Chapter 401 400, Conan: Ah ~ Bourbon

Listen to the height of this knock on the door...

"Shu, are you at home?"

really.

Sano picked up some clothes and covered Dahei, and thought about it for a moment.

I also stuffed those gloves in.

Then he opened the door and looked down at the little girl.

"What's wrong."

"Ah, finally we met."

After seeing Sano, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said cheerfully: "Hey, I just wanted to see how the wormwood gloves were doing, because there is a charity sale tomorrow, so I have to confirm the status.

"

"Well, the gloves are ready, you can rest assured, but don't look at them yet... Only by retaining a little mystery can we bring more surprises."

Sano shook his hand: "When this is over, you have to treat me to a good meal."

Get this kid back on track and inherit his title of model worker!

However, just when Gin was full of fighting spirit, Sano actually threw back two more documents and said, "I still have some things to deal with tomorrow, so I have to go home early and go to bed tonight, so I'll just make one."

Register a killer?

Sano stopped and frowned.

...To be fair, there is a reasonable reason why Sano doesn't want to buy something for him to do, but if he has to do it himself, it's a little bit incomprehensible to Conan, and it's not in line with this guy's style at all.

"makes sense."

What emerged next was a nickname.

"I'm going to a charity fair in the kindergarten."

“It’s really amazing!!”

"yes."

It’s not that Sano, the killer of Tokyo, or neon, has never been exposed to it.

This is not much different from Sano's donations from school in his previous life.

"Okay, let's go in quickly, otherwise Brother Sano will be back later!"

The time comes the next day.

Before Sano could respond, he saw the little girl leaning on the table with two hands, her feet dangling in the air, and her eyes shining with a strange light and shouting.

Later, after he was promoted to code member, he almost drained Gin of the tasks at hand.

Many aunts subconsciously touched the band-aids on their hands.

The little girl blinked.

Since the word "registration" is used, it must be a professional killer.

The main thing is reputation.

"Say it as if we were real kids."

At the gate of Futaba Kindergarten, four figures, two large and two small, were stacking Arhats.

"Ha, your gloves... are very unique!"

But the little girl's attention was only focused on Sano's fingers.

Sano came to Futaba Kindergarten with that shocking work in his arms.

For example, Sano can announce his withdrawal from the organization now and accept the assassin's commission.

Obviously there are not many people similar to Sano.

"What real kid?"

The little girl had been waiting at the door early, and when she saw Sano, she immediately came to greet her.

"I'll take you!"

Rebellion.

"……ha?"

Why is it so important that even organizational tasks have to be pushed back?

Conan actually couldn't see the other person's face clearly!

At this moment, the first thing that came to Conan's mind was the figure of Rye.

Sano scratched his head and tried to fool the little girl first.

But no matter how expensive it is, it’s not worth it.

Several women who were gathering together to gossip and chat suddenly looked over in surprise when they saw the little girl leading the way and Sano following her.

What's more, they are so damn famous brands, but Sano just hand-knitted this by himself, and the weaving quality was so... slightly unsatisfactory.

With such a mentality, when can I inherit the title of model worker?

As if to ease the embarrassment, an aunt said with a dry smile.

Sano doesn't know how to register this thing.

Sano had no intention of hiding anything, so he replied, causing Gin to raise a question mark again.

Dahei subconsciously wanted to squeak, but Sano directly pinched his mouth.

If Gin hadn't seen Sano's hard work during that period, he wouldn't be intolerable now. This is actually not a very paddling state.

"Anyway, I don't think the two of us are special."

Conan below has dead eyes.

"What's up?"

...Of course Sano knew that the price was set too high and it would be difficult to sell it.

The old aunts all opened their eyes wide. They never expected that Sano would actually set such a high price for such a pair of gloves... Well, actually, a pair of gloves worth tens of thousands, although it is indeed not cheap.

Where should I go to find out?

There was a little surprise in his eyes.

Sano took a look and saw that there were already many "guests" in the kindergarten: "Let's go in."

At the final level, it can also be called a killer organization.

"good."

Even if we go to the dark side... in short.

...It seems that the only one Sano remembers is the five-star killer?

...It's already quite embarrassing, if it doesn't sell later.

It was not until much later that I returned to the good habit of doing one task a day except under special circumstances.

"These are all proofs of my hard work."

And just when Sano was going to the toilet.

But Gin was still not satisfied.

Gin wants to save Sano.

Haihara Ai said this, causing Conan to show his dead eyes again.

The little girl immediately jumped down and took Sano to the toilet on her two short legs.

Of course, there are also many second-level killers who rely on their reputation as organized killers.

At least they can be considered young, and they are all human beings... ahem.

The black crow swooped down and landed on Sano's shoulder as he pushed the car door open.

But if you were looking for it aimlessly, Sano didn't think it would be possible to find something so superficial that it had to be targeted.

An inexplicably familiar voice suddenly reached Gin's ears.

"Big, big brother, that crow..."

Needless to say, the first one is both Sano and Gin.

"Hey, Lord Rye, do you have any advice?"

"Good morning, Sichuan!"

When did this happen?
To be continued...