Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 158 Reasons for Leaving the Organization

"It's 1:40 now. At 2:10, the next patrol will arrive. So we have to write down all the information within these 30 minutes."

A retractable rope was tied around Conan's waist.

When you are about to leave, just press it to quickly return to the ventilation duct and take the opportunity to escape.

"how about you?"

Conan couldn't help but ask: "You gave me the rope. If you are discovered, how are you going to get away?"

"Don't worry, I'm still confident that I can escape."

While speaking, Qinghai Chuantang kept his eyes on the pocket watch in his hand, watching the time pass by.

Finally, 1:45.

Qinghai Chuantang carefully opened the wind deflector and jumped down.

After observing the surroundings and confirming that everything was normal and there was no one ambushing outside the door, he nodded to signal Conan to jump down.

With the help of the rope, Conan slowly landed on the ground.

Qinghai Chuantang inserted the USB drive into the interface, and soon a window popped up, prompting him to enter a four-digit password.

She said somewhat embarrassedly: "Benchuan didn't tell me the password at that time."

Conan was silent for a moment and began to recall the contents of the previous note.

133, 130, 1348
If we remove the identical first two digits, the remaining number is 3048.

Conan told Qing Hai Chuantang his guess, but after trying, a prompt box popped up saying "Wrong password".

Therefore, the USB flash drive started the secondary password protection program.

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of the earth?"

Conan found this question a little strange.

While he was thinking, Qinghai Chuantang entered the words "chicken stewed with mushrooms" without hesitation, but it still prompted an error.

Qinghai Chuantang hesitated for a moment and entered the answer again.

"Akai is four and a half meters tall."

This time, a pop-up window shows that the password is correct.

Soon, the second question popped up: the pagoda suppresses the river monster.

"Conan doesn't grow tall."

When watching Qinghai Chuantang input this text, Conan's expression and heart were particularly complicated. After seeing the prompt "The password is correct", Conan already had the urge to grow mushrooms in the corner.

The USB flash drive has entered the loading state.

Perhaps because of the huge amount of data, it took quite a while to finally reach 100% progress.

Qinghai Chuantang looked at the time on his pocket watch and saw that there were still fifteen minutes left.

"List of intelligence team members, action plan list for the next week, procurement plan report, shadow management officer identity investigation, organization boss intelligence data"

There are so many folders that they are comparable to a wide range of commodities.

"Sister Xiaotang," Conan said anxiously, "Hurry up and open the fifth folder!"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, and just as he was about to click the button, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Judging from the footsteps, there should be more than five people coming.

Seeing this, Qinghai Chuantang immediately unplugged the USB drive, stuffed it into Conan's pocket, and then pressed the button on his waist.

Use gestures to signal the other party to leave first.

It arrived earlier than expected.
The lights came on and a young man wearing glasses appeared in sight.

It was Kazami Yuya.

He pointed the gun at her, "You are surrounded now."

Several men in suits also walked into the house and pointed their guns at her.

Qinghai Chuantang raised his hands and smiled slightly.

At this time, several small black balls rolled to their feet and soon emitted a large amount of smoke.

It was so thick and choking that I couldn't even open my eyes.

At this moment, the fire sprinkler was suddenly turned on, and the smoke finally dissipated a lot.

But when was the door closed?
The door of the confidential archives central control room is made of special materials and cannot be broken by brute force alone.

Someone cursed, "Damn it! There's no signal in there!"

It seemed that they could only wait until the next patrol arrived.

After escaping from the window of the conference room, Qinghai Chuantang came to the dark alley and met Conan.

As soon as they met, Qinghai Chuantang couldn't wait to say: "A special program code has been added to the USB flash drive. After it is successfully loaded once, it will be automatically destroyed and cannot be retrieved."

In other words, the current USB flash drives only contain ordinary learning materials.

hateful!

Conan clenched his fists, clearly he was getting closer to the final person.

"Wasn't there still 2 minutes left until 10:15? Why were we discovered so quickly? Did the other party predict our actions? Or..."

"Maybe, it's just a coincidence." Qinghai Chuantang chuckled, "After all, knowing the final BOSS so easily doesn't quite fit the plot development in movies and TV series."

She seemed a little too optimistic.

When Conan was about to say something, Qing Hai Chuan Tang continued: "If the question cannot be answered, then go back to the starting point and think again."

origin?

"Does it mean 'Shadow Administrator'?"

Indeed, his purpose in betraying Zhu Fu Jingguang and his initial stance are worth pondering.

"You are right to think so. But the origin I am referring to is 'Motokawa Toru'."

From the moment he made Toru Motokawa his informant, Qinghai Chuantang had already imagined countless possible events.

And for these, she also came up with several ways to deal with them.

The information in the USB flash drive is indeed real, there is no doubt about that.

But it does not mean that the data is only stored in the USB drive.

"Let's start from Toru Motokawa's residence. However, the organization has already known about Toru Motokawa's death, and he will probably check out soon. So."

"So, we must go there as soon as possible."

Conan looked at her and said with determination: "Don't worry, I'm not afraid of staying up late."

"I'm glad you think so."

Qing Hai Chuantang smiled, took out two cans of coffee from his pocket, and handed one of them to Conan.

Obviously, it seemed to be premeditated.

After Conan took it, he looked speechless: "Could it be that you had predicted that this operation would fail?"

"This is common sense, understand?"

Qinghai Chuantang tapped his head gently and said, "Watch more movies and TV series and less mystery novels, and you will understand the routines."

Along the way, Qinghai Chuantang took the opportunity to talk to Conan about things related to the organization.

Although food is not included, accommodation is provided.

If you don't want to go to the accommodation arranged by the organization, there is also housing subsidy.

"The five social insurances, one housing fund, life insurance, etc. are all clearly arranged."

"Since you said it so well, why did you leave in the first place?"

Conan thought she would say something righteous, but he didn't expect that.
"Speaking of which," Qinghai Chuantang sighed, "it's so sad."

The bonuses for members with code names are different from those for members without code names; the bonuses for the intelligence group and the general intelligence group are also different; and the bonuses for the action group and the intelligence group are different again.

"After all, I am a member of the intelligence team with a code name, and I am still highly regarded. Maybe I will become the second-in-command in the future. I didn't expect that a month's bonus would be equivalent to half of Akai Shu's monthly salary!"

"There's no comparison between the FBI and the Black Organization."

"Akai's annual salary is US$3.5."

Conan chose to remain silent.

If calculated in this way, the monthly bonus is around 150,000 yen, which is indeed not too high.

"What about the salary?" Conan asked curiously.

Logically speaking, the income from this kind of black organization should be higher than that of ordinary jobs. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who would go astray and commit crimes.

"The salary in the intelligence team is not high. My annual salary is two million less than Amuro's."

"What about Mr. Amuro?"

"About 700 million yen. The current average annual income before tax is 432 million yen, and 500 million yen is only slightly above the average."

He had heard of stories about people leaving because of the cruelty of an organization; he had also heard of people leaving because of the suspicion of an organization. But this was the first time Conan had heard of someone leaving because of lack of money.

People who seem to be doing whatever they want, just like they are playing around in the world.

But how much truth and falsehood are there in what was said this time?

"I guess you must be wondering about the truthfulness of what I said." Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help but smile, "I can only say that this is indeed one of the reasons why I left, but it is not the direct reason for my leaving."

The car finally stopped by the roadside, in front of which was an ordinary-looking apartment building.

Whether you are an undercover agent or a member of an organization, you cannot be too conspicuous.

Therefore, this choice also reflects the good intentions of the organization.

The most important thing is that the rent here is cheap.

"Because it was Toru Motokawa who arranged the accommodation, I was responsible for it. So I clearly remember that the monthly rent was about 40,000 yen at that time."

"But later, I heard that murders often occurred in nearby Beika-cho, and the landlord was so scared that no one would come, so he lowered the rent to 30,000 yen."

Qinghai Chuantang spoke in a low voice while using the wire unlocking method.

“That’s really none of my business.”

Conan wanted to cry but had no tears. He didn't know why murders always happened nearby whenever he appeared.

Could it be that he was entangled by something unclean?

"I understand. It's the author's fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

After gently pushing the door open, Conan turned on his watch flashlight and began to observe his surroundings.

The house was very clean and there was nothing extra inside. It looked very simple. Perhaps it was just a place to sleep.

"This is!"

When the light shone on the shelves, Conan's expression suddenly became excited.

It turned out to be the first edition of "Sherlock Holmes"!

"But the order of placement is not right."

"what?"

Hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang came over.

On the bookshelf, the books are arranged from left to right in the following order: "The Sign of Four", "The Uncanny Valley", "A Study in Scarlet", and "The Hound of the Baskervilles".

Conan explained: "If we follow the order in which the novels were published, it should be "A Study in Scarlet", "The Sign of Four", "The Hound of the Baskervilles", and "The Valley of Uncanny".

In other words, either Toru Motokawa did it on purpose; or someone had already come here before them and wanted to find something.

"Anyway, let's look for it again. If it was someone sent by the organization, they wouldn't make such a simple mistake."

She still has this bit of confidence.

When Conan heard this, he felt something was wrong: Why does your tone seem a little proud?

Today is the public memorial day.

Significance: Remember history, never forget national humiliation, and commemorate the dead.

We should strive to be self-reliant.

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(End of this chapter)