The more he listened, the more Gin felt that there was something wrong with it. Seeing that the Vodka guy turned around without permission, he reached out his hand again in dissatisfaction, and put the muzzle of the gun against Vodka's throat: "You contact us by email so that you can change it at any time.
Trading hours?”
Vodka was held against the gun again, but he was not as panicked as before: just now he didn't know who was behind him and thought he had encountered some brutal gunman.
But now that we have discovered that the person holding the gun is Brother Gin, things are much easier to handle - Brother likes to poke around with a pistol when talking, which is normal.
Vodka prayed that the unmeasured Xiao Yinbi would not learn this bad habit from his elder brother, while explaining: "Itakura Taku is too suspicious and he is very sensitive, so we chose a relatively secure communication method such as email.
Way.
"It's just that tonight, no, strictly speaking, last night, when I contacted him by email, that timid guy hid in a villa in the mountains of Gunma Prefecture. There was a snowstorm and power outage, and he failed to open the email in time. We
That’s why we changed to contacting by phone.”
As he spoke, he quickly turned around, tore off the box of CDs covered with tape from the locker, and then took it to offer Gin a gift: "Look, this is the software made by Taku Itakura. He didn't
I dare not show up, but fortunately I sent the deposit and software."
Gin looked at the CD in Vodka's hand, then looked at his hand that took off his gloves to tear off the CD, and sneered inwardly.
Timid? Now it seems that Takashi Itakura is not timid at all, but is very bold: he specially fixed the CD at the bottom of the locker with tape, not because of how important the CD is, but for another purpose
——The tape is very thin. If you want to tear it off, the easiest way is to take off your gloves.
Once you take off the gloves, your fingers will leave some fingerprints on the tape. Later, as long as someone comes to remove the remaining tape from the bottom of the cabinet, the vodka fingers will be available on the other side...
Tsk-!
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a tearing sound.
Gin looked up in confusion and saw Vodka leaning in front of the locker. He stretched out his hand to tear off the remaining tapes on the bottom of the locker one by one, and stuffed them into his pocket.
Then he picked up the glove again, carefully wiped the area he had touched with the back of the glove, and then immediately put the glove back on.
Conan, who was listening carefully behind the cabinet: "..."
Gin, who was about to teach this careless subordinate a lesson: "..."
A bunch of words of instruction were stuck in his throat, and just as he was feeling uncomfortable, Vodka had already finished handling the locker and turned around.
Under Gin's faint gaze, the big man's eyes fell on the CD in his hand: "Brother, be careful when you open the CD. If a poison needle pops out as soon as you open the box, things will be very bad.
.”
Gin: "..."
Poison-returning needle, what kind of elastic mechanism can be packed in such a flat box? Vodka guy may have read too many fantasy novels.
But he was right about one thing, you really have to be careful when dealing with this box of CDs.
Gin, who was robbed of his lines, was very unhappy and opened the lid of the box. As expected, there was a slightly raised part on the lid of the CD box.
If you don't look carefully, you might not be able to see this abnormality, but at this time it couldn't escape Gin's eyes.
He put on thin gloves, put his fingertips against the raised edge, and pulled it hard. With a soft tearing sound, a white sticker was lifted from the inside of the lid of the same color, revealing a thin black letter inside.
device.
Vodka: "..."
"Is this guy Taku Itakura crazy?" Vodka couldn't believe it for a moment, "He was said to be timid and fearful, but he stole my fingerprints and installed a transmitter. This is completely different from the character written in the file -
—What the hell is that trash Tequila writing!"
"This is not done by Itakura Taku." Gin tore off the transmitter, threw it to the ground, and crushed it with his kick.
Amidst the clicking sound, he looked down at Vodka's pair of shoe-covered feet, half gratified and half speechless: "That programmer really didn't have such courage, and he only had one face-to-face contact with the members of the organization.
From that one meeting, it is impossible to conclude that members of the organization like to wear gloves when operating."
Vodka came back to his senses and said in hindsight: "In other words, this person who used tape to target me is someone else, and he is someone who has a certain understanding of the organization?"
Gin nodded: "Also, a large temperature difference will stimulate the sympathetic nerves and put a burden on the heart - a person who has a serious heart disease and does not want to die will never run into the mountains of Gunma County despite the heavy snow.
Go to the villa."
"Ah? But the person who called me before was indeed Itakura Taku himself." Vodka recalled the phone call he made just now, and was briefly confused, "Could it be...could it be that he put an extra phone next to the landline?
Are you talking to me on that phone?"
Gin took off his gloves and put the CD case on his palm: "Oh, we can just wait until we find the guy who set the trap and ask him personally about these things."
Vodka reacted for a moment, and after understanding what Brother Gin said, he felt a hair in his back: "You mean..."
Gin showed a cold smile: "He made a fatal mistake - something as small as a CD case will become completely cold after being placed in the locker for a long time. But now, there are residues on it
Some temperature."
Vodka understood the implication of Gin's words and broke into a cold sweat: "That guy came not much earlier than me, and there is only one way to get here, which means that he has been hiding in this storage room from just now!
"
Gin: "..."
Although this was indeed what he wanted to say, he was really not used to it coming from Vodka's mouth.
But now is not the time to worry about these things.
Gin put away the disc, put on his gloves again, and loaded it.
Seeing this, Vodka quickly touched his waist...
Then he showed an embarrassed expression.
After a moment, he slowly pulled out a... tranquilizer gun for self-defense.
Gin: "..."
Vodka: "Brother, I...well, I want to use Itakura Taku's heart disease to kill people. It's not as effective as this with a real gun."
"Shut up." Gin didn't want to pay attention to him. He raised his chin and pointed at the opposite side, signaling the idiot to follow him to outflank him: "The tranquilizer gun is the tranquilizer gun. Thinking on the bright side, at least this guy didn't pull out a knife to pretend to be a murder weapon."
Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then picked it up again. Holding the gun in his hand, he and Gin came to both sides of the cabinet and searched the rows of cabinets deep in the storage room.
