Conan and the doctor are now in a villa owned by Itakura Taku in Gunma. Conan originally made a very good plan and planned to use the computer in the villa to receive the email originally sent to Itakura Taku.
What a pity, what a pity. He was afraid that the overly cautious guy from Haiyuan would try his best to stop it without consulting with him. So when he really wanted to receive the email, he found that if he wanted to open the email, he had to enter the password within the specified time, otherwise it would disappear.
Conan was extremely annoyed. He had actually learned the lesson from the last CD that contained the organization's poison information. That CD contained the Night Baron virus and could only be opened under a specific computer. Therefore, he followed him at night. The doctor ran to Gunma and used Itakura Taku's computer to receive emails from the organization. Otherwise, just use Itakura Taku's account to receive emails directly, why would it be so troublesome!
But he still miscalculated. The organization was more cautious than he thought. A specific password was required to open the email. This was too comprehensive a defense!
Don’t exploit loopholes for others at all!
Of course, this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that because the email was not received smoothly, the organizer called the villa directly!
"Ding ding ding, ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Conan and the doctor were stunned. The doctor blurted out: "Shinichi, call the police! We are surrounded!"
"Call the police? Gunma County Police..." Conan instantly thought of Yamamura Cao who didn't know how to become a policeman.
Come on, is that guy really useful? When the crisis comes, who will it be?
At this moment, the phone entered recording mode, and Vodka's arrogant voice came from inside, "Hey, Itakura, why don't you answer the phone? Answer it quickly, I know you are here, why are you lingering, don't challenge my patience... "
The doctor swallowed wildly, and Conan's heart beat faster.
Just when the doctor was about to call the police, Conan took a deep breath, pretended to be Taku Itakura, answered the phone, and used the bad weather as an excuse to hold down the vodka to dispel the guy's doubts.
At the same time, he asked the doctor to turn on the light and test whether the vodka had ambushed the troops. If he really ambushed someone, he would have to prepare for the worst.
…
Vodka told 'Itakura Zhuo' that there was no ambush, which was indeed true, but he actually didn't say the second half of the sentence.
After agreeing on the transaction location and time with 'Itakura Taku', he called Belmod and asked: "Itakura said that there was a power outage due to weather, so he didn't receive the email. Is that true?"
Belmode took off one of his earphones, looked at the bright surveillance screen displayed on the laptop on his desk, and said casually: "Yes, it's dark there, there must be a power outage. Oh, who told him to choose a bird?" It’s a place where you don’t poop.”
Vodka cursed and said: "How timid? The more you live, the more timid you become..."
"Yes, the more you live, the more timid you become, just like when someone receives a certain phone call, he drops everything and stops doing it..." Belmod joked with a smile.
"You mean...huh?" Vodka frowned suddenly, sensing something was wrong, "You must be mocking me, right?"
"Really? I'm talking about Itakura." Belmode had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the surveillance screen.
"..." Vodka shouted angrily, "Goodbye!"
"Wait a minute, why not leave the transaction to me, I happen to be free." Belmode said.
"Huh, no need to worry about it!" Vodka hung up the phone unhappily, and then he became angrier as he thought about it. He couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, "Everything I did was for the organization, wasn't it? Huh, without me With all my hard work, can the organization be so stable? It’s no exaggeration to say that I am the organization’s number one contributor!”
With that said, he cursed and went to get ready.
On the other side, Belmod murmured to himself: "Four hours later, in the basement of Xianqiao Station..."
…
More than three hours later, in the basement of Xianqiao Station.
Conan arrived at the place agreed with Vodka ahead of time without any danger and set up traps. He did not want to capture Vodka alive by his own efforts. He still had this self-knowledge. If he really wanted to capture someone, he would even call the doctor. It’s all in vain.
That's why he asked the doctor to guard the two robbers he met on the road and go to the police station to record a statement. This was the safest way for the doctor.
If he really wanted to take someone, he would have called Akong long ago, but Vodka is not an ordinary person, he is a member of the mysterious black organization. This time he came to trade. This guy said he would not take anyone, but if anyone believed it, Next year the grave grass will definitely be two meters high.
He was sure that Vodka would definitely lead people to ambush outside. In this case, unless a large number of special police were dispatched to seal off the area, once people were forcibly arrested, riots would inevitably occur, causing dire consequences.
What's more, he couldn't call so many special police officers. There was no evidence. Who would believe a child's words?
But it doesn't matter, he will be able to collect Vodka's information soon, which is equivalent to cutting a corner of the iron-walled organization. As long as he digs deep along this corner, he will not be far away from the organization being exposed to the world.
Whether it is success or failure will be decided later.
Conan hid behind one of the storage cabinets in the basement, quietly waiting for someone to come.
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