In the hotel room where Itakura Taku lives, there is a chess game.
Black and white stones were displayed at the four corners, which made Fujiwara Yuu feel very strange. If it were a backgammon game, black would already have five pieces connected together. Why hasn't the winner been decided yet?
Even if it's not backgammon, if it's Go... the white stone has obviously lost, and the surrounding white pieces have not been taken out. There is something wrong with this chess game.
Datehang held his chin and thought for a while, then asked aloud:
"Fujiwara, do you think this could be the death message left by the victim? How about we try to separate the white chess and the black chess? What do you think?"
"You can give it a try. Although I don't play chess very much, I still understand the rules."
The two men took out the police manual and recorded the white chess and black chess pieces respectively, and became even more confused.
There is no way to piece together Japanese from these contents, nor is there any way to piece together numbers and English.
Just when Fujiwara Yuu was about to look for clues elsewhere, Datehang suddenly patted his head excitedly and suddenly realized:
"It's the Braille input method. Wait a minute, I'll search for the corresponding word!"
"Braille input method?"
This was the first time Fujiwara Yu heard that there was such an input method. He took out his mobile phone and searched for it. Indeed, he could find the corresponding Japanese text for every piece Kuroko put together.
The fierce hand is...
Just by spelling out the first few words, the two realized that their previous guesses were correct. This was the death message.
[The murderer is Souma, and the evidence is his watch. 】
Souma?
A completely unheard of surname, and the fact that Taku Itakura could leave such a death message should not be done by someone in the organization. It seems that he is just a little unlucky. Before he made the software for the organization, he was used by other people.
People were killed.
Fujiwara Yu reached out and patted Datehang on the shoulder, and said:
"Squad leader, I'll leave the rest to you. The investigation is related to Itakura Taku. People with the same surname should be able to identify the suspect soon."
"Well, leave it to me, but what are you going to do?"
Fujiwara Yu took out the floppy disk he found in his bag and said slightly:
"Of course I'm going to meet people who want floppy disks. I didn't expect Mr. Itakura to be quite nostalgic. Not many people still use floppy disks now. Monitor, you go ahead and do your work. I'll leave after reading the content here."
"Well, remember to wear gloves and don't leave your fingerprints, which may cause unnecessary trouble."
"You know, I am also an outstanding student who graduated from the professional police academy, okay?"
"You have the nerve to say that after graduating from the police academy and becoming a police officer." Datehang rolled his eyes. Although he could understand Fujiwara Yuu's difficulties, he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that his best friend at the same time had become a CIA agent.
Since Itakura Taku changed his computer, he has been unable to see the subsequent diary contents. He must confirm the time of his negotiation with the organization. With a little use, he can successfully meet that guy.
Gin, the Twin Towers skyscraper has made me so embarrassed... It’s time to give you a surprise.
Fujiwara Yu was a little confused when he saw the date in the diary. He looked towards the lower right corner and realized that today was February 14th. Damn it, when he looked at the calendar two days ago, it was still in May. Why did it suddenly turn back to February?
Already.
No wonder I felt a little cold when I went out today. It’s no wonder it’s not cold in February when it’s snowing.
【February 9.】
[The deadline they gave me was about to come, so I hid the unfinished software and the check they gave me in advance in the rented villa computer.]
【I plan to escape abroad and live a secluded life.】
[I knew full well that they would send an email in a few days to indicate when and where the software would be delivered, but that was five days later at midnight.]
【Before this, I must find a way to go abroad.】
【Otherwise I will be killed by them.】
After reading the diary, Fujiwara Yu realized that today was the day to deliver the software. Without caring about anything else, he took away the floppy disk containing the diary and rushed towards Gunma Prefecture.
Previously, Mitsuru Morofukui revealed to himself that the villa Itakura Takuxin rented was halfway up a mountain in Gunma County, and it was very difficult to drive there. So after that, every time he went to his villa to do anything, he had to rely on both hands.
The feet travel long distances to ensure that the traces left behind are smaller.
Just when he took the elevator to the first floor of the hotel, the elevator door slowly opened, and he saw a familiar face. Isn't this Mouri Kogoro? Why did he come to the hotel?
"Brother Takaji?"
Fujiwara Yuu's brows couldn't help but twitch. He lowered his head and looked around, and it turned out to be Kudo.
So among the three people behind them, there shouldn't be one named Soma, right?
Mouri Kogoro did not expect that Takaji Sousuke would appear here. He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he hurriedly asked:
"Mr. Takaji, you are here...could it be?"
"Are you here to see Mr. Itakura? He is already dead, and the murderer has been found."
"Hey? The murderer has been found?"
Fujiwara Yu noticed the subtle changes in the expression of one of them, and he was already sure that he was the "Souma" mentioned in the death message, so he took out the handcuffs on his waist and said with a smile:
"Mr. Souma, could you raise your right hand? I want to see your watch."
"Ah! You...how did you know my name is Soma?" The smile Ryusuke Soma just showed disappeared instantly. He always felt that something was wrong. Why did the policeman say this suddenly, and how did he know his name?
"Because of the death message left by Mr. Itakura, you told me that the murderer is you." Fujiwara Yu put the handcuffs directly on Ryusuke Soma's wrists. He looked at Kogoro Mori with a smile and said in a pleasant tone: "Excuse me, Mr. Mori.
If you want to take a trip, I will take the first step."
"Hey? Okay, okay, Mr. Takaji, please walk slowly."
Edogawa Conan didn't expect that the clues to the organization would be cut off like this. No, Brother Takaji definitely knew something. He took advantage of Uncle Mori's attention not being on him and followed Sousuke Takaji in a flash.
How could Fujiwara Yu not know that there was a follower behind him? He was just too lazy to say anything.
After transferring Ryusuke Soma to Datehang, he turned to look at someone hiding behind the flower bed and said coldly:
"If you don't want to follow me, I'll leave first."
"Ah ah ah, Brother Takaji, wait for me!" Edogawa Conan immediately ran out, skillfully hugged Sosuke Takaji's thigh, and said with a naive smile: "Aren't I worried that you won't take me with you? That's what I'm saying.
, you really got clues about the organization?"
"Well, now I'm going to Gunma County to confirm. This matter will definitely be dangerous. Are you sure you want to go?"
"Of course, I don't feel comfortable letting you go alone, Brother Yingji."