provide office functions for many ordinary people.

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

The same goes for mobile phones, and even smart phones seem to have come out.

I just don't know, if I change to that kind of smart phone, these things that can only be used by computers on weekdays can already be used on mobile phones.

...forget it.

Sano specially came to the Internet cafe, wasn't he just worried about being hacked out of something.