Chapter 2802-2814 [Red Undercover - Tequila]
"this……"
The hotel staff looked at Room 2004 and was a little hesitant - even if it was a relative visiting, it seemed not appropriate to open the guest's door without permission.
But remembering that the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door has been hanging for a while, what if the guest inside really has some underlying disease...
After hesitating for a moment, the hotel staff finally took out the universal room card and helped them open the door.
As soon as a few people entered the room, the staff immediately closed the door and left: This was what the kid asked for, if the guests are dissatisfied with this... just give him a good beating, it has nothing to do with the hotel.
The door clicked shut.
Several clients who came in smiled with satisfaction.
The fashionable man touched Conan's head and praised: "Little brother, you are really smart."
The Mediterranean man glanced around the room and his eyes quickly stopped at one spot: "Here! This bastard, we've been looking for him until our hair almost fell out, and he actually had the nerve to leisurely lie on the desk and sleep."
As they spoke, the three clients walked over aggressively: "Mr. Itakura, wake up, it's time to work."
Itakura Taku lay in front of the table, motionless.
The clients looked at this guy pretending to sleep, their eyebrows twitched slightly, and they reached out to push him.
With a heavy push, the person lying on the table tilted stiffly to one side, eventually losing his balance and falling to the ground with a thud.
As he fell, his face was suddenly revealed - it was a face distorted with pain. Itakura Taku had his eyes wide open, foam coming out of his mouth, his hands folded on his chest, and he looked like he was already dead.
“…”
"?!!!"
“Mr. Itakura——!!”
…
Jiang Xia walked past the three clients, went to Itakura Taku, squatted down and looked at him.
Then he shook his head helplessly: "It's been almost a day since I died."
Hearing this, the clients' hearts skipped a beat, but not too much: they had already anticipated it when Itakura Taku fell down just now - this man looked hard.
Mediterranean looked at Itakura covering his heart, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Conan: "You just said... he had a heart attack, how did you know?"
Conan: “…”
——He just wanted to make his words sound serious and trick the staff into opening the door, but he didn't expect his words to come true. The man actually died, and it looked like he died of a sudden acute illness.
Seeing that the three clients were looking at Conan with increasingly strange eyes, Jiang Xia stood up and wiped his hands: "Let's call the police first."
…
It took a while for the police to arrive.
Two minutes later, the clients finally recovered from the shock of seeing the corpse and began to look elsewhere.
There was a medicine bottle tilted on the table, with the bottle cap lying next to it and some of the pills in the bottle spilling out.
The fashionable young man looked at the bottle and sighed, "I thought Mr. Itakura said he had a bad heart just to find an excuse to delay the construction. I didn't expect he really had a bad heart. From the looks of it, he must have died because of an illness and didn't have time to take medicine."
Mushroom Head said speechlessly: "You have a heart disease and you dare to hide away and live alone. Isn't this just looking for trouble?"
Conan also looked at the dead clue in front of him, feeling extremely disappointed and not knowing what to say for a moment.
However, as he watched, his eyes suddenly fixed: It feels a bit strange... No, this man did not die of a heart attack, but of a murder!
"Could it be that Itakura Takuto is hiding not only to avoid those clients, but also to avoid the Black Organization?"
A thought flashed through Conan's mind, making him perk up: "I remember the mushroom-head client said that when he passed by that member of the Kansai organization two years ago, the other party said to Itakura Taku, 'You are no longer useful' - isn't this a preposition to silencing someone?"
"It's been two years, but they're only now silencing Itakura Taku. This organization is unexpectedly patient. Or is there some inside story that I don't know about?"
Conan paced back and forth, feeling excited: "No matter what, as long as they have been here, they will leave traces - I have seen members of the organization before, but at that time I had no evidence and could not ask the police to arrest them. I could only watch them slip away from under my nose.
"But this time it's different! This time they may have killed a programmer." Conan's heartbeat became more and more intense:
"As long as I find evidence and ask the police to arrest the person before the organization kills him, I can effectively detain a member of the Black Organization. If he stays in jail for a long time, do you still worry that he won't leak information about the organization?"
Thinking of this, Conan stood up and looked around with sharp eyes.
Soon, his eyes stopped on a suitcase next to him.
The zipper of the suitcase was open, and through the opening, one could see a lot of things placed in a mess inside.
One of the disks was also there, with a label on it that said "Diary".
"Itakura Taku actually has the habit of writing his diary on a disk?"
In an instant, Conan felt like a pie fell from the sky and hit him in front of him.
"Although the disk's capacity is small, it can record a lot of text. This disk also looks quite old - if I'm lucky, maybe I can find the record of Itakura Taku's contact with the member of the Kansai organization two years ago."
"That organization must have wanted to ask Itakura Taku to make something. This way, I can figure out the ultimate purpose of that organization."
——This disk must be obtained!
…
Conan was secretly excited.
Next to him, Jiang Xia drank his empty coffee and looked down at this mini classmate who was walking around next to the corpse, sometimes with a gloomy expression, and sometimes with excited fists.
Soon his eyes followed Conan's line of sight and fell on the disk.
"If I remember correctly, there is a written record of Tequila's visit to Itakura Taku."
Thinking of the former colleague who only left an ordinary shikigami after his death, Jiang Xia shook his head in disdain and became worried about the organization's interview standards.
——Comrade Tequila had two actions. In one of them, he was killed by a passerby murderer as soon as he appeared, causing the organization to almost lose a transaction amount and the transaction list. In the other, he failed to see through the mystery in Itakura Taku's diary, exposing the organization's struggle goals... He lived like a short-lived Red Army undercover.
"Is a tall stature and a fierce expression also one of the criteria for the organization to select cadres?"
Jiang Xia thought about it briefly, but couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother to care about it anymore.
He remembered another thing: "If I remember correctly, after Tequila died, the next person in charge of the transaction with Itakura Taku... was my dear colleague, Mr. Vodka."
(End of this chapter)
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