Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

I have done my best. I really have done my best.

Ono Hirakawa tapped on the black keyboard, and data flowed on the screen like a waterfall. He frowned slightly and raised the defense level by one level, patching the loophole. If it was just an ordinary hacker, it would be almost impossible to successfully break in.

If it is not ordinary, he didn't say it, and he is not a good person. There is no need to waste his poor brain cells to perfect the program.

Start running the program and the page will be restored to the student file interface.

The rest is up to them to handle.

Oono Hirakawa leaned back in his chair and stretched, and his cell phone vibrated with a message.

It was an unfamiliar email, signed with a string of garbled characters, which were obviously randomly generated meaningless data. Ono Hirakawa had no intention of decoding it and was only focused on the content of the email itself.

Just one English word, concise and to the point, confirmed Ono Hirakawa's guess.

【Curaçao】

The timeline has been advanced.

The email was destroyed ten seconds after he opened it. Ono Hirakawa cleaned it up once again to ensure that it could not be recovered and decoded before turning off the phone.

I don’t know whether it is good or bad, but Zhu Fu Jingguang’s loss of contact should mean that he is going to deal with this matter.

If I remember correctly, the database was already blown up last year. Assuming these Japanese police chiefs have some brains and know that the data needs to be transferred, then there won't be any big problems. But if they don't have brains...

What's the matter? What does it have to do with me?

I have done my best to help strengthen the police academy's database.

Ono Hirakawa hummed a little tune and fell asleep in a happy mood.

On the other side, the noble rot wine in the detached apartment woke up and rubbed his eyes, which were a little uncomfortable.

The phone interface was clean, with no missed calls or a bunch of emails, so he felt a little happy. He was now barely a free man, and although he seemed to have fewer things to worry about, there were actually more and more things to consider.

For example, he has already found out that the major car accident that occurred last night was caused by people from the organization, but he needs to think carefully about whether or not to intervene and how to intervene.

In order to clean up the mess left by Cointreau, Guimaraes has been busy for a whole year, and he also had to squeeze out time to recuperate and please the old man. Although the mess has been barely solved now, he still can't rest.

Most of the intelligence network left by Cointreau has been taken back into his hands, including the part given to Rum and Vermouth. He has also roughly taken back most of it, although the process was difficult and revealed some weirdness, especially Rum's attitude, as if he couldn't wait to get rid of the things.

Fortunately, there has been no bombshell so far, and Noble Fu is too lazy to care about it for the time being. He just regards the other party as having a mental disorder before Alzheimer's disease.

Curacao is Rum's confidant, and Guifu has not found any news about her in the organization. If it wasn't a coincidence that he saw a car falling from a high altitude and a suspicious blond man while strolling last night, he would not have been able to find Curacao based on a few clues.

As for that suspicious blond man, is it necessary to investigate?

Obviously not.

There was no need to check on the black-haired man who followed behind.

Bofu played with the tiny wolf tooth in his hand.

All we can do now is wait for Rum to explode and Gin to kill people. It doesn’t matter if Vermouth doesn’t know her position. Sometimes there are not too many troublemakers - as for Karasuma Renya -

Noble Rot sneered,

The old man must be very busy now.

Organization, laboratory.

Researchers in white coats huddled in the corner of the laboratory, trembling. Some of them had dishevelled clothes, some looked terrified, and begged the evil ghost in black in front of them to let them go.

The evil ghost Gin in black raised his gun in one hand, full of impatience: "Expose the thief and I will spare your life."

The researchers huddled closer together, trying to make their presence less noticeable.

"My patience is limited." Gin reloaded the bullet, "You don't want to tell me? If you don't tell me, I will kill you one by one."

The researchers trembled even more violently.

"I... I don't know anything, please forgive me, sir..." A male researcher said tremblingly, "I don't even know what was stolen... Sir, it really wasn't me... It really wasn't-"

With a gunshot, a flower of blood exploded from his head instantly, and blood mixed with brain matter splattered everywhere, staining half of the body of the researcher beside him red.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The remaining researchers screamed. They had never seen such a bloody scene. For a moment, fear, terror and physical nausea swept through their bodies, making them retch.

Their actions were interrupted by Gin's shot into the sky: "Shut up, everyone."

"Who's next?" Gin shook the gun.

The researchers lowered their heads, suppressed their fear and nausea, and tried hard to avoid looking at Gin, as if this could save their lives.

“Sir, could you please tell us first…what we lost…” a female researcher said timidly, “Maybe… maybe we will remember it.”

Gin sneered: "You don't even know what you lost, is there any need for you to live?"

"Sir! Is it the K792 potion--" A male researcher rushed to speak. Seeing Gin looking at him, he mustered up the courage and said, "I... I remember that the K792 potion was taken away by him!" He pointed his finger at the researcher who had just been shot.

"Really?" Gin asked with a sneer.

“…Yes…Yes!”

"Then there will be no evidence." Gin sneered.

"Yes... No no no, it's not!"

With a click, Gin loaded the bullet into the gun: "Humph. If you know the truth but don't report it, you deserve to die."

Amid the researcher's expression of horror and disbelief, Gin killed him decisively.

"Next? Who's going to say it?" Gin narrowed his eyes dangerously, and he seemed to show some pleasure.

"He...he said he didn't know...why did you want to kill him?" A female researcher asked loudly in a trembling voice. In Gin's increasingly cold eyes, she seemed to muster up her last bit of courage.

"You knew you were going to kill us, but you didn't know you were going to kill us again. Life and death all depend on your words. Why are you asking us questions? It would be cleaner to just kill them all!" She was sandwiched between two male researchers. Her whole body was soaked in blood. Her hair was sticking to her face. Blood dripped down her temples, adding a bit of ferocity. She was like a dying beast giving its last roar.

"You weren't interrogating us from the beginning. You just wanted to kill us all. No matter what we answered, you weren't going to let us go!"

"Then why waste time? Just kill us. We don't have the answers you want!"

She was trembling all over, and could no longer tell whether it was fear, excitement, or both. She only knew that she was extremely calm at this moment, and no other moment could make her as clear as she was at this moment.

Her eyes were stained red with blood, and she stared straight into Gin's icy eyes, as if fighting a desperate battle, issuing a final provocation to the enemy.

The laboratory was filled with silence. No one dared to speak, and even their breathing was slowed down.

Everyone was waiting for Gin's reaction.