No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Kuroba Kaito also turned around and blurted out:

"Brother, we are waiting for you."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao smiled and waved his hand:

"Don't wait for me, there are still a few things to deal with, you guys play first."

The first priority is to check the contents of the diary disk.

He greeted everyone and went straight to the underground laboratory.

After inserting the platter, the hard disk starts to read the contents.

After a while, large paragraphs of text content are displayed.

Unexpectedly, Itakura Takuma wrote a diary, which made it look like it.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao glanced at ten lines and quickly skipped it.

Most of them are running accounts and cannot extract useful information.

The format of the diary made him a little uncomfortable.

After recording the content of one day, there will always be many spaces before writing the content of the next day.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao scanned it roughly and found no clues.

Then I inserted a blank CD, ready to copy it first, and then go back and study it slowly.

Unexpectedly, he selected all with Ctrl+A, and he framed the hidden content set by Itakura Taku.

"Eh?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked slightly surprised, and went back to check what he had forgotten before, and sure enough he made a new discovery:

"On March 3th, a guy with a Kansai accent suddenly came to the company to find me. In my opinion, his purpose was to get the software system I was developing. However, after learning that my eyesight was deteriorating, he stopped With that thought, I just left. This guy is all dressed in black, and I don't want to see him at all."

The meeting time was about two years ago.

It is not known who the members of the organization are.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao thought to himself, and after confirming that it had nothing to do with him, he continued to look down.

"On March 3th, the pen on the table moved another 16 cm today. It seems that someone sneaked into my office."

"On June 6th, I'm sure and certain that someone entered my office. Damn, the police didn't take the case at all because no items were stolen."

"On June 6, I changed the door locks and installed surveillance cameras, but unfortunately it didn't work."

"July 7th, I'm going to collapse, who is it?!"

"December 12th, I'm tired. If it goes on like this, sooner or later I will die from it."

"On January 1th, to escape this fearful day, I put a piece of paper in the drawer to show the intruders my heart. I accept any offer and I hope they don't do this to me again."

"On January 1th, I didn't expect the person to respond so quickly. The paper was taken away and replaced by a brand-new post-it note with a red note of OK and a suspicious phone call. Number. The scarlet letter looks like it's written in blood, what a lunatic!"

"On January 1, I hesitated for many days, and finally made a call. I didn't expect that the person who answered the phone was actually a woman, and the person was arrogant, like a queen. She said that as long as I put this set under development The system software is completed within a year, and they will buy it at a high price. It seems that she and the burly man before should be the same group. "

"On February 2th, my contact information with them was changed to email. They said that they could remit the first payment to my account, and promised that they would never be around me from now on. And I also accepted the offer."

"February 2, there is no way, I have no way to continue. The reason why I gave up in the first place was not because of the deterioration of my eyesight, but most importantly, for the well-being of all human beings."

"On February 2th, the deadline they gave me was about to come, and I had not finished the software. I hid the check and disk they gave me in the computer in the villa, and planned to escape and live in seclusion abroad. I know very well. They would show up and email the time and place of delivery. But that's five days from midnight, and before that, I have to figure out a way to get out of the country."

"On February 2th, I really don't know what they want to do with this software. Recently, I keep thinking of that woman's bizarre words. At that time, because I couldn't stand her too arrogant tone, I asked them what they wanted to do. I didn't expect that woman to answer me in English with a smile:

we can be both of god and the devil, since we're trying to raise the dead, again the stream of time

Suzuki Qiaoqiao has no concept of time in the whole world.

He took out his mobile phone and checked it repeatedly, only to confirm that the last diary was published four days ago.

That is to say, the black organization will send the handover time and place in the early hours of tonight?

"JOJO, someone is looking for you."

Hearing his girlfriend shout, Suzuki Qiaoqiao finished copying the contents of the disk and walked out of the underground laboratory.

Unsurprisingly, the visiting guest was Conan.

Seeing that the house was very lively, he felt a little overwhelmed for a while.

Hai Yuanai took the initiative to hold her boyfriend's hand and joked:

"Confused detective, what are you doing here to find him?"

Since Suzuki Takahashi has been dominant in reasoning several times, she will call it that in private.

Conan twitched the corners of his mouth, looking a little embarrassed.

Given that Haibara Ai is a former member of the Black Organization, he does not want to disclose the diary disk.

"I...I came to him to talk about something."

"Talk about what?"

Conan's eyes flickered, and suddenly he glanced at Kuroba Kuito, and the conversation changed:

"Hey, other people are living a sweet life here, what are you doing here?"

Kuroba Kaito was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He put one hand on the back of the chair and joked:

"Confused detective, don't change the subject. Besides, I'm not single, and I fell in love with Aoko a few days ago. Instead, it's you who becomes a child and stays by your lover's side, isn't it hard?"

"???"

Conan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, his mind went blank.

He originally planned to change the subject quietly.

Unexpectedly, with a backhand, he was stuffed with a wave of dog food by Kuroba Kuaidou.

After a long time, the clown is actually me?

Seeing that Kudo Shinichi was a male, Dr. A Li spoke to save the field:

"Shinichi, aren't you looking for Mr. Suzuki? Why don't you go?"

Conan came back to his senses with a very embarrassed smile:

"Mr. Suzuki, borrow one to speak."

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Chapter 296 I Catch Myself

Conan has lived next door for many years and knows very well the structure of the villa.

He went around to the blind spot of Haibara Ai's vision and gave Suzuki Kyohashi a wink:

"Let's go and talk to the underground laboratory."

The latter understood and left.

It's best not to let Xiao Ai know about Itakura Zhuo's diary.

After all, it's about a black-clothed organization, so don't get her involved.

After entering the underground laboratory, Suzuki Qiaoqiao revealed the contents of the diary.

These messages do not affect his safety, and there is no harm in providing them.

Conan looked serious, and after thinking for a while, he asked:

"Mr. Suzuki, what are your plans?"

"Me?" Suzuki Qiaoqiao shrank his neck back: "What can I plan?"

According to Itakura Zhuo's description in his diary, it can be roughly determined.

The woman who answered the phone was probably Belmod.

As for the burly man, I don't know if it's tequila or vodka.

The former are all dead, and the latter is more likely.

In any case, it will not be the gin.

He is too lazy to take responsibility for such a task that is almost running errands.

Huh, wait? !

Suzuki Qiaoqiao seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank.

Previously, Minister Odakiri provided him with some information about the organization of undercover.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao deduced that the FBI's only undercover agent was probably vodka.

If Gin doesn't participate, wouldn't this software handover be the best time to catch it?

He can first go to Mr. Itakura's villa with Conan to inquire about the specific handover time and place.

After the confirmation is completed, the corresponding information will be disclosed to FBI agent Judy Stelling.

As long as you catch Vodka, you can press him if he is undercover.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's eyes flickered, and he quickly made an analysis.

Usually in this case, there are only two outcomes.

The first, vodka is undercover.

Interrogated by FBI agent Judy, most of them will reveal their identity.

In this way, the invisible bomb buried in the organization can be easily eliminated.

With vodka's extremely unhappy attitude towards him, there is a high probability that the information of daughter Hong will be exposed.

But so what?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao has never killed anyone, nor has he committed a murder case.

Privately receiving money for gin is a trivial matter.