Chapter 2814-2826 [Organization Secrets and Diary]

Vodka grabbed the phone and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant: He was about to trade with Itakura Taku, so how come news related to Jiang Xia suddenly popped up at this time?

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

After seeing the layout clearly, Vodka breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, fortunately, this background is obviously not a high-end hotel. It seems that Uzo has not noticed Itakura Taku, nor has he realized his mission.

"Although the timing is a bit coincidental, to be fair, that guy encounters murders every other day, and I can't finish reading his case reports while eating. Just because the two things 'Jiang Xia encountered a murder' and 'I am carrying out a critical mission' happened at the same time, it seems too coincidental... This seems to be a bit paranoid."

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

As he watched, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Doctor Shinde is here too." Vodka's heart finally settled down. "If I have something to play with, Uzo won't have time to mess with other innocent cadres. I've been really lucky lately."

The success rate of the mission has once again increased significantly.

After looking at the watch, Vodka stood up and prepared to start his new day with full energy.

…

On the other side, 20 minutes ago.

A certain fake elementary school student was touching his pocket, feeling very happy.

"In my pocket. I can feel it, it's lying quietly in my pocket right now." Conan held the thin disk, feeling more excited than holding his first love, "So many... so many weeks have passed, and I finally got the clue of that organization!"

"Then I just need to go home and read its contents, and I will be able to find out more information. Sooner or later, I will bring that hateful organization to justice and take back my identity as Kudo Shinichi."

As soon as he got off the bus, Conan ran to Dr. Agasa's house as fast as he could. He jumped in stealthily from the window, and was worried that Jiang Xia would be standing in front of him and smiling at him as soon as he landed... Fortunately, there wasn't one.

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

"He's not here. Do you need him for something?" Dr. Agasa gulped down a sip of tea. "Ten minutes ago, I heard Xiao Ai call and said that Jiangxia encountered a murder case on the way and she will not be back for dinner tonight."

"Murder?" Conan was stunned, and recalled belatedly: before running onto the bus, he seemed to have heard some strange noises.

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

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

The elementary school student detective felt a little regretful at first, but then he came to his senses: "No, this is a good thing for me now - Jiang Xia is busy investigating the case, so I have a chance to carefully examine this disk, right?"

After realizing this, Conan didn't dare to delay any longer and immediately walked to the computer. At the same time, he remembered something and looked around vigilantly.

Not noticing Jiang Xia's little eyeliner, he whispered to Dr. Agasa to confirm: "Where's Huiyuan? Not at home either?"

Dr. Agasa pointed to the bathroom and said, "He's taking a bath. He just went in. It will probably take a while for him to finish his bath."

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

After inserting the disk, Conan flicked his fingers, dragged the progress bar, and soon found the records from two years ago that he had been dreaming of.

“Here!”

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

[March 6

Cleaned the office.

What bad luck! I sprained my waist. If I had known, I would have hired someone to clean it.]

[March 7

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

It looks like he has his eyes on the software that is being developed.

I told him I wasn't going to continue with the project because of my worsening eyesight, and he turned and walked away.

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

The comment "all in black from head to toe" made Conan perk up. A certain intuition told him: There's no doubt that the person Itakura Taku encountered must be someone from the Black Organization!

Conan: "..." But wait, what does "he just turned and left" mean? What's the follow-up? Is this the only thing you have with them?

Conan swiped the mouse and kept turning the pages. However, the following diary was just the ordinary daily life of a rogue programmer, so ordinary that it made people sleepy.

"That's it?" After flipping through the pages for a while, Conan couldn't help but collapse in his chair. "I risked being suspected by the police and being beaten by Jiang Xia, and worked hard for two hours, and this is what I got?"

Dr. Agasa was also watching curiously. After watching for a while, he couldn't help muttering, "This Itakura Taku must be very careless. Some of the diaries are only separated by two lines, and some are separated by half a page. It makes me feel uncomfortable - can't he just do the layout? It's just a matter of clicking a few more times."

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 desk were slightly tilted, he would get furious - would such a person really allow his diary to become such a messy format?"

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 it.

As he made his selection, lines of white text suddenly appeared on the blue background.

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

The passage Conan selected was from February 20 of a certain year, and the text on it was shocking:

[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 go to such trouble?"

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 discovering the problem."

Dr. Agasa sighed: "He actually guessed that you would steal his diary. What a brilliant plan."

"?" Conan corrected the unreliable old man's train of thought, "First of all, I didn't steal it. Secondly, the people he was guarding against were 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 Takugan met the Kansai man. He pressed Select All, making all the hidden white text appear.

(End of this chapter)