Fujiwara Yuu couldn't help but frown when he heard the time. If he delayed until tomorrow, the news of Itakura Taku's death would likely spread. He thought for a moment, quickly typed a text on his phone, and handed it to Conan.
After seeing this, Edogawa Conan nodded, and then immediately showed his acting skills:
"No, I can't give it to you tomorrow. I'll be hospitalized for a series of medical examinations starting this evening. You know, my heart isn't in good condition to begin with."
"You say that, could it be because the software hasn't been completed yet and you want to delay time?" Vodka frowned vigilantly. The organization has given Itakura Taku a long time. If he can't get the system software now, that gentleman will definitely blame Brother Gin. Humph, we can't let this cunning guy succeed.
"Of course not. I've already made the software."
“So when can you deliver the goods?”
"Probably three or four days, until I'm discharged from the hospital."
Vodka frowned, then thought of a good idea and said with a smile:
"Then meet me at the place I just mentioned at four in the morning, four hours from now."
"Four hours? Can't you just…"
"Mr. Itakura, please don't forget your status. Are you qualified to negotiate with us? Okay, this call ends here. See you in four hours. If you don't show up, you should know the consequences."
The call was hung up, and Edogawa Conan breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at Takashi Sosuke beside him and asked:
"Brother Yingsi, shall we go there now?"
"Well, let's go."
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