Saturday, August 30, on the afternoon of Saturday, August 30, Dr. Agasa's house.

Conan looked at Dr. Agasa who thought he had taken advantage of it, hummed a song and made coffee, looking complacent, and was speechless. Didn’t he just help you overhaul the car for free and then give you 100,000 yen? Oh, and you have to reduce the taxi fare.

He ignored Dr. Agasa and turned to Haibara who was staring at the computer. Conan stepped forward and comforted him, "Don't think about it anymore, everything is over."

With a pair of rolling eyes, Haibara said, "I wonder if we will fall into the trap today."

"Uh," Conan reacted and asked in surprise, "Are you saying they've been monitoring your house?"

"It's very likely, isn't it?" Haibara said, "Entertainment, even if the organization does this kind of thing, ordinary people will never see it."

"Not necessarily, that..."

Before Conan finished speaking, he quickly swallowed the following words into his stomach. Did I tell Haibara about the gamer Ichikura?

"Is it Ichikura?" Haibara said, "that should be just an exception. Vodka is careless."

"Did you know everything?" Conan said something.

"You talk about diary?" Haibara said angrily, "He himself doesn't know where to put Dr. Agasa's things."

Conan laughed dryly, then glared at Dr. Agasa, making Dr. Agasa who was facing her back feel itchy behind her.

Haibara shook her head and sighed: "You are really not worried at all."

"There is nothing to worry about. Maybe the people in charge are the same as vodka." Conan said, and then asked back, "Besides, why do they deliberately reveal the flaw of breaking into the air gate?"

"Maybe it was for someone to show it." Haibara said, holding her chin.

"Who are you for?" Conan asked, "If it was for your parents twenty years ago, what about now?" Then he reacted, "Are your parents still alive?"

"I want to, too," Haibara said disdainfully, "but if they were alive, the organization would never attack my sister and me."

"So confident?" Conan asked.

"You don't understand," Haibara said. "Researchers can find a lot of them at will, but if you join an underground force like the organization, scientists cannot publish academic papers or participate in many activities. A scientist who is talented but not good at fame and fortune, and who only studies for research is absolutely rare, so the organization will never abandon them until it is absolutely necessary."

"Indeed," Conan said, "but according to what you said, your father didn't attend the party because he joined the organization. It wasn't right, your father published a book."

"It should be this book that made the organization recognize my father's talent." Haibara said, "If I guess correctly, my mother went to find my father."

"Beauty plan?" Conan asked.

"Get out!" Haibara glared at Conan fiercely.

Conan immediately surrendered, "When I didn't say that they were talented men and beautiful women, attracted each other and fell in love over time."

After rolling his eyes, Haibara said angrily: "That's the situation in your family. If I do, my mother should be more powerful than my father."

"Really or not?" Conan asked, "How did you know?"

"I just know." Haibara said with a smile.

"Really, I won't say it." Conan said powerlessly, and then said, "Okay, let's sort it out. Suppose you made it for your parents to break into the air gate twenty years ago, then now, maybe Vodka is responsible, so there is a flaw."

"This is not impossible," Haibara said.

"So don't worry," Conan said. "If they were there to wait, we wouldn't be able to come out because they must have seen photos of you as a kid before. Although you put on makeup, they should still recognize it."

"Okay, since you said that." Haibara looked determined.

Conan asked quickly, "Hey, what do you want to do?"

"I want to log in to an email," Haibara said sadly, "Since I have the email, my sister will send me a New Year's card through the email every year during the Chinese New Year."

"Wait," Conan was a little surprised, "It was on the eve of New Year's Eve of your sister. You mean your sister might have left you something in the end."

"I don't know," Haibara said sadly, "After my sister's accident, I didn't log in to that email again, but my sister went home to check it out, must have had a premonition that there was a lot of danger, so my sister..."

Conan said excitedly: "It is very likely that something special was left on the greeting card."

"That's right." Haibara said and wanted to open the website.

"Wait, wait," Conan stopped, "Will the organization discover you when you log in to this email?"

"I don't know." Haibara said, "I think it should."

"Wait." Conan asked Dr. Agasa to log in to the email address.

"This." Dr. Agasa said, touching his beard, "If you have some skills, you will definitely know which account number, when and what address to use, and access your email address."

"Well, that is," Conan asked, "if the organization has not given up monitoring this email, then as soon as we log in, they will find us?"

"That's right." Dr. Agasa smiled, "However, there are some means to delay their tracking time. Only when we see it will they discover us."

"Okay, then you can do it quickly." Conan said.

"Uh, now?" said Dr. Agasa. "No, the computer at home is definitely not good, at least one workstation is needed."

"Workstation?" Conan said, "then go buy one."

"That's very expensive." Dr. Agasa said angrily, and then said, "It's okay. Give me the website address. I'll ask my friends from Meiqian Laboratory to help me and borrow the host from that, and I can do it in one go."

"Don't be so lazy," Conan said, "you'd better run for yourself."

Dr. Agasa protested: "My car is still under repair."

"Take a taxi." Haibara said.

"No, no?" Dr. Agasa felt heartbroken. If you go to the Meiwei Mood Laboratory and take a taxi, you will probably have very little money left after one round trip.

"I'd better take the subway." Dr. Agasa suggested.

"Take a taxi," Haibara said, "Go and go back."

"Give it a discount, just rent a car." Conan said with a smile.

"Okay." Dr. Agasa agreed with difficulty...

The base of the Black Organization, Belmode Room.

Belmode, who was disguised as a man in his fifties, received a call from vodka and told her that someone had just visited Shirley's mailbox.

Belmode asked, "Oh, have you tracked it down?"

"No." Vodka said.

"Then why are you calling?" Belmode asked angrily, thinking to himself, that's good, that's it, I'll be responsible for this matter.

"Brother asked me to ask you," Vodka said, "Are you sure there is nothing important in there?"

"Confirm," said Belmode, "I was there when I recorded it." Then he reacted, and asked quietly, "Let you ask? Where are others?"

"Oh, my brother is still in the training ground." Vodka said.

Belmode breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ryudo Kuranda should not report to Gin immediately what I had built for Dr. Agasa. Even if Gin knows, she will not be interested in this old man, so she will not find out that what I want is actually the information of the two children."

Vodka asked, "So, are you sure there is no other thing in that box?"

"Don't worry, I opened it before she sent the box away." Belmode said impatiently, "Let's do it, I'm busy here." After that, he hung up the phone.

Very good, Shirley, after seeing those things, I guess you can rest assured even if you die.

Belmodra smiled cruelly, then frowned again, hoping that this guy, Rikuro, would come over quickly.

Then, looking at the person in the mirror, Belmod nodded with satisfaction, it was you.

At this time, someone reported that I would like to see Hiroshi Kurata.

"Very good, let him in." Belmode smiled.

A moment later, Kurata Rikuo came in and presented a box.

Belmode asked intentionally: "The only fingerprints? Oh, and still hair?"

"That," Kuranda Rikuo said dryly, "There are a few white hairs, it must be that Dr. Agasa."

Belmode waved his hand, "Okay, go and arrange your trip first. I'll give you the mask in a few days."

"Yes, sir." Kumada Rikuo said, then hesitated for a moment and asked, "But, sir, why is it so troublesome? Just kill them just?"

"Idiot, that's Miyano's house. There was a murder incident there and the owner could not find it. The police would definitely dig deep into the inside story." Belmode said, "Do you think we are really hiding deeply? Wrong, we just didn't enter the police's sight. In this information age, if you don't pay attention, you can let the police connect all the clues. Who will be the scapegoat when you are looking for? Are you? If you want to die, I can help you, not only help you, but also let you die vigorously. Everyone knows it and leave a name for the criminal history."

"No, no, that, I'll arrange a trip." Kuranda Rikuo wiped his head full of cold sweat and quickly escaped.

"Really." Belmode complained, then smiled again at the box.

Open the box, there are five small plastic bags inside, and the labels on it say, adult fingerprints, children's fingerprints, white hair, black hair, and brown hair.

Put the child's fingerprints, black hair, and brown hair into a bag and put them in your pocket. Two extra bags are immediately burned with fire, but they are not burned clean.

At this time, Gin came in with vodka, "What are you burning?"

"Useless stuff," said Belmode. "I want to build a file for a man named Dr. Agasa, so I asked Rikuno Kumada to get his information." He pointed to the box, "and he got his fingerprints and hair. I just burned all three useless stuff."

Looking at the broken ashes, Gin said, "Dr. Agasa went to Miyano's house to investigate Miyano's Atsuji, so it's necessary to check it out."

Knowing that Nicholas had successfully concealed Gin, Belmode smiled slightly, "I don't think it's necessary. Miyano Yuji's classmates are still alive. Do you want to kill them all? Moreover, Dr. Agasa is from the beautiful mood consortium. He really wants to investigate Miyano Yuji and can entrust Shifeng Baoquan to investigate. Now he hasn't done this, that is, this is just a chat in afternoon tea, but if you have nothing to do, then go and investigate him."

Gin stared at Belmode, "As soon as Dr. Agasa appeared, Shirley visited her email."

"It's just a coincidence." Belmode smiled, "I'm afraid Shirley happened to find a programmer with good skills."

Gin narrowed her eyes, "Dr. Agasa."

"Please," Belmode smiled, "there are too many such people in the world."

Gin raised her pistol, "You are lying."

"Is there?" Belmode shrugged, "No." Then he said, "There should be Dr. Agasa's fingerprints and hair in this box. If you think he has any problems, go investigate it. Remember to get some blood back." After saying that, he looked at the time, "Okay, if you don't shoot, I'm going to Okinawa."

"I've recorded this matter." Gin took back the pistol pointing at Belmode.

Vodka asked, "Brother, are we going to investigate that Dr. Agasa?"

"Let's talk about it later." Gin picked up the box and "take it to build a file first."

"By bye." Belmode gave a blowing kiss.

However, the blowing kiss of a man in his fifties made Gin frown, and vodka shuddered...
Chapter completed!