Chapter 2832 2844 [Acceptance of younger brother]
The more he listened, the more Gin felt that there was something wrong. Seeing that Vodka had turned around without permission, he reached out again with dissatisfaction and pressed the muzzle of the gun against Vodka's throat: "You use email to communicate, just to make it convenient to change the transaction time at any time?"
Vodka was pointed at with a gun again, but he was not as panicked as before: he didn't know who was behind him and thought he had encountered some brutal gunman.
Now that we know the person holding the gun is Brother Gin, things become much easier - it's normal for Brother Gin to poke around with his gun when he talks.
While praying that the inappropriate little bastard would not learn this bad habit from his elder brother, Vodka explained: "Itakura Taku is too suspicious and very sensitive, so we chose email as a more secure communication method.
"It's just that tonight, no, strictly speaking, it was last night, when I contacted him by email, that cowardly guy hid in a villa deep in the mountains of Gunma Prefecture. There was a power outage due to the blizzard, and he was unable to open the email in time, so we changed to contacting by phone."
He turned around quickly, tore off the CD that was taped from the locker, and then showed it to Gin: "Look, this is the software made by Itakura Taku. He didn't dare to show up, but fortunately he sent the deposit and the software over."
Gin looked at the CD in Vodka's hand, then looked at his hands which took off their gloves to tear off the CD, and sneered in his heart.
Timid? Now it seems that this Itakura Taku is not timid at all, but rather very bold: he deliberately used tape to fix the CD to the bottom of the locker, not because the CD was so important, but for another purpose - the tape was very thin, and if he wanted to tear it off, the convenient way was to take off his gloves.
Once the gloves are removed, the fingers will leave a part of the fingerprint on the tape. After that, as long as someone comes to take away the remaining tape at the bottom of the cabinet, the other side will get the fingerprint of vodka...
Swish——!
Just as I was thinking about it, a tearing sound was heard.
Gin looked up in confusion and saw Vodka leaning in front of the locker. He reached out and tore off the remaining tapes at the bottom of the locker one by one, and stuffed them into his pocket.
Then he picked up the gloves again, carefully wiped the places he had just touched with the back of the gloves, and then put the gloves back on immediately.
Conan, who was listening carefully behind the cabinet, said: "..."
Gin was about to teach this careless subordinate a lesson: "..."
A bunch of words of teaching were stuck in his throat, making him feel uncomfortable. Vodka had already finished dealing with the locker and turned around.
Under Gin's dim gaze, the big guy's eyes fell on the CD in his hand: "Brother, be careful when you open the CD. If a poison needle pops out as soon as you open the box, things will be very bad."
Gin: “…”
Poison needles? What kind of dynamic mechanism can be contained in such a flat box? I'm afraid Vodka has read too many fantasy novels.
But he was right about one thing: we do need to be careful when dealing with this CD.
Gin, whose lines were snatched away, opened the cover of the box unhappily, and sure enough, there was a slightly raised part on the cover of the CD box.
If you don't look carefully, you might not be able to see this abnormality, but this time it did not escape Gin's eyes.
He put on thin gloves, put his fingertips on the raised edge, and lifted it up with force. With a slight tearing sound, a white sticker was peeled off from the inside of the box lid of the same color, revealing a thin black transmitter inside.
Vodka: “…”
"Is this Itakura Taku crazy?" Vodka was incredulous for a moment. "He was said to be a coward, but he stole my fingerprints and installed a transmitter. This is completely different from the personality described in the file - what on earth is that Tequila rubbish writing!"
"This was not made by Itakura Taku." Gin tore off the transmitter, threw it to the ground and crushed it with his foot.
As the sound of "clicks" went by, he looked down at Vodka's feet covered with shoe covers, and said with a half-relieved and half-speechless tone, "That programmer really doesn't have such courage, and he only had one direct encounter with a member of the organization. Based on that one encounter, it's impossible to conclude that 'members of the organization like to wear gloves when they operate'."
Vodka came to his senses and said belatedly, "So, the person who used the tape against me is someone else, and he is someone who has some understanding of the organization?"
Gin nodded: "Also, too big a temperature difference will stimulate the sympathetic nerves and put a burden on the heart. A person with a serious heart disease who doesn't want to die will never run to a mountain villa in Gunma Prefecture in the heavy snow."
"Ah? But the person who talked to me before was indeed Itakura Taku himself." Vodka recalled the phone call just now and was briefly confused, "Could it be... Could it be that he put an extra phone next to the landline and used that phone to talk to me at that time?"
Gin took off his gloves and pressed his palm against the CD case: "Heh, for these things, we can ask the guy who set the trap in person after we find him."
Vodka reacted and understood what Brother Gin said. He felt a chill on his spine: "You mean..."
Gin showed a hint of an icy smile: "He made a fatal mistake - something as small as a CD case would become completely cold if it was kept in the locker for a short time. But now, there is still some temperature left on it."
Vodka understood what Gin meant and broke out in a cold sweat: "That guy came not much earlier than me, and there is only one way to get here, which means he has been hiding in this storage room since just now!"
Gin: “…”
Although this was indeed what he wanted to say, he was not used to hearing these words coming out of Vodka's mouth.
But now is not the time to worry about these things.
Gin put away the CD, put on his gloves again, and loaded the gun.
Seeing this, Vodka also hurriedly touched his waist...
Then he showed an embarrassed expression.
After a moment, he reluctantly pulled out a... tranquilizer gun for self-defense.
Gin: “…”
Vodka: "Brother, I... well, I want to use Itakura Taku's heart disease to silence him, but a real gun is not as useful as this."
"Shut up." Gin didn't want to pay attention to him. He raised his chin and pointed at the opposite side, indicating that this idiot should follow him to encircle him: Let it be a tranquilizer gun. Look at the bright side, at least this guy didn't take out a knife to pretend to be a murder weapon.
Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, then picked it up again. Holding the gun in his hand, he and Gin went to the two sides of the cabinet, searching the rows of cabinets deep in the storage room.
(End of this chapter)
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