After closing the door, Guangyou walked to his desk.

Ai had already placed her laptop on the desk and turned it on.

Guangyou sat down and said, "Thanks."

Ai pointed to a file folder on the desk filled with information about Cheng Zengjian and asked Guangyou, "What's in this file folder?"

"You can open it and take a look, it's fine."

Guangyou's gaze moved back and forth across the computer screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. "It's just some information."

He now needs to search online; this kind of website requires specific methods, involving multiple layers of proxies to access the URL.

In those days, the regulation of such websites was not so strict; as long as you knew the methods, it wasn't difficult to get in.

Once you choose to enter this website, your appearance, identity, age, gender, and nationality will cease to exist; your identity will become one word—anonymous.

Some say that only 4% of the information on the internet is searchable by ordinary people, while the remaining 96% is hidden in places that cannot be seen.

The website is filled with gore, darkness, violence, and pornography, but there are also a tiny bit of things that look normal.

For example, you can buy the original, genuine product of a certain luxury brand here at an extremely low price.

Where do these goods come from?

Those vendors obtained credit card information through illegal channels. Unable to withdraw cash, they could only convert it into cash through purchases, and they even went so far as to kindly assure customers to buy with confidence, etc.

Some fragile people's worldview will collapse after just a few minutes of browsing.

Before long, Guangyou entered a seemingly normal forum with a very simple black-themed interface.

However, the partitions and content above are somewhat incorrect.

Guangyou was already indifferent to the above content. He skillfully registered a forum account, deposited some money into the account, and started a thread.

The post was simple: offering a reward for detailed information about Kenzo Narumi, a member of the Kumamoto Prefectural Assembly in Japan.

This post is worth several hundred dollars; after all, information isn't something you can just pick up anywhere.

"On this website..."

Ai's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief; this was beyond her imagination.

Kōyū turned around, looked at Ai, and said seriously, "Don't look, it's not good for you."

After all, you can buy anything you can imagine on these websites: food, weapons... even people.

He didn't want Ai to come into contact with these things, as they might become addictive once she did.

If you want to know all the information about someone, you can, just pay.

If someone offends you and wants revenge, fine, just pay them.

This is the reality of websites like this in this day and age.

Even in my previous life, this situation remained unchanged.

It's ironic, really. The technology that these websites rely on was originally developed by Americans, and it wasn't initially designed to protect privacy, or rather, it wasn't designed to protect the privacy of ordinary people.

In the end, this technology became one of the biggest concerns for Americans.

These websites are not without instances of being shut down; it's just that as soon as one is taken down, a whole bunch of others appear.

It has a kind of "If I fall, thousands of others will rise" spirit.

After sending these messages, Guangyou shut down the website and checked whether the computer system environment was secure and whether there were any signs of intrusion.

After confirming several times that nothing was wrong, Guangyou shut down the computer.

Is this website legitimate?

Xiao Ai hesitated for a moment. She was just a researcher in the organization and had no opportunity to come into contact with such websites. She might have heard of such websites, but they were just things she hadn't really heard about.

Guangyou glanced at her and nodded: "It's all true."

A few seconds later, the two seemed to reach a tacit understanding, keeping quiet about what had just happened and instead discussing the contents of the file folder.

Kōyū glanced at the file folder in Ai's hand and said, "This shouldn't be all of it."

Tamura is just an ordinary person, and it's already quite impressive that he was able to collect this much information. To expect to know everything from Tamura is simply wishful thinking.

Ai looked through the records and sighed, "This person is a parasite on humanity. If all officials were like this, the world would be doomed."

Guangyou nodded in agreement, but it's impossible to completely eliminate this kind of person, and he didn't know whether to call it a tragedy.

Ai Haibara's words at the Cocoon press conference a while ago can be perfectly applied to Kenzo Narumi.

"You should go to sleep."

Guangyou glanced at his watch and suggested, "We can go for a walk around the neighborhood tomorrow morning."

Do you want me to stay?

Suddenly, Ai smiled at Kyou.

Guangyou raised an eyebrow and said, "Is that alright?"

"certainly..."

Ai suddenly stood up and said lightly, "No."

After saying that, she walked out the door and went back to her and Ayumi's room.

Guangyou chuckled and shook his head before climbing into bed.

Because the match was in the afternoon, Kōyū got up at six in the morning and stayed in bed until after eight, until Ai knocked on the door and he got up to change his clothes.

"Good morning."

After greeting her, Kōyū walked beside Ai. "Have you had breakfast?"

Ai shook her head: "No, I just got up too."

During dinner, Kōyū ran into Conan and his friends.

They were wearing their competition clothes and getting ready to exercise in a nearby park in preparation for the afternoon's final.

Guangyou is currently quite relaxed. He has already checked the laptop that Xiao Ai left in his room last night and found that someone has accepted the order. He can get what he wants this afternoon.

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