Two days passed quietly.

Snowflakes have fallen on the streets of Tokyo since the early morning.

Until afternoon, the streets were covered in snow and covered in silver.

In the intelligence room, Yu Shirakawa wakes up from his nap.

After stretching his waist and tidying up his appearance, he hummed the early melody of his own song "Conan is a Little Stupid Donkey", returned to the second floor and opened the wardrobe.

The following afternoon and evening was the time for the memorial service to be held, and it was also an important moment for Pisk to carry out his mission during the period.

As an intelligence businessman, he naturally obtained a pass from celebrities to participate in it as early as yesterday.

The party was memorialized by a movie star with a good background, and the people who went there were also some capitalists, movie stars, famous writers, politicians, parliamentarians... The gathering together can make the entire Kanto in Japan shake.

It can be said that there are big bosses gathering.

But Yu Shirakawa didn't have any pressure.

After humming the entire melody of "Conan is a Little Stupid Donkey", he looked at the mirror for a while, then squatted down, opened the compartment in the cabinet, and opened a large drawer for the mechanism.

In the drawer, there were a large number of prohibited weapons neatly placed, such as the weapons warehouse of the anti-terrorism forces, but it was just a mini version.

After looking back and forth for a while, he couldn't put it down and touched it again and again. In the end, Yu Shirakawa took out an inconspicuous pocket pistol.

This is the most commonly used mini pistol he carries with, which is best suited for use in downtowns, assassination or as negotiation weapons.

After hooking the trigger ring with his fingers for a while, he took out a black casual suit from the closet, as well as black matching belts and trousers.

——The memorial service can not only be worn unscrupulously in pure black, but also does not attract attention. This is really convenient.

His casual suits are looser.

This is also the habit of buying clothes with more trump cards in the cuffs.

If you count the jackets in Shirakawa Yu's wardrobe, most of them are loose, slim and easy to move.

After hiding several folding knives into the cuffs and the knife cover inside, Yu Shirakawa drove the black Haresu to the venue of the Kuroto Hotel.

This acre of three-point land in Tokyo is really not unfamiliar to him.

He was familiar with the road and drove the car to the opposite side of the Kou Hotel in a few minutes.

Just as I was about to drive into the parking lot, I turned on the [Analysis] ability to sweep it around, Shirakawa Yu raised his eyebrows, parked the car directly on the side of the road, got off, and walked straight into a restaurant opposite.

"Sir, how many of you?"

Hearing the waiter's voice, Yu Shirakawa stopped even though he was: "I have an appointment with my friend, thank you."

Afterwards, he went straight to a table beside the window and sat down.

Across the table, a fair-skinned woman in black suit and casual sunglasses sat there.

It was Keel who hadn't seen the next day.

"What a coincidence, Miss Shuiwu, I'm planning to find you."

Raising his thin eyebrows, Yu Shirakawa sat opposite him without caring, talking to the other person in a cheerful voice.

The latter was stunned for a moment, pushed his sunglasses down and exposed his eyes, and then he returned to his usual look: "Ke... Mr. Shirakawa, why are you here?"

Because it is a public place, they do not call each other by code names.

"I want to ask you for a favor, about the memorial service that is about to begin."

Shirakawa Yu moved his waist and crossed his legs.

He maintained this position and did not rush to continue.

Instead, he first ordered an order with the waiter and sent the waiter away completely before he talked about serious things:

“What you have to do is very simple.”

Yu Shirakawa took out a self-use U disk and pushed it over from the table.

It was a program he wrote casually in the past two days, not an important U disk about that gentleman.

Although this program is a bad brother compared to the organizational level, compared with the current mainstream level in Japan, it is already at the level of cutting-edge program masters.

He lowered his voice.

"Miss Shuiwu, don't you work on the TV station?"

"This memorial service is said to be broadcast live by people from TV stations..."

"You find an opportunity to plug the USB flash drive into the central device of the TV station's broadcasting, and then you will have nothing to do. This is the only task."

“…”

After listening to the task, Kiel picked up the U disk, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is this special meaning?"

Yu Shirakawa smiled.

The program he wrote with the calculation ability of [analysis] can intercept the recording of the TV station.

There is a program intercept, and the recording needs to be browsed and modified by him. After the operation is unconscious, it will be broadcast simultaneously to the TV station headquarters.

Although it sounds impossible, the memorial service is even more live broadcast...

However, theoretically speaking, in order to prevent problems from happening, the live broadcast of a TV station usually has a delay of about ten seconds.

Otherwise, there will be some embarrassing problems that will be irreparable and will be directly broadcast to the TV station.

Therefore, this short delay time is enough for Yu Shirakawa to delete and modify the live video at will.

This is the purpose of the U disk.

However, these are important plans he designed.

He must have nothing to say about Kiel, an insider.

Letting the other party sneak into the U disk is also to leave aside the relationship with yourself, let all the troubles gather on the other party, use the other party as bait, attract the attention of some annoying detectives, and help you take the blame.

Thinking of this, Shirakawa smiled, crossed his legs and changed to the stacking method, and spread his hands out of regret and said, "Who knows, I'm just doing it on orders."

"...One of the above tasks is this. I want to leave this link to you. You and I have no right to know more. It's that simple."

Kiel was silent for a while and didn't doubt it.

Because it really looks like the style of organization.

Everyone acts as small parts in the plan. No one knows the whole picture of the plan. Only by splicing the parts together can a terrifying plan be formed.

Not only is the division of labor clear, but the efficiency is very high...

It can also effectively keep out the undercover tricks like himself.

So, in order not to arouse suspicion from higher-level leaders, I can only do it, right?

Anyway, it's just plugging in a USB flash drive. If you hold on to death, you will steal a piece of program information without losing anything important.

And the target is Japanese TV station...

Regarding this, Kiel really couldn't imagine that a TV station had any confidential computer information worth organizing to steal. It took a lot of trouble to make an elite member like Keshwaser prepare for such a long time.

As she thought about it, she had no fluctuations on the surface, so she agreed:

"I got it, I will finish it."

Then she asked, "What are your plans next?"

Kiel tried to get some information.

But if you putting information in the mouth of an intelligence merchant, it is no different from playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Shirakawa Yu took the hot drink handed over by the waiter, blew away the heat, and said calmly: "I originally wanted to warm up here, chat with Miss Mizuno, and then go to the hotel venue."

"But there seem to be two small tails outside, investigating my car... I really can't help but worry."

As he said that, he took a sip of the hot drink and turned his helpless eyes out the window.

As he watched, the three men of the Youth Detective Group were babbling and having a happy snowball fight on the street.

Conan and Ai Haibara were sneaky cats behind everyone, staying next to his car, looking back and forth.
Chapter completed!