Looking at it this way, Sano’s suspicion seems to be smaller, but why does he feel like a bad guy again?
Sano looked at Conan, his mood not fluctuating at all. The reason why he switched his vest to threaten Yutaka Abe was not simply because it was easier to do “bad things” in a black death vest.
What’s more important is Sano’s original purpose, to let Conan know that Sano is not a black man.
That’s right, that hair was left behind by Sano on purpose, just to let Conan take it for examination.
…Actually, Sano originally planned to set up some difficult problems for Conando to make the matter seem more natural, but then he thought about it again and realized that he didn’t seem to have the brains at all.
After all, Conan is a scientific detective. If he acts too smart, it will easily lead to the plan becoming completely different and nondescript.
Well, Sano admitted that there was also a reason for his laziness, but after careful consideration, he decided to convert the mental difficulty into a physical difficulty.
In other words, give Conan a kick.
Now it seems that it is very successful, and Conan has no doubts – after all, this is an important clue that the other party only received so hard a kick in exchange for.
Another thing that surprised Sano was that Conan, who had never mentioned that he might be the Black Death before, actually did not do it secretly this time, but had a showdown with him.
But this saves Sano the energy to worry about how not to discover that Conan is thinking about his hair.
At the other end, the belated police officer Megure, Mouri Kogoro and others had just arrived at the airport.
Before they could start to do anything, they saw a man who looked extremely miserable and twisted, but also inexplicably familiar.
The man originally walked with a limp, as if he had been injured in some way, but after seeing Officer Megure and his party, he suddenly burst into tears as if he were seeing a long-lost family member.
“surrender, I want to surrender!!”
“…”
Officer Megure and Mouri Kogoro looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground and tugging on their trousers. It took a while before they finally recognized him.
This is not Yutaka Abe!
…
In the two days after the Red Ghost Village Fire Festival incident, Sano did not encounter any tasks again, as if he had suddenly returned to his peaceful daily life.
It’s strange. Last time it could be said that the protagonist Conan was recovering from illness, so he couldn’t advance the plot, so what does it mean this time…
Could it be that his kick caused something wrong with Conan?
Sano touched his chin, guessing whether Conan’s body was still fine.
But looking at the newspapers, Conan, the god of plague, has been causing trouble in the past two days. Why doesn’t he trigger the mission?
Speaking of newspapers, Sano thought of the Tokyo Monster Report the day before yesterday.
That’s right, it’s it again.
Sano was a little confused. Isn’t this thing titled Tokyo Kaitan? Why can it even report on things outside Tokyo?
Especially this weird code name, why is it always so weird?
Also ghost electric motorcycle.
Even if you say Ghost Rider or Dongmingshan Car God, they are better than this.
After this report came out, it also caused quite a stir.
It’s not that the content of the ghost story is too shocking, but that it’s too real.
Excluding the racing gangs and traffic policemen present in Dongmingshan, there are at least hundreds of passers-by who have witnessed Sano’s eDonkey in runaway mode during his experiments.
The outrageous content, the numerous witnesses, and the sudden disappearance without a trace, as if the suspense had never appeared before, made this report itself extremely popular.
Then some media reports that liked to ride on the popularity were confirmed by the official mouth, making this matter more and more popular.
Many bricklayers also came out to join in the fun, but their words were in the same direction – that was impossible.
It is impossible for a small electric donkey to have the power to pull its speed to half Mach, and it is impossible to withstand such power. This is what the experts say.
It seems that even Ke Xue in this world does not recognize the rationality of his rampaging little eDonkey…
“drop.”
Just when Sano’s train of thought was gradually going awry, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated. He took it out and saw that it was Gin’s email.
“There is a mission. Team up with Mescal and go to the Metropolitan Police Department to steal something. He will contact you.”
Mezcal…
Sano raised his eyebrows. He has a new teammate. He hopes he won’t be as unreliable as Coren Tequila.
Just as the thought came to him, Gin suddenly sent another email: “Let him steal things, and you can let him go. If the situation is not right, you can withdraw first. If conditions permit, save him if he can, and silence him if he can’t.”
Sano: “…”
Good guy, this special mission hasn’t even started yet, and you’ve already made yourself ready to silence him. How unconfident is Gin about Mescal’s ability?
After complaining silently, the phone rang. Sano answered the call, and the voice on the other end directly said that they would meet at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department in thirty minutes.
…Why does this mezcal voice sound familiar to me?
After hanging up the phone, Sano tilted his neck and didn’t pay much attention. After walking around quickly, he arrived at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department wearing a rye vest.
Sano looked around, and finally saw a figure in a corner who was also looking around.
It turned out to be this guy.
Seeing the middle-aged man who for some reason met him for the first time a few days ago, Sano couldn’t help but smacked his lips as if he had been shot.
Although I don’t know if this teammate is reliable, I really hate him.
…I hope Conan, the God of Plague, can perform stably today and kill this guy to death.
Sanoye murmured inwardly as he moved towards Mescal.
“Yo.”
Mescal was originally confused because he couldn’t find any trace of his teammates. Could it be that this newcomer was really so proud of his talent that he dared to let go of his senior’s pigeons?
But he didn’t expect that as soon as his thoughts came up, someone appeared beside him. Mescal was so frightened that he almost shot him with his backhand.
“Black, rye?”
Looking at the figure in front of him wearing a black sweatshirt, cap and hood, Mescal felt a little relieved, but at the same time he became even more surprised: “When did you arrive?”
“Just arrived.”
Sano said casually, then turned to ask more about the matter: “What exactly are you trying to steal? How can I support you?”
“You don’t have to worry about stealing anything. Just stay outside. If something goes wrong, I will notify you to make some noise outside to muddy the water and make it easier for me to evacuate.”
As he spoke, Mescal took out a pair of headphones from his pocket and gave it to Sano, then took out a pair of transparent gloves and put them on, as well as a hat and a mask.
Seeing that Mescal was unwilling to say more, Sano didn’t bother to ask any more questions, and he and the other party entered the Metropolitan Police Department gate respectively with a time difference of a few minutes.
But before that, Sano pretended not to care and touched Mescal with the Hammer of Justice in his sleeve, confirming that the other party was not a mouse.
—At least not some official rat.
Affected by the passerby hat, Sano wandered around the Metropolitan Police Department without attracting anyone’s attention.
Arriving at the bench for people to rest on the second floor, Sano turned his head and glanced at the camera at the top of the corner.
As far as Sano knows, neon cameras are relatively rare.
Except for a few who install it themselves in personal areas, only important places like the Metropolitan Police Department that must have surveillance will install it.
Because Neon people have always taken privacy very seriously. For example, if cameras are installed in some public places, it is easy to receive a large number of complaints, or simply choose not to go there.
Secondly, Neon’s taxpayers have quite high authority. If a large number of cameras are installed at official expense on roads and other places, it can easily be labeled as a “waste of taxpayer resources.”
This also resulted in a small number of neon cameras, and, well, it also made it easier for people like Gin to move around.
Of course, the above is what Sano heard from others. As for whether it is because of this, and what is the difference between the neon in the previous life and the neon in this world.
Sano doesn’t know.
…In fact, it stands to reason that Sano and Mescal should first invade the surveillance system of the Metropolitan Police Department to prevent being photographed.
It’s just that perhaps considering the difficulty involved and the impact that being photographed will have on the organization, it is better to come in directly.
Anyway, the final bottom line is nothing more than a guarantee that the core members of the organization will not fall into official hands – at least not alive.
Sano tilted his neck and looked at the surveillance camera. He wanted to grin, but he remembered that even the camera couldn’t capture his face clearly due to the effect of the faces of passers-by, so he simply raised his middle finger.
After provoking the cold camera, Sano was stunned again.
It’s so boring to have fun…
To be honest, although Gin reminded Sano before the start of this mission to remember to silence him if necessary, he didn’t think the possibility was high.
After all, almost everyone can see how difficult it is to steal something from the Metropolitan Police Department.
This is a mission, not a game.
If Mescal really didn’t have even half a chance of success, then Gin couldn’t simply let the other party die.
Although the premise of all this is that Mescal will not be plagued by Conan, the god of plague.
However, Sano has been sitting here for a long time and has not seen Conan’s shadow. I guess nothing will happen today…
“Rye, I’ve been discovered, find a way to save me!”
Suddenly, Mescal’s panicked voice came from the earphones, and Sano’s thoughts were instantly stuck.
…So is this because I am too bad at mezcal, or is it because my flag is too strong?
After pouting helplessly, Sano was about to reply when the mission trigger sound came.
“Hey, the current task has been triggered, you can check it at any time!”
[Please rescue the naughty kid who only wants to die. You will get 50 strengthening points when you complete it. The remaining time of the mission is – 3:59:59].
Sano: “…?”
At this moment, on the other side, where Sano could not see, Mescal was running wildly, being chased by more than a dozen policemen.
I was careless and was discovered.
Mescal’s forehead was covered with sweat. In such an environment, there would only be more and more police behind him. If he only relied on himself, he would probably be blocked in a few minutes at most.
Then either they will start a gun war to get the last chance of survival, or else they will be arrested and arranged to silence them by the organization.
Now we can only place our hopes on the newcomer.
As an intelligence officer, Mescal had already discovered when he met Sano for the first time two days ago that this newcomer was probably the white-haired murderer who was being hunted down by the police.
And if your guess is correct, then there is a high chance that there will be explosives on the opponent’s body. If you use that to attract attention, your probability of escaping will undoubtedly increase a lot.
“Watch out for bombs.”
A voice came from the earphones, and a look of ecstasy immediately appeared on Mescal’s face.
