[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

The plane shuttles in the high blue sky.

"Do you have a pen?" Akai Hideichi asked.

Kamel fumbled in the bag for a while, took out a signature pen, and handed it over.

He took it, opened the cap of the pen, and calculated something on the paper.

Kamel looked at him, Mr. Akai had lost a lot of weight, and his already deep-lined face became more angular now, but there was rare joy flying in those green eyes focused on the paper.

Spread out on the plane table is a piece of colored coated paper with the words "Fire Awareness Week" printed on it, and Mr. Akai also has a piece of white paper for calculations at hand.

what is itPassword phalanx?

While calculating the possible arrangement, Akai wrote down the estimated results on paper.

In just a few minutes, I drew a 25×25 password square matrix composed of numbers and letters, and wrote down many messages with different password combinations.

...As expected of her.

At present, the information that has been deduced from the password square matrix is ​​as follows:

[Pursue the FBI, Belmode, USA] It should mean that he should pay attention to suspicious people at the airport when he gets off the plane in the United States.

[Belmode, Sharon and Chris] Are the relationship between Belmode, actress Sharon and Chris the same person...

[Public Security Entry Number: XXXXX] This means...

His heart was beating violently.

Like Scotch, she is also an undercover Japanese police officer.

Looking back, whether it was her desperate act of saving lives, her anomaly when the accident happened in Scotland, her inextricable connection with Biscuit Fourteen, or the vitality revealed by her every move in daily life, everything was shining brightly. evidence.

He should have noticed it earlier, but the authorities were delusional.

The more you try to be sober, the more you are manipulated.

...

Organize safe houses.

"Uh...uh..."

Seeing Fujima Tomo suddenly showing a painful expression, Vodka became nervous: "Junmai, are you okay?"

Gin, who was leaning on the sofa smoking a cigarette, put down his crossed legs and strode over.

Tomo Fujima patted his chest hard a few times, almost choking tears, stretched out his hand and said, "It's okay, sugar, sugar suddenly slipped into my throat."

It's been a long time since a hard candy slipped down my throat.

... She wouldn't have made a fool of herself if Gin hadn't been smoking hard and suddenly glared at her fiercely.

"There are so many things." Qin Jiu stopped beside her, snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand to pat her on the back forcefully.

Ever since he learned that she had taken on the new mission, Gin Jiu hadn't given her a good face, and would give her a glare from time to time when he remembered it.

She felt quite puzzled.

Tequila received the task and asked to acquire a software designed by Itakura Takumi, a game CG special effects producer, and learned that the other party gave up developing this software because of his vision loss.

Gin meant to continue to harass Itakura until he was forced to develop the software.

But the second-in-command Rum in the organization proposed to take a long-term approach to catch big fish, let pure malt whiskey get close to Taku Itakura, learn CG special effects production and software development, commonly known as "stealing the teacher", and let Junmai develop a software when it's done. , anyway, pure wheat has a strong learning ability, not to mention black.guest.technical background.

Take the bo before the gin.rai.The tower pressed Fujima Tomo's forehead, warning her not to take the task indiscriminately.

Tomo Fujima: "...It's okay, I can learn."

So gin became angry.

But Fujima Satoshi couldn't understand why he was angry, and felt frightened when he saw his dead face, and couldn't figure out what provoked him.

It was Belmode who answered her questions via email.

The software involves the core secrets of the organization, and the organization plans to kill the designer Itakura Takuo after he completes the software development, so as not to leak the organization's secrets.

Even a single malt whiskey who is a member of the code name of the organization, once he becomes the designer of the software, the possibility of being wiped out by the organization is as high as 80%.Design failures are obliterated, software leaks are obliterated, and any user who is suspected by the police in the future will put the designer's life in danger.

"Pa", Qin Jiu slapped her on the back forcefully again, this time the strike was quite ruthless, with extra force.

Fujima Satoshi: "..."

It hurts, it feels like the swallowed candy is about to be shattered, should she say thank you or thank you.

"I'll make sure everything is safe, Gin," she said to Gin after recovering.

Gin Jiu sneered: "An idiot who can swallow a whole candy, is it safe?"

"Choose to death early," he said.

He took a puff of smoke and strode away, leaving only the strong smell of smoke on her face.

The little curly who was not choked to death by the sugar was almost smothered to death by the smell of smoke.

But she finally found out that Gin was really angry this time, after all, this was the first time Gin had been taken.rai.Ta hates her.

A few lines of despair floated through her mind: The master-student relationship broke down...helicopter, her helicopter...the chocolate factory was lost...

...

The streets of New York are noisy.

Kamel felt that Mr. Akai was a bit strange recently.

When I first met Mr. Akai, he was high-spirited, with a poisonous tongue and arrogance. After entering the organization undercover, maybe it was to cater to Zhu Xing's personality, or maybe he couldn't have a relaxed mood in such a cruel environment and became extremely cold The silence, can't help but make people feel distressed.He had thought that Mr. Akai would always be so stern.

However, perhaps it was really because of leaving such a dark place, Mr. Akai has recently regained some of his youthful spirit.

"Kamel, I won't do what you say, just save yourself." Mr. Akai propped one hand on the desk, and held the coffee can with his slender knuckles in the other.

Kamel: "...Mr. Akai, you are joking."

He obviously didn't do anything, just showed a confused expression, hesitated for a while, why did Mr. Akai get on with him?

The FBI agent wearing a knitted hat smiled, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a wanton and confident smile appeared in his eyes: "Don't be so nervous."

Kamel looked at the FBI agent wearing a knitted hat. He was putting down the coffee can in his hand and leaving the table he was leaning on. He looked out of the window of the office building. sunset.

His long black hair fell smoothly around his waist, at the end of his uniform vest.

I don't know when Mr. Akai's hair has grown so long...

Mr. Akai is so nice.

...

"Are you really going?" Curacao looked at Tomo Fujima, frowning slightly.

Fujima Satoshi nodded: "Isn't it just grabbing a job with the game CG special effects producer?"

Is it true that she has robbed others of jobs in her life?

Curacao looked a little sad, she whispered: "Are you going to leave me alone, Junmai?"

She is her subordinate, if Malt is wiped out by the organization, she should...

Tomo Fujima froze for a moment, then patted her on the shoulder: "I will come back well."

Then she looked at Curacao's eyes with different colors, and said seriously: "It's not as simple as whether I want to go or not, but that I'm being targeted."

Curacao was silent.

Being targeted, being targeted by Rum?Is it because Curacao is being targeted by Rum?

Rum is very fond of Curacao's ability, and has shown his intention to use her for him very early on, but an accident allows Junmai to get Curacao, so?

Curacao's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist.

The existence of Curacao is a disaster.

"Curaçao", Fujima Satoshi suddenly took her aside, "I have arrangements for Christmas, do you want to go on a mission with me?"

"Ah?" Curacao was a little puzzled, why did the topic suddenly jump from here to there, Christmas... There are still two months, how can there be such a long frontline in the early stage of the organized mission?

"Don't miss the first opportunity to go on a mission with me," Fujima Tomo said with a smile.

...

Compared with the undercover life in the organization, the daily handling of cases by the FBI is a bit cumbersome, but it is still leisurely.

In the afternoon, the mild sunlight became darker, and the neat file folders in the cabinet were covered with a layer of gold.

Akai Shuichi took out the leaflet and stared at the 25×25 password square for a while.

He wasn't sure if he had completely deciphered all the above information.

The sun shines on the coated paper with some reflections.

He squinted his eyes, and suddenly saw that the black signature pen imprint was slightly covered by the black words on the original poster.

There are words outside the phalanx! ——This discovery raised his spirits all of a sudden.

[The grievances are gone, work harder! 】

This is the deciphered message after adding the extra letter.

Akai Shuichi raised his brows slightly and frowned.

If it weren't for her, I'm afraid his undercover career would be a little easier, and he wouldn't be so entangled in pain and complicated emotions.

Before he was deceived, he was ignorant, but now everything is written in such a complex password matrix, except for a contact method, and he just said "two clear" as if nothing had happened, trying to fool him.

Old and new grudges surged up together.

He thought of the fight between reason and emotion day and night for three years, the countless nightmares he had had where she killed him or he killed her, the feeling of struggling on the verge of self-control and loss of control, and the bitterness of matcha. , the desperate white of the snow-capped mountains, and the gentle blue of Okinawa.

A sneer escaped from his tightly pressed thin lips.

The author has something to say:

Blackened Chijing Maomao: I can't finish with you, you sinful woman, do you know how I got here all these years? !

Xiu Yi looked at the cipher square, unable to fall asleep anyway, looked carefully halfway through the night, and then saw through the cracks in the words that "scum girl" was written all over the page!

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