A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

Dr. A Li's house.

Conan put the disk containing Itakura Suguru, which he brought back from the murder scene, into his computer and, after looking through it, discovered that it contained Suguru's diary.

Octover 3st

Two men dressed in black suddenly came to my studio looking for me, and the silver-haired guy was particularly rude.

They seemed quite interested in a piece of software I had developed before. However, they left after learning that I wasn't planning to continue researching it due to my failing eyesight.

Conan flipped through Itakura Suguru's diary and found that apart from the first entry about the organization, the rest were just records of his daily work.

"The silver-haired man must be Duago, right? But why is this all there is?" Conan looked at the diary with considerable disappointment. "I thought I could find out what the organization was researching, but I didn't expect there to be only this one entry."

Professor Agasa watched Conan scrolling through his diary with the mouse and suddenly said, "Hey, how can Itakura Suguru be so careless? Leaving such a big blank space in the middle of his diary, doesn't he feel uncomfortable?"

"Hmm??" Conan was reminded by Professor Agasa that Soma Ryusuke had said that Itakura Suguru was a very rigid and meticulous person. His diary should also be very neat and orderly.

Conan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something. He pressed the right mouse button and dragged it across a blank area.

"So that's how these diaries were hidden. Itakura Suguru did this because he was afraid someone would discover something; the person he was guarding against was probably the organization." Conan said, starting from the beginning and carefully examining the contents of the hidden diaries.

Octover 3st

The chess pieces were moved, and the pen on the table was moved 5cm...

Someone broke into my house...

Octover 3st

The office files had been rummaged through...

Someone brought me a bento box, how could I possibly dare to eat it...

The police won't handle this kind of case.

no way,

Because no traces of intrusion were left,

Nothing was stolen...

This is an intrusion log that spans several months.

Octover 9st

If this continues, I'm going to go crazy...

After thinking it over, I realized there were only those two people left. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left a note in the drawer...

Octover 10st

The other party replied very quickly.

The intruder was at the spot where I left the note.

A message was posted...

The only word written on it was 'OK' in red.

And a strange string of phone numbers.

The red characters were probably written in blood.

Maybe it's a warning that I'll lose my life if I leak the secret...

Octover 11st

I didn't dare call the police, so I dialed the number, but a woman answered the phone...

Her requirement was that I finish the software under development within a year, and they were willing to buy it at a high price...

It seems they are companions of the two men who came before.

The diary fully records Itakura Taku's journey from being threatened to compromising, and finally realizing the problem was too big and wanting to run away.

"Silver hair... that must be Duago, right? Then, who is the other man and the woman who contacted him?" Conan pondered after reading the diary. "We are both God and the devil, we must go against the flow of time... what does that really mean?"

Professor Agasa, seeing Conan's thoughtful expression, asked, "So, what should we do now?"

Conan looked at the computer: "Of course we should rush to the location that Itakura Taku mentioned, get the software he made, and then use the computer in the villa to receive emails."

A black Porsche was driving on the Rainbow Bridge, which spans the northern part of Tokyo Bay. Jiang Jin looked at the message from Furuya Rei on his phone, a slight smile playing on his lips. He glanced at Gin in the back seat through the rearview mirror and said, "Boss, Bourbon is with that detective investigating Itakura Taku's death. That guy seems to have found something about the transaction in Itakura Taku's diary. Why don't we have that detective find the software for us, and then take care of him while we're at it?"

In fact, Rei Furuya only told Jiang Jin that Conan had taken away the floppy disk found at the murder scene, and Rei Furuya did not know the contents of the disk.

But Jiang Jin knew that the floppy disk contained Itakura Taku's diary about the transaction with the organization, and he did this only to make the plot proceed smoothly.

Jiang Jin knew that as long as he didn't interfere, Conan would definitely find the software in the villa and go to Xianqiao Station alone, following the original plot.

So this time, whether it's him or Gin, they will definitely open that cabinet door.

“Hmph, detective…” Gin sneered, “He’ll always find out that curiosity killed the cat.”

11:30 PM, Gunma Prefecture.

Professor Agasa drove his Volkswagen Beetle to Itakura Taku's villa on the outskirts of Gunma Prefecture with Conan. Conan found the key under a flowerpot and opened the door.

The villa was very simple, with not many items; besides a computer desk, there was nothing else. Conan walked to the computer desk and quickly found a floppy disk in a drawer.

"It looks like this is what he's going to give to the organization." Conan said, glancing at his watch. "It's almost time."

Conan turned on the old computer on the table.

Half an hour passed, and as the clock struck midnight, the computer suddenly received an email. Conan immediately looked at the email, only to find that it required a key to open.

"Oh no, Itakura Suguru didn't write the password in his diary." Before Conan could even think of what the password might be, the email was automatically deleted 30 seconds later.

"They're really cautious. If the correct password isn't entered within 30 seconds, the email will be automatically deleted." Conan was a little discouraged, wondering if he had missed this opportunity.

Meanwhile, on the terrace of a building hundreds of miles away in Gunma Prefecture.

"Brother, the other side hasn't opened the email," Vodka said, looking at the feedback on his computer.

Jiang Jin sat atop a pile of wooden crates, a candy stick dangling from his mouth, and chuckled, "The other party doesn't know the key, so how could they possibly receive the email?"

Vodka scratched his head, puzzled. "Then why send an email? Didn't they say Itakura Taku is dead? If we want to catch that clueless detective, why don't we just call him, tell him the meeting place, and lure him there?"

"That's obvious. And since he wants to play along, let's play along with that idiot. Vodka, make the call." Gin glanced at the candy stick in Jiang Jin's mouth, then reached out and unwrapped the candy, releasing a sweet lemon scent. Jiang Jin jumped off the wooden crate and said, "Boss, quitting smoking is a must. For your health, you... um!"

Gin shoved the candy into Jiang Jin's incessantly chattering mouth: "So noisy."

"Boss, how could you do this?"

Vodka scratched his head, took out his mobile phone like a tool, dialed, and the phone rang for a long time before being answered. Itakura Taku's voice came from the other end: "Hello, it's me."

Vodka's expression changed slightly as he looked up at Jiang Jin and Gin. Itakura Taku was dead, so how could a dead man answer the phone?

Jiang Jin, holding the candy Gin had shoved into Vodka's mouth, jumped over and took the phone from Vodka's hand: "What just happened? Why didn't you open your emails?"

"Oh, the villa's power is out. I was just fixing the outside switch."

"Who told you to choose such a remote place? The software should be ready by now, right?" Jiang Jin replied, putting on an act.

"Of course, when will we make the deal?"

"Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, at Xianqiao Station. Put your things in the lockers on the second basement level," Jiang Jin said.

On the other end of the phone, Conan checked the time and thought that if it was 10 a.m. the next day, the news of Itakura Suguru's murder might be spread through the news or radio.

"But I need to go to the hospital tomorrow, and it's very difficult to book that surgeon. Could you please schedule it a week later?"

"Sure, you don't need to come back in a week. I'll just go to the hospital to pick it up and collect your body while I'm at it. How about that?" Jiang Jin sneered.

Conan choked up upon hearing this.

“Since I can’t go tomorrow, then I’ll go today. 3 a.m., Shizuhashi Station. If I don’t bring the things, Mr. Itakura, you should know what the consequences will be.”

Without waiting for a reply, Jiang Jin hung up the phone.

Vodka finally spoke up, asking, "Wasn't Ban Chengzhuo dead? How can he still answer the phone? Who was that voice on the other end?"

"Probably some kind of cheap trick like a voice changer," Gin scoffed. "How could someone with a heart condition possibly go out to fix a power switch in this kind of weather, with snow falling heavily? Is he just bored enough to die already? What a stupid excuse."

"They're probably too confident, always thinking we're as stupid as those inexplicable criminals," Jiang Jin couldn't help but complain. "Let's go give that detective a surprise."