readytorunbook Chapter 800 Organization members have no human rights!
Chapter 800 Organization members have no human rights!
Chapter 800 Organization members have no human rights!
Vodka chirped and said a long paragraph, in fact, the only useful content is time + place.
This also just gave Conan time to think about countermeasures.
Fortunately, it's vodka, not gin, otherwise I really don't have a chance to speak.
"No way, I can't give it to you tomorrow."
"Because I'm going to be hospitalized for a series of examinations starting from this evening. My heart is already failing."
Vodka kept an eye out, "You would say that? Could it be that the software has not been completed yet? Deliberately using this reason to delay time?"
"There is absolutely no such thing." Conan said while gesturing to Dr. Ali next to him to turn on the light, "I have already finished the software, and I can hand it over to you in 3 or 4 days after I am discharged from the hospital." , or 5 days is safer."
"Nonsense!" Vodka snapped, "We can't wait that long, so you can delay the hospitalization."
Hooked!
Conan continued to tease Vodka with a smile on his face, "I have an appointment with a famous heart surgeon, and the date cannot be changed."
"If you want to get the software before I'm hospitalized, you have to meet today, and the place you mentioned will have workers at dawn, so it's inconvenient for you, right?"
Vodka thought about it for a while, and in order to get the software as soon as possible and satisfy his elder brother, he had no choice but to agree.
"Then it's four o'clock"
"The time is set at 4 o'clock in the morning after 4 hours. You bring the software to the place I just said."
When Conan heard this, he was secretly happy.
This method of mine is called a compromise. As long as you put forward an excessive condition first, the other party will settle for the next best thing, and be grasped by your new, slightly better plan.
Of course, Conan's purpose from the very beginning was to facilitate this final plan.
If Gin was on the opposite side, he would definitely be able to see through such a trick easily, and would not accept his own conditions.
But with vodka's intelligence, he couldn't realize that he had unknowingly fallen into the "trap" set by Conan.
Conan pretended not to be willing to meet at 4 in the morning, and played "Tai Chi" with vodka, and then "reluctantly" agreed to this new meeting time.
"But you have to promise that you can't send anyone to spy on me. If I see anyone in your organization, the deal will be canceled immediately."
"Even if you take away my software, it's useless, you will never know how to use such a software"
Facing "Itakura Taku"'s cautiousness, Vodka smiled contemptuously, "Hmph, I never thought you were as suspicious as they said."
"Then four hours later, I'll be waiting for you in front of No. 4, the coin-operated iron locker under Kanqiao Station."
"Don't be late."
"I'll Just Say It Once"
After saying this last time, Vodka finally hung up the phone.
If Gin inquired about Vodka's phone bill afterwards, he would definitely wonder why Vodka was making such a long phone call?
In this day and age, telephone charges are quite high.
But Vodka didn't take it seriously, and thought he had handled the matter beautifully, with a smug smile on his face.
Immediately, Vodka took out the phone and dialed another phone number.
"Calvados, the mission time has been changed, arrive near the Hanqiao Station at 3:[-] in the morning."
"It's not what gin means, it's what I mean."
"The reason is this, the guy who traded."
Vodka, who had nothing to do, started talking on the phone with another person.
Gunma Prefecture, a villa in the mountains.
As soon as Conan put down the phone, a triumphant smile appeared on his face.
Everything is going as expected.
The next step is to go to "trade" software according to the agreement with Vodka.
Of course, the deal is fake, and the real thing is to find a way to catch the little braids of the black organization.
Conan and Dr. Ali quickly wiped off the fingerprints of the places they touched in the villa just now, got on the Beetle again, and set foot on the road back to Tokyo.
In the car, Conan stated his reasoning.
Just now he asked Dr. A Li to turn on the light in the living room while the two were talking, but the vodka on the other side of the phone did not respond.
This shows that the black organization did not send anyone to monitor the villa, so it did not know that Itakura Zhuo had been stiffened by Li Daitao.
After hearing Conan's intentions, Dr. Ali was startled into a cold sweat on a very cold day.
This kind of behavior is completely gambling.
If people from the black organization are lurking in this deep mountain, I'm afraid they will explain it here.
Dr. Ali can't guarantee that his Beetle will not lose the chain when facing a road chase.
With so many black technology inventions and technical patents, the only thing Dr. A Li can't handle is the car.
"Just check what's in this software, and assume that if this software falls into their hands, they will commit a major crime, you can call the police in advance, go to their delivery location to ambush, and send them to pick up the goods catch all"
While Conan was talking to himself about the vision in his mind, he opened the laptop he brought from the doctor's house and inserted the CD into the computer.
As the CD drive puts the CD into the computer, a prompt for a new disk connection appears in the lower right corner of the computer.
Conan moved the cursor and clicked on it.
Just as Conan's eyes widened, and Dr. Ali who was driving next to him couldn't help but look sideways, when he came to see the software that the black organization cared about so much, a dark blue dialog box popped up.
【Password: ----】
hateful!Enter password again!
Conan cursed inwardly, he had been blocked by the password twice in a row.
Without a password, Conan didn't dare to guess blindly. If there is a program that automatically destroys the contents of the password after entering the wrong password many times, it will be troublesome.
In fact, based on Itakura Takumi's vigilance against black organizations, it is very likely that such a program will be designed.
Dr. Ali next to him saw Conan's difficulty and suggested, "Then you should make a backup first."
Conan hurriedly right-clicked to copy, but still prompted an error, the target file could not be copied.
"No way, it seems that this software has specially installed an anti-piracy program."
"It's even more impossible for the police to help like this."
The two discussed how to let the police intervene in this transaction, but they all came to the conclusion that it would not work.
Even if the police officer Megure is approached by Kudo Shinichi, there is no conclusive evidence to prove the danger of the other party, and Megure's authority can only be invoked by a small group of people from the first search section.
There were too few policemen who went there, and it was very likely that they would be wiped out by the black organization.
When Conan and Dr. Ali were at a loss, there was a muffled sound outside the car.
bang——
The body of the Beetle suddenly began to shake violently, and Dr. Ali had to stop the car on the side of the road.
When I got out of the car, I found out that it was a flat tire.
For this situation, Dr. Ali thinks it is very good.
Now that the car had a flat tire, he couldn't make it to Tokyo within the stipulated time, so Conan didn't have to take any risks.
It's not that Dr. Ali thinks that there is no salary for Conan's tools, and there is no need to risk his life.
It's just that in this operation, Dr. Ali, who was half a bystander, was repeatedly frightened by Conan's bold behavior.
Speaking of listening, this is brave.
To put it bluntly, this is recklessness and giving.
After enduring such a small life for such a long time, Conan may also want to go back to Mao Lilan too much.
"Conan, I think this must be a little accident deliberately arranged by God not to let you take risks."
Conan: "." Damn God!
Dr. Ali continued to comfort with a smile, "It's okay, it's only been more than a month since you became younger, and there are still opportunities in the future."
Conan: I feel like a year has passed...
But when Dr. Ali squinted and smiled secretly, and Conan could only stare blankly, "God" changed his mind again.
On the snowy night road, a pair of car headlights approached slowly from far to near, bringing a smile to Conan's face.
trigger!
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Zhibo Detective Agency, third floor.
In the bedroom, Qin Zhibo was lying on the big bed, on the way to deep sleep.
Qin Zhibo's sleep is very good. When it's time to go to bed, he basically sleeps as soon as he touches the bed, and he can sleep until morning.
But occasionally, a still active brain will weave some unimaginable dreams.
For example: at this very moment, Qin Zhibo is walking on a deep and slanting staircase.
On both sides of the stairs are quaint stone walls, on which torches are inserted, providing a dim light source for this space.
Looking down, the torch has been stretching towards the unknown abyss, which makes people feel uneasy about the road ahead.
Qin Zhibo's footsteps seemed to be controlled by some kind of computer program, and he walked towards the abyss spontaneously.
Most of the time, people cannot control their own behavior in the dream, and can only be a bystander from the first perspective.
tenth order
twenty steps.
Thirty steps.
Just like that, I walked through the No. 70 steps in a daze, and a cave full of flames was located directly in front of my sight.
The size of this cave was not large, and the fiery red flames shone on Qin Zhibo's face, as if he was in a hell with red as the main color.
Here, though, fire suits aren't necessary, and those "burning reds" won't actually hurt anything.
Not long after walking, a stone door stood at the end of the passage.
On both sides of the door, there are two "door gods" on the left and right.
Almost every inch of their bodies is hidden under the priest's robes made of gray-blue silk.
He wears a huge crown similar to that of the Catholic Pope, with strange symbols inlaid with metal on it, and wide strips of cloth hang down from both sides of the crown, completely covering the eyes, nose, cheeks, and ears.
The only thing that can be confirmed temporarily is that they are also human beings, and a small piece of human mouth is exposed in the mask.
One of them opened their lips, sneered slightly, and the teeth in their mouths were biting together, gray and without dirt.
The other's lips were tightly closed, and his silent mouth seemed to be stitched shut.
Qin Zhibo watched the two silently, without any disturbance in his mind, but he didn't know what to do now.
Suddenly, a sharp gaze struck from the front, piercing the soul instantly.
Qin Zhibo's heart trembled, and he looked around, but he didn't know which of the two gatekeepers was examining him.
At this moment, the sneering gatekeeper spoke.
"I am Nasht, your soul is qualified to go to the land of deep sleep and reach the other side of this world."
After the words fell, the two gatekeepers took half a step back, and the heavy door slowly opened.
The door opened.
Behind that door, there are still stairs leading to the lower realm.
It's just that the space there is darker, like an abyss.
Without the guidance of the light of the torch, there, you can only close your eyes and go down with the feeling in your heart until the end.
Qin Zhibo still couldn't control his body, and he was about to pass through the door and move towards the unknown illusion.
But at this moment, a voice from outside came from above the space.
Jingle Bell--
Jingle Bell--
Qin Zhibo's brain suddenly realized that he could control his body again at this moment, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the top of his head.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scene quickly faded.
When I saw the scene again, it was already the white ceiling of the bedroom.
Jingle Bell--
The rapid ringtone of the phone woke Qin Zhibo up instantly, and he quickly turned on the night vision function of his field of vision, and found the phone vibrating in the dark.
"Hey?"
"Why did it take so long to pick up?"
The cold voice on the other side of the phone is enough to wake up the stunned brain immediately.
It's gin!
Qin Zhibo cleared his throat and replied honestly, "I was sleeping just now."
Hearing "Michael"'s answer, Gin frowned, and a complicated look flashed across his face.
go to bed?
Black organizations are basically nocturnal animals, because the night can provide the best protection for the organization's actions.
But this guy is sleeping at this time?
Could it be that the cronies of "that lord" are different from ordinary members?
"Don't sleep, go to the place I told you on the phone right now."
"Now?" Qin Zhibo confirmed again.
"Yes, now."
After finishing speaking, the phone was hung up by the vigorous Gin Jiu.
Qin Zhibo put down the phone, looked at the heavy snow outside the window, and consciously felt a chill in his body.
Working overtime at night?
Organization members have no human rights!
There was no other way, Qin Zhibo had no choice but to quickly change into a black suit in the deepest part of the closet, put on Michael's human skin mask in front of the mirror, and open the door to set off.
At the border of Gunma County, a BMW hurried past and headed towards Tokyo.
On the back seat of the car, Conan looked seriously at the man in the driver's seat and the woman around him.
wrong
Something's wrong with these two
When we were exchanging greetings in the car just now, Conan inadvertently set out a message.
That is, this man did not know the date of the vehicle inspection of this car, thinking that he should have a vehicle inspection in February, but it was actually May.
Although the woman prevaricated with the excuse that "the man is the heir of a big company, and this car is taken care of by the servants".
But Conan, who has always been suspicious, will not let this suspicious man and woman go.
After that, Conan discovered more suspicious things.
For example, a man throws a cigarette butt into an ashtray with loose change, always drives towards the center line unconsciously, looks to the rear and left when reversing, is unskilled in using the right-hand gear, and turns on the turn signal when he wants to use the windshield wiper.
There are also women, who always press their buttocks against their seats, unwilling to move an inch, as if they are hiding something.
All kinds of doubts point to a truth.
These two people are the gem robbers mentioned in the broadcast!
(End of this chapter)