"Eh? What do you mean?"
The silly Vodka, who lowers the average IQ of the organization, turned around with a puzzled look on his face and asked for the answer after hearing what Vermouth said.
“Hmph…”
Vermouth laughed twice and exhaled the smoke from her lungs. "Why don't you do some research on that aspect of history, Vodka?"
"Ah..." After hearing what Vermouth said, Vodka turned his head away a little autistically.
"That's not the point. The problem now is the rain outside." Gin interrupted their conversation: "The complicated environment is bound to affect the plan. If we fail, there will be no next chance."
"Don't worry, according to the weather... it will clear up this morning..."
There was a noise of electricity coming from the receiver, and Conan looked a little unwilling: "Damn, the rain is too heavy, it affects the receiver..."
"Anyway, first tell me what you overheard."
Tang Ze remained calm, and after hearing Tang Ze's calm words, Conan temporarily suppressed his impatience and told Tang Ze the information he had overheard before.
"Oh? There are quite a lot of people this time."
After the other party finished telling the important information, Tang Ze looked at Conan and said, "What do you think about the "DJ" they mentioned and the assassination location "Eddie P"?
"I wonder if this is some kind of secret code within the organization..." Conan hesitated when he said this: "Grayfield..."
"Forget it. If this is really the organization's fixed code, Mingmei and Huibara will definitely tell it."
Tang Ze naturally understood what Conan meant, but he still shook his head and rejected the other party's idea of asking the Miyano sisters for their opinions.
Even if others don't know, how could he not know? There is no such thing as a secret code at all, so asking the two of them will only add to their troubles.
After hearing what Tang Ze said, Conan calmed down and realized that he was "trying everything possible" in desperation.
But if that is not the Black Organization's fixed code, then it proves that there must be a meaning, so Vermouth has the term "hunting ground".
"I need to get closer."
Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but say, "There's too little information right now. I'm just a kid. I won't attract the attention of the Black Organization's spies!"
As Conan said this, he was about to get out of the car, but the next moment Tang Ze pressed him directly into the car.
"A guest has arrived."
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