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"Bourbon!"

Urged on by a cold shout, Amuro Tooru jolted and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Another blood-red flower bloomed on the snow.

Sano collapsed, his body temperature gradually dropping.

After a few seconds of silence, Amuro Tooru took out his phone to take pictures and make calls.

After a flurry of activity.

After much hesitation, Amuro Tooru squatted down and pulled a hair from Sano's head.

……

The next day, ordinary people were evacuated from Tokyo following an official announcement.

They withdrew again.

For these people, being rushed to evacuate in a hurry, they were told they could go back after only two days, or even just one night, leaving their families with nothing but wasted effort.

This naturally caused a lot of dissatisfaction.

Even Conan was surprised that things ended so quickly.

Especially after questioning Amuro Tooru, he was told that the Black God was dead.

The people in black were most likely dismissed as well... Conan was even more confused.

That's absolutely outrageous!

The final boss of a game was just skipped over as background noise?

Was it really necessary to be so hasty?

But Amuro Tooru ignored Conan's mental breakdown and his growing existential unease.

He then looked at Sano, who was sitting in front of the antique counter.

"Wait a minute, are you sure? Could there be a mistake? That kind of guy isn't so easy to deal with. Maybe there's some kind of conspiracy involved, like faking his death to escape and buy time so you can lower your guard..."

Conan still couldn't believe that things had ended so hastily, and tried to analyze the situation further to see if he could discover anything amiss.

Amuro Tooru, however, was too lazy to pay attention to the children's play and went straight to Sano, reaching out to touch his ear. Naturally, his hand was slapped away, and he was met with a cold and warning look: "Don't touch me."

Amuro Tooru said calmly, "Black God is your twin."

"Oh, really?"

“But when I compared the hair he collected when he broke into the safe house, the DNA on both sides didn’t match at all. That’s not your twin.”

"Maybe."

Seeing that the other person's expression remained unchanged, Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes. Actually, there was something else he didn't say: he had also compared it with the hair of Sano that he had collected earlier, and the result was also inconsistent, which was very strange.

"I need your hair."

Amuro Tooru chose to get straight to the point, but Sano simply smiled.

"That's enough. You should know the answer. Don't waste his efforts."

After whispering those words in Amuro Tooru's ear, Sano got up and left.

Amuro Tooru's face grew increasingly pale... Just as I expected.

Although the details are unclear, there is no doubt about Sano in front of me.

It's definitely not the original Sano.

The answer to which "fake Sano" died is obvious.

Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth, wanting to rush out and arrest that imposter.

But then I thought about it again.

Sano risked his life for a chance at peace. If I were to expose the truth out of momentary impulse, things would go back to square one...

Then it would all be for nothing.

"Boom!"

An exasperated Amuro Tooru slammed his hand on the counter, startling Conan, who was still muttering to himself, and the dreadful old man behind the counter. The screen crackled with anger.

Although Sano, as the leader of the rye distillery, will still face some danger in the future, the fact that the Black Clothes are gone means he won't be constantly targeted by the whole world, which undoubtedly reduces the pressure considerably.

At least in Ai Haibara's opinion, the problem is not serious.

Otherwise, Amuro Tooru wouldn't be so furious, right?

Chapter 702 The Grand Finale (Part 2)

Sure enough, everything returned to normal. In fact, according to the information that Amuro Tooru continued to infiltrate the brewery, Rye somehow stepped down, and now the organization is entirely under Gin's control.

The man in black has completely disappeared from the public eye.

Black Reaper, All-Knowing, and Yorozuya remain the same, except the leader has changed to blond hair. The zoo has disappeared, while the FFF group, having lost their original idol, has gone mad and caused quite a few troubles.

However, the unification issue was resolved relatively easily.

Conan is back to his daily routine, and several cases have come out in just a few days.

The problem was resolved relatively smoothly.

If there's anything special about it, it's that Sano is planning to move.

He said he was going to take his little girl abroad.

This undoubtedly left Conan, Ran Mouri, and the others feeling both reluctant to part and puzzled.

However, since Sano was adamant, no one else could say much. In the end, they didn't even have time to hold a farewell party before the two of them boarded a plane and left Japan for good.

And when the flight takes off without anyone else knowing.

Only Amuro Tooru remained in the crowd at the airport, watching the plane gradually disappear.

Amuro Tooru didn't know why he had come all the way to deliver this imposter, but lately he had been having nightmares about Sano's face.

This wasn't the first time he had killed someone, even someone he knew well.

That's not unprecedented.

After a long silence, Amuro Tooru exhaled and turned to leave.

A few days later, Amuro Tooru retrieved Sano's body from a private laboratory in Amelica... Due to the special nature of the body, as well as the help and sacrifices Amelica made in the final battle, it was eventually given to the other side after discussion among the decision-makers.

Even Amuro Tooru is useless in this matter and can only watch.

Fortunately, Amelica was unable to find anything from Sano's body, which gave Amuro Tooru a chance to get it back.

Of course, ostensibly, this move was also intended for the Japanese government to conduct research.

In reality... even Amelika couldn't figure anything out, so what could the Japanese possibly figure out? And even if they did, they wouldn't succeed.

How could it be so easy to get it back?

By being the only survivor in the final battle and killing the Black God, Amuro Tooru was allowed to have his own selfish desires fulfilled and obtain the body.

...At the very least, there should be a grave, right?

Looking at the body in the coffin, which had been preserved to the best of its ability for research, it was only superficially intact; the inside had long been hollowed out, and it was practically just an empty shell of a corpse.

Amuro Tooru lit one cigarette after another.

It wasn't until dawn that they came to their senses and began to lower the coffin into the ground, then bury it and install the tombstone... but just to be on the safe side, the tombstone was also unnamed.

This is a tomb whose owner is known only to the tomb itself.

"Gah!"

Large flocks of crows landed on the trees, and one even landed directly on the tombstone.

As if in mourning, they began to shout.

"..."

Amuro Tooru reached for the cigarette case again, but unfortunately it was empty. He took the half-eaten cigarette out of his mouth and placed it in front of the tombstone: "Be a good person in your next life."

After leaving those words, Amuro Tooru finally departed.

However, not long after Amuro Tooru left, five black figures reappeared and stopped in front of the monument, even though they were all wearing hats.

However, the long white hair of two of them was quite eye-catching.

"Dig it open."

Vodka and Yellow Hair pulled out shovels and started working hard.

A moment later, the men picked up the coffin and ran away.

"...Damn, that kid's really something, making a coffin this heavy for one person?"

Hearing the blond-haired guy's mutterings, Gin snorted and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Does your boss teach you to complain while you're working?"

The blond-haired man pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

Until they arrived at a winery outpost.

They carried the body out of the coffin, but Huang Mao didn't dare touch it.

I was afraid that if I used even the slightest force, I would puncture that paper-thin skin again.

"Hey, I said it would be soon, why isn't anything happening?"

Seeing the blond-haired man's question, Gin frowned and looked to the side.

"Why are you looking at me?"

The Stand user shrugged: "I only turned back after receiving the letter. How would I know the specifics? I can only try anything as a last resort."

"So, who actually sent that letter?"

Curaçao asked doubtfully, "Could this be a trap, an attempt to wipe us out?"

"No, although there's no evidence, I recognize this character."