Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

"emm..."

Sano raised his fingers and said, "Not many, maybe only three."

"Three?"

This time Miyano Shiho was surprised: "How could a non-scientific researcher be promoted to a cadre after just killing three people? You have to draft a draft to brag, right?"

"believe it or not."

Sano took out a cigarette and lit it nonchalantly. He wasn't lying. After all, this body's kill record currently only has three.

"But, didn't you probably hear the conversation between me and Gin just now? How do you know how old I really am?"

Miyano Shiho said calmly: "Yes, but it is precisely because of this that Gin and Vodka did not notice anything wrong before you took off your hat, which is more proof that you have not changed your voice, at least. Not much has changed.”

"The voices of people of different age groups also sound different, so it's not difficult to determine your age range."

Looking at Miyano Shiho who was talking eloquently, Sano nodded seriously: "He is truly a genius and smart."

Sano didn't pay too much attention to Miyano Shiho's discovery of his age range.

Again, it won't have much impact.

However, Sano was a little surprised that the other party could judge his age based on this alone.

Could it be said that this little girl also knows how to reason?

The sound of Sano's vest is of course different from the sound of his body. This can be changed during the modeling process, and he did change it.

If you listen carefully, you can naturally hear the difference, but the key is that the face of the No. 2 vest is set to look like a teenager, so even the changed voice sounds in line with what it should be for this age group.

Sano didn't pay attention to this before, but now that Miyano Shiho has brought it up, does he have to pay more attention to it later?

Saying this, he seemed to have fallen into a blind corner of his thinking.

It's all a vest anyway, why should I pursue rationality? So what if I say it with a young face and an old voice? It doesn't seem to be a problem for me.

...Sano's current mentality is more like a rich second generation in high school.

Once I have a huge fortune to protect me, I always feel that it doesn’t matter whether I learn or not.

Secondly, I felt that life couldn't be such a waste of money. I couldn't just sit back and rest in vain. I should at least work a little harder and get into a key university.

People are always so contradictory and entangled.

"Excellent."

While Sano was thinking wildly, Miyano Shiho responded to his praise with a slight humility.

Sano glanced at the two dark circles under Miyano Shiho's eyes and the coffee cans stacked on the table: "Then I'll leave first. Workers must have the consciousness of being a worker and learn how to fish properly. The organization is not run by your family. , so what do you do with hard work and dedication?”

After saying that, Sano put the medicine box in his pocket and prepared to leave. Miyano Shiho behind him was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.

Then, not knowing whether it was out of good intentions or professional ethics, Miyano Shiho reminded him: "Remember to check the status of the person taking each pill after using it. Don't lose it or be discovered. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, If there is an accident, Gin may not protect you."

"knew."

Sano waved his hand and put on his passerby hat. After leaving the institute, he changed his vest and clothing several times, transferred to several cars, and returned home.

Sano pulled out the information from the document bag.

There are two copies in total, one of which is the permission description and usage methods of the core members of the organization, and the other is information about Sano's mission goals.

"Moon Shadow Island."

Sano briefly looked at the information on several characters, memorized a few faces, and found that there was a string of numbers at the end of the information.

[Mission teammate, corn whiskey. 】

...Oh, hey, I have teammates, and they all have whiskey.

Sano narrowed his eyes, put away the information, and then made a phone call to this so-called corn whiskey. After confirming each other's identities, he directly booked a boat ticket to Moon Shadow Island for tomorrow.

…

"Wow, the sea breeze is so comfortable."

On the ferry to Yueying Island, Mao Lilan lay on the railing, head raised, her face full of contentment.

Mouri Kogoro on the side looked at the envelope in his hand, thinking to himself: "Really, what does this letter mean..."

Conan on the side glanced at the envelope in Mouri Kogoro's hand.

[On the night of the next full moon, shadows will begin to disappear again on Moon Shadow Island. Please investigate and find out the truth - Keiji Aso].

This is a letter that was sent to the Mori Detective Agency a few days ago. It looks like a commission, but in fact it came with a pile of money.

It is an entrustment, a unilateral entrustment, which gives people a sense of power that cannot be refused.

This made even Mouri Kogoro, who was usually a bit snobbish and regarded wealth as his life, very unhappy and wanted to refuse, but no matter what, the money was in his hands after all, and the entrustment was naturally done.

So the Maori family came to Moon Shadow Island today.

Conan looked away from the letter and began to secretly look at the two figures on the other side of the deck, leaning on the railing and smoking.

One of them was in his twenties, wearing casual casual clothes. Although his face looked a bit fierce, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

What really concerned Conan was the other person next to him.

The man was wearing a black peaked cap with a black hooded sweater on top. He was completely dark, making Conan unable to take his attention away from him.

This is of course not just because of Conan's stress reaction to black, but also because he sensed that weird sense of disobedience in the other person that made people want to ignore it.

That feeling was the "bourbon" feeling I encountered at the house of the dead Maru Denjiro that night, and it was also the same as the mysterious person they met in the restaurant who seemed to be staring at them when Conan's parents came back to punish him. human feeling.

Could it be him, Bourbon...

"call--"

A strong sea breeze blew by, causing the man's hood to flutter. Although there was a peaked cap underneath, Conan could still clearly see the messy white hair that was not covered by the hat.

Actually has white hair?

Conan raised his eyebrows in surprise, then withdrew his gaze. Although he couldn't see his face that day, he could still clearly remember that Bourbon's hair was black.

It seems that I was too nervous...

Conan let out a breath and stopped thinking about it, looking at the sea view in a daze.

On the other side, Sano's peripheral vision also took back the sight of the three members of the Mori family.

Sure enough, we still encountered it, but I don’t know what will happen again this time.

... Could it be related to my mission goal?

Sano thought about it and felt that this possibility was very high. After all, his targets were all heinous criminals. Such people would kill and set fire on such a remote island, or they would hurt each other and take advantage of each other. It's not impossible.

And in the face of such conditions and such an environment, who would believe you if you said Conan would not cause anything to happen.

Sano sighed, knowing that Gin's idea of ​​letting this matter go away naturally has been ruined.

Of course, as Gin said before, this doesn't matter, because even if something is exposed, it's impossible for anyone to find out more by looking at Sano's current face, and that's enough.

...This is Sano’s teammate, I’m afraid he’ll have to ask for his blessings.

Sano glanced at the teammates next to him again.

Corn whiskey, in terms of pronunciation, should be simply transliterated into Cohen.

The meeting place that Sano and Cohen agreed upon was at the ferry crossing of the ship. There was nothing to say about the meeting, because Cohen did not give Sano any surprises.

He has an ordinary appearance, except that he seems a bit familiar and talks a lot, and has no other characteristics. Maybe he is more capable in certain aspects.

But this is not important. What is important is that gin and vodka are the culprits that caused Conan to become smaller, and the winery is the villain, so he and Cohen can be regarded as elite monsters...

...The more I think about it, the more I feel that my teammate’s trip is going to be a disaster.

Cohen seemed to notice Sano's strange gaze and couldn't help but look over in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Sano shook his head, not intending to communicate too much with the other party.

Unfortunately, just because Sano doesn't want to do it doesn't mean that Cohen doesn't want to: "By the way, have you watched Yoko Okino's new drama recently? Wow, Miss Yoko is so beautiful..."

Sano: "..."

This guy is so noisy, I really want to throw him into the sea.