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If there's still nothing useful here, then we'll just have to clean up the traces and leave, then come back every day and wait to see if Gin and Vodka come here for a drink.
On the desk.
The computer is off.
Conan pressed the power button.
The screen lights up.
A password is required to access the system.
Conan did not attempt to manually crack the code.
He took out his cell phone.
Plug in the adapter cable.
Connect the other end to the computer.
The program the PhD left on his phone started automatically.
In less than ten seconds, the password input page on the computer was automatically skipped, and I entered the system.
Become!
Conan was about to open it to take a look.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps came through the earpiece of the bug in my ear; clearly, the other party's destination was this room.
Conan's eyes narrowed.
However, I wasn't flustered.
He instantly unplugged the computer and plugged it back in, forcing it to shut down. Then, he carefully and quickly put the desk back in its original position, opened the bottom door of a bookcase next to it, and crawled inside.
This was a contingency plan he had prepared long ago.
He had just opened the cabinet and looked inside; it was empty and smelled musty, clearly indicating that the owner had almost never opened it and that it was safer to hide inside.
As for why they didn't ambush from the doorway—
The sound of a door opening came from the entrance.
The heavy footsteps drew ever closer.
Conan's heart also jumped.
The anesthesia watch on his wrist was turned on and facing the cabinet door.
After all, everyone makes mistakes. You might accidentally leave a loophole that exposes your whereabouts. In that case, it's best to strike first!
soon.
Footsteps approached the desk.
Then came the sound of someone sitting down in a chair.
"what?"
The man's questioning voice gave Conan the urge to kick open the cabinet door and fire a tranquilizer dart. However, the man's next words made him stop in his tracks and begin to listen intently—
"A text message from Brother Tequila? Didn't he go to see Brother Gin with Brother Vodka?"
Conan was startled.
coming!
That's why we didn't make a move at the doorstep.
This is also a way to obtain intelligence!
The dial tone came from outside, and the call was quickly connected. Conan couldn't hear what the other person was saying, but judging from the bar manager's attitude and address, the other person was the black-clad Tequila he had met at the Paradise Club earlier that day.
"Brother Tequila, are you talking about that Hideaki Nakajima?"
"He didn't come today, that's right!"
"Okay, don't worry, our people are still with him. He'll soon be in debt to the underground banks again. After all, he's such a gambler, even if we don't tempt him, he'll still gamble!"
"Yes, I understand. I'll take care of it. By the way, Brother Tequila, I heard Brother Vodka's voice. When are Brother Gin and Brother Vodka coming to my place for drinks again?"
"Then I'll wait for you guys to arrive!"
"Email? I'll check it!"
"Okay, goodbye Tequila Bro~"
The call ended without revealing any particularly secretive information, but Conan now understood the situation of Hideaki Nakajima, who had made the deal with the tequila earlier that day. It seems that the Black Organization uses this method to control the people they need.
The sound of a keyboard can be heard outside.
And then some upbeat music started playing.
Conan quietly pushed the cabinet door open a crack and saw the man, who was also dressed in black but looked rather refined, opening an email on his computer.
He was about to turn it off after watching it.
Conan raised his tranquilizer watch, and a tranquilizer dart was fired, instantly knocking the man in black unconscious.
Conan pushed open the cabinet door and came out, carefully searching the man in black, but found nothing useful.
He picked up the other person's phone.
Plug the adapter cable that's already connected to your phone into the other phone's port, perform some operations, and then start copying the data from the other phone.
Put the two phones aside.
Conan began checking the emails on his computer.
The sender did not leave a note.
However, judging from the conversation between the man in black and Tequila on the phone, the sender should be Tequila. Although it's not Gin or Vodka, it's still a big fish!
Suppressing the excitement in his heart.
Conan wanted to check the other emails.
however--
This email account was completely empty, with no emails in the sent items, inbox, or even the drafts folder.
Conan had a bad feeling.
He quickly grabbed the phone.
I took a picture of the contents of this email.
The moment he finished taking the picture.
The email on the screen automatically redirected, and when I opened the inbox again, the email had vanished without a trace.
Conan was shocked.
He had let his guard down a bit because of the lax security here, and he didn't expect that this computer had such anti-leakage measures. He wondered if he had been discovered when he used the doctor's program to crack the password.
do not care!
Let's first look for any other useful information.
Conan began examining the various disks.
After looking around...
There wasn't much to gain.
But it's normal to think about it.
Judging from the phone call just now, Gin and Vodka haven't been here for a long time. And considering that Tequila and Hideaki Nakajima met here, it means that this is just a low-level base where members of the organization communicate with people outside the organization.
It's normal not to have any important intelligence.
I got the tequila email address today, so that's already a success.
There are PhDs here.
Cracking email accounts is just around the corner.
Judging from the black-clad manager's attitude, the person with the liquor name must be a core member, and there's definitely more information in Tequila's mailbox!
At this time.
The data on the phone has been copied.
Conan prepares to clean up the mess.
Everything else is fine.
However, the surveillance cameras captured him wandering around the bar, and if the footage wasn't deleted, it would be exposed sooner or later.
I thought about it.
Conan smiled.
He picked up the black-clad manager's phone.
I found a name and dialed it.
"Boss?"
"I am a wild animal, what are your orders?"
The security guard in the room was a hot-tempered gambler who had just refused to even stand guard for his colleague. However, after receiving this call, his tone became very respectful, clearly showing great awe for the manager in black.
Conan knew what was going on.
He picked up the already adjusted voice-changing bow and said calmly:
"Tada, who's in the monitoring room right now?"
"Monitoring room?"
Although somewhat puzzled, Tadano still answered:
"It's Fujii and Sasuke, boss!"
"I know~"
Conan ignored Tadano's questions, after all, the boss doesn't need to explain to his underlings, and he simply hung up the phone.
Waited for a while.
He picked up his phone and dialed Fujii's number.
Just connected.
Without waiting for the other person to speak.
Conan said directly:
"Fujii, come to my office!"
"It's the boss."
The other party had no suspicions whatsoever. Soon, footsteps were heard at the door, and then someone knocked on the door.
"Boss, I'm here!"
"Hmm, who's standing guard outside the corridor?"
The boss's voice came from inside the door, but Fujii still didn't notice anything amiss. He glanced at the end of the corridor and said:
"It's Songyuan—"
"I understand, come in!"
"Yes!"
"Click——"
The door opened, and a man dressed in black walked in. He was slightly taken aback when he saw his boss slumped over the desk.
Puff-!
A glittering needle shot out from the doorway, and the man in black collapsed instantly. Conan quickly pushed a chair to catch him.
Next.
Conan followed suit.