20 minutes later.
Conan was drenched in snow and trotted all the way here.
Amidst the ding of the doorbell, Dr. Ali opened the door and looked at the little detective in front of him strangely:
"Hey...why are you here?"
"There is something wrong. Because Xiaolan has been with me before, I didn't call in advance."
Conan stood at the entrance, patting the snow off his body and looking into the living room, "Where are Brother Geng and Haiyuan?"
"Zhang Yi is in the basement. Haihara seems to have gone to the bathroom to take a hot bath." Dr. A Li said.
Conan felt relieved and raised the corners of his mouth: "This is really great!"
"Very good?"
Dr. A Li looked at the other person for a few seconds and asked in a slightly weird tone: "You don't want to take a peek, do you?"
"Please, how is this possible..."
First, Xiaolan falsely accused me of liking to look at girls with lustful eyes, and now the doctor actually thinks that I would spy on others taking a shower?
By the way, what image do I have in your minds? Conan's face was full of helplessness.
"Then why are you here at this time?" Dr. Ali asked.
"Of course it's because I already have some clues about the black organization..."
Conan raised the floppy disk in his hand and immediately gave an overview of what happened today.
Later, the two came to Dr. A Li's room.
Conan inserted the floppy disk into the computer and pulled out a document marked March 7 with a time span of 2 years.
[Today, a burly man with a Kansai accent suddenly came to me.
He seemed to be very interested in a software I had developed before, so I received him. However, when he learned that I could no longer continue to develop due to poor eyesight, he left decisively...
Both his temperament and clothing reveal a cold man... I hope I won't meet him again in the future...]
It’s indeed agave!
but,
"Hey, I just found out that those guys are very interested in a certain software developed by Mr. Itakura..."
Conan flipped through a few more months of content and found that the clues about the black organization all stopped at the day Tequila left.
It seems that, just like what Taku Itakura wished in his diary, 'We will never meet again'...
"However, Mr. Itakura's character seems to be becoming more and more casual."
Dr. A Li on the side opened his eyes and noticed some clues. He pointed at the screen and said: "Look, the intervals between each entry in his diary are different. It should be adjusted somewhat."
However, I remember the client said that Itakura Taku was obviously a very strict person... Conan realized the problem.
He dragged the mouse to a blank position and highlighted the gap between the documents. Suddenly, the white text on the hidden white background emerged.
"Is this a protective measure to worry about someone taking away his diary..."
Conan's eyes brightened again and he continued to read the above content.
[On March 26, the pen on the table was moved another five centimeters... Sure enough, someone sneaked into my studio...]
[On April 15th, this time someone entered my home, but the police did not accept the report at all. There was nothing they could do because nothing was lost and the other party did not leave any traces...]
[On June 11, I have changed the door locks and installed a hidden camera, but it seems to be of no use at all...]
[Who is July 6th? ! Come out quickly! ! 】
[January 3rd, I have been restless recently because I found that my work computer had been implanted with a virus. At what time did it happen? If the taunting email had not appeared on the desktop, I would not have known it at all. I didn't realize it, but that was a programmer who was many times more powerful than me...
I simply couldn’t believe how long I had been monitored on the Internet, and I couldn’t even imagine who could do such a thing!
I'm so tired. Fortunately, the computer I use to write my diary has never been connected to the Internet. But if I continue like this, maybe I will be killed one day, no, maybe I will go crazy first...]
After reading this, Conan's hand dragging the mouse couldn't help but tremble.
Although he couldn't understand it yet, just thinking about the feeling of being observed like a guinea pig but completely unable to resist, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair deep in his heart.
Conan took a deep breath, turned his gaze to the content at the back of the diary, and suddenly had a premonition in his heart.
as expected.
[On January 6, in order to get rid of this horrible feeling, I left messages for the intruders in the drawer and on the desktop of my computer. The content was: I am willing to accept your conditions...]
[On January 7, to my surprise, the other party actually replied and the documents on my computer were deleted. Not only that, but the intruder once again sneaked into my home without me noticing, and placed some files in the drawer. Where the message was left, a new note was placed... 'OK' was written in red on it, as well as a series of strange phone numbers.
Those words were probably written in blood, probably to warn me that I would die if they were leaked...]
[On January 23, I was confused for a long time and finally made the call.
The person who answered the phone was actually a woman, and she spoke forcefully like a queen...
Her request is to let me continue to complete the software under development. She is willing to purchase it at a high price, but some details need to be changed...
This was an insult to my pride as a programmer, but I seemed to have no choice. 】
[On February 13, my contact information with them was changed to email. At the same time, after they remitted the deposit to my bank card, they also promised not to harass or monitor me in any way during my research and development...]
[August 22, no, I still can’t do it! In fact, the reason why I stopped developing that software was not only because my eyesight was getting worse, but also for the sake of all mankind...]
"For, for all mankind? What kind of software is that..." Dr. Ali looked at the text on the screen and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Conan was affected by the increasingly solemn atmosphere and did not speak, but continued to read below:
[December 9th, I can’t imagine how I survived these past few months, the torture of my heart, the mental suffering...
Today, they called me again. Judging from the content of the call, those people should have kept their promise and removed the surveillance. At least, they did not discover that I did not continue to complete the software at all...
No matter what, I plan to put the unfinished software and the check for the same amount they paid me as a deposit next to the computer in the villa, and then escape abroad...
The email they notified me of the delivery time and location was at 12 midnight five days later. During this period, I had to find a way to escape...]
The diary ends here, and the last time is fixed at 4 days ago.
Conan glanced at his watch:
"In other words, there are less than 4 hours left before they send the email with the delivery time and location..."
Although Itakura Taku's diary did not record much information about the black organization, Conan was not depressed at all, because the information that the email would be sent to the villa was enough for him to make the next plan.
