The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Vodka Momo chirped and talked for a long time, but in fact the only useful content was time + location.

This also just gave Conan time to think about countermeasures.

Fortunately, what I was facing was vodka, not gin, otherwise I wouldn’t have had the chance to speak.

"There's no way I can't hand it over to you tomorrow."

"Because starting from this evening, I will be hospitalized for a series of examinations. My heart is already failing."

Vodka was more careful, "You would say that? Could it be that the software has not been completed yet? Is this an excuse deliberately used to delay time?"

"There is absolutely no such thing." Conan gestured to Dr. Ali next to him to turn on the light, and said, "I have already finished the software, and I can hand it over to you three or four days after I am discharged from the hospital. , or 5 days is safer.”

"Nonsense!" Vodka snapped, "We can't wait that long, so just postpone your hospitalization."

Hooked!

Conan smiled as if his plan had succeeded and continued teasing vodka, "I have made an appointment with a famous heart surgeon. There is no way to change the date."

"If you want to get the software before I'm hospitalized, you have to meet today, and there will be workers at the place you mentioned at dawn. Isn't this inconvenient for you?"

Vodka thought for a while, and in order to get the software as soon as possible and satisfy his elder brother, he had no choice but to agree.

"Then four o'clock"

"The time is set at 4 o'clock in the morning four hours later. You bring the software to the place I just mentioned."

When Conan heard this, he was secretly happy.

This method of mine is called compromise. As long as you put forward an excessive condition first, the other party will settle for the second best and be won over by your slightly better new plan.

Of course, Conan's purpose from the beginning was to promote this final plan.

If the opponent was Gin, he would definitely be able to easily see through such a trick and would not accept his own conditions.

But with Vodka's intelligence, he couldn't realize that he had fallen into the "trap" set by Conan.

Conan pretended not to be willing to meet at 4 a.m., played Tai Chi with vodka, and then "reluctantly" agreed to the new meeting time.

"But you have to promise not to send anyone to monitor me. If I see anyone from your organization, I will cancel this deal immediately."

"It's useless even if you take away my software. By then you will never know how to use such software."

Faced with "Taku Itakura's" caution, Vodka smiled scornfully, "Humph, I didn't expect you to be as suspicious and sick as they said."

"Then in four hours, I will be waiting for you in front of the coin-operated iron cabinet under Xianqiao Station, No. 0032."

"Don't be late then."

"I'll Only Say It Once"

After saying this for the last time, Vodka finally hung up the phone.

If Gin later inquired about Vodka's phone charges, he would definitely wonder why Vodka took so long to call?

In this day and age, phone charges are still quite high.

However, Vodka didn't take it seriously, and thought he had done this well, with a proud smile on his face.

Immediately, Vodka took out the phone and dialed another phone number.

"Calvados, the mission time has been changed. We will arrive near Xianqiao Station at 3:30 in the morning."

"That's not what Gin meant, it was what I meant."

"Here's why, the guy who made the deal."

Vodka, who had nothing to do, started talking on the phone with another person again.

Gunma County, villa in the mountains.

As soon as Conan put down the phone, a victorious smile appeared on his face.

Everything went as expected.

The next step is to go to the "trading" software according to the agreement with vodka.

Of course, the deal is fake, but finding a way to catch the black organization's pigtails is real.

Conan and Dr. Ari quickly wiped off the fingerprints on the places they had just touched in the villa, got back into the Beetle, and set off on the road back to Tokyo.

In the car, Conan expressed his reasoning.

Just now he asked Dr. A Li to turn on the living room light while the two parties were talking, but the vodka on the other side of the phone did not respond.

This shows that the black organization did not send anyone to monitor the villa, so it did not know that Itakura Zhuo had been killed by Li Daitao.

After hearing Conan's intention, Dr. A Li was shocked into a cold sweat on a very cold day.

This kind of behavior is completely gambling.

If someone from the black organization is lurking in the mountains, I'm afraid they'll tell you here.

Dr. A Li cannot guarantee that his Beetle will not lose its chain when faced with a highway chase.

With so many black technology inventions and technology patents, the only thing Dr. Ali can't handle is cars.

"As long as they check what is in this software, and assuming that if this software falls into their hands, they will commit a major crime, they can call the police in advance, ambush them at their delivery location, and send the people they send to pick up the goods. Catch them all in one go”

While Conan was talking to himself about his ideas, he opened the laptop he brought from the doctor's house and inserted the CD into the computer.

As the optical drive loads the disc into the computer, a new disk connection prompt appears in the lower right corner of the computer.

Conan moved the cursor and clicked.

Just as Conan's eyes widened and Dr. Ali, who was driving next to him, couldn't help but glance sideways to take a look at the software that the black organization was so concerned about, a dark blue dialog box popped up.

【Password：-——】

hateful! Need to enter password again!

Conan cursed inwardly, he had been blocked by the password twice in a row.

Without a password, Conan didn't dare to guess. It would be troublesome if there was a program that automatically destroyed the contents if the wrong password was entered multiple times.

In fact, given Itakura Taku's wariness against black organizations, it is very likely that he would design such a program.

Dr. Ali next to him saw Conan's difficulty and suggested: "Then you'd better make a backup first."

Conan quickly right-clicked to copy, but still received an error message that the target file could not be copied.

"No way, it seems that this software has a special anti-piracy program installed."

"It's even less likely that the police will help."

The two discussed how to get the police involved in the transaction, but came to the conclusion that it would not work.

Even if he approached Officer Megure as Kudo Shinichi, there was no conclusive evidence to prove the danger of the other party, and Megure's authority could only call upon a small group of people from the First Investigation Division.

If too few police officers go there, they are likely to be wiped out by the black organization's gang.

When Conan and Dr. Ali were at a loss what to do, a muffled sound suddenly came from outside the car.

Bang——

The Beetle's body suddenly began to tremble violently, and Dr. Ali had to stop the car on the side of the road.

I got out of the car and checked, only to find that the tire had a puncture.

Regarding this situation, Dr. Ali feels very good.

Now that the car has a flat tire and cannot reach Tokyo within the specified time, Conan no longer needs to take risks.

It's not that Dr. Ali thinks that being Conan's tool is unpaid and there is no need to risk one's life.

But in this operation, Dr. Ali, who was only a half-spectator, was repeatedly frightened by Conan's bold behavior.

Speaking of listening, this is called courage.

To put it bluntly, this is recklessness and giving away.

After enduring the downsized life for so long, Conan may have wanted to go back to Mao Lilan too much.

"Conan, I think this must be a little accident deliberately arranged by God because he doesn't want you to take risks."

Conan: "." Damn it, God!

Dr. Ali continued to smile and comfort him, "It's okay. It's only been more than a month since you became smaller. There will still be opportunities in the future."

CONAN: I feel like a year has passed...

But just when Dr. Ali squinted and chuckled, and Conan could only stare, "God" changed his mind again.

On the road on a snowy night, a pair of car headlights drove slowly from far to near, bringing a smile to Conan's face.

trigger!

Secret Technique·100% Free Riding

Zhibo Detective Agency, third floor.

In the bedroom, Qin Zhibo was lying on the big bed, on the way to deep sleep.

Qin Zhibo sleeps very well. When it's time to go to bed, he basically falls asleep on the bed and sleeps until morning.

But occasionally, a still active brain will weave some incredible dreams.

For example: At this moment, Qin Zhibo is walking on a deep staircase that goes straight downward.

On both sides of the stairs are simple stone walls with torches on them, providing a dim light source for this space.

Looking down, the torches stretch towards the unknown abyss, making one feel uneasy about the road ahead.

Qin Zhibo's footsteps seemed to be controlled by some kind of computer program, and he walked spontaneously towards the abyss.

Most of the time, people cannot control their own behavior in dreams and can only be a bystander from the first perspective.

tenth level

Twenty levels.

Thirty levels.

Just like this, I walked through the seventieth step of the stairs in a daze. A cave filled with flames was right in front of me.

The cave is not large in area, and the fiery red flames shine on Qin Zhibo's face, as if he is in a hell with red as the main color.

But here, there is no need to wear fire-resistant clothing, and those "burning red" will not actually hurt anything.

Not long after walking, a stone door stood at the end of the passage.

On both sides of the door, there are two "door gods" standing on the left and right.

Almost every inch of their bodies was hidden under priestly robes made of gray-blue silk.

He wears a huge crown similar to that of a Catholic pope, with strange symbols inlaid with metal on it. Wide strips of cloth hang down from both sides of the crown, completely covering his eyes, nose, cheeks, and ears.

The only thing that can be temporarily determined is that they are also human beings, with a small piece of human mouth exposed in the mask.

Each of them opened their lips and sneered slightly. The teeth in their mouths were gritted together, gray and clean.

The other person's lips were tightly closed, and his silent mouth seemed to be sewn shut with needle and thread.

Qin Zhibo watched the two of them silently, without a trace of confusion in his mind, but he just didn't know what to do now.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze struck from the front, instantly penetrating his soul.

Qin Zhibo's heart froze and he looked around, but he didn't know which of the two gatekeepers was looking at him.

At this moment, the slightly scornful gatekeeper spoke.

"I am Nasht, and your soul is qualified to go to the realm of deep sleep and reach the other side of the world."

After the words fell, the two gatekeepers took a half step back, and the heavy door slowly opened.

The door opened.

Behind that door, there is still the staircase leading to the lower world.

It's just that the space there is darker, like an abyss.

Without the guidance of the torchlight, you can only close your eyes and walk downwards with the feeling in your heart until the end.

Qin Zhibo still couldn't control his body. He opened his legs and was about to pass through the door and move towards the unknown fantasyland.

But at this moment, an extraterrestrial voice came from above the space.

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell--

Qin Zhibo suddenly realized that he could control his body again at this moment, and he subconsciously looked up at the top of his head.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scene quickly faded.

When I saw the scene again, it was the white ceiling of the bedroom.

Jingle Bell--

The rapid ringing of the phone made Qin Zhibo wake up instantly. He quickly turned on the night vision function of his field of vision and found the vibrating phone in the darkness.

"Hello?"

"Why did it take so long to answer?"

The cold voice on the other side of the phone was enough to wake up my groggy brain immediately.

It's gin!

Qin Zhibo cleared his throat and answered honestly, "I was sleeping just now."

Hearing the answer of "Michael", Gin frowned, and a complicated look flashed across his face.

sleep?

Black organizations are basically nocturnal animals, because night can provide the best protective color for the organization's actions.

But this guy is sleeping at this time?

Are the close associates of "that lord" different from ordinary members?

"Don't sleep. Now go to the place I told you on the phone."

"Now?" Qin Zhibo confirmed again.

"Yes, now."

After saying that, the call was hung up again by the resolute Gin.

Qin Zhibo put down the phone and looked at the heavy snow outside the window, feeling a chill in his body.

Are you still working overtime late at night?

Organization members have no human rights!

There was no other way, Qin Zhibo could only quickly change into the black suit in the back of the closet, put on Michael's human skin mask in front of the mirror, opened the door and set off.

At the border of Gunma Prefecture, a BMW drove past in a hurry, heading towards Tokyo.

In the back seat of the car, Conan looked seriously at the man in the driver's seat and the woman beside him.

wrong

There's something wrong with these two people.

While chatting in the car just now, Conan accidentally got out a piece of information.

That is, this man did not know the vehicle inspection date of this car and thought that he should have the vehicle inspection in February, but it was actually in May.

Although the woman used the excuse that "the man is the heir to a large company, and the servants are responsible for taking care of this car", she excused her.

But Conan, who has always been suspicious, will not let this suspicious man and woman go.

After that, Conan discovered more suspicious places.

For example, a man throws cigarette butts into the ashtray with change, always drives towards the center line unconsciously when driving, looks behind and to the left when reversing, uses the right hand gear unskillfully, and turns on the blinker when he wants to use the windshield wiper.

There are also women who always press their buttocks against their seats and are unwilling to move at all, as if they are hiding something.

All doubts point to the truth.

These two people are the jewel thieves mentioned on the radio!