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The police officers, not wanting to waste words with Sano, immediately sought concrete evidence to arrest him on the spot.

As the ground was dug up again, it went deeper and deeper.

Sano could clearly feel that Gin's muscles were becoming increasingly tense.

however.

Half an hour later.

The original hole had already been dug open, and the police even dug further around it, but still couldn't find a trace of a body.

The air gradually became strange.

Gin and Vodka were not wanted, and Sano had changed his appearance to that of an ordinary passerby. Although the police sensed something was wrong, they had no choice but to release him in the end and even apologize.

Then wait until the police leave.

Gin looked at Sano.

Sano shrugged: "Just a little magic trick."

Gin's eye twitched... I don't believe you.

However, considering that there are too many things I don't understand since I met Sano, and that this is really nothing out of the ordinary, I didn't ask any more questions.

...The main problem is that I can't get any answers from them.

Or even if you ask, it might not be correct, and if it is, you might not be able to find any evidence.

shook his head.

Gin suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Can this method be replicated?"

"of course."

Sano lit a cigarette: "Don't look down on people, Gin-sama."

Gin narrowed his eyes, and then, unusually, curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"So, are you interested in earning some extra money on the side?"

"Ok?"

Sano was taken aback and blinked.

Gin patted Sano on the shoulder, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"From now on, we'll divide the work. I'll just do the killing, and you'll just do the burying. You'll get all the benefits."

"..."

So for a long time afterward, Sano, as a core member, was actually ordered by Gin to run around everywhere just to clean up messes and collect corpses.

What is oneself?

A cleaner, perhaps?

...and then later.

Gin decided that Sano was running too slowly, so he drove a large truck and collected all the bodies that needed to be disposed of, delivering them to Sano.

This made Sano even more helpless... He knew that the organization always pursued the goal of leaving no evidence when dealing with corpses, or at least not leaving any evidence, but Gin made him do it all to ensure that nothing went wrong, even if earning extra money was a good thing.

But isn't this going too far?

Sano stood behind his small apartment, smoking a cigarette and gazing at the ever-rising earthen mound, lost in thought, while Conan stood beside him, curiously exploring the area.

"Hey, I remember this used to be a depression, how come there's a small slope here?"

Faced with Conan's sudden question.

Sano silently turned his head, then silently turned back, and smacked his lips.

"You must have remembered it wrong..."

"Yeah."

Conan scratched his head in confusion, but didn't think much of it, until the thing got higher and higher...

New Naruto book: I just want more favorability

I've started a new book! It's on this account; any handsome guys or beautiful girls who are interested can check it out.

Book title.

Naruto: I just want affection points

Introduction.

Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in Konoha, and I'm using strategies to woo girls and clear dungeons.

In Rurouni Kenshin, pick up a Kusabi Maru from Sekiro and you can shoot anything, becoming a true 50/50 player.

The mask from a certain gourmet anime, Tanjiro's earrings from Demon Slayer, Akame ga Kill!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Holy Grail War, One Piece, Bleach... What, this world also has dungeons?

Minato Namikaze's Flying Thunder God Kunai.

Sakumo Hatake's white-toothed short sword.

Matt's bodysuit.

The eyeball of Fugaku Uchiha's friend...

……

One day, Orochimaru couldn't help but sigh.

"You little rascal, you really know how to play with women's feelings."

Gintoki retorted righteously, "What are you talking about, teacher? Our love is purely platonic."

emotion?

Sorry, all Gintoki wants is to increase his popularity. Besides, he just wants to give everyone who feels insecure a warm home.

Is this wrong?

If that's the case, then the fault doesn't lie with me, but with the world!