Conan: I’m really not Tokyo Monster Story

"It is said that the Black Death God was founded less than half a month ago. The name of their organization comes from the nickname of their boss, but their boss is even more mysterious. He only appears out of nowhere and fights all over the place in one night. Tokyo, thus got the nickname Black Death, but later because the delinquents who followed him also began to call themselves Black Death, which was after the name of the organization, and because it was easy to pronounce, everyone called him Black Death. His prestige is very high. All the current members of Black Death imitate his clothing, hairstyles, and vehicles. As for the rest, I don’t know anything about it.”

"This is true regardless of name, age, occupation, or residential address."

In fact, Sato Miwako was really, really suspicious of the so-called "Black Death". Unfortunately, she didn't know who the other party was, otherwise she would have taken him back and tortured him first before talking about anything else.

"But looking at it this way, at least the two points of mystery and strength are consistent."

After hearing what Miwako Sato said, Conan said thoughtfully: "And that guy suddenly appeared to punish bad boys. After unifying Tokyo, he targeted more brutal criminals, which is consistent. The behavior of so-called spiritual seekers.”

Especially with the example of the Black Dragon Society, the suspicion of Hei's death is even greater.

"Um……"

The two people, one big and one small, stood and squatted, touching their chins and frowning slightly, thinking, until at a certain moment, they suddenly woke up.

No, I am just a primary school student now. Is it really okay to analyze clues with others in such a serious manner?

Conan thought so.

No, is it really okay for an adult policeman to analyze clues with an elementary school student in such a serious manner?

Sato Miwako thought like that.

The two gradually moved their eyes, looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

However, one thing Miwako Sato did not tell Conan was that the investigation of the "Black Death Special Attack Suit" was no longer their responsibility, but was taken over by the public security department.

Of course, Sato Miwako didn't know that the police took over. All she knew was that her superiors issued a notice to suspend the investigation.

The exchange stopped. A few minutes later, Conan watched the two police cars leave, clenching his fists secretly.

"Heidi, if it's really you, then I will definitely catch you!"

"Ah Qiu!!"

In the coffee shop, Sano sneezed and couldn't help but muttered: "Which little girl missed me."

"Ha, could it be the one who went to the Valentine's Day party with you last time?"

Amuro Toru smiled and turned around to tease.

Sano narrowed his eyes and did not take up the topic. He just asked, "Boss, you said you have an important task, so you want me to work for you?"

"Well, after all, this is an important part-time job, but I have other things to do, so I can only ask you to come over temporarily to take over."

Toru Amuro said so.

Can't agree.

Sano's intuition told him that if he agreed this time, it would be like being stuck in a quagmire. He would be summoned by Toru Amuro to work for him forever, and the originally enjoyable fishing job would disappear, so...

"I reject!"

Sano Yoshimasa said sternly: "As a member of the organization, how can I waste important time on such meaningless things? This is blasphemy to the organization!"

"But strictly speaking, you took over my part-time job so that I could free my hands to do organizational things, so this cannot be said to be meaningless, but a real task, and..."

Toru Amuro smiled and raised two fingers: "The part-time job in the cafe costs 2,000 yen an hour. Of course, this is just a small profit. The important thing is that my mission this time has a bonus of 5 million. If I complete it, it will be 50,000 yen." It’s not impossible to split it.”

Sano quickly lowered his head and put on his apron: "I know how to keep accounts. I also agreed in advance that I have never worked a part-time job. If you are fired because of some mistakes, you can't blame me."

"It's okay, I believe you."

Toru Amuro waved his hand cheerfully, said "Come on" and left the staff room.

Sano let out a breath and started working seriously.

Although after the Maple Leaf Gold Coin mission, Sano himself has reached nearly 100 million people, but who would not be happy if he could have more money.

After all, the Japanese yen itself is not valuable, and the price of neon items is still high. In real terms, the purchasing power is not even as much as that of a soft girl with 10 million. Besides, who would think that the money is too much.

In any case, the cost-effectiveness of working for two thousand yuan an hour is not worse than that of many white-collar workers, not to mention half of Tohru Amuro's five million bonus.

It would be a bad idea not to take advantage of it. Anyway, idleness is idle, just do it and it’s over!

…

"...So, what did you do to get fired?"

The next day, Sano was approached by Toru Amuro, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he started questioning him.

"Ah ha ha."

Sano touched the back of his head and smiled shyly: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I broke a few cups, delivered the wrong meals a few times, cursed a few times, and scolded the store manager a few times."

Toru Amuro: "..."

"Brother, you are my real eldest brother, and you are my boss. Okay, I told you that you used to be a part-time worker, not a god. Forget the first two. You can also be said to be unskilled. What are the last two? Damn it, why are you so good at scolding people, and why are you scolding us and the enemy at the same time?"

Sano curled his lips and said: "Who told them to be so cruel? Two thousand yuan an hour, not 20 million an hour, can I bear this anger?"

Toru Amuro's already dark face turned even darker: "That can't be done like that. I've only been doing this job for a few days!"

Calculating carefully, I have lost three jobs because of Sano!

Two cafe waiters, one pizza delivery boy.

No, to be precise, it should be four jobs. The progress of the courier job was too slow, and Toru Amuro was dismissed after only working for one day...

"Hey, I won't leave you here. There will be a place for you. You can't find a three-legged toad. You can find a two-legged boss at will. Relax, relax."

Sano pretended to comfort Toru Amuro, but Toru Amuro felt inexplicably that the meaning behind what he just said was actually a threat to himself - you, the boss, had better be more obedient, otherwise you will be replaced at any time.

What the hell, as a victim who lost his job, he was actually threatened by the perpetrator. What's the point?

No, it shouldn't be the case. Sano is not so unreasonable. He should be overthinking it. Besides, what they are doing is not serious work after all. This cannot be changed by just changing.

After shaking his head, Toru Amuro finally gave up on pursuing the blame, pushed Sano away and entered the room.

Sano, on the other hand, looked at the other person's back in confusion, muttering in his heart, no way, no way, didn't he just mess up a part-time job, does this guy still want to take his furniture back to pay off the debt?

No, that's not the case. After all, the broken furniture in my home doesn't seem to be worth tens of thousands of dollars...