The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1161 Conan: I admit that I have a gambling element

"Sure enough, this is a starter."

Taking the CD out of the box and putting it into the laptop, Conan examined the contents with a deep frown.

The software itself may have fallen into the hands of the organization, and it is difficult to determine its true purpose based on a startup medium alone.

What exactly did the organization ask Itakura Taku to do for them, and why was it so important...

"Shinichi, I still think it's too risky." Dr. Agasa hesitated for a moment while driving on the road in the snow, and finally spoke to persuade, "It can be seen from the surveillance that Itakura Taku was contacted by the organization at that time. And then, when the murderer entered the room again, he didn't raise any questions about the change in Itakura Taku's condition. This in itself is very suspicious..."

Conan paused as he typed on the keyboard, trying to find more information from the CD.

He raised his head and followed the working wipers to see the snowflakes flying towards the windshield in the cold wind.

"...Yeah, this in itself is suspicious." He muttered to himself, his eyes flickering slightly behind the lenses.

It is certain that nothing happened to Itakura Taku in the organization - of course, he is not dead now, he just hasn't woken up yet - and Conan dared to contact the contact person directly with his identity because of his previous experience.

Regarding the video that was inconsistent but showed no signs of splicing, the first thing that reminded Conan of was the case of the death of Reika Shioi.

According to the current conclusion of the police, there is absolutely no problem in characterizing the death of Yotsuba Reika, but what happened before and after the day is full of doubts.

If no one wanted to murder Shioi Reika, then why were the wheels of all the cars of everyone competing for her fiancé damaged that night, preventing them from leaving Shioi's house?

After learning the truth of that year, I feel that the deaths of Yotsugu Rika and Nikaido Yuji must have been the result of revenge from someone.

However, the fact is that Rika Shioi voluntarily fled the mansion in front of everyone, and the video of her death that was filmed revealed their unbearable past when they were alive.

At the end of the case, when Conan received the symbolic gloves from Goro Akechi, he asked the police about the follow-up in the identity of Kogoro Mouri.

After being re-confirmed by police technicians, that footage also showed no signs of splicing or post-production...

"So I have to admit that doing this is indeed a bit dangerous." Conan lowered his head again and did not explain his thoughts to the doctor, "But this is a very important opportunity..."

It is not only an opportunity to find clues about the organization, but also an opportunity to force the other party.

If that person's identity and situation are similar to the conclusions they have drawn, regardless of whether they have discovered any suspicious points at the scene, when they realize who might be behind it, both of them will have no way out.

"Even if you can find someone to help, I still feel uneasy." Dr. Agasa rubbed the steering wheel nervously, "What if they bring a lot of people..."

"Not many. Even if the organization wanted to mobilize a large number of manpower, they wouldn't do it in a situation like this." Conan's voice was very firm. "Any noise like this would easily attract other people's attention."

The organization had actually caused quite a bit of noise, but that was all in special scenarios that had been confirmed not to be discovered.

The explosives on the Shinkansen would not be clearly directed at them, and the helicopter at the Toudou Tower would attract the attention and vigilance of the police, but by that time the tower had already been closed, and only a few passengers and police officers were stranded on the upper floors, and the police had all been subdued by Ireland. In fact, there was a lack of evidence that could clearly point to a certain person or group.

Even in the most recent case, when they used equipment such as helicopters, they cut off the entire aquarium's electrical circuit in order to hide their identities.

Facing a behemoth like the Black Organization, the power of an individual is indeed insignificant. If they have to say that they have any advantage, it may be that the organization needs to use all means to hide its own existence.

"It's true that there are fewer people passing through a station still under construction, but that doesn't mean there aren't any. It's located near a major traffic artery in the city, so it's impossible to avoid all the road surveillance. If a crime were to occur there, it would inevitably alert the police."

"This sounds like a complete gamble..." Dr. Agasa was slightly convinced, but his worries were still the same.

Conan pursed his lips, said nothing more, and typed the email a little faster.

As he pressed the send button, the progress bar advanced little by little. Conan stopped operating the computer and just stared at it, waiting very patiently.

The email was sent.

Half a minute later, the computer in front of him started moving on its own.

A black command box popped up, and white and green code blocks were refreshed, flipping and running rapidly at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to capture.

Soon, some running files appeared and disappeared quickly in the CD he was currently opening. The laptop computer on Conan's knees started to heat up, and he felt his skin burning through his pants.

After two or three minutes of excitement, everything finally returned to calm.

All the unnecessary command boxes and windows disappeared, and the interface still only had the quiet startup program, as if nothing had happened.

But Conan knew that his goal had basically been achieved.

Conan pushed the CD out as if nothing had happened and put it back into the plastic case. He closed the computer and took out his cell phone again.

Several messages popped up.

Conan confirmed these replies one by one, and his mood calmed down a little. When he put away the CD box, a confident smile appeared on his face again.

"I don't deny it, Doctor, but I am somewhat confident this time."

Because this time he really wasn't acting alone.

On the other side of the snowstorm, Vodka, who was also driving, used a method that was completely unsafe for traffic, talking on the phone while driving.

"Yeah, the delivery time has been moved up, but the location remains the same. Of course, I'm just about to report this to Brother Gin. Um, get some more people, and bring guns. Even though we might not need them, we still have to be careful that the guy doesn't call the police first..."

In his impression, Itakura Taku was a cowardly and hysterical guy.

He was afraid of them, timid and did not dare to refuse their requests, but deep down he was unwilling to completely give in and always had some hesitant fantasies.

After just a little investigation and surveillance, Itakura Taku was on the verge of collapse. Kumail's intimidation and violence made him scare the shit out of him, and he finished the task that had been delayed for more than a year in tears.

Such a person who cannot withstand pressure always tries to get away from their sight secretly, not knowing that he is just an ant covered in a glass cup. They don't even need to take action themselves, a little focused light is enough to burn him to death.

Calling more people was just a precaution, in case this person got scared and called the police, which would affect their handover.

"Hurry up and surround all the entrances and exits of the station in a moment—"

Before he could finish his instructions, the reflective face of the roadblock warning sign in the distance was illuminated by the headlights of a car.

Vodka was shocked and immediately stepped on the brakes as he hung up the phone.

It was snowing and late at night, and the uncleared road was covered with a thin layer of ice from vehicles. The brakes were slipping slightly on it, and even though he reacted quickly enough, he still rushed forward several meters further than the normal braking distance and almost hit the roadblock.

After cursing, Vodka still put the gun behind his waist cautiously before opening the car door and getting out of the car to check the situation.

In front of the roadblock was an SUV with its hazard lights on and its trunk open.

Half of the car was already on the green belt. Two men, one tall and one short, were squatting behind it, anxiously checking something. It seemed that the car was affected by the weather and had a problem when turning, and hit the side of the road and couldn't move.

"Sorry, sorry—" The tall man noticed the car coming from behind, stood up, and bowed to Vodka apologetically. "My driving skills were poor, and the car skidded and hit the side of the road. I've contacted the traffic management department, but they can't handle it at this time... I'm sorry to trouble you."

The man stood up and was taller than Vodka had expected, about 1.9 meters. His face and hair were tightly covered by a mask and a hat. His eyes, which were exposed to the outside, seemed to be stimulated by the temperature and were half-closed. He was covered in thick clothes. Looking at Vodka, who was wearing sunglasses even more than on a snowy night, it was even harder to identify his identity.

Vodka narrowed his eyes and observed the car for a while.

The front wheels were still emitting a slight heat, leaving very obvious brake marks on the snow. From the open trunk door, the hot air from the air conditioner was also sending out a few wisps of hot air.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like there was a car accident.

Vodka looked again at the other person who was still squatting down, apparently checking if the tire was punctured.

He was not very tall and his movements were a bit clumsy. He was frantically trying to wipe the snow off the wheel hub with his gloves.

After confirming that the black-haired young man who didn't raise his head looked thin and small, and looked like a student, Vodka loosened his hands that had been behind his back.

It's unlikely that someone who wants to ambush an organization would bring a clumsy child along.

"With that kind of visibility, you have to put the roadblock 30 meters behind the car and turn on the lights," Vodka said in a muffled voice, not happy at all. "We almost collided."

The tall man immediately apologized again, his voice gentle and fearful: "Sorry, I was negligent. I'll move it right away... Um, Jiro, go get them a can of drink..."

"No, I'm in a hurry."

Unable to find anything unusual, Vodka, who was in no mood to pay attention to them, got back into the car, backed it up, looked at the license plate number again, and drove past them.

There are so many idiots who drive with poor driving skills in this weather. When I have some free time, I will ask someone to cause an accident with this broken car and teach him how to drive.

The snowflakes flying in the wind quickly blocked his view, and the SUV disappeared in Vodka's rearview mirror.

When the bright spot of his taillights completely disappeared, the man who had been squinting his eyes put away the gentle and submissive expression on his face and opened his eyes.

"Have you put your things away?" He turned his head and asked the young man who seemed to be in a panic for a while.

"I threw the transmitter onto his chassis." Hondou Eisuke stood up, brushed the snow off his gloves, and sighed, "I was scared to death. Did I reveal my identity, Mr. Okiya?"

Shuichi Akai glanced at his pants, which were completely muddy due to the ice, snow and mud on the road because he was kneeling on the ground. Without saying anything, he grabbed the bag from the trunk and threw it to him.

"Get in the car and follow."

"Eh, are we going to fight directly today?!"

"What are you thinking about? Put on your bulletproof vest and sit down. Hurry up, they will be taking action soon."

"I'm leaving, Doctor." Conan, who was prepared, took a deep breath and pushed open the passenger door.

"Hey, is it really okay for you to go alone?"

"Of course, no problem. Keep an eye on Dr. Signal, and call the police as soon as you get a signal. This place is more than one stop away from the station, and even if the police come, it won't alert them for a while." Conan pointed to the detective badge on his chest, "If we can catch them in the act, we don't need any more evidence."

"That's not what I'm worried about..." Dr. Agasa looked at him helplessly.

"Don't force it if you can't catch them. Those guys are very cunning. Maybe we can only catch some small fry, but there will definitely be gains tonight." Conan made an OK gesture to him. "I'll contact you if there's anything. Don't go near the station until I contact you!"

"Shinichi! Be safe!"

"I know--"

Conan took a step forward, pulled up the hood of his coat to shield himself from the oncoming wind and snow, and ran towards the nearest subway entrance.

"Keep a close eye on the area around the station and don't let a single mouse go." Vodka parked the car at the subway entrance, gave orders while talking on the phone, pushed open the car door and got out.

Just as he was about to finish giving the order and hang up, he heard the younger brother on the other end of the line answering quickly.

"Mr. Vodka, someone is approaching the entrance and seems to be approaching your car soon-"

"Ok?"

Vodka turned his head alertly and touched the gun at his waist, but he didn't see any trace of anyone in his field of vision.

He was about to turn to the other side of the car to check when he felt a heavy pat on his shoulder.

"What are you doing? Sneaking around like a thief?"

Vodka, who was about to draw his gun, turned his head back suddenly. Akechi Goro's face, which did not hide the mocking expression at all, occupied his field of vision. He was so frightened that he tried to control himself again and again, but he couldn't help but take half a step back.

When you accuse someone of being a thief, who is actually the one doing the sneaking?

Damn, this guy Kumail...

"...Don't be so startled, he is from our side." Vodka scolded his younger brother indirectly before hanging up the phone.

Tang Ze raised his index finger and tapped the corner of his eye: "Am I wrong? It's already this late, and you're still wearing sunglasses. Even if there are other people around, can you see them?"

Through his sunglasses, Vodka could hardly convey his accusing gaze. He could only snort and retort, "It's Itakura Taku who made you work overtime at this time. Don't lose your temper at others."

Tang Ze was much more confident than him. "I brought the stuff back intact. It's you who can't even crack the key. After all, having to outsource even the programming is really useless, isn't it? Seriously, why didn't you investigate Sindora thoroughly and save the treasure he had? The programmers in the entire organization put together can't even match that of a 10-year-old child."

If you think about it carefully, you really can't refute it.

Vodka's eyes twitched even more violently.