Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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"I am your homeroom teacher!"

"..."

A brief silence fell over the car.

Before Sano could react, the homeroom teacher on the other end of the phone said directly, "I'm calling you to tell you that you need to take a makeup exam tomorrow. Remember not to miss it. I really don't know how you did on the exams. You didn't pass a single one." After rambling on for a while, the teacher hung up the phone.

"..."

The silence inside the car deepened once again.

The vodka driver was probably thinking of laughing but didn't dare, and yet he genuinely wanted to laugh.

As a core member of a transnational criminal organization, codenamed "Agency," he had just completed a double-cross mission, dancing amidst a hail of bullets and killing nearly ten people.

The next second, I got a phone call telling me to go to school for an exam?

The sense of incongruity and contrast is just too strong...

And it seems like it's a makeup exam?

What the hell is it to fail every single subject?!

Vodka went from holding the steering wheel with both hands to one hand—his other hand was frantically pinching his thigh below.

You absolutely must not laugh out loud, or you'll be in big trouble!

Vodka recalled Sano's performance in the gunfight.

...Perhaps being able to dodge so many bullets was just a matter of Sano's ability, but at least Vodka believed that if he had such an ability, he would absolutely not dare to do so.

After all, those are bullets!

Only a madman like Sano would be so oblivious to the risks that he could be riddled with holes if he wasn't careful.

That's right. If I were to laugh in front of this madman, even if my own older brother were standing next to me, I probably wouldn't be able to save myself.

Thinking of this, Vodka finally calmed down a little and didn't actually laugh out loud.

Sano glanced at Vodka's sunglasses through the rearview mirror, then at Gin, whose expression was unmistakably strange, and clicked his tongue, saying, "What's wrong? It's just that you failed the exam. Did you two always get good grades?"

"So-so, a master's degree."

Gin lit a cigarette and said.

Sano: "..."

What the hell? Why would a terrorist have a master's degree? Is this guy serious?!

Sano didn't think Gin was lying to him. Given Gin's personality, it was impossible for him to make up something fake just to provoke him.

But that's precisely why it's so outrageous!

Seeing Sano's face filled with existential doubt, Gin's lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

Gin wasn't lying; he really does have a master's degree, but it's just a worthless one, the kind you can get by paying money.

This money was provided by the organization, just in case it comes in handy sometime.

Gin originally wanted to tell Sano that he could leave his current school and pay to get into the Mizusaku program.

Looking at Sano's current appearance, Gin suddenly didn't want to say anything anymore. Anyway, for this guy who knows how to disguise, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether he has this thing or not.

If needed, you can just impersonate someone else and borrow their degree.

So the next day, Sano went to school and took a make-up exam, which he did all day without paying attention. That night, he and a few peripheral members went to carry out a double-cross.

...Sano didn't pay much attention to the fact that no codename members were on the team for this mission, assuming that the organization was short-handed or that the mission was too easy and didn't require two codename members to be involved.

However, unlike the previous day, Sano did not intend to test the upper limit of the 100% bullet-dodging effect this time.

So they put on a pretty big fireworks show... Of course, these are all trivial matters.

It wasn't until a day later that Sano received a call from Conan.

"Your disguise got ripped off?"

Sano held the microphone in surprise, quite taken aback by the fact that Conan's disguise had been torn off.

Just two days ago, while Sano was still taking a make-up exam at school, Conan and the Mori father and daughter went to an event organized by Sherlock Holmes fans, and then, unsurprisingly, someone died.

But that's not important.

Importantly, during this Sherlock Holmes fan event, Heiji Hattori, that dark-skinned guy, also made an appearance.

Chapter 172, 171, Vodka: Bourbon, good luck to you.

Furthermore, during Conan's investigation, the black-skinned man directly exposed Conan's true identity.

They discovered that Conan is actually Shinichi Kudo.

But when Hattori Heiji came over last time, I didn't notice. How did I get exposed so quickly?

However, considering Conan's usual reckless behavior... Sano suddenly felt that there was nothing surprising about it.

"A disguise?"

On the other end of the phone, Conan scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered: "What disguise? I'm not wearing one."

"I know you're not wearing any."

Sano snapped out of his daze and lit a cigarette: "So, you told him everything?"

"Yeah, definitely. He's already figured out I'm Shinichi Kudo. If I don't tell him the truth, he'll just tell Ran. I can't lie, though, because he's pretty good at deduction and he'll definitely spot my flaws easily."

Conan rambled on, his tone full of grievance: "By the way, you know I didn't tell Hattori Heiji, so don't tell him either. When he comes over next time, I'm going to give him a good beating!"

Sano raised an eyebrow. He hadn't realized Conan was so vengeful.

Conan's disguise was exposed, which had nothing to do with Sano. So why would he help this troublemaker and busybody to mess with Blackie?

Sano exhaled a puff of smoke, his mind racing with a dozen different ways to trick Blackie, before he said dismissively, "Alright, I have something to do, I'll hang up now."

"Hey……"

After hanging up the phone, Sano tidied up and prepared to go out.

Sano's words just now weren't entirely to appease Conan; he genuinely had something to do.

"Rye, we have a new mission."

Just before Conan's call, Sano received a call from Gin.

"Oh, just send it to my email."

Sano, still half-asleep and woken by the phone call, said lazily, but he didn't expect Gin to reject his request outright.

"No, come over and we'll talk. Cocktails are waiting for you."

After saying that, Gin hung up the phone, and Sano could only get up and scratch his messy hair.

This is such an important task that we have to meet to discuss it; it's really troublesome.

……

Sano, now wearing a rye vest, was somewhat surprised to find that, in addition to the Gin duo, the Cohen-Chianti duo, and even Amuro Tooru, the bourbon fake alcohol, were all present as soon as he entered the cocktail bar.

What's going on? Does this mean that members of the organization are also going to have team-building activities?

Sano narrowed his eyes. Just kidding, such a serious gathering couldn't possibly be for team building; it must be for some kind of mission.

But what kind of mission could possibly warrant such a large-scale operation?

Could it be that they're planning to assassinate the leader of some country?

...Hey, if that's really the case, that would be so interesting.

"Hey, you've come, Rye."

The talkative Chianti waved a greeting, causing Amuro Tooru's pupils to shrink instantly.

rye……

Finally, I met the newcomer who inherited this code name.

Amuro Tooru sized up Sano, who was walking in from the doorway. Sano had his hands in his pockets, was wearing a black hoodie with a black baseball cap underneath, so his face was obscured, but some white hairs could be vaguely seen.

"Oh."

Sano also took out his left hand to greet him, and Amuro Tooru immediately noticed the other's gloves.

Wait, white hair, black hat, black hoodie, and black gloves...

So it was this guy!?

Amuro Tooru's heart skipped a beat. One of the reasons he had been appearing less in Sano's sight recently was that he had heard that a new member had joined the organization and had taken the code name Rye Whiskey, so he wanted to investigate. The other reason was that he was investigating that arrogant bomb maniac, No-Face.

The latter, in particular, has enraged the Metropolitan Police Department leadership. He committed two, or rather, three high-profile crimes in a row, and recently it's been said that he even clashed with the Kagee Gang.

First, he killed a gang leader and his son. Then, seemingly because of the kill order issued by the Shadow River Gang leader, he deliberately chose the last day of the three-day deadline to go to their door and kill the old man and a group of top henchmen. His methods and mentality can be described as extremely terrifying.

And this guy is also nowhere to be found; there's absolutely no trace of him.

The police suspect that this is a seasoned underground agent, and Amuro Tooru, as a "criminal" with such a background, is naturally the most suitable person to investigate.

But who would have thought that these two goals were actually the same?

After Sano sat down at the round table where Gin and the other four were sitting, Gin said, "Alright, everyone for this operation is here, so let me explain the situation."

"I plan to kill Akemi Miyano."

Upon hearing this, both Korngianti and Amuro Tooru's expressions changed slightly, while only Sano looked puzzled: "Miyano Akemi is... Miyano Shi... Sherry's older sister?"

"Ah."

Gin looked at Sano, as if explaining to him privately: "That woman is an outsider. Although she has a sister who is a codenamed member, Sherry is just someone we can control. We don't need to worry about her. What we really need to pay attention to is another person who is connected to that woman."

At this point, Gin paused, glanced at Amuro Tooru, and said, "Bourbon, tell the newcomer some history."

Amuro Tooru glanced at Gin expressionlessly and said, "Moroboshi Dai, real name Akai Shuichi, FBI member, deliberately approached Miyano Akemi in order to infiltrate our organization."

"After successfully dating Akemi Miyano, he joined our organization and eventually rose to the rank of codename member, codenamed...Rye Whiskey."

Upon hearing this, Sano's expression turned strange.

Sano had already heard that he inherited the code name "Rye Whiskey" from someone else, but he had no idea that the person was actually a rat.