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Meanwhile, Conan had already explained his plan to Professor Agasa: once he used his laptop to find out the purpose of the software and confirmed that it was being used for illegal or criminal activities, he could call the police and request that someone be arrested.

"Alright, Doctor, I'll clean up the traces we left behind. You go and warm up the car, we're about to leave."

However, Professor Agasa was still hesitant to go out. Only after Conan carefully analyzed the situation did Professor Agasa believe that no one was watching the villa.

However, once he got on the bus, Conan realized that his plan had failed.

The software requires a password to open and cannot be copied. Time is of the essence, and Dr. Agasa has no means to crack it.

Without evidence of a crime, he would have no way to call the police, deploy a large number of officers to surround the other party, and achieve the goal of arresting Vodka without causing any harm.

He could use the excuse of buying and selling guns, but that wouldn't mobilize many police officers. If the other side had a large number of officers, many would likely lose their lives.

What should we do now?

Soon, Conan came up with a new plan, but this plan was much more dangerous.

He planned to go to the transaction site, using software as bait to collect crucial biological clues such as vodka's fingerprints, hair, and saliva, and then make the arrest afterwards!

The new plan had just been finalized when the Beetle's tire blew out.

"Shinichi, I think this is fate, preventing you from going on your adventures." Professor Agasa got out of the car and looked at the tires; it was beyond repair.

Conan paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Just then, a car drove up and the driver took the initiative to ask a question.

Thus, Conan and Professor Agasa embarked on their journey back to Tokyo once again.

...

After Vodka finished arranging his work, a lot of time had passed. He hurriedly drove to Xianqiao Station. Today he didn't drive his Porsche 356A, after all, he was just a driver, not the owner of the car.

However, he was driving a brand new sports car, which was very fast.

At 2:50 a.m., Yusuke Suzuki took Kogoro Mouri back to the detective agency.

He turned on his phone and found an email and a phone call, both from Gin.

The email asked him if he wanted to personally conduct the transaction with Itakura Taku, and it was sent 3 hours ago.

Yusuke Suzuki edited the email.

[Itakura Takumi is dead. His phone was dead. He just got home from the police station. —Grouse]

At this moment, Gin in Base 2 had already opened the door to the lounge. He had just received news that Vodka had moved up the pickup time, which was a bit strange, so he went over to take a look.

Just then, his phone vibrated. He picked it up and looked at it, his pupils contracting slightly.

[Ha, looks like there's going to be a good show tonight. Vodka got tricked and went to Xianqiao Station. —Gin]

"Get me a gun. —Grouse"

Yusuke Suzuki put away his phone and stepped on the gas.

He needed to go to Base 2 to retrieve his car and disguise himself, but fortunately, the main road was deserted, allowing him to roam freely at full speed.

Meanwhile, Conan and Professor Agasa entered Tokyo, where the two jewelry robbers who were carrying them had just been taken down.

Conan looked at Professor Agasa and said, "Then I'll head over first. Professor, you can call the police now and tell them you've caught these jewel thieves."

“Hey, Shinichi,” Professor Agasa still felt uneasy, “Do you really have to do this?”

"Don't worry, there's still one stop away from that station. Even if the police come, they won't give up the deal just because of that."

"That's not what I meant. It's really dangerous for you to go over there like that..."

"Let's go."

Before Professor Agasa could finish speaking, Conan ran off casually, saying, "If anything happens, I'll contact you using my detective badge. Until then, you can't come near Shizuhashi Station."

After running along the road to the station, Conan looked around and didn't see anyone else except for a drunk man.

It seems that Vodka is quite trustworthy.

Conan pulled up the hood of his jacket and ran into the station.

Time is of the essence now, and the other party may have already arrived, but he still wants to take a gamble.

Putting aside the fact that he's just a kid and can fool the other party, even if something happens, he has a soccer belt and tranquilizer darts to protect himself.

Professor Agasa has already called the police, and they will be here soon. He can be safe as long as he can escape from the station.

Conan was very lucky; the organization's members always arrived at the exact moment they met the target, and he made his way to the bottom floor.

Coin-operated metal locker number 0032...

found it.

He took out the magnetic disk, put it in a plastic box, which was difficult to open because he was wearing gloves. Inside, there was also a transmitter.

After cleaning the fingerprints with a handkerchief, secure the plastic box with tape.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came.

There's only one person!?

Conan was overjoyed; now, his plan had a very good chance of succeeding!

He quickly shrank behind the innermost cabinet and hid, forcing himself to slow down his breathing.

At the station entrance, Yusuke Suzuki opened the train door.

Gin tossed him a pistol and turned to walk downstairs.

Chapter 275 Conan finally realizes he was too reckless.

"Hey, Itakura."

Vodka glanced around with his flashlight, saw no one, and muttered, "That Itakura guy still hasn't arrived."

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and decided to wait a little longer.

Outside on the stairs, Suzuki Yusuke saw that Gin had lowered his footsteps to almost nothing, so he had no choice but to do the same, just like playing an FPS game.

You can't have your teammate walking quietly while he runs around wildly next to you, right? That would be sabotaging your teammate. Although there's only one Conan here, he's practically no threat.

Gin, who was walking ahead of him, suddenly stopped, and Yusuke Suzuki stopped as well. Vodka's voice could be heard from not far away.

After they finished listening, they looked at each other; it was the guy talking to himself.

keep going.

The sound of vodka grew clearer.

"That guy Itakura should still be lingering nearby. You guys need to find him and bring him to me right away."

"What? You only saw a drunkard and a kid enter the station? That's impossible! Go find them!"

Suddenly, Vodka felt something hard pressing against the back of his head, and he heard the familiar sound of gunfire.

"What do you want to do."

Gin's cold voice stunned Vodka. "Big Brother..."

Why was the trading time changed without authorization?

Vodka turned around and saw Suzuki Yusuke, who was still silent. He quickly explained, "Because that guy wanted me to go to Gunma to make the deal, I argued with him for a while before deciding to make the deal here."

"Itakura Taku is dead."

Yusuke Suzuki said softly, his voice echoing in the air and reaching Conan's ears.

Oh no, they already knew?!

Conan's heart clenched. But they must have just found out. Damn it, what should he do now?

He desperately wanted to sneak a peek at the Sparrow outside to confirm whether the code name truly belonged to the man who had saved him.

But he dared not.

There was no way to escape in the current situation. If he was discovered, Gin would definitely kill him on the spot, and he couldn't be sure that the man would save him again.

Vodka was stunned when he heard Suzuki Yusuke's words. Gin changed the position of his pistol, pressed it against Vodka's jaw, and gently pulled the trigger, and Vodka would be gone forever.

"He...he's dead!? Then the person who contacted me..."

"There are bugs."

Yusuke Suzuki picked up the futka cigarette butt from the ground. "You can't just throw these things away like that."

Vodka instantly wanted to complain, "When have you ever not littered your cigarette butts?" But he couldn't say anything more now, because he really sensed a bit of killing intent from Gin.

He quickly took out a plastic box from the storage compartment behind him. "Now that we've successfully obtained the software, it doesn't matter whether Itakura Taku lives or dies, right?"

“The key point isn’t with Itakura Taku,” Suzuki Yusuke said, putting his cigarette butt into his vodka pocket. “The guy who put the magnetic disc here is the key.”

Gin took the plastic box and sneered, "Do you know why he insisted on handing the software to us using a magnetic disk? It's to collect fingerprints, because you can't open it while wearing gloves."

"The same goes for cigarette butts. If someone takes the saliva on them for testing, they can find out your blood type."

He then discovered the transmitter, took it out, and crushed it with his foot, thinking, "They actually wanted to find our base."

By this time, Vodka's face was ashen; he had performed terribly on this mission!

"Brother, I..."

“Vodka, I didn’t expect you to do things like this,” Gin said, taking off his gloves and placing his palm on the magnetic plate in the box. “Heh, the fingerprints have been wiped off, but there’s still a little warmth on it.”

Yusuke Suzuki immediately raised his hand and pointed the gun at the back of the locker.

“Wei Que, what’s this… Yeah, that guy should still be hiding nearby.” Vodka realized what was happening and cocked his pistol as well.

The three of them instantly formed a circle around the lockers and walked towards the innermost row of lockers.

Left with no other choice, Conan found a cabinet and crawled inside, then gently closed the door. The cabinet was just the right size for him to squat down inside.

...

"Brother, there's nobody here."

no one?

Gin was quite surprised; his prediction was actually wrong.

This is impossible!