Chapter 2821 2833 [Reverse Enhanced Vodka]
At this moment, Dr. Agasa pressed the light switch as Conan said.
The surroundings suddenly became bright, and at the same time, Vodka's suspicious voice came from the receiver: "Is there someone next to you?"
Dr. Agasa: “!!!”
Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked out the window: Could it be that he made a mistake in his judgment, and there really were people from the Black Organization hiding around? !
...No, that's not right. Dr. Agasa's location is a blind spot to the outside of the window. And if Vodka really saw the lights on in the villa, his first sentence should be "Is there a call?"
So the other party asked this question not because he saw something, but because of the sound of Dr. Agasa pressing the light switch, which aroused the other party's vigilance.
Conan's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he said in Itakura Taku's voice: "How can there be people in this remote place? It's more like a ghost. Don't scare me."
Vodka: "..." No one? That's not necessarily true. You've been delaying someone's important work, so someone might want to kill you for revenge. The click just now might be a death switch being turned on.
You can die, but you have to give me the software.
Vodka felt a sense of urgency in his heart to snatch the information from the Grim Reaper. He said seriously, "Stop talking nonsense and come over to trade quickly. I will only tell you the time and place once, so you must listen carefully.
"There is a Kanbashi station under construction in Tokyo. Tomorrow at midnight, go to the bottom floor of the station and find the coin-operated locker No. 0032. Wait for me there. Remember to bring the software with you."
When Conan heard the time, his heart also tightened.
Although the hotel manager is experienced, the reporters in Tokyo are equally experienced - now their attention is attracted by another case encountered by Jiang Xia and they are reporting on that side, but once the heat passes, they will most likely pay attention to the hotel where Itakura Taku died again tomorrow.
If before midnight tomorrow, Itakura Taku's death is unfortunately reported in the newspaper...
Conan coughed twice: "This time is not good. You know, my heart has been deteriorating recently. I have an appointment for surgery and I have to be admitted to the hospital for a physical examination tomorrow afternoon."
Vodka's eyes twitched slightly: "For a major surgery like heart disease, how long will it take for you to be discharged from the hospital? You haven't finished the software yet, so you're looking for an excuse to delay."
Conan: “…” You guessed it right.
But Itakura Taku hasn't finished it yet, what does this have to do with me, Kudo Shinichi?
"Of course I've done it. Forget about others, but I don't dare to be perfunctory about your affairs. After all, you are a group of people who can break into private houses several times without leaving any evidence." Conan said in a dissatisfied tone, "Don't get me wrong, I will give you the things as soon as you are discharged from the hospital."
Vodka: "..." After all, it's still going to be cancelled? Sure enough, it's still the familiar taste in the work record.
"I can't wait that long." Vodka didn't want to wait too long. If he delayed until Uzo noticed this programmer, things would be troublesome. "Postpone your surgery for a day. Do it after the transaction is completed tomorrow."
Conan said in a tone of "you are being unreasonable": "The surgeon is a master surgeon that I managed to schedule with great difficulty. Do you know how full his schedule is? If I postpone it, it will take at least half a year to schedule another one. I can't hold out until then."
This is a matter of life and death, and he cannot give in easily, even if he is threatened with his own life.
Vodka was confused, but suddenly he thought of a trading opportunity.
"Then trade tomorrow afternoon before you go to the hospital." Vodka thought for a moment, "After daybreak, there will be a lot of construction workers at the station. How about this, I'll give you four hours - four hours later at 4 a.m., you rush back to Tokyo with the software and go to the place I just mentioned to trade on time."
Heart patients are very averse to staying up late and overworking, but Itakura Taku is so seriously ill and usually likes to hide around alone. I guess he is not the kind of person who pays attention to health preservation.
Vodka: “…” And if Itakura Taku traveled all the way back from Gunma Prefecture and suddenly died of illness during the transaction, it would be a double blessing - they could even save the step of silencing him.
"The only thing to note is that when he dies, I have to evacuate in time and distance myself from him." Thinking of this, Vodka continued to talk to "Itakura Taku" on the phone while typing on the laptop on his knees and sending emails to peripheral members - asking them to strictly guard the station and be alert to any unrelated people approaching.
Vodka was secretly calculating in his heart.
On the other side, Conan was overjoyed: Vodka actually had the same idea as him!
"This, this is too hasty." He tried to refuse a few times, but finally agreed reluctantly, "Okay, but you have to promise that once the deal is over, you will immediately disappear from my life and never bother me again!"
"No problem." Vodka's conscience was not hurt at all: You are in the underworld, and we are in Tokyo, how can this not be considered a kind of disappearance? As long as there is no Uzo to make trouble, we will never bother you in this life.
"Then see you in four hours."
The transaction was concluded happily and both parties got satisfactory results.
but……
Thinking of the vague sound just now, Vodka reminded: "Be more careful about your surroundings when you go out, don't let your clients plot against you."
Conan's heart skipped a beat: "!"
...I didn't expect Vodka to be a prophet. But on the bright side, this shows that the death of Itakura Taku has nothing to do with the organization, and the possibility of the success of the next action has increased again.
Soon, both sides hung up the phone with their own thoughts.
…
Dr. Agasa held his breath and listened to the whole thing. He was terrified at this moment: "You are not going to trade with them with the software - without evidence of their crimes, even if you bring the police, they can't arrest you. If you appear in their field of vision, they will only kill you!"
Conan laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I won't meet them face to face. It's just that this deal must be made in advance - otherwise when the Black Organization knows about Itakura Taku's death after daybreak, they will immediately realize that the person who called him just now was not him. In that case, these guys who value mystery and concealment will probably disappear again."
As he spoke, Conan took out a handkerchief and wiped all the places he and Dr. Agasa had touched: "I'll wipe off the traces of our visit here first, Dr., you go warm up the car - we have to leave here immediately and return to Tokyo."
Dr. Agasa looked outside, feeling a little nervous. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt like there was a car light on the road in the distance: "But, is there really no one nearby watching us?"
(End of this chapter)
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