Conan Super Detective

"Oh, it's also a blizzard in your place." Vodka said suddenly.

"So now the computer can't be used, and the network is completely useless." Conan continued, "Excuse me, can you tell me directly? When and where do you want to put this software..."

"Really..." Vodka murmured, "Then tell you one more side, but just say one side, you have to hear clearly..."

"Do you know the Xianqiao Station under construction?" Vodka asked.

Chapter 0586 Re-contact with the black organization (four)

"Is that the station that will connect the future Toto Line and the Gunma train track?" Conan asked.

"Yes..." Vodka nodded in satisfaction, "Tomorrow at 12 o'clock noon, come to the lowest coin locker No. 0032. Don't forget the disk with the software!"

However, Conan said: "No, I have other arrangements tomorrow morning."

"Nani?!" Vodka dissatisfied.

"I have already completed the admission procedures this evening, as you know, my heart is very bad..."

However, Vodka didn't believe Conan's words at all, and immediately asked, "You guy, isn't it because you haven't finished the software yet, and then you play the trick of delaying time with us here?!"

"How come, of course do it well..."

It should be said that he is the son of Fujimine Yukiko. He has been fascinated by his eyes since childhood. Even if Conan’s acting skills are not as good as the first-line stars, this kind of performance talent in daily life combined with reasoning and analysis ability makes him fully equipped to imitate anyone. The tone, movement and expression in most states are just like now.

Even though he said a lot of unexpected things about vodka, it still didn't arouse the suspicion of that not very smart but very cautious guy.

"Then you have a few more days?" Vodka asked impatiently.

But Conan still said in an uncertain tone: "It may take three or four days...no, five days!"

"Stupid! How could we wait so long! Delay your hospital stay!" Vodka rejected Conan's first proposal.

But in fact, Dongma is very clear that this proposal itself is a cover, in order to be able to smoothly lead to the next proposal.

"I finally made an appointment with a well-known cardiologist. It is impossible to postpone it!" Conan said embarrassedly, "If you want it before I am hospitalized, only today is available... but after dawn The construction workers will be there, and that would be bad for you, right?"

"Then four points!" Vodka helped Conan put forward the second proposal. Of course, this is actually the proposal Conan lured and induced him to say, just to make this proposal look like Vodka himself proposed. .

Because Conan directly blocked all other possible times, leaving only such an embarrassing time node that even journalists would not take action.

"Hey, did you make a mistake, let me drive from Gunma to Tokyo in four hours?" Conan exclaimed in a surprised tone, but he was already happy in his heart.

"What's the matter then? If it's really done, it won't take four hours to drive here!" Vodka asked suspiciously.

When Conan heard the words, he replied in a helpless voice: "I know, I will be there in four hours... However, you can't ambush people there, if I find any In suspicious places, the transaction will be terminated immediately, even if my disk is taken back, you will never know how to use the software!"

"Huh!" Vodka sneered. "As rumored, he is really a cautious guy. After those four hours, remember not to be late..."

He hung up the phone.

On the other hand, Dongma and Conan showed a calm smile with everything under control. Not only did they advance the meeting time, but also confirmed that there are no people in black organizations around. Although it seems that the next time is a bit tight, it actually does. The plot has already been designed.

"Then clean up the fingerprints and hairs first, and get rid of the traces of our visit here. After all, you can drive for four hours in a hurry." Conan wiped the fingerprints on the phone and scanned the surroundings for any traces. Something that might expose DNA.

And Dongma smiled and turned off the lights again, "Speaking of which idiots really kept their promises and didn't arrange manpower around... But thanks to this, your lie that the computer can’t be used if the wire is broken is not Was exposed on the spot."

Conan smiled triumphantly after hearing this, "Yes, at least we can be sure that there is no other person in the place where the lights can be seen in this villa."

And this is the main reason why Dongma turns on the lights inexplicably...

"Then I will bring this software back first. If it goes well, Xiuzi will be able to decipher the content in a while. Although listening to the description in the diary, it should not be any important evidence, but such software is definitely needed by the organization. At least you can infer the other party’s purpose in the opposite direction."

Dongma said so and took away the CD.

Conan said with some disapproval: "Isn't it better to use the notebook on the doctor's car to open it and see what is there? Maybe there will be some major discoveries?"

But Dongma shook his head and said, "Impossible. The other party is the black organization. Have you forgotten about the disk at Professor Hirota's last time? If you open it rashly, it will destroy the hard-earned evidence... …"

"That seems to be right..." Conan nodded.

"Besides, do you know the password of the software? Even if there is no self-destructing program, at least there is a password agreed with Itakura? Even if we don't know that, it will be useless even if it is opened safely..."

Speaking of Dongma, he drove the Beetle again, ready to rush to Tokyo, which may have been dissatisfied with the crisis at this time.

However, it seemed that God didn't want them to return to Tokyo so quickly. Halfway through the highway, the old Beetle suddenly shook violently.

...

"Sure enough, it's a flat tire..."

"Damn it, it's too late to get there on time!" Conan said anxiously.

However, Dongma said in a leisurely manner: "Don't worry..."

"How can you not be in a hurry!"

"Look, isn't the spare car here..."

Looking at the lights from far and near on the highway, Dongma said with a smile.

Chapter 0587 Re-contact with the black organization (five)

With Conan's strong wave, the imported car coming from a distance slowly stopped in front of them.

"What's wrong?" There was a suspicious question from the driver's window.

The person who asked was an ordinary young man wearing a red stocking cap and a moustache. He did not seem to be an employee of a regular company, but he did not look like a graduate student. He should be a freelancer. Right.

With this judgment, Dongma said with a smile: "The tire burst halfway through the drive, and we are about to go back to Tokyo. I wonder if Fang can take us a ride?"

"Tokyo?" The young man turned his head and asked a woman with heavy makeup lying in the back seat, "Hey, what should I do?"

"It's okay, it's the same direction anyway..." The woman who seemed to be sleeping slowly said, and at the same time she slowly got up and sat behind the left driver's seat.

"Brother, do you know the road around here?" Hearing the words, the man in the red hat then asked Xiang Dongma.

"Well, it's quite familiar..." Because any road that has been driven once, 443 is the same as a GPS map for Dongma, and it will never go wrong.

Hearing what Dongma said, the red cap seemed to be relieved and said: "That's right, you will be the co-pilot and help me show the way. I happen to be not very familiar with this generation, kid, just sit behind."

"Thank you..." Dongma said with a light smile, and then detoured to the other side to open the door.

Conan didn't seem to be accustomed to the door opening direction of foreign cars. He wanted to get on the left side of the car nearby, but found that the woman in the car happened to get up and sat in that position, so he could only circle around and get on the right side again.

As soon as he got in the car, Conan asked curiously: "Is this car the big brother's?"

"Yes, but I'm a little tired of driving, I'm ready to change one..." The red cap replied with a smile, seemingly nonchalant.