Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

Listen to the height of this knock on the door...

"Shu, are you at home?"

really.

Sano picked up some clothes and covered Dahei, and thought about it for a moment.

Stuffed those gloves in too.

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

"What's wrong."

"Ah, we finally met."

After seeing Sano, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said cheerfully: "Hey, I just wanted to see how the wormwood gloves were doing, because there is a charity sale tomorrow, so I have to confirm the condition. "

"Well, the gloves are ready, you can rest assured, but don't look at them yet... keep a little mystery to bring more surprises."

Sano scratched his head in an attempt to fool the little girl first.

But the little girl's attention was only focused on Sano's fingers.

To be precise, it was the band-aids that Sano had covered with ten of his fingers.

Well, there are "needle holes" all under the band-aid.

People with trypophobia will feel their scalp go numb instantly after looking at it.

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

"These are all proof of my hard work."

Sano shook his hand: "When this is over, you have to treat me to a good meal."

The little girl blinked.

"Does it hurt?"

"Okay."

The little girl picked up her fingers in confusion: "If it really doesn't work, then I might as well..."

"How can I forget to count the yarn when I've already done it? Do you want me to work in vain?"

Sano raised his hand to hold the little girl's head, and rubbed it hard, turning 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 The kindergarten is looking for you."

"Oh well……"

After sending the little girl away, Sano opened his coat.

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

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

"learn."

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

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

Gin handed the three document bags to Sano: "I have already made arrangements for your subordinate. Just focus on your own tasks."

…Originally, the organization did not clearly define the classification of tasks.

But after staying with Sano for a long time, Gin was still unconsciously infected with this understanding, even the unspoken rules of his direct superiors and subordinates.

It was also because of Sano's constant fooling around that Gin had to take over.

...There is no way, only in this way can Ito Taka's role be maximized, and at the same time, it can be more conducive to the development of the other party.

Subordinates have to worry, and their subordinates’ subordinates have to worry too.

So tiring.

This step of instruction revealed the frustration in Gin's heart, but at the same time, it also revealed some of his little thoughts... He was already so tired.

You have to gain some results, right?

When Sano first entered the organization, he was very diligent in his work.

Later, after being promoted to a code member, Gin was almost drained of the tasks at hand.

And then somehow.

I became lazy, like a salted fish.

It was not until later that I returned to the good habit of doing one task a day except under special circumstances.

But Gin was still not satisfied.

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

If Gin hadn't seen Sano's hard work during that period, he wouldn't be intolerable now. This is actually not a very paddling state.

Gin wants to save Sano.

Get this kid back on track and inherit his title of model worker!

However, just when Gin was full of fighting spirit, Sano actually threw back two more documents and said, "I still have some things to deal with tomorrow, so I have to go home early and go to bed tonight, so I'll just finish one."

Looking at the two documents that were thrown back, Gin couldn't help but slowly type a question mark.

"What's up?"

Why is it so important that even organizational tasks have to be pushed back?

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

"I'm going to a charity fair in the kindergarten."

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

kindergarten?

Bazaar?

Are these two words remotely related to Sano?

Even if there is, how important is it to organize tasks?

Before Gin could express his dissatisfaction with Yu Sano's speech and behavior, he even criticized, stopped and corrected him, and launched a verbal education from his superior and senior.

An inexplicably familiar voice suddenly reached Gin's ears.

"Gah!"

The black crow swooped down and landed on Sano's shoulder as he pushed open the car door and got out.

Dahei turned his head, stared at Gin, tilted his neck, and clucked again.

It was as if he was saying hello to Gin and saying "Long time no see", which was inexplicably infiltrating.

"Then, I'll leave first."

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

"Big, big brother, that crow..."

Gin glanced at Vodka's head that stuck out and said nothing.

Generally speaking, in this situation, Gin would be sighing. Sano really likes crows. Perhaps due to the influence of America, he actually got another crow to raise.

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

When did this happen?

And just when Gin was surprised and confused, Sano, who was on the way to the mission on the other side, received a mission with a very special content.

[Please register as a killer within the mission time limit. You will receive one hundred strengthening points upon completion. The remaining time of the mission is - 71:59:59].

Register a killer?

Sano stopped and frowned.

Killer is the name of an identity. In the eyes of most people, it is also a profession, or a group. However, Sano is no longer a fledgling.

But he knows some of the inside stories.

Killers in the world can actually be divided into three types.

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

Such killers are also called organizational killers.

Generally, they are supported by a certain organization or force, serve specifically for them, and decide who to kill. They are classified as "domestic dogs". Depending on the situation, this kind of dog also has many alternative names, such as death warriors.

However, death warriors are basically trained from an early age, with special attention paid to their spiritual will, and this title is also inexplicably a bit... chuuni, Sano's preferred title is scavenger, executioner, etc.

The latter has a relatively simple meaning among flower growers.

The second type is the group that "calls themselves" killers.

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

The main thing is reputation.

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

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

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

Finally, there is the third type.

Hitman.

Killer is a profession for them.

I don’t know which force pulled the strings at the beginning and established a relatively fair and huge platform, so that countless stragglers with weak strength, or it can be said to be novices, had an opportunity to receive commissions. There are many awesome second type killers who live off their fame.

It also grew up from this stage.

Of course, there are also many second-level killers who rely on their reputation as organized killers.

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

Of course, even professional killers do not exist without a team.

……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.

It’s not that Sano, the killer of Tokyo, or neon, has not been exposed to it.

Needless to say, the first one is both Sano and Gin.

Sano has also killed many killers from other organizations, but he is the second and third type.

...It seems that the only one Sano remembers is the five-star killer?

Where should I go to find out?

The channels on the organization's side definitely won't work.

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

Rebellion.

But if he was searching aimlessly, Sano wouldn't think that something so superficial could be found so easily, so he had to be targeted.

It's best to go straight to a professional killer.

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

Um?

With a sudden thought, Sano took out his mobile phone and called Ito Taka.

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

"Do you have any friends who are killers?"

"……ha?"

…

Time comes the next day.

Sano came to Futaba Kindergarten with that shocking work.

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

"Good morning, Sichuan!"

"good."

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

"Well, you can choose any location."

Sano was not distracted and just found an empty "stall" nearby.

"Ah, are you... Xiaohanana's father? You look so young. How old are you?"

Several women who were gathering together to gossip and chat suddenly looked over in surprise when they saw the little girl leading the way and Sano following her.

Sano glanced at several people.

After all, she is just the mother of a kindergarten child, not to mention whether she is beautiful or not.

At least they can be considered young, and they are all human beings... ahem.

Sano, who almost introduced himself as Mr. 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 her place."

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

A group of people... Auntie nodded suddenly.

Sano glanced at the little kids who were playing together in the kindergarten, turned to look at the little girl who was still standing next to him, and said, "Okay, you have nothing to do here anymore, with 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. He just took out the pair of gloves from his pocket and placed them on the "booth"...actually on the table.

The ugly gloves instantly caused the aunts who had almost turned their attention away from Sano to focus on the same place again.

Although besides the gloves, what was also noticed was the band-aid on Sano's finger.

...It seems like you have worked really hard.

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

Obviously there are not many people similar to Sano.

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

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 two hands, her feet dangling in the air, and her eyes flashing with strange light and shouting.

"You actually did it, Shu. I thought you couldn't do it. Then I did it myself. Unfortunately, it was too difficult and I couldn't do it at all..."

“It’s really amazing!!”

Facing the little girl's emotion and appreciation, Sano, who originally thought that he might need to comfort her first after taking out the things, was slightly startled.

There was a little surprise in his eyes.

Is this really low requirements, or is it "comforting" oneself?

Forget it, it's all irrelevant stuff.

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

"Set a suitable price and it may be easier to sell."

The aunt who had tried to lighten the atmosphere before reminded him hesitantly.

...It’s already quite embarrassing, if it doesn’t sell later.

That would be even more embarrassing.

In response, Sano nodded calmly, then put down the price tag with a stroke of his pen.

The old aunts quietly poked their heads out to take a look.

Fifty thousand yen.

...How dare you do this! ?

The old aunts all widened their eyes. They never expected that Sano would actually set such a high price for such a pair of gloves... Well, actually, a pair of gloves worth tens of thousands, although it is indeed not cheap.

But no matter how expensive it is, it’s not worth it.

The prices of famous brands are so scary.

What's more, it's a famous brand, but Sano just hand-knitted it by himself, and the weaving quality was so... slightly unsatisfactory.

If you set such a price, you can only sell it if you can!

Just as the old aunt was hesitating whether to give another subtle reminder, Sano suddenly raised his foot and kicked the little girl's butt: "Where is your toilet?"

"I'll take you!"

The little girl immediately jumped down and took Sano to the toilet on her 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.

The charity bazaar is just a formality, the more important thing is the "charitable funds" underneath.

This is not much different from Sano's donations from school in his previous life.

Although it sounds like it, whether you donate or not depends entirely on your will, and whether you donate more or less depends on your heart.

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

Parents don't care, it's easy for children to be unable to hold their heads up.

Even if it goes a bit darker... Anyway.

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

Anyway, even if you set a price of a few dozen yuan for that pair of broken gloves, there's not likely to be anyone who will buy it, right?

"Don't wait for me, I'll go to the big one."

After Sano waved his hand, he walked into the toilet. The little girl scratched her head and returned to the stall, eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the customers so that she could sell the pair of gloves.

And just when Sano was going to the toilet.

At the gate of Futaba Kindergarten, four figures, two large and two small, were stacking Arhats.

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

Suzuki Sonoko narrowed her eyes: "God-given opportunity, let's go buy that rag!"

Mao Lilan: "...Yuanzi, how can you say it's junk?"

Suzuki Sonoko blinked and laughed: "Sorry, I was quick to talk."

Conan underneath has dead eyes.

"I never expected that a guy like that would go to such great lengths for a little girl in kindergarten. I thought he would definitely fool her."

Haiyuan Ai sighed.

"yes."

Conan also agreed: "In the past, he would fool her if he could, and ignore her if he couldn't. Has he changed and become more fond of children, or is that little girl special to him?"

... To be fair, there is a reasonable reason why Sano doesn't want to buy something for him to do, but if he has to do it himself, it's a little bit incomprehensible to Conan, and it doesn't fit in with this guy's style at all.

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

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

"Say it like we're real kids."

"What real kid?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who had been beaten, lowered her head in confusion, and Conan quickly responded.

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

"makes sense."

A group of four people immediately entered the kindergarten, aiming directly at the stall where Sano's gloves were.

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

To be precise, it was Conan who bumped into someone's leg.

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

Conan subconsciously apologized and looked up at the other party.

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

because……

Conan actually couldn't see the other person's face clearly!

At this moment, the first thing that came to Conan's mind was the figure of Rye.

The next thing that emerged was a nickname.

Faceless man!

Generally speaking, the faceless man is naturally referring to the bomb maniac in Rye.

But for Conan, it is not the case.

Because Conan remembered that there were clearly two faceless men!

The guy who had met Conan before and was also wearing a black peaked cap. Judging from the hair color outside the hat and the way he acted, it was absolutely impossible to be the same person as Rye. He called himself——

“…Bourbon.”