Next to Conan, Dr. Ali saw the highlighted handwriting, said "Ah" and looked surprised:
"Oh my god! This, this is..."
"This is a reverse whitening technique, and this is the real 'diary' content!" A smile appeared on the corner of Conan's mouth, with a solemn expression, "...In fact, many people often use this technique when writing blogs or making web pages.
The purpose of using it is to attract attention, but... Itakura Taku's is completely hidden..."
"I see, that's it! Then...why did Itakura Taku do these things in his diary?"
Dr. A Li asked, and Conan curled his lips, and then looked at Dr. A Li with an expression of "doctor, do you seem to be a fool?" and said: "Does that need to be said? Of course he did this to be in a certain place.
When these guys peek at his diary, they can use an extra layer of cover..."
"Uh...I understand!" Conan had already made it so obvious, and Dr. Ali naturally suddenly realized, "Some of the guys you mentioned are people from the organization, right?"
"Well, that's right! I think it's probably those people that Itakura Taku is guarding against..."
As Conan spoke, he moved the diary back to March 7, two years ago, when Taku Itakura recorded that Tequila went to the company to find him. Then he moved down bit by bit, and saw a very sudden scene.
After it was blank, he immediately clicked to highlight it, and then smiled and said: "This first highlight appeared ten days after the agave appeared..."
Conan looked at the highlighted handwriting and read softly: "...March 16th: The pen on the table was moved five centimeters today. It seems that someone has sneaked into my office..."
Listening to Conan's words, Dr. Ali next to him couldn't help but let out an "uh" sound and complained: "...Can you even notice that the pen has been moved five centimeters? This Mr. Taku Itakura is really..."
"Nervous, right? People he knows do have such comments." Conan replied casually, then continued to slide the mouse down, looking for blank areas to highlight, and softly recited the contents of the hidden diary:
"...April 15th: Someone should have entered my house today, but the police did not accept the report at all because nothing was stolen and there were no signs of intrusion..."
"...June 11th: I have changed the door locks and installed cameras, but these are of no use..."
"...July 6th: Who is it? Come forward..."
"...December 19th: I'm tired. If I continue like this, I will die sooner or later..."
"...January 6th: To escape this fearful day, I put a piece of paper in the drawer to express my feelings to the intruder - I accept any conditions..."
When Conan read this, Dr. Ali said "ahh" and said in surprise: "The meaning of Mr. Itakura's diary is...did he finally give in?"
"Probably!" Conan nodded, and then analyzed softly, "From March 7th of the year before Tequila appeared, to the time of writing this diary is ten months, more than three hundred days! Itakura Taku is here
After living in an environment under constant surveillance for so long, it is normal for him to collapse and give up when he cannot bear it - not to mention, he also has a serious heart disease! If he continues like this, his heart will definitely not be able to bear it..."
"Well, that's what I said..."
This feeling of being watched secretly all the time is something a normal person can't stand!
Dr. A Li was convinced, and then continued to ask: "...Then what's next? Have they contacted Itakura Taku? And Itakura Taku... will he join the organization?"
"Don't worry, I'll keep reading..." Conan controlled the mouse in his hand and continued looking down, then his eyes lit up slightly, "...there is also a blank space behind the diary of January 8th!"
Conan said, and selected that area to highlight, and then against the blue computer background, a line of white writing appeared:
"...January 8th: I didn't expect him to reply to me so quickly. The intruder took away the note I left and replaced it with a note paper, except for the English 'OK' written in red.
In addition, he also left a suspicious phone number. I am afraid he wrote it in red with blood, 'If you dare to leak it, you will die.' What do they mean by this? Is it not what they want?
, will they still kill me?"
"...January 23: I thought about it for a few days. After deciding not to call the police, I called the phone. Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone was a woman. This woman's arrogant attitude was like a queen.
, this woman said that as long as I complete the system software I am developing within a year, she is willing to buy it at a high price. This is his request. It seems that she and the burly man from before should be in the same group.
of……"
When Conan saw this, he couldn't help but froze, and narrowed his eyes slightly——
A woman? And she is as proud as a queen?
Could that woman be Belmod?
The figure of Belmod appeared in Conan's mind, frowning and thinking, while Dr. Ali urged from the side: "Shinichi, why are you in such a daze? Keep looking back!"
"Um, okay."
Conan nodded, and then continued to flip through the diary: "...February 13th: I now communicate with them by email. They said they could remit the down payment to my account first, and promised
From now on, they will never appear around me, and I accepted this proposal - these damn guys are more than necessary, and I never want to see any of them again..."
"...December 22: There is no way, I have no way to continue. In fact, I gave up at the beginning, not just because of the deterioration of my eyesight, but mainly for the welfare of all mankind..."
"For the sake of the welfare of mankind?" Dr. Ali looked quite nervous when he saw this, "...What does this mean? What exactly does this organization want to do?"
"I don't know about this, but judging from Mr. Itakura, it should be very dangerous..."
Conan squinted his eyes, and the expression on his face became more serious, and he continued to flip through the diary: "...January 25th: The deadline they gave was about to come, and I gave them the unfinished software in advance.
The check for me was hidden in the computer in the villa, and I planned to escape to a foreign country to live a secluded life. I knew very well that they would use an email in a few days to specify the time and place of software delivery, but it was also midnight five days later.
, I will definitely find a way to go abroad before that..."
"...stay away from Japan, and stay away from those damn guys..."