Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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This division of tasks is very cautious, which confirms that the other party is indeed experienced. However... sleeping so casually in front of a "teammate" whom they just met today seems a bit less cautious.

Although we are all members of the same organization... at least on the surface, as codenamed members, aren't they all as shrewd as old foxes, seeing threats everywhere?

After all, there are so many rats in the organization, and no one knows if their teammate is a rat. Just like Shuichi Akai, who was originally called the new generation pillar of the organization, wasn't he a rat?

Or perhaps, this newcomer is actually a rat?

No, something like that couldn't possibly be a rat...

Amuro Tooru recalled the information he had previously gathered about this newcomer.

Aside from one female member with whom he had a rumored relationship, the other, and only one, is that he "brings bad luck to his teammates."

It's a bit mystical and exaggerated. They say that whoever teams up with Rye is doomed to die, and several codenamed members have already died.

Although the source of the gossip is unverifiable, making its veracity uncertain, if it's true, this guy might actually be an undercover agent...

Amuro Toru was distracted for a few seconds, but then remembered that this was a good opportunity to capture Akai Shuichi, so he immediately focused his attention and began to observe through his binoculars.

After four tedious hours, Amuro Tooru woke up Sano and handed him the binoculars: "You keep an eye on things, I'm going out to buy some food and drinks."

"Oh."

Sano rubbed his eyes and nodded, saying, "And could you also get me a pack of cigarettes?"

Amuro Tooru, who was about to open the car door, paused.

Normally, would a junior colleague in the workplace give instructions to a senior colleague in this way?

And this feeling of being driven by others as if it were perfectly natural, why does it feel so strangely familiar?

After tilting his head slightly, Amuro Tooru didn't think much of it, responded, and got out of the car to buy something.

Sano picked up his binoculars and peered into the bank. He quickly spotted the beautiful woman with long, straight black hair, who was sitting behind the counter in a business suit.

So, is the "identity advantage" that Gin mentioned referring to the identity of this bank employee?

Sano smacked his dry lips. He felt that he could easily complete this 1 billion yen mission with just two random people...

So it really was all for fishing after all?

Sano initially wanted to rub his fingers, but then realized he should bite his thumb instead. And what is it about Shuichi Akai that makes him so... relentlessly pursued by Gin?

After staring at Miyano Akemi for a while, Sano shifted his gaze to observe the other people in the bank and the surrounding situation. Feeling that nothing was amiss, he returned his gaze to Miyano Akemi.

...Those ugly people and scenery are nowhere near as pleasing to the eye as beautiful women.

Even if she's a silly beauty, she's still a beauty. After all, Sano isn't dating her, so why should he judge her by her brains?

A few minutes later, Amuro Tooru returned to the car, carrying a full plastic bag.

Sano, of course, didn't stand on ceremony. After glancing at it, he took out a can of coffee and a pack of cigarettes and started to act nonchalant. After finishing one cigarette, he opened a bag of potato chips and started crunching them into his mouth, with crunches falling to the ground.

Amuro Tooru just stared at Sano, unsure whether the problem lay with his own thinking or with Sano's actions.

"So, are you going to transfer this money to me in cash?"

After a moment of self-doubt, Amuro Tooru finally realized that there was nothing wrong with his thinking and chose to ask for money directly.

"Okay, I'll give it to you when I get paid after this mission."

Sano, holding binoculars in one hand and potato chips in the other, gave a perfunctory reply.

Amuro Tooru's forehead creased with annoyance as he asked, "Don't you have any money on you right now?"

"correct."

Under Amuro Tooru's intense gaze, Sano casually flicked his cigarette ash onto the ground, then stuffed the empty garbage bag at his feet, spouting nonsense: "I used all my money to buy bombs, and I don't even have living expenses left. If it weren't for this mission, I was planning to borrow money from Gin."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Damn it, Amuro Tooru can swear he's never seen a criminal so ridiculously poor. What the hell is this, not even having enough money for living expenses?!

Also, this is his car, it's his car!!

Can't you be a little more hygienic? You're not even paying for the cleaning!

Why did you buy so many bombs?

After suppressing his anger, Amuro Tooru couldn't help but ask again.

Although Amuro Tooru knew that the other party liked to use bombs, they probably wouldn't use that many, right?

Based on what we know, no bombs were used in the Moon Shadow Island case, while bombs were used in the subsequent Full Paradise case and the Metropolitan Police Department's cover-up, but their power was not great.

In the incident involving the Yingjiang gang a few days ago, it seemed that a considerable number of bombs were used, but that was only relatively speaking. All things considered, it certainly wouldn't have left a criminal with no money left to live on.

So how many bombs did this guy buy, and what is he planning to do? Is he planning to blow up Tokyo Tower?

As soon as Amuro Tooru said those words, Sano suddenly put down his binoculars. Although Amuro Tooru didn't know why he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could still clearly sense it.

The man was looking at him with a very shocked and strange expression.

What's going on?

Did I say something wrong?

"What do you think I'd do with buying bombs? Eat them like candy, or use them as baseballs?"

Under Sano's probing questions, Amuro Tooru's mind went blank for a moment, and there it was again—that inexplicable sense of familiarity.

...Just like Sano's previous witty remarks!

Does this guy have some kind of relationship with Sano, or is this kind of shut-up talk popular among young people these days?

Chapter 174, Section 173: Gin's Good Intentions

Of course, you don't buy bombs to eat like candy or to hit with a baseball; you buy them to blow up.

But that's not what I really want to ask. What I really want to ask is how the other party plans to bomb it, and where they plan to bomb it!

After a few brief words, Amuro Tooru felt as if he had aged more than ten years. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he lost all interest in probing Sano. He waved his hand and leaned back in the car seat to rest.

"Call me when it's time."

……

After several cycles of switching, it wasn't even dark anymore; it was already dawn.

Akemi Miyano had already finished get off work long ago. Sano and Tooru Amuro followed her all the way until she returned home, and then they stayed outside her building all night.

Amuro Tooru, his eyes bloodshot, rubbed them and breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally going to end…

What? You're asking why Amuro Tooru is so tired?

Then we have to mention Amuro Tooru's good teammate.

The original plan was for four-hour shifts.

Good heavens, once he fell asleep, he was like a dead man, no matter how much I called him, I couldn't wake him up, and it would drag on for almost half an hour.

After finally waking him up, he would either have a stomachache or need to pee, and would run to the toilet without asking Amuro Tooru's permission. There was nothing Amuro Tooru could do but temporarily take the blame for him.

All things considered, Amuro Tooru lost almost a full shift's worth of sleep in a single day.

And that's not even the worst part.

What's most annoying is that every time it's Amuro Tooru's turn to sleep, Sano starts acting up.

Shaking his leg is a minor issue; his mouth just won't stop—he's always eating, drinking, or lighting a cigarette, making a constant creaking and crackling noise. No wonder he can't sleep well.

"You take a taxi home first. I'll go up to her house and install surveillance cameras and listening devices, then I'll go to the bank to relieve Cohen and the others."

Amuro Tooru yawned and waved his hand listlessly.

Sano nodded, naturally happy to have some free time, and left the finishing work to Amuro Tooru before leaving.

After Amuro Tooru went upstairs and quietly pried open the lock on Miyano Akemi's door, installing some listening devices and surveillance cameras, he immediately returned to his car.

Looking around and making sure he didn't find any trace of his good teammate, Amuro Tooru took out a small bag and used tweezers to pick up the cigarette butt from the ground and put it inside.

Fingerprints and hair can be easily protected or even faked, but saliva is absolutely impossible to detect.

If we need to use it later, then we'll be very fortunate.

...Actually, when he discovered that Sano was sleeping very soundly, Amuro Tooru hesitated whether to take the opportunity to take a picture of the other person's real face.

However, when Amuro Tooru subtly changed his angle, he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

...Is it really No-Face?

Amuro Tooru looked at Sano's casual hat with great hesitation. "Why don't you try taking this hat off and take a look?"

But in the end, Amuro Tooru did not do so, because he always felt that the other party deliberately created such a flaw, waiting for him to take the bait.

Even if you do this and are discovered and stopped, you can use curiosity as an excuse, but you will still be suspected.

The so-called probing is all about these kinds of details.

Caution is the best policy.

Returning to his train of thought, Amuro Tooru, like a psychopath, carefully folded the small bag containing the hair and cigarette butts, put it in his pocket, and then started the car and drove away.

Meanwhile, at the corner of a nearby residential building, Sano watched Amuro Tooru drive away, shook his head and chuckled, then turned and left.

...During this day, Sano also gained something else, which was neither useful nor useless: he learned more about the so-called Shuichi Akai from Amuro.

According to the other party, Shuichi Akai should be a member of the action team. He is aloof and arrogant, calm and collected, and skilled in long-range sniping, close combat, tactical organization and command.

Even within the entire organization, his abilities are among the best, in no way inferior to Gin's.

In other words, they are what is called the "backbone" or, no, the pillar.

...This also made Sano understand some details that he couldn't understand before.

For example, why does Gin seem so wary of his opponent?

For example...

Shuichi Akai, as the previous generation of Black Rye, is highly capable but his personality isn't particularly good, so there are bound to be some people who dislike him or are jealous of him.

Then, due to their respective abilities, the former couldn't do anything to Shuichi Akai, and the latter didn't dare to do anything to Shuichi Akai, not to mention that they simply couldn't find him later on.

This matter should have ended there, but now things are different.

Sano arrived and became the new rye.