The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

As to why a front-line engineer like Itakura Taku still uses floppy disks to record content, several clients who have worked with him for many years know a thing or two.

"It's a habit, probably, like those enthusiasts who use tapes specifically. This guy has been doing this for over 20 years," Soma Ryusuke answered absentmindedly as they unpacked the contents. He paused for a moment before continuing slowly, "Us old guys, we can't help but keep some old habits."

His eyes fell on the reader connected to Itakura Taku's computer, and they were a little dim.

In the past, floppy disk reading slots were standard accessories on many computer cases, but now they have gradually become something that needs to be installed separately.

As the amount of storage media and data continues to rise, sooner or later, it will be left in the dust of history, and young people will look at it with blank eyes and ask what it is.

It was like a dream he had put aside for 20 years, and it had long since faded and deformed.

Soma Ryusuke looked away and continued on the topic he had just mentioned, "These days, floppy disks really can't hold much more than just text. He probably has this habit because he's such a stickler for details."

To describe Itakura Takuna as a stickler would be an exaggeration. This guy has a lot of quirks and is quite difficult to deal with.

"Then let's take a look. Maybe there will be some clues..."

Although Megure Jusan agreed verbally, he still honestly took a step back and handed over all the operations to Takagi Shigeru.

It's not difficult for him to understand these digital and electronic things, but it's a bit too difficult for him to operate them.

After confirming with his colleagues in the Forensic Department again, Takagi Shigeru finally opened this highly anticipated "diary".

"It's retrieved." Takagi Wataru opened the stored folder and pointed at something on the screen. "Every year's diary is opened in a separate document. It seems that Mr. Itakura has been in the habit of writing a diary every day since five years ago."

As he spoke, he opened one of the documents and glanced through it for a while. He soon discovered that there was no difference between writing in this so-called diary and not writing at all.

"The contents are all very brief..." Takagi Shigeru rolled the mouse wheel and was too embarrassed to say it directly.

These diaries are said to be used for recording, but they are really just records.

Sometimes it contains a few complaints about work, and sometimes it records today's events. It can't be said to be uninteresting, but it can also be said to be devoid of nutrition. It feels more like a memo than a diary.

No wonder a floppy disk with this little memory can only store a few things.

It's just possible that Itakura Taku's job required him to change the medium of the book that most people would keep on hand for recording.

"Ah, I found it." Takagi Wataru, who had no interest in further exploring the middle-aged programmer's inner thoughts, closed the document directly, opened the latest document from this year, and found the very end. "The last entry was from two days ago..."

Maori Kogoro stared at the document he had opened and read the last few lines aloud: "Today, the hotel staff called me for no apparent reason and said something strange. Perhaps one of those three people has already found their way here. Forget it, I'd better change hotels as soon as possible."

This is the end of the diary. Obviously, before meeting the person who took action, Itakura Taku himself didn't know who he would meet today.

"Well, it only means that these three people are indeed suspicious." Megure Jusan nodded. "There is no record of Itakura Taku after that, which means that they took action after they met."

Apart from this, these diaries cannot provide more detailed information and can only serve as circumstantial evidence to identify suspects.

Watching Takagi Wataru close the document, Conan stared at the five files corresponding to the years in the folder, his desire almost showing through his eyes.

About what happened when he met Tequila two years ago, about his subsequent interactions with the organization, about his recent unusual work and activities...

Every word here may be the key to uncovering the truth.

Thinking of this, Conan glanced at the floppy disk still inserted in the reader, then turned his head and winked at Ran Mouri behind him.

Ran Mao Li, who was habitually hanging up on the sidelines, was stunned for a moment.

She didn't fully understand what he meant, nor was she very clear about what he wanted to do. Conan didn't have any prior discussions or explanations with her.

But no matter what he wants to do, in the current situation, it is still necessary to divert his attention away from the computer.

Mao Lilan blinked quickly, scanned the layout of the room one by one, and soon came up with an idea.

"If we're certain someone came before us and attacked Mr. Itakura, then Mr. Itakura definitely wasn't sitting here originally, right?" Braving herself, Mao Lilan pondered hard. "Actually, if he really had a severe heart attack, there's no way he'd just slumped over the table and done nothing."

Humans who do not want to die have a strong desire to survive when they are dying. It is impossible for them to just sit at the table and wait for their death in vain.

This is especially unusual considering that the surveillance video proves that he has been lying there all morning.

"That makes sense. Besides, if I were the murderer, I wouldn't put him next to the medicine bottle. That would go against what I wanted to do. It's more like a pose." Kogoro Mouri agreed.

"The diary explains it all, but we still can't rule out the possibility of someone acquaintance committing the crime." Mao Lilan racked her brains and spoke haltingly, "Mr. Itakura was restricted from moving after encountering the criminals. If he couldn't move, there was no way he could foresee which of them was trying to kill him. So, there's no need for the murderer to deal with this diary, as it only increases the risk."

Itakura Taku has good skills, but he is almost paranoid. No one knows whether he will leave any programs or even viruses on the floppy disk.

Never underestimate the imagination of people with paranoia. If something is plugged into the computer, the computer may activate the self-destruct program and explode.

Isn't that right, Ito Suehiko?

"Well, that's quite right." Megure Jusan agreed and looked at Mao Lilan approvingly. "You've learned a lot from your father. You've become a very thoughtful detective, Xiaolan."

Even if I really want to learn, I can't just follow him...

Ran Mouri, who didn't really want to hear any compliments about inheriting her father's style, smiled weakly. Seeing that everyone's eyes had turned to her, including Takagi Wataru who was sitting in front of the computer, he had turned around and cleared his computer, and she felt relieved.

In the past, she thought that her father had come to his senses and suddenly became particularly sensitive to murder cases. She was once confused and couldn't tell whether her father was really incompetent or simply in a bad state due to his failed marriage and career.

Taking advantage of the gap when everyone was looking at Ran Mouri and no one was paying attention to him, Conan quietly grabbed the mouse that Takagi Wataru had released, and gently and quickly selected several documents, copied, and pasted them.

That's all. After that, I just need to find a way to use another storage medium to move the backup out...

Conan, who had accomplished a great task, felt relieved. He walked around the guest room twice and began to look for other possible evidence.

In this operation, the criminal's behavior seemed to be relatively calm, and he had tried his best to leave room for himself to clear the name on the charges. But no matter how you look at it, the possibility of this case being a murder in the heat of the moment is still greater.

But perhaps, because he was well aware of Itakura Taku's weaknesses, such as his poor physical condition and weak heart, the criminal finally thought that letting Itakura Taku die directly from a heart attack would be a better way to have the best of both worlds than using direct violence to hit him.

However, Itakura Taku is not a defenseless weakling and will definitely do his best to leave more clues.

Soon, Conan found what he wanted to see.

"It seems that we can't find more evidence at the moment. To further identify the candidate, Mr. Itakura may need to identify him after he regains consciousness." Over there, Megure Jusan was fully certain that this unnatural death case was definitely a homicide, but he was still pessimistic about the specific process of solving the case.

"Now, at least the list of suspects has been narrowed down, and the pressure of investigation will be much less." Takagi Shigeru hurried to calm his leader's emotions.

As for whether the suspect will take the opportunity to escape, look at those tough guys downstairs.

"Well, those three, don't leave Tokyo yet. Wait for our call..."

Conan skillfully lifted the watch, skillfully found the right angle, and skillfully opened the watch cover.

"It's about time," he thought to himself, "It's about time that the dormant Maori Kogoro can make a difference."

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"vomit--"

After entering the room, Miyano Akemi, who had been able to walk normally, could no longer hold it in and bent over, making retching sounds.

Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara, who were standing next to her, did not offer a hand to help her because they were also in the same half-dead state.

"Barber is the third job I hate..." said Jinpei Matsuda weakly, who was about to vomit.

"What are the first and second?" Due to the strong vehicle properties of the mask, Kenji Hagiwara, who had been acting as a means of transportation in the hall for a long time, was even more dizzy than him, but his joking spirit was still there.

Matsuda Jinpei glared at him: "Didn't you just say you were about to lose consciousness? You still have the energy to joke here."

"Unconsciousness is one thing, but a joke is still in order." Hagiwara Kenji said that it didn't matter, he was just trying to liven up the atmosphere, and the topic finally returned to the previous battle. "Hiss—this guy is really cruel."

The temple of Hazaka Minaeshiro did not disappear with the truth of the case being revealed and Karasawa's handling of it. Just as Karasawa expected, when she heard that her ex-boyfriend was not dead, her emotions were more than she had experienced all day. His plan to raise a boss finally worked.

"Who told her that barbershops must have those rotating light boxes?" Miyano Akemi retched for a long time, but nothing came out and she could only vent her anger. "Just open it, but let customers queue up in your light box? Isn't that a bit too much? From now on, there will be no haircuts in the temple."

The hall of Yezaka Minashiro is her small shop that inherits the wishes of two generations, and it is also a place where she can relieve stress.

She knew since middle school that she was destined to inherit the family business, and she worked hard to improve her skills. As a child from a barber shop, her family background was decent, but she did not receive much respect. After officially starting this job, she had to face many difficulties and problems in the service industry.

The barber shop, which is run entirely by her, is one of the few places where she can feel that she holds something and has the power to briefly decide something for others.

Therefore, in her eyes, this barber shop, which has almost become her residence, has become a place that symbolizes power and a kind of power building.

Considering that she is so possessive about her ex-boyfriend's hair, after a simple test, it can be basically confirmed that the keyword of this hall is Treasure Pavilion.

Everyone understands the principle, but the problem is that a treasure house decorated in the style of a barber shop is not a cyberpunk issue, it is really a bit of spiritual pollution.

It's really a bit presumptuous to put up a wall of those plastic skulls used to practice hairdressing techniques, topped with exquisite wigs.

"Have you taken out the secret treasure?"

After catching her breath, Akemi Miyano's focus returned to the process itself.

If it becomes something valuable or special, how to deal with it will become a troublesome problem.

Kenji Hagiwara didn't say anything. He rummaged through his clothes for a while and handed the thing in his hand to Akemi Miyano.

Unlike what Akemi Miyano thought was some industry award or something related to her father who was a barber, this was a thin clipping.

There, the young and energetic Nagasaku Shiro was raising his arms high, showing off his first medal, with a proud smile and high spirits.

There is no doubt that this is what Minae Hasaka mentioned, the look she created for Nagasaku Shiro to appear in public.

"Well, at least her feelings are quite sincere." It was difficult to judge whether this could be considered as love-brained or not, Miyano Akemi said dryly.

"Let's forget about her for now. How's things going at the hotel?" Matsuda Jin, having recovered, straightened up and looked at Morifushi Kagemitsu, who was working on his computer at the desk in the room. "Is everything okay?"

"Of course not." After checking the surveillance footage again, Zhu Fujingguang nodded to the stuffed doll sitting next to the computer, indicating that Noah's Ark could send the processed footage over. Then he turned around and said, "Tang Ze's video fooled everyone at the time. If he hadn't said it himself, no one would have known it was real. Now it's just fooling an ordinary murderer who committed a crime of passion. It's a small problem."

As long as Itakura Taku cooperates and takes advantage of the murderer's persistence and splices the videos together, the problem can be easily solved.

"What about now?" Hagiwara Kenji pointed to the hotel door behind him, asking if they needed to do anything next.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, and against the backdrop of the shadows, there was a hint of ill intent in his smile.

"Tang Ze has already had Noah write something based on Noah's and the Dark Night Baron's positioning codes, and mix it in. He will hand it over carefully. This great gift has been carefully prepared for so long, how can it be allowed to see the light of day?"