The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

In fact, what Tang Ze said was a bit unfair to them.

When the cooperation was reached, no one doubted Thomas Sindor's ability. Before the advent of Noah's Ark, no one would have thought that the real technical backbone of Sindor would be a 10-year-old child.

When they later realized the problem, Hiroki Sawada had already been given drugs. In the eyes of the organization, it was even more impossible for him to escape control, and naturally it was impossible to persuade Thomas at this time.

Out of fear and jealousy, Thomas Sindorah overdosed Hiroki Sawada, causing him to choose to end his own life in pain, which was an unexpected result.

But precisely because the organization actually had the opportunity to stop every link in the middle, Tang Ze’s scolding was not wrong.

So Vodka could only hold his breath for a while, pretending not to hear, and pointed to the subway entrance: "The time is almost up, you go to the meeting."

There are actually only two codenamed members in the organization who have actually met Itakura Taku, Tequila and Kumail.

When Vermouth was still Sharon, she knew Taku Itakura, but Taku Itakura was not aware of her identity. Now that her identity as Sharon has been abandoned, there is no way to talk about it anymore.

It is not a bad thing to not expose too many other people, and allowing Kumail to continue to contact is the normal principle of behavior.

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows, but did not refuse and walked ahead towards the subway.

Vodka followed him into a dark subway tunnel, turned on the flashlight, and walked down.

Tang Ze, who did not need a flashlight at all, was several steps ahead of him. In the darkness, his eyes turned from gold to red, and the entire area was clearly visible in his eyes.

Of course, there is also a tarot card hovering in front, spinning quietly.

As would have happened, Conan, unwilling to give up this clue, arrived early and was hiding near the locker, waiting for the opportunity.

Tang Ze smiled and said nothing more. He walked silently with Vodka into the underground passage that had not yet been opened, passed through the locked rolling doors, and headed towards the area where the lockers were located.

Seeing that there was no one else at the door of the target locker, Vodka frowned, pulled out his left hand to look at his watch, very dissatisfied.

"That bastard Itakura really has no sense of time." Vodka clearly had a long-standing grudge against the old pigeon, and he started with a harsh word. "Tequila should have taken the man back directly at that time."

Since no one was there, there was no need for Kumail to contact them alone, so Vodka simply stood in front of the original meeting point.

Just like the people Kumail sent into the organization, creating a case or an accident and making someone disappear takes some effort, but it is not a difficult task for them.

We should have done this earlier, there would be no need to spend so much effort.

Conan, who was trying hard to remain still with his back pressed tightly against the cold cabinet behind him, was alerted when he heard the noise. He immediately turned his head and looked stealthily in the direction of the light source.

Between two rows of lockers, a tall and strong man in black was holding a flashlight and looking around.

Next to him, there was another person dressed in black, who was much taller...

Just as Conan expected.

Conan, feeling his throat dry, tried to control his breathing, raised his fingers and touched the frame of his glasses.

If only I could see clearly...

Just as he was adjusting the focus and zooming in, Vodka's flashlight happened to shine on locker No. 0032.

That is the specific location they agreed with Itakura Taku for delivery.

A check with a corner exposed was stuck in the gap.

As the light source twisted, the person standing next to Vodka disappeared into the darkness again, and Conan couldn't help but grit his teeth.

His glasses have basic infrared functions, but they are not complete night vision devices. They can only be used to identify heat sources and cannot see very clear images.

Somewhat unwillingly, Conan carefully retreated a little to avoid attracting Vodka's attention.

"Check?" Looking at the heading on the paper, Vodka reached out and opened the locker door.

In the station, which has not yet been officially opened, all the equipment is brand new. The lockers are equipped with corresponding keys, making it easy to open any one of them.

After pulling out the check, Vodka looked at the amount on it and clicked his tongue.

"This is exactly the same amount as the deposit we gave him... What does Itakura Taku mean by this?"

Tang Ze, who had been silent all this time, glanced at Conan's hiding place. Without deliberately keeping quiet, he naturally took over the conversation: "What else could it mean? It means that he doesn't want to have anything to do with us."

The boy's voice was clear and bright, with a casual and cold tone.

When not using his business voice, Hoshikawa Teru's voice has a metallic texture. In order to facilitate the mutual use of the identity, Tang Ze did not deliberately change its meaning. The bright and solid voice is particularly penetrating in the quiet night.

Conan's lips trembled slightly, and he pressed even harder against the cabinet behind him.

This voice, as expected, is Goro Akechi... So, the person close to Itakura Taku in the surveillance video...

Although his guess was confirmed, he didn't feel much relieved and turned his attention back to the locker.

"Is this the activation key for the program?" Vodka looked inside the open cabinet door and saw the transparent CD case taped to the bottom. He sneered, "He doesn't think he can escape our control this way, does he?"

Tang Ze chuckled and silently watched the irritable Vodka reach out and pull the CD twice.

Didn't move.

Conan was determined to make sure that anyone who came to take the things could only pick off the tape, so he was quite ruthless. He stuck a circle of light blue strong tape along the four corners of the CD, and even made an extra cross directly on the CD, firmly holding on to the metal paint surface underneath.

Vodka tried again, and felt that if he tried any harder the paint underneath might be pulled up. Frustrated, he took off his gloves and reached out to feel the edge of the tape at the bottom.

"Hello, it's me. That bastard Itakura Taku must still be around. Catch him out..." Vodka ordered the people he had called in tonight. His fingers had already grabbed a piece of tape and started to pull it out. "What did you say? There were only a few drunks and children around? Impossible..."

"Click."

A slight mechanical collision sound was heard, and the cold muzzle of a gun was pushed forward the next second.

"What are you doing? What tricks are you playing?"

A deep, magnetic male voice sounded, but it made people feel even colder than Goro Akechi's voice, which was more penetrating.

Conan quickly withdrew his gaze, not daring to peek in that direction again, for fear that this overly perceptive killer would notice something.

Gin, he finally came.

"Ah, big brother..." Vodka didn't resist the gun pointed at him by Gin. He raised his hand and placed it where the people behind him could see it, indicating that he was harmless. "I called you to report it before..."

"The original time was tomorrow at midnight. Why did you change the time without authorization? What were you thinking?" Gin didn't appreciate it, and didn't put down the gun in his hand. "Did that guy send an email requesting it? All emails to outside the organization must be sent through a one-way anonymous mailbox and be destroyed after reading. No copies of any form are allowed. You violated the rules?"

Under normal circumstances, Itakura Taku should not have any qualifications to make any demands.

It is impossible for the organization's transactions to comply with laws and regulations. It is good enough if you can still breathe a sigh of relief after completing the commission. Any request is unreasonable.

"Impossible, big brother, I always follow the rules." The law-abiding Vodka complained, "It was the other side who didn't follow the instructions. I thought there was something wrong, so I called him immediately. He said that in the original villa, due to unstable voltage due to the weather, the computer couldn't be used. His body was also at its limit. He couldn't make it until tomorrow and needed surgery, so he moved up the transaction time..."

As he spoke, Vodka turned his head slightly, motioning Gin to look at Kumail, who was standing aside watching the fun with an indifferent look on his face.

It's very likely that Itakura Taku's heart disease was caused by this gloating guy. If you have any problems, go to him.

With a sneer, Gin observed his surroundings for a while before slowly putting down the pistol in his hand and releasing the safety.

Vodka breathed a sigh of relief and continued to pull out the CD case he had half lifted. He added, "He's very afraid of death. Although I haven't seen him, I don't think he would dare to fool us in such an important place. If we can't kill him today, he may not be able to get off the operating table alive in this condition..."

Seeing the CD tightly covered with tape, Gin sneered again, then turned his head and looked at Tang Ze, who was crossing his arms with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"You know more about this kind of thing than he does. Why don't you just tell him the risks?"

"Because I still want to see what interesting things Vodka-senpai will do next." Tang Ze used honorifics to express a very impolite meaning, "I will help clean up in the end. You know, Gin-senpai, I am trustworthy."

When you say you are trustworthy, the subtext is very clear.

Simply put, it's about seeing what stupid things Vodka can do.

Vodka's eyes twitched again and he turned his head to look at Tangze, but before he could say anything, Gin took the CD box directly into his hands.

"You solve his puzzle for him, great detective."

"We use tape because it's difficult to tear with gloves on. To avoid leaving marks, you have to take your gloves off and rip it directly. Even if you wipe off the tape and glue marks, your fingerprints will likely remain on the cabinet because you've taken off your gloves." Tang Ze spread his hands. "When you have to take off your gloves to touch something, you must be prepared. This is basic training."

Fingerprint cleaning is one of the compulsory courses for professional criminals, but it is only used in serious crimes.

A murderer would certainly be careful at the scene and would not dare to leave any biological information pointing to himself. However, if it was just a small matter like theft, the criminal would probably not be so cautious.

When one is not on guard, fingerprints are easy to obtain as evidence, and Conan grasped this psychology very correctly.

"One more." Gin turned the muzzle of his gun downwards, pointing at the cigarette butt still between Vodka's fingers.

"Well, cigarette filters are made of a special material, and the tiny, dense pores are perfect for storing biological information. The DNA in some cigarette butts can still be extracted after more than ten years, which is longer than most materials." Tang Ze then added, "If you don't handle it carefully, then next time, Gin-senpai's mission will be to get rid of you."

Gin watched Vodka shudder, carefully put the cigarette butt towards himself, picked up the thin and transparent CD case again, and looked at it carefully.

"The key appears to be fine for now. However, it must be handed over to the technical department for processing before use."

Itakura Taku's skills are still very strong. No one knows whether he has left some backdoors in it, or whether he deliberately makes things difficult and refuses to cooperate with their acceptance.

They can include tracking software in their emails, and of course, so can Itakura Taku.

Abandoning a computer room or technical department's server for a small software engineer would be a huge loss.

Tang Ze shrugged, bent down and took out two things from the suitcase, then stepped forward to clean the cabinet in front of him.

Watching him use organic solvents to clean up the entire cabinet, including all the places that might be touched, along with the tape marks, Vodka couldn't help but feel a little scared and clenched his teeth: "Itakura Taku, you really are a bastard..."

His fear was not only about being almost plotted against, but also about Kumail.

The conversation between Gin and the other party just now showed that Kumail had seen certain problems from the very beginning. In his own words, this is the basic skill of a detective.

But not only did he not remind her, he deliberately took a half step back and let Vodka handle everything.

If Gin hadn't arrived, there was a high probability that Kumail would not have helped to clean up the mess at all, but would have just gloated over and let him suffer the conspiracy without realizing it. In the end, because of this negligence, his identity was exposed and he even lost his life.

This guy even mocked himself for not doing well in basic training!

The damned Itakura Taku, and of course, Kumail...!

"It wasn't Itakura Taku who did it." Gin denied without a second thought, "It's hard to say who answered your call. The huge temperature difference is very stressful on the heart. He was in a state where he was going to die without surgery. He wouldn't run to the villa in Gunma Mountain in the snow."

"Then, the one who was talking to me..."

"The communication was transferred, or the person who answered your call was not Itakura. You are not familiar enough with him, so you can't tell if his voice is slightly different." Gin looked at the object in his hand, lifted a corner of his glove, touched the CD case, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. "However, there is still a chance to make amends."

As he spoke, he handed the CD box to Tang Ze who had finished wiping the cabinet.

Taking the CD case and wiping it together, Tang Ze imitated him, touching the case, and then answered directly: "It's warm. This thing was put in there not long before we got here."

"No matter where Itakura Taku found this clever helper...something went wrong with this person." Gin pulled out his Beretta and reloaded. "He must still be nearby."