Corpse collector in Conan

At this moment, Dr. Agasa pressed the light switch as Conan said.

The surroundings suddenly became bright, and at the same time, Vodka's suspicious voice came from the receiver: "Is there someone next to you?"

Dr. Agasa: "!!!"

Conan's heart also trembled, and he suddenly looked out the window: Could it be that he made a mistake in judgment, and there really were people from the Black Organization hiding around? !

... No, that's not right. The place where Dr. Agasa was was a blind spot for the outside of the window. And if Vodka really saw the lights on in the villa, his first sentence should be "Is there a call?"

So the other party raised this question, it should not be because he saw something, but the sound of Dr. Agasa pressing the light switch, which aroused the other party's vigilance.

Thoughts flashed by, Conan said in the voice of Itakura Taku: "How can there be anyone in this wilderness? It's more like a ghost. Don't scare me."

Vodka: "..." No one? That's not certain. You've been postponing one thing today and another tomorrow. Who knows, one of these times you've delayed someone else's important business, so someone might want to kill you for revenge. The click just now might be a certain death switch being turned on.

You'll die if you want to, but you have to give me the software.

Vodka felt a sense of urgency in his heart to snatch the information from the god of death. He said seriously, "Stop talking nonsense. Come over and trade quickly. I'll only tell you the time and place once, so you'd better listen carefully.

"There is a Kanbashi station under construction in Tokyo. Tomorrow at midnight, go to the bottom floor of the station and find No. 0032 in the coin-operated iron cabinet. Wait for me there. Remember to bring the software with you. "

Conan's heart tightened when he heard the time.

Although the hotel manager is experienced, so are the reporters in Tokyo. Now they are attracted by another case encountered by Jiang Xia and are reporting on it. But once the heat is over, they may pay attention to the hotel where Itakura Taku died again tomorrow.

If Itakura Taku's death is unfortunately reported in the newspaper before midnight tomorrow...

Conan coughed twice: "This time is not good. You know, my heart has deteriorated seriously recently. I have an appointment for surgery and I have to be admitted to the hospital for a physical examination tomorrow afternoon."

Vodka's eyes twitched slightly: "For a major surgery like heart disease, how long will it take for you to be discharged from the hospital? You didn't finish the software and want to find an excuse to delay time. "

Conan: "..." You guessed it right.

But Itakura Taku didn't finish it. What does it have to do with me, Kudo Shinichi?

"Of course it's done. Forget about others, how dare I be perfunctory about your affairs? After all, you are a group of talents who can break into private houses several times without leaving evidence. "Conan made a dissatisfied tone, "Don't get me wrong, I'll give you the things as soon as you are discharged from the hospital."

Vodka: "..." After all, it's still a delay? It's the familiar taste in the work record.

"I can't wait that long." Vodka didn't want to wait until Wu Zo noticed this programmer, things would be troublesome, "Push your operation back for one day, and do it after the transaction tomorrow."

Conan said in a tone of "You are making trouble": "The surgeon is a surgical expert that I have finally made an appointment with. Do you know how full his schedule is? If I postpone it, it will take at least half a year to make an appointment again. I can't hold on until then."

This kind of life-threatening matter cannot be easily compromised, even if it is threatened with his life.

Vodka's head was a circle, but suddenly, he thought of an opportunity for a transaction.

"Then trade before you are admitted to the hospital tomorrow afternoon." Vodka thought for a while, "After dawn, there will be many construction workers in the station. How about this, I'll give you 4 hours - 4 hours later at 4 am, you rush back to Tokyo with the software and go to the place I just mentioned to trade on time. "

Heart patients are very taboo to stay up late and work hard, but Itakura Taku is so seriously ill, and he usually likes to hide around alone, so I don't think he is the kind of person who pays attention to health preservation.

Vodka: "..." And if Itakura Taku rushed all the way back from Gunma Prefecture and suddenly died of illness during the transaction, it would be a double happiness - they can even save the step of silencing him.

"The only thing to pay attention to is that when he dies, I have to withdraw in time and sever my relationship." Thinking of this, Vodka continued to call "Itakura Taku" while tapping the laptop on his knees and sending emails to peripheral members - asking them to strictly guard the station and be alert to all unrelated people approaching.

While Vodka was secretly calculating in his heart.

Opposite, Conan was overjoyed: Vodka actually thought of the same thing as him!

"This, this is too hasty. "He tried to refuse a few times, but finally agreed reluctantly, "Okay, but you have to promise that once the deal is over, you will disappear from my life immediately and never bother me again!"

"No problem." Vodka's conscience didn't hurt at all: You are in the underworld, we are in Tokyo, how can this not be considered a kind of disappearance? As long as Uzo doesn't make trouble, we will never bother you in this life.

"Then see you in 4 hours."

The deal was happily reached, and both parties got a satisfactory result.

But...

Thinking of the vague sound just now, Vodka reminded: "Pay more attention to your surroundings when you go out, don't be plotted against by your clients."

Conan's heart skipped a beat: "!"

...I didn't expect Vodka to be a prophet. But on the bright side, this shows that Itakura Taku's death has nothing to do with the organization, and the possibility of the success of the next action has increased again.

Soon, both parties hung up the phone with their own thoughts.

…

Dr. A Li listened to the whole process with bated breath. At this time, he only felt horrified: "You don't want to bring the software to trade with them - without evidence of their crimes, even if you bring the police, they can't arrest them. You appear in their sight Among them, it will only lead to the silence of those people!"

Conan laughed: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid, and I won't contact them face to face. It's just that this transaction must be done in advance - otherwise, when the black organization knows about Itakura Taku's death after dawn, they will immediately realize that they just talked to him It's not me who made the call. In that case, these guys who value mystery and concealment may disappear again. "

As he spoke, Conan took out his handkerchief and wiped all the places that he and Dr. Ali had touched: "I'll wipe away the traces that we have been here first. Doctor, go and warm up the car - we have to leave here immediately and return. Tokyo."

Dr. A Li looked outside, a little panicked. Not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt like there was a car light on the road in the distance: "But, is it really true that no one is watching us nearby?"