Conan’s Corpse Picker

The more he listened, the more Gin felt that there was something wrong with it. Seeing that the Vodka guy turned around without permission, he reached out his hand again in dissatisfaction and put the muzzle of the gun against Vodka's throat: "You are communicating by email just so that you can change the transaction time at any time?"

Vodka was held against the gun again, but he was not as panicked as before: just now he didn't know who was behind him and thought he had encountered some brutal gunman.

But now that it is discovered that the person holding the gun is Brother Gin, things are much easier to handle - Brother likes to poke around with a pistol when talking, which is normal.

Vodka prayed that the unmeasured Xiao Yinbi would not learn this bad habit from his elder brother, while explaining: "Itakura Taku is too suspicious and he is very sensitive, so we chose a relatively secure communication method such as email. Way.

"It's just tonight, no, strictly speaking, it was last night. When I contacted him by email, that timid guy hid in a villa in the mountains of Gunma Prefecture. There was a snowstorm and power outage, and he failed to open the email in time. We That’s why we switched to phone calls.”

As he spoke, he quickly turned around, tore off the box of tape-covered CDs from the locker, and then took it to offer Gin a treasure: "You see, this is the software made by Itakura Taku. He didn't I dare not show up, but fortunately I sent the deposit and software.”

Gin looked at the CD in Vodka's hand, and then at his hand that took off his gloves to tear off the CD, and sneered inwardly.

timid? Now it seems that Takashi Itakura is not timid at all, but is very bold: he specially uses tape to fix the CD at the bottom of the locker, not because of how important the CD is, but for another purpose - the tape It's very thin, so if you want to tear it off, the easiest way is to take off your gloves.

Once you take off the gloves, your fingers will leave some fingerprints on the tape. After that, as long as someone comes to remove the remaining tape from the bottom of the cabinet, the vodka finger will be available on the opposite side...

Tsk-!

Just as he was thinking about it, a tearing sound came.

Gin looked up in confusion and saw Vodka leaning in front of the locker. He stretched out his hand to tear off the remaining tapes on the bottom of the locker one by one, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Then he picked up the glove again, carefully wiped the area he had touched with the back of the glove, and then immediately put the glove back on.

Conan, who was listening carefully behind the cabinet: "..."

Gin was about to teach this careless subordinate a lesson: "..."

A bunch of words of instruction were stuck in his throat, and he was feeling uncomfortable. Vodka had already finished handling the locker and turned around.

Under Gin's faint gaze, the big man's eyes fell on the CD in his hand: "Brother, be careful when you open the CD. If a poisonous needle pops out as soon as you open the box, things will be very bad. ”

Gin: "..."

The Poison Returning Needle, what kind of elastic mechanism can such a flat box contain? This vodka guy may have read too many fantasy novels.

But he was right about one thing. You must be careful when dealing with this box of CDs.

Gin, who was robbed of his lines, was very unhappy and opened the lid of the box. As expected, there was a slightly raised part on the lid of the CD box.

If you don't look carefully, you might not be able to see this abnormality, but at this time it couldn't escape Gin's eyes.

He put on thin gloves, put his fingertips against the raised edge, and lifted it hard. With a soft tearing sound, a white sticker was lifted from the inside of the same-color box lid, revealing a thin black transmitter inside.

Vodka: "..."

"Is this guy Taku Itakura crazy?" Vodka couldn't believe it for a moment, "He was said to be timid and fearful, but he stole my fingerprints and installed a transmitter. This is completely different from the character written in the file - -What the hell is that trash Tequila writing!"

"This was not done by Itakura Taku." Gin tore off the transmitter, threw it to the ground, and crushed it with his kick.

Amidst the clicking sound, he looked down at Vodka's pair of shoe-covered feet, half gratified and half speechless: "That programmer really didn't have such courage, and he only had one face-to-face contact with the members of the organization. From that one meeting, it is impossible to conclude that members of the organization like to wear gloves when operating. "

Vodka came back to his senses and said in hindsight: "In other words, this person who used tape to target me is someone else, and he is someone who has a certain understanding of the organization?"

Gin nodded: "Also, a large temperature difference will stimulate the sympathetic nerves and put a burden on the heart - a person who has a serious heart disease and does not want to die will never run into the mountains of Gunma County despite the heavy snow. Go to the villa.”

"Ah? But the person who called me before was indeed Itakura Taku himself." Vodka recalled the phone call he made just now, and felt a little confused for a moment, "Could it be...could it be that he put an extra phone next to the landline? Are you talking to me on that phone?"

Gin took off his gloves and put the CD case on his palm: "Oh, we can just wait until we find the guy who set the trap and ask him personally about these things."

Vodka reacted for a moment, and after understanding what Brother Gin said, he felt a hair in his back: "You mean..."

Gin showed a cold smile: "He made a fatal mistake - something as small as a CD case will become completely cold after being placed in the locker for a long time. But now, there are residues on it some temperature.”

Vodka understood Gin's implication and broke out in a cold sweat: "That guy came not much earlier than me, and there is only one way to get here, which means that he has been hiding in this storage room since just now!"

Gin: "..."

Although this is what he wanted to say, it is not easy for Vodka to hear these words.

But now is not the time to care about these things.

Gin put away the CD, put on his gloves again, and loaded the gun.

Seeing this, Vodka also hurriedly touched his waist...

Then he showed an embarrassed expression.

After a while, he hesitated and pulled out a...anesthesia gun for self-defense.

Gin: "..."

Vodka: "Brother, I... well, I want to use Itakura Taku's heart disease to silence people, and it's not as useful to bring a real gun as this."

"Shut up." Gin didn't want to pay attention to him, raised his chin and pointed at the opposite side, indicating that this idiot should follow him to flank: tranquilizer gun is tranquilizer gun, think about it, at least this guy didn't take out a knife to pretend to be a murder weapon.

Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then he picked it up again. He held the gun in his hand, and went to the two sides of the cabinet with Gin, searching the rows of cabinets deep in the storage room.