Chapter 147 146, Pay attention to bombs

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 would be 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.

...In fact, Sano originally planned to set up some difficult problems for Conan to make this matter seem more natural, but then he thought about it again and found that he didn't seem to have the brain 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 this was partly due to 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 seemed that it was a success, and Conan had no doubts - after all, this was an important clue that the other party had to get from such a harsh blow.

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 the effort of going to Sano and worrying about how not to find out 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 take action or do anything, they saw a man with an extremely miserable and twisted appearance, who also looked inexplicably familiar.

The man originally walked with a limp, as if he had been injured, 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 Ghost Story 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 could it even report on things outside Tokyo?

Especially this weird code name, why is it always so weird?

Also a ghost electric motorcycle.

Even if you say Ghost Rider or Dongmingshan Car God, they are better than this.

After this report came out, it caused quite a stir.

It’s not that the content of the ghost stories 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 heat were confirmed by officials, making the 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 e-mule...

"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.

"If you have 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 know. 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 in Mescal's ability?

After complaining wordlessly, 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 sound 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.

Sano couldn't help but smacked his lips when he saw the middle-aged man who for some reason seemed to have been shot when he first met him a few days ago.

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 even dared to let go of his senior's pigeons?

But he didn't expect that as soon as he had this idea, someone else 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, peaked 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 and asked about the real thing: "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 gate of the Metropolitan Police Department 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 to confirm that the other person was not a mouse.

——At least it's not an official rat.

Affected by the passerby's hat, Sano wandered around the Metropolitan Police Department without attracting anyone's attention.

Arriving at the bench for resting 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 such as 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, the authority of Neon taxpayers is quite high. 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.

Then 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 anyone can see how difficult it is to steal something from the Metropolitan Police Department.

This is a mission, not a game.

If Mezcal 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.
To be continued...