Vodka Momoji talked for a long time, but in fact the only useful content was time + location.

This also just gave Conan time to think about countermeasures.

Fortunately, what I was facing was vodka, not gin, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to speak.

"There is no way I can't hand it over to you tomorrow."

"Because starting from this evening, I will be hospitalized for a series of examinations. My heart is already failing."

Vodka was careful, "You would say that? Could it be that the software has not been completed yet? Are you deliberately using this reason to delay time?"

"There is absolutely no such thing." Conan gestured to Dr. Ali next to him to turn on the light, and said, "I have already finished the software, and it will be handed over to you in 3 or 4 days after I am discharged from the hospital.

, or 5 days is safer.”

"Nonsense!" Vodka snapped, "We can't wait that long, so just postpone your hospitalization."

Hooked!

Conan smiled as if his plan had succeeded and continued teasing vodka, "I have made an appointment with a famous heart surgeon. There is no way to change the date."

"If you want to get the software before I am hospitalized, you have to meet today, and there will be workers at the place you mentioned at dawn. Isn't this inconvenient for you?"

Vodka thought for a while, and in order to get the software as soon as possible and satisfy his elder brother, he had no choice but to agree.

"Then four o'clock"

"The time is set at 4 o'clock in the morning four hours later. You bring the software to the place I just mentioned."

When Conan heard this, he was secretly happy.

This method of mine is called compromise. As long as you put forward an excessive condition first, the other party will settle for the next best thing and be won over by your slightly better new plan.

Of course, Conan's purpose from the beginning was to promote this final plan.

If the opponent was Gin, he would easily see through such a trick and would not accept his own conditions.

But with Vodka's intelligence, he couldn't realize that he had fallen into the "trap" set by Conan.

Conan pretended not to be willing to meet at 4 a.m., played "Tai Chi" with vodka, and then "reluctantly" agreed to the new meeting time.

"But you have to promise not to send anyone to monitor me. If I see anyone from your organization, I will cancel this deal immediately."

"It's useless even if you take away my software. You will never know how to use such software."

Faced with "Taku Itakura's" caution, Vodka smiled scornfully, "Humph, I didn't expect you to be as suspicious and sick as they said."

"Then in 4 hours, I will be waiting for you in front of the coin-operated iron cabinet, No. 0032, under Xianqiao Station."

"Don't be late then."

"I'll Only Say It Once"

After saying this for the last time, Vodka finally hung up the phone.

If Gin were to inquire about Vodka's phone bill later, he would surely be curious as to why Vodka took so long to make the call?

In this day and age, phone charges are still quite high.

However, Vodka didn't take it seriously, and thought he had done this well, with a proud smile on his face.

Immediately, Vodka took out the phone and dialed another phone number.

"Calvados, the mission time has been changed. We will arrive near Xianqiao Station at 3:30 in the morning."

"This is not what Gin meant, it was what I meant."

"The reason is this, the guy who made the deal."

With nothing to do, Vodka started talking on the phone with another person again.

Gunma Prefecture, mountain villa.

As soon as Conan put down the phone, a victorious smile appeared on his face.

Everything went as expected.

The next step is to go to the "trading" software according to the agreement with vodka.

Of course, the transaction is fake, but finding a way to catch the black organization's pigtails is real.

Conan and Dr. Ari quickly wiped off the fingerprints on the places they had just touched in the villa, got back into the Beetle, and set off on their way back to Tokyo.

In the car, Conan expressed his reasoning.

Just now he asked Dr. Ali to turn on the light in the living room while the two parties were talking, but the vodka on the other side of the phone did not respond.

This shows that the black organization did not send anyone to monitor the villa, so it did not know that Itakura Zhuo had been killed by Li Daitao.

After Dr. A Li heard Conan's intention, he was shocked into a cold sweat on a very cold day.

This kind of behavior is completely gambling.

If someone from the black organization is lurking in the mountains, I'm afraid they should be told here.

Dr. A Li cannot guarantee that his Beetle will not lose its chain when faced with a highway chase.

With so many black technology inventions and technology patents, the only thing Dr. Ali can't handle is cars.

"As long as they check what is in this software, and assuming that if this software falls into their hands, they will commit a major crime, they can call the police in advance, ambush them at their delivery location, and send the people they send to pick up the goods.

Catch them all in one go”

While Conan was talking to himself about his ideas, he opened the laptop he brought from the doctor's house and inserted the CD into the computer.

As the optical drive loads the disc into the computer, a new disk connection prompt appears in the lower right corner of the computer.

Conan moves the cursor and clicks on it.

Just as Conan's eyes widened, and Dr. Ari, who was driving next to him, couldn't help but glance sideways to take a look at the software that the black organization was so concerned about, a dark blue dialog box popped up.

【Password:-——】

Damn it! I have to enter my password again!

Conan cursed inwardly, he had been blocked by the password twice in a row.

Without a password, Conan didn't dare to guess. If there was a program that automatically destroyed the contents if the wrong password was entered multiple times, it would be troublesome.

In fact, given Itakura Taku's wariness against black organizations, it is very likely that he would design such a program.

Dr. Ali next to him saw Conan's difficulty and suggested: "Then you'd better make a backup first."

Conan quickly right-clicked to copy, but still received an error message that the target file could not be copied.

"No way, it seems that this software has specially installed anti-piracy program."

"It's even less likely that the police will help."

The two discussed how to involve the police in this transaction, but they came to the conclusion that this was not feasible.

Even if he approached Officer Megure as Kudo Shinichi, there was no conclusive evidence to prove the danger of the other party, and Megure's authority could only call upon a small group of people from the First Investigation Division.

If too few police officers go there, they are likely to be wiped out by people from black organizations.

When Conan and Dr. Ali were at a loss what to do, a muffled sound suddenly came from outside the car.

Bang——

The Beetle's body suddenly began to tremble violently, and Dr. Ali had to stop the car on the side of the road.

When I got out of the car and checked, I found that the tire had a puncture.

Regarding this situation, Dr. Ali feels very good.

Now that the car has a flat tire and cannot reach Tokyo within the specified time, Conan no longer needs to take risks.

It's not that Dr. Ali thinks that being Conan's tool is unpaid and there is no need to risk one's life.

But in this operation, Dr. Ali, as a half-spectator, was repeatedly frightened by Conan's bold behavior.

Speaking of listening, this is called courage.

To say it is unpleasant is to be reckless and give away.

After enduring the downsized life for so long, Conan may have wanted to go back to Mao Lilan too much.

"Conan, I think this must be a little accident deliberately arranged by God because he doesn't want you to take risks."

Conan: "." Damn it, God!

Dr. Ali continued to comfort you with a smile, "It's okay. It's only been more than a month since you became smaller. There will still be opportunities in the future."

Conan: I feel like a year has passed...

But just when Dr. Ali squinted and chuckled, and Conan could only stare, "God" changed his mind again.

On the road on a snowy night, a pair of car headlights slowly approached from far away, bringing a smile to Conan's face.

trigger!

Secret Technique·100% Free Riding

Zhibo Detective Agency, third floor.
To be continued...