Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

"After opening the door, Miss Seven covered her mouth and fell to the ground, trembling all over and trying to call someone, but she couldn't make a sound.

There was a person hanging in the air in the room, it was Mr. Robin they were looking for. At this time, Mr. Robin's eyes were closed, his left hand and legs were suspended in the air, and there was a dagger stuck in his back. , the chest has been stained red with blood, and it is obvious that he has lost his life. …”

In front of the computer, Imaguchi typed hard. After writing a paragraph, Imaguchi couldn't help but stretch.

After sending the written manuscript to the editor, Imaguchi took out a can of Coke from the cabinet, returned to the computer, crossed out the interface in front of him, opened a green icon, and entered a URL into it.

The computer interface turned into a bunch of incomprehensible programming codes. Imaguchi opened the Coke, took a sip, and then typed on the computer with both hands.

After pressing the Enter key, a familiar black website appeared on the computer screen. It is the organization's intranet, which contains personnel information of various departments of the organization, as well as some internally transmitted task information. It can be said that everything you want to find is available here.

Imaguchi is not very interested in the personnel information of the organization. After all, there are so many people in the organization, even code members. There are dozens if not hundreds.

If you want to remember their identities, it will take a lot of time for Imaguchi, and there is no use in remembering. It is not too difficult for him to tell which pedestrians are members of the organization on the street. Great use.

If they were really discovered and wanted to arrest someone, Imaguchi would have no way to escape. After all, he was a scumbag who couldn't even run fast.

The last time he was able to escape was because he was prepared in advance, and he escaped by driving. If he fought directly with the organization staff, his winning rate would be less than 5%.

On the contrary, if you don't know, it won't be easy to reveal the secret when you meet, not to mention who knows when the people on this list will suddenly die.

Looking at the dense drug information in the data, Imagination scrolled down - APTX4869.

APTX4869 should be the 4869th experimental product of the APTX series, and it is exactly what he is looking for.

When I clicked on the information, it showed insufficient permissions. Imago remembered that the first few digits of the identity information of the drug research and development team were yfa——yff.

I just don't know which group it is currently in. It is under development. I pinched my fingers and looked at the time on the lower right side of the computer, feeling a little anxious.

Come on, come on!

Which one is it? We can't let him guess blindly!

Seeing the time passing by, Imaguchi turned off everything at the last second. Looking at the computer that restored its original interface, Imaguchi let out a sigh of relief.

No, it still doesn't work. Even if he knows a little, it's still a bit difficult to make random guesses.

Moreover, after all, it is an intrusion into the organization's network. Imaguchi can only guarantee that it will not be discovered within ten minutes. After this time, Imaguchi will definitely be noticed.

It seems like it's still not the right time.

He picked up the Coke that was opened next to him and took a big sip of it, feeling a little disappointed.

In this case, when will the secret of APTX be cracked and when will all this be solved?

Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside, Imaguchi stood on the balcony and watched the sun rise little by little in the distance, illuminating the city little by little, and couldn't help but close his eyes.

……

The morning breeze blew by, and Imaguchi walked in the community wearing a light gray coat. The community was very quiet at this time, and Imaguchi walked outside in sneakers.

Along the way, I would meet one or two pedestrians who had just gotten off work from time to time. Imago felt his hungry stomach and looked at the closed shops on both sides, and couldn't help but yawn.

"What are you doing? It won't open for another hour!" Looking at the notice on the restaurant, Imaguchi sighed inwardly.

There is no way, at this time, even the supermarket does not have fresh bread, probably only some instant noodles or something.

I bought a can of black coffee from the vending machine, leaned against the wall and drank it.

The originally empty stomach also felt full.

Just when he was about to go and see when the store would open for dinner, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the opposite side and turned to look over. I saw a figure in a yellow coat running out of a house and running in the opposite direction, looking very anxious.

Imaguchi walked over with the unfinished coffee in hand, only to find drops of blood on the ground at the door.

Looking at the courtyard with the door open, Imaguchi took out his cell phone.

Twenty minutes later a police car arrived.