The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

While his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was exploring the room with the dim light from the screen, Conan tried to study other things in Itakura Taku's computer, and soon discovered that this guy's geek attributes still had a great influence.

For example, almost all folders containing data are encrypted and require a password.

"Should I say he's very cautious?" The password input box popped up for the umpteenth time, and the doctor pressed his forehead.

"Maybe he just enjoys keeping his things private." Recalling Itakura Taku's room that overly emphasized order, Conan could only comment, "No wonder the organization still needs to separate and activate him."

Taku Itakura is such a guy.

If he had honestly developed the software according to the organization's requirements, he might have been able to escape this disaster with this trick.

While the two were talking, the time in the lower right corner of the computer reached midnight.

The next moment, the email notification sounded.

So, just open it...

Conan moved the mouse and clicked on the new email that popped up.

The next moment, the pop-up window that they had seen many times popped up.

"Password, why is it another password..." The nervous Dr. Agasa couldn't help but clench his fists in anger when he saw the typing box.

Itakura Taku is a successful engineer, a cautious geek, and indeed a troublesome target...

"It's counting down..." Conan's expression was much more serious than before.

This is an email from the organization.

If you fail to enter the password on time, the email will not be opened, which is the worst case scenario. No one knows whether any message will be sent back.

He took a deep breath, and just as his fingertips touched the keyboard in front of the screen, he saw the typing box in front of him start moving on its own.

As if there was an invisible guy controlling it remotely, letters popped up in the typing box at a constant speed, and then quickly became salted asterisks.

"This, this is..." The doctor was stunned as he had not expected this development.

Conan, who had some guesses, instinctively touched his watch and did not stop it from happening.

His every move now is probably under the surveillance of the Phantom Thieves. A "hacker" with such skills can guess who it is without even thinking.

He stared at the string of ciphertexts that appeared one after another.

「ichikawa0121」.

With only two seconds left in the countdown, the password was completely entered and the confirmation button was automatically pressed.

The password was correct and the email was opened.

The doctor standing next to him had a surprised expression, but Conan no longer cared about that. He almost pounced on the screen, staring at the information on it.

"Xianqiao Station, tomorrow at 12:00, in front of locker 0032."

After reading the above content, Conan took a deep breath.

This is a station that is still under construction and has not been completed. In other words, it is a place where almost no one will enter except the construction workers and related staff.

A very easy position for an ambush.

"Is this the place and time for their transaction?" Dr. Agasa looked at the content on the screen and had a bad guess, "Shinichi, you don't want to go to the appointment..."

Even if it was the real Taku Itakura himself who went, it was hard to say whether he would encounter danger, let alone Conan who was still a child.

This is not a good time for a confrontation.

The better option would be to tell this information to reliable police or something like that and try to catch the person who went to make the contact.

Conan pursed his lips, a few names flashed through his mind, and he was about to discuss the details with the doctor, but the email in front of him flashed twice and closed automatically.

Conan quickly opened his inbox again, only to find that the mysterious email had disappeared.

"Oh no..." Conan cried inwardly, not caring about the doctor's emotions. He rushed to the window in two steps, jumped up, fumbled a few times, and turned on the light in the room.

Almost as soon as the room became brighter, the landline phone on the table on the other side started to make a loud noise.

"Ring ring ring——"

Dr. Agasa was stunned by the changes before him. Conan took a deep breath, immediately took out his bow tie, adjusted the frequency, and picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Itakura." Conan responded while trying to stay calm.

His voice trembled slightly due to the uncontrollable nervousness, but this happened to coincide with the usually neurotic Itakura Taku's voice, and there was no sense of incongruity.

"Why didn't you follow the required steps to clear the information and traces?" A voice that was no stranger to Conan sounded on the other end of the line. "Are you still dreaming of preserving copies and preventing information from being tracked?"

It's vodka.

Sure enough, it was exactly as Conan guessed.

Itakura Taku, who had once had a tug-of-war with the organization's counterpart, tried to resist but failed.

Therefore, both parties are wary and distrustful of each other, and the password to open the email is only the first step.

It is very likely that both parties have agreed on more detailed execution steps, such as destroying records and clearing computer hard drives after receiving the email. In order to ensure these processes, the organization's emails contain tracking procedures.

Out of caution, Conan did not perform any operation on the email, so even if he entered the correct password, the other party still noticed something.

"...The voltage was unstable just now, and the lights in my room kept flickering. I couldn't see the screen clearly." Conan used his quick wit and quickly responded, "I can't complete the operation."

Vodka didn't show any trust or distrust in his words. Instead, he said sarcastically, "Huh? Who told you to go to the mountains to get your mail?"

"How do you know where I am?" Conan's voice was tense.

This wasn't all acting; his brain was racing as he analyzed the content.

The tracking program found the exact location of the computer at that moment, which was normal, but whether the other party was monitoring them depended on the subsequent conversation.

"I've told you long ago that your every move is under our control. Wasn't the lesson you learned yesterday enough?" Vodka laughed a few times, and the mockery in his voice became even stronger.

Conan pursed his lips, and his heart was relieved a little.

What he said did not match the lights in the villa just now. Vodka did not speak out to expose his excuse, which meant that apart from the tracking program, no other monitoring methods were effective.

Vodka's attitude also shows that they don't know what exactly happened in the New Rice Flower Hotel.

They were unaware of Ryusuke Soma's killing move, the subsequent arrival of the organization members, and the near-real murder.

In other words, the member of the organization who "saved" Taku Itakura did not actually tell the truth.

Conan took a risk and asked, "Are you guys spying on me again? Didn't I already hand the stuff over?!"

"The fact that you're still here safely answering the phone is because you completed the commission," Vodka retorted directly. "We didn't hold you accountable for deliberately delaying us. That was merciful enough. Don't push your luck."

It seems that Haibara's guess was correct. The software was handed over to the organization, but Itakura Taku was still useful to them, so he was not killed.

They needed this thing made by Itakura Taku so badly that they could temporarily tolerate some of his loss of control.

"Then can the transaction time be advanced?" Conan slowed down his voice after carefully considering his words. "My heart can't hold on any longer. I have to be hospitalized today. The doctor said my condition is too bad..."

"Hmm?" Vodka frowned, not expecting such a request. After checking the contents on the computer, he asked suspiciously, "Aren't you in Gunma Prefecture now?"

"Didn't the kid who took the things from me tell you? If he hadn't come to the hotel, I would have died of a myocardial infarction." Conan asked tentatively, "I came to Gunma Prefecture to get the information I left here to prepare for hospitalization tomorrow. My condition really can't be delayed any longer. Besides, if I miss this opportunity, I may not be able to find a reliable heart surgeon..."

If I could find a way to arrive earlier, I might be able to disrupt the other party's arrangements. During this time, I could also find a more suitable foreign aid...

"You mean, you want to get your stuff here before you go into the hospital today?"

"Yes, it would be best to do it during the day, but that would be disadvantageous to you..." Conan's words became fluent as he kept thinking about the connection between Itakura Taku and the organization.

With so many confidentiality requirements and prescribed procedures for opening an email, Itakura Taku probably had a rough idea of ​​what kind of guy he had offended, so what he said at this time was completely tenable.

"In that case, let's do it at 4 o'clock." Vodka scoffed, thinking it was just another of Itakura Taku's clever tricks to delay delivery. "In four hours, that is, at 4 a.m., bring the items to the address in the email."

"What did you say? 4 hours? You want me, a heart patient, to rush back from Gunma in 4 hours?" Conan raised his voice slightly.

"Why, you don't want to? Then we don't mind asking him to persuade you again..."

"No, no thanks. I'll arrive on time... But I hope the person I'm meeting with is alone. If I see anyone else, I'll destroy the key immediately..."

"It's good that you know what's good for you."

Vodka, who had intimidated the other party with Kumail, was quite satisfied. He hung up the phone directly at this point, indicating that he would not allow any refusal and would not communicate any further.

Thinking of Kumail, that abnormal guy, Vodka put away his smile and made another call.

On the other end, Conan, who was listening to the busy tone on the phone, returned the receiver to its original position with a satisfied smile on his face.

Hooked.

"Shinichi, what are you doing? Are you really going to deliver the things?" After holding it in for a long time, Dr. Agasa finally dared to speak and asked anxiously, "Or are you planning to meet him yourself?"

"We must meet as soon as possible. Before they can really monitor the movements here." Conan said soberly, "The news about Mr. Itakura might get out by daybreak. He really needs heart surgery today, so the only way to make this call justified is to hand over before then..."

Even if it is urgent, it is hard to say how many people the organization will send to monitor the handover site.

As for Conan, the number of people he can actually find to counterattack is actually very limited.

Without any evidence related to the organization, no matter how good the relationship with the Investigation Section is, it is impossible to persuade them to mobilize a large number of people to counter-encircle, not to mention that they are not aware of the nature of the organization, and any action taken may very likely alert the enemy.

The people he could mobilize were only a short list...

"Let's go, Doctor. Let's go back as soon as possible." After wiping off the traces left by the two people, Conan raised his foot and walked out, his fingers nimbly opening the address book on his mobile phone.

There, there is a list of all the people he can currently contact who are most likely to help him.

as well as……

"You guys, are you still watching?" Conan whispered and dialed the number. "This is a rare opportunity, isn't it?"

Thinking of this, he pushed open Itakura Taku's door and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey?"

"Hey, what's going on? Huh? Itakura said he has heart problems and needs surgery today?"

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Tang Ze glanced at his mobile phone, turned his head and signaled to Xingchuan Teru in the driver's seat to start the car and catch up, while he continued to drink vodka over there.

"Hmm, he didn't lie about the hotel. He did have a heart attack, and with a little persuasion from me, it's probably true that his heart was about to explode."

Listening to Kumail's indifferent and absent-minded tone on the other end of the phone, Vodka shook his head.

It's easy to guess what a brutal method Kumail's "a little persuasion" is. Look how scared Itakura Taku was.

He was a guy who was threatened by several codename members in turn. He was not allowed to do his job until he was followed and almost driven crazy.

God knows what Kumail did to such a stubborn technical talent who was forced to write the software timidly and was unwilling to even mention it.

Think about Kumail's past words and deeds... threatening heart patients like this can easily scare them to death.

Vodka was a bit confused about the fact that Kumail scared Takuya Itakura's heart attack. He tutted unhappily and said dissatisfiedly, "You've added unnecessary workload to my inspection. You'll have to deal with the trouble you caused yourself. Come by 4 o'clock, and you can come with me."

After obtaining the key and confirming that the software can run, Itakura Taku can be discarded.

This is not a request for assistance, it means that Kumail is asked to clean up the mess and be responsible for dealing with Itakura Taku.

"Are minors required to work overtime at this hour? This is such a terrible workplace environment..."

"Hurry up." Vodka simply rolled his eyes, taking advantage of the fact that the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see him. "Finish the work early. You still have time to get some sleep."

Go to school during the day, work as a detective after school, and be a killer at night. It sounds like you used to sleep for a long time at night. Working at 4 o'clock is not beyond Kumail's biological clock at all.

And it's clearly you who caused the trouble to others, so don't act as if others have assigned you extra work.

"Alright, alright, you're the senior, and the senior has the final say." Tang Ze sighed in a hypocritical tone, then asked, "How much do you need me to bring? A pistol? A sniper? Anything else?"

Vodka sensed a hint of excitement in his words: "..."

He was just complaining about overtime, but now he directly asked how much firepower was needed. He said that Kumail, who appeared more perfect than the female star Vermouth in front of the public, must be more depressed inside, so he was really a pervert.