Vodka grabbed the phone, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind: He was about to trade with Itakura Zhuo. At this time, why did news related to Jiang Xia suddenly appear?
He turned on the screen anxiously, and immediately, a photo of the scene jumped into view.
After seeing the layout above clearly, Vodka breathed a sigh of relief: OK, OK, this background doesn't look like a high-end hotel. It seems that Uzo hasn't noticed Itakura Taku or his mission.
"Although the timing is a bit coincidental, to be fair, that kid encountered murder cases every two days, and I couldn't finish reading his case reports - just because of the two cases of 'Jiangxia encountered a murder case' and 'I am on a key mission'
It seems too coincidental that things happened at the same time...it seems like there is something wrong."
Having said that, Vodka still did not dare to be careless and continued to read the reports carefully.
As he watched, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"The new doctor is here too." Vodka's suspended heart dropped completely, "With something to play with, Uzo doesn't have time to torment other innocent cadres - I've been really lucky recently."
The success rate of the mission has increased significantly again.
After looking at his watch, Vodka stood up, energetically ready to start his new day.
…
On the other side, 20 minutes ago.
A certain fake primary school student felt his pocket and was in a great mood.
"In my pocket. I can feel it, it is lying quietly in my pocket now." Conan hugged the thin disk, feeling more excited than holding his first love, "So much... so much
Weeks passed, and I finally caught a clue to that organization!"
"As long as I go home and read the contents, I will be able to find out more information. Sooner or later, I will bring that abominable organization to justice and take back my identity as Kudo Shinichi."
As soon as he got off the bus, Conan ran to Dr. Ali's house as fast as he could. He jumped in from the window sneakily, and was very worried that as soon as he landed, there would be Jiang Xia standing in front of him and looking at him with a smile... Fortunately, there was no such thing.
.
There was only Dr. Ali in the room. Conan looked at this honest old man and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he asked guiltily: "Isn't Jiang Xia here?"
"No, are you looking for him if you have something to do?" Dr. Ali took a sip of tea and said, "Ten minutes ago, I heard Xiao Ai call, saying that there was a murder case on the way to Jiangxia and that he would not be back for dinner tonight."
"Homicide?" Conan was startled, and later he recalled: before running onto the bus, he seemed to have heard some strange noises.
But it was a remote suburb, and it was normal to see strange noises. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now...
"I actually missed a case that happened right in front of me?"
The primary school detective felt a little regretful at first, but then came to his senses: "No, for me, this is a good thing now - Jiang Xia is busy investigating the case, won't I have the opportunity to carefully check this disk?
"
Wanting to understand this, Conan did not dare to delay any longer and immediately walked to the computer. At the same time, he remembered something and looked around warily.
Not seeing Jiang Xia's little eyeliner, he confirmed in a low voice to Dr. A Li: "Where is Haiyuan? He's not at home either?"
Dr. A Li pointed to the bathroom: "I'm taking a bath. I just got in. It will probably take a while to finish."
"That's great." Conan felt more and more lucky that he was lucky. He ran towards a room and said, "I'll use the computer in your study."
Plugging in the disk, Conan flicked his finger, dragged the progress bar, and quickly found the record he had dreamed of two years ago.
"Here!"
On the screen, the diary written by Itakura Taku in March two years ago was displayed:
[March 6
Cleaned up the office.
It's so unlucky that I twisted my waist. If I had known, I would have hired someone to clean it.]
[March 7
A man with a Kansai accent suddenly came to the door.
It seems that he is eyeing the software that is being developed.
I told him that I didn't plan to continue the project because of my deteriorating eyesight, and he turned around and left.
That guy was dressed in black from head to toe. He was so scary. I really didn’t want to see him a second time.]
The comment "dressed in black from head to toe" made Conan perk up. A certain intuition shouted in his mind: You can't be wrong, the person Itakura Taku met must be the person from the black organization!
Conan: "..." But wait, what does "he turned around and left" mean? What about the follow-up? Do you only have this little entanglement with them?
Conan moved the mouse and kept turning down the pages. However, the diary that followed was completely the ordinary daily life of a rogue programmer. It was so unremarkable that it made people sleepy.
"That's it?" After flipping through it for a while, Conan couldn't help but slumped in his chair, "I risked being suspected by the police and being slapped by Jiang Xia, and worked hard for two hours to get something like this?"
Dr. A Li was also watching curiously. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but murmured: "This Itakura Taku must be quite sloppy at ordinary times. Some diaries are separated by only two lines, and some are separated by half a page.
It makes me feel uncomfortable all over - couldn't he just make a layout, it's just a matter of a few clicks."
Conan was startled and suddenly sat up: "That's right! I remember the three clients who knew him said that Itakura Taku had obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even if the documents on the table were slightly knocked askew, he would get angry because of it——
Would such a person really let his diary turn into such a messy format?"
With this in mind, he moved his mouse away from the progress bar, pointed to the large blank space between the two diary entries, and pressed and dragged.
As he selected, lines of white fonts suddenly appeared on the blue background.
——In the midst of those ordinary and sleepy daily routines, Taku Itakura quietly wrote down diary entries in white text. This was what he really wanted to record!
The paragraph Conan selected was from February 20th of a certain year. The text above is shocking:
[So tired.
If this continues, sooner or later I will be killed by them.]
Dr. A Li was stunned when he saw it: "Isn't this his personal diary? Why would he do such troublesome things?"
Conan: "Maybe he guessed that someone would peek into his electronic diary. And handling it like this can provide an extra cover to prevent others from easily seeing the problem."
Dr. A Li sighed with emotion: "He could actually guess that you would steal his diary. What a clever plan."
"?" Conan corrected the brain circuit of this unreliable old man, "First of all, I didn't steal it, and secondly, the person he was guarding against was not me - it must be those black crows who want him to make software."
With no time to explain more, Conan immediately pulled the diary back to the day when Itakura Taku had just met the Kansai man. He pressed Select All, making all the hidden white text emerge.
