On March 7, a tall man with a distinct Osaka accent suddenly approached me and said he was very interested in a program I had developed before.
But when I told him that my eyesight had deteriorated due to an eye disease and I no longer planned to continue developing it, I left decisively after I went down...
That man dressed in all black... I hope I don't have to see him again in the future...]
"Damn it, why is there only this one diary..."
Conan scratched his head in annoyance. "The rest of the diary entries don't mention tequila anymore... Was it all a waste of time?"
All we know is that the Black Organization is interested in a program developed by Itakura-san, but there's no important information at all..."
"Don't jump to conclusions." Tang Ze pointed to a blank space in the diary on the computer and said, "First, move your mouse to the blank space, then use your left mouse button to select the blank space and highlight it..."
[I'm so tired... If this continues... I might get killed one day...]
"Is it a hidden text?!"
Conan's expression brightened when he saw the words appearing on the screen, "Yeah, why didn't I think of this? If you want to hide certain words, just use the same color as the background, and it will be hidden!
If that's the case, then there must be some very important information in it, which is why Mr. Itakura was afraid that someone would steal his diary, so he tampered with the key information... Thank you!
Although this little trick is very popular in later generations and any child who is good at computers knows it, it was still popular at that time.
Apart from anything else, Inspector Megure probably doesn't even know how to turn on a computer. It's natural that these somewhat "high-end" techniques can stump people.
Well, there is also a small solution to the problem of the times.
"Ten days after Tequila came to see Mr. Itakura, hidden texts began to appear..." Conan operated the computer and revealed the contents of the blank spaces one by one.
On March 26th, the pen on the table moved another 5 centimeters... Someone had indeed sneaked into my studio...
On April 15th, someone broke into my house while I was away. Nothing was stolen, and there weren't even any traces left. The police definitely won't handle this kind of case...
On June 11th, I couldn't stand this anymore. I paid for a new front door lock and installed hidden cameras throughout the house, but still nothing happened...
July 6th, who the hell is that?! Bastard! Get out of here now!
December 19th, I'm so tired... If this continues... I'm afraid even if I don't get killed, I'll be driven crazy...
On January 6th, to escape this horrifying horror, I wrote a note on my desktop to the intruder, saying, "I am willing to accept your terms."
On January 8th, the other party responded surprisingly quickly. The unknown intruder left a message on my desk...
There was only "OK" written in bright red on the piece of paper, and a somewhat strange phone number.
The red "paint" looks like blood, and its meaning is very clear. If I dare to tell anyone, I'm afraid I'll be killed immediately...]
[On January 23, I hesitated and was confused for a long time. In the end, I did not choose to call the police, but instead dialed that strange phone number.
What I didn't expect was that the person on the other end of the line was actually a woman. Her attitude and tone of voice were as strong as a queen who was high above and in control of everything...
She asked me to complete the program in development within a year, and said they could buy it for a high price...
I think she might be the companion of the burly man with an Osaka accent.
On February 13th, our communication method changed to email. I made two conditions: the first was to transfer my compensation to my account, and the second was to stop harassing me in the future...
December 22nd, no... I still can't do it!! My decision to abandon this program wasn't just due to my failing eyesight, but also for the sake of humanity...
"For, for all mankind?" Conan looked at the content in front of him, and his expression became solemn.
The other party's tone didn't sound like a joke, so the words "for the sake of all mankind" seemed a bit heavy.
"Next is the last one..." With the operation of the mouse, the most important content was revealed in front of the two people.
On February 9th, the deadline for the transaction was approaching. I planned to hide the unfinished program and the check for my previous compensation next to the computer in the villa, and then flee abroad...
The email informing me of the delivery time and location will be sent to me at 12:00 AM five days from now. I must take advantage of this gap to escape...]
"Great!" Conan clenched his fists. "This diary entry was written four days ago. That means the Black Organization will send an email with the transaction information in three hours!"
"It seems like this Itakura has already planned to run away."
Tang Ze sighed as he looked at the email, "That's why he took on three development jobs at once. I'm afraid he was just trying to prepare for his escape overseas. But this attempt to raise funds also killed him..."
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