Conan’s Corpse Picker

Vodka grabbed the phone, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind: He was about to trade with Itakura Zhuo. At this time, why did news related to Jiang Xia suddenly appear?

He turned on the screen anxiously, and suddenly, a photo of the scene jumped into his eyes.

After seeing the layout clearly, Vodka breathed a sigh of relief: OK, OK, this background doesn't look like a high-end hotel. It seems that Uzo hasn't noticed Itakura Taku or his mission.

"Although the timing is a bit coincidental, to be fair, that kid encountered murder cases every two days, and I couldn't finish reading his case reports - just because of the two cases of 'Jiangxia encountered a murder case' and 'I am on a key mission' It seems too coincidental that things happened at the same time...it seems like there is something wrong. "

Having said that, Vodka still did not dare to be careless and continued to read the report seriously.

Looking at it, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"The new doctor is here too." Vodka's suspended heart dropped completely. "With something to play with, Uzo doesn't have time to torment other innocent cadres - I've been really lucky recently."

The success rate of the mission has increased significantly again.

After looking at his watch, Vodka stood up, energetically ready to start his new day.

…

On the other side, 20 minutes ago.

A certain fake primary school student felt his pocket and was in a great mood.

"In my pocket. I can feel it, it is lying quietly in my pocket now." Conan hugged the thin disk, feeling more excited than holding his first love, "So much... so much Weeks passed, and I finally caught a clue to that organization!”

"As long as I go home and read the contents, I will be able to find out more information. Sooner or later, I will bring that abominable organization to justice and take back my identity as Kudo Shinichi."

After getting off the bus, Conan ran as fast as he could to Dr. Ali's house. He jumped in from the window sneakily, worried that as soon as he landed, there would be a Jiang Xia standing in front of him with a smile on his face... Fortunately, there wasn't.

There was only Dr. Ali in the room. Conan looked at this honest old man and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he asked guiltily: "Is Jiang Xia not here?"

"No, you have something to ask him for?" Dr. Ali took a sip of tea, "I heard Xiao Ai call 10 minutes ago, saying that there was a murder case on the way to Jiangxia and he won't be back for dinner tonight."

"Homicide?" Conan was startled, and later he recalled: before running onto the bus, he seemed to have heard some strange noises.

But it was a remote suburb, and it was normal to see strange noises. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now...

"I actually missed a case that happened right in front of me?"

The elementary school detective felt a little regretful at first, but then came to his senses: "No, for me, this is a good thing now - Jiang Xia is busy investigating the case, won't I have the opportunity to carefully check this disk? "

After wanting to understand this, Conan did not dare to delay any longer and immediately walked to the computer. At the same time, he remembered something and looked around warily.

Not seeing Jiang Xia's little eyeliner, he confirmed in a low voice to Dr. A Li: "Where is Haiyuan? He's not at home either?"

Dr. A Li pointed to the bathroom: "I'm taking a bath. I just got in. It will probably take a while to finish."

"That's great." Conan felt more and more lucky that he was lucky. He ran towards a room and said, "I'll use the computer in your study."

Plugging in the disk, Conan flicked his finger, dragged the progress bar, and quickly found the record he had dreamed of two years ago.

"Here!"

On the screen, the diary written by Itakura Taku in March two years ago was displayed:

[March 6

Cleaned up the office.

Unlucky enough, I twisted my waist. If I had known earlier, I would have hired someone to clean it. ]

[March 7

A man with a Kansai accent suddenly came to the door.

It seems that he is eyeing the software that is being developed.

I told him I didn't plan to continue the project because of my deteriorating eyesight, and he walked away.

That guy was dressed in black from head to toe. He was so scary. I really didn’t want to see him a second time. ]

The comment "dressed in black from head to toe" made Conan perk up. Some kind of intuition shouted in his mind: There is no mistake, the person Itakura Zhuo met must be the person from the black organization!

Conan: "..." But wait, what does "he just turned around and left" mean? What’s next? Do you only have this little entanglement with them?

Conan moved the mouse and kept turning down the pages. However, the following diary is completely the ordinary daily life of a rogue programmer. It is so ordinary that it makes people sleepy.

"That's it?" After flipping through it for a while, Conan couldn't help but slumped in his chair, "I risked being suspected by the police and being slapped by Jiang Xia, and worked hard for two hours to get something like this?"

Dr. Agasa was also watching curiously. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but murmured: "This Itakura Taku must be quite sloppy at ordinary times. Some diaries are separated by only two lines, and some are separated by half a page. It made me feel uncomfortable - couldn't he just make a layout, it was just a matter of a few clicks."

Conan was startled and suddenly sat up: "Yes! I remember the three clients who knew him said that Itakura Taku had obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even if the documents on the table were slightly knocked askew, he would get angry because of it—— Would such a person really let his diary become such a mess? "

Thinking of this, he moved his mouse away from the progress bar, pointed to the large blank space between the two diary entries, and pressed and dragged.

As he selected, lines of white fonts suddenly appeared on the blue background.

——In the midst of those ordinary and sleepy daily lives, Itakura Taku quietly wrote a diary entry in white text. This is what he really wants to record!

The section Conan selected was the content of February 20th of a certain year, and the text on it was frightening:

[So tired.

If this continues, sooner or later I will be killed by them. ]

Dr. Agasa was stunned: "Isn't this his personal diary? Why did he do such a troublesome thing?"

Conan: "Maybe he guessed that someone would peek at his electronic diary. And handling it like this can provide an additional cover-up to prevent others from easily finding out the problem."

Dr. Agasa sighed: "He actually guessed that you would steal his diary. It's really a brilliant plan."

"?" Conan corrected the unreliable old man's brain circuit, "First of all, I didn't steal it, and secondly, the person he was guarding against was not me - it must be those black crows who wanted him to make software."

Without time to explain more, Conan immediately pulled the diary back to the day when Itakura Takugang met the Kansai man. He pressed Select All, making all the hidden white text appear.