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Chapter 383-382- The plan for the memorial service

Two days passed quietly.

On the streets of Tokyo, snowflakes have been falling since the early morning.

By afternoon, the streets were already covered with snow and covered in silver.

In the intelligence room, Bai Chuanyu woke up from his nap.

After stretching his waist and tidying up his appearance, he hummed the early melody of his self-created ditty "Conan is a Little Stupid Donkey", returned to the second floor, and opened the closet.

From the afternoon until the evening, it was the time for the memorial service to be held, and it was also an important moment for Pisk to perform the task during the period.

As an information businessman, he naturally obtained a pass to participate in it from celebrities as early as yesterday.

The object of the gathering was a famous movie superstar, and those who went were also some capitalists, movie stars, famous writers, politicians, congressmen... Big figures who could shake the entire Kanto of Japan when they got together.

It can be described as a gathering of big shots.

But Bai Chuanyu didn't have the slightest pressure.

After humming the entire melody of "Conan is a Little Stupid Donkey" proficiently, he smirked at the mirror for a while, then squatted down, opened the compartment in the cabinet, and opened a large mechanism drawer.

In the drawer, there are a lot of prohibited weapons neatly placed, like the weapon warehouse of the anti-terrorism force, but it is just a miniature version.

After looking back and forth for a while, he couldn't put it down and touched it again and again. In the end, Bai Chuanyou took out an unremarkable pocket pistol.

This is his most commonly used mini pistol, which is most suitable for use in the downtown area. It is very useful for assassination or as a negotiating weapon.

After playing with the trigger ring with his fingers for a while, he took out a black casual suit from the closet, as well as a matching black belt and trousers.

——The memorial service can not only wear pure black unscrupulously, but also not attract attention, which is really convenient.

His blazers are looser in style.

This is also the habit of buying clothes to hide a few more hole cards in the cuffs.

Counting the coats in Bai Chuanyu's closet, most of them are loose, slim, and easy to move.

Hiding a few pocket knives into the pockets of his cuffs and inner pockets, and getting ready, Bai Chuanyu drove the black Baling to the venue of the Kubato Hotel.

This three-acre land in Tokyo is not unfamiliar to him.

He is familiar with the road, and he drove the car opposite the Cupo Hotel in a few minutes.

Just as he was about to drive into the parking lot just like this, he could turn on the [Analysis] ability and scan around, Bai Chuan raised his eyebrows, parked the car directly on the side of the road, got off, and walked straight into a restaurant opposite.

"Sir, how many are there?"

Hearing the waiter's voice, Bai Chuanyou didn't stop: "I have an appointment with my friend, thank you."

After that, he went straight to a table by the window and sat down.

Across the table, a fair-skinned woman in a black suit and casual sunglasses sat there.

It was Kiel who hadn't seen him the next day.

"What a coincidence, Ms. Mizumu, I was planning to find you."

Raising his thin eyebrows, Bai Chuanyu sat across from him indifferently, and spoke to the other party with a hearty voice.

The latter froze for a moment, pushed down his sunglasses to reveal his eyes, and then returned to his normal expression: "K...Mr. Bai Chuan, why are you here?"

Since it was a public place, they did not address each other by code names.

"I want to ask you for a favor about the upcoming memorial service."

Bai Chuan moved his waist leisurely, and turned his legs up.

Maintaining this posture, he was not in a hurry to continue.

Instead, he ordered the order with the waiter first, and after the waiter was completely dismissed, he talked about the serious business:

"What you have to do is very simple."

Bai Chuanyu took out a USB flash drive for his own use and pushed it over the table.

It contained a program he wrote casually in the past two days, not the important USB flash drive of that gentleman.

Although this program is a bad brother compared to the level of the organization, compared to the current mainstream level in Japan, it is already at the level of a cutting-edge program master.

He lowered his voice.

"Ms. Mizumu, don't you work in a TV station?"

"This memorial meeting, it is said that people from the TV station will broadcast it live..."

"You find a chance, insert the USB flash drive into the central equipment of the TV station's broadcast, and then you will have nothing to do with it. This is the only task."

"..."

After listening to the task, Keir picked up the USB flash drive, hesitated, and asked, "Does this have any special meaning?"

Bai Chuanyu smiled.

He used the calculation ability of [Analysis] to write this program, which can intercept the recording and broadcasting of the TV station.

There is a program to intercept, and the recording needs to be browsed and modified by him. After some operations without anyone noticing, it will be broadcast to the TV station headquarters simultaneously.

Although it sounds impossible, the memorial service is a large-scale live broadcast...

However, theoretically speaking, in order to prevent problems, the live broadcast of TV stations usually has a delay of about ten seconds.

Otherwise, if there are some embarrassing problems, there will be a situation where there is no way to recover and they will be directly broadcast to the TV station.

Therefore, this short delay is enough for Bai Chuanyou to delete and modify the live video at will.

This is the purpose of the U disk.

Still, these were important plans he devised.

He certainly has nothing to say about Keel being an insider.

Letting the other party insert the USB flash drive secretly is also to put aside the relationship with oneself, let the troubles gather on the other party, use the other party as a bait, attract the attention of some annoying detectives, and help oneself take the blame.

Thinking of this, Bai Chuan smiled melodiously, changed the way of stacking Erlang's legs, spread his hands and pretended to be stupid with a sigh: "Who knows, I'm just following orders."

"...One of the tasks above is this. I want to entrust this part to you. Neither you nor I have the right to know more. It's as simple as that."

Regarding this explanation, Keir was silent for a while, without much doubt.

Because it does resemble the style of the organization.

Everyone acts as a small part of the plan, and no one knows the whole picture of the plan. Only by stitching the parts together can a terrible plan be formed.

Not only the division of labor is clear, but also the efficiency is very high...

It can also effectively keep undercover agents like myself out.

So, in order not to arouse suspicion from higher levels, I can only do it myself, right?
Anyway, it’s just a USB flash drive, and if it’s exhausted, it will steal a piece of program information without losing any important things.

And the target is Nikkei TV...

Regarding this point, Keir really couldn't imagine that a broken TV station has any confidential computer information worth organizing to steal, and it took such a long time for an elite member like Keshwaser to prepare for it.

When she was thinking about it, there was no fluctuation on her surface, and she agreed:

"I get it, I'll get it done."

Then she took the initiative to ask: "What are your plans for the future?"

Keel tries to pull some intelligence.

But getting information out of the mouth of an intelligence businessman is no different from playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Bai Chuanyou took the hot drink from the waiter, blew off the heat, and said calmly: "I originally wanted to warm up here, chat with Ms. Mizumu, and then go to the hotel venue."

"However, there seem to be two little tails outside, investigating my car... It really can't make me worry."

As he spoke, he took a sip of his hot drink and cast his helpless eyes out of the window.

Under his gaze, the three members of the Boy Detective Team were babbling on the side of the street, happily having a snowball fight.

Conan and Hui Yuanai, on the other hand, were sneaking behind the crowd, standing beside his car, looking back and forth.

……

　Happy start of school!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)