Ke Yan People In the World of Ke Xue

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Conan was drenched in snow and trotted all the way.

With the ding of the doorbell, Dr. Li opened the door and looked at the little detective in front of him a little strangely:

"Hey...why are you here?"

"Something, because Xiaolan has been with me before, so I didn't call in advance."

Conan stood at the entrance, patted the snow off his body, and looked into the living room, "Where is the first brother and Huiyuan?"

"Zengyi is in the basement, and it seems that Haiyuan went to the bathroom to take a hot bath." Dr. Agasa said.

Conan was relieved and raised the corners of his mouth: "This is really good!"

"Great?"

Dr. Li looked at the other party for a few seconds, and asked in a slightly strange tone: "Don't you want to peek?"

"Please, how is that possible..."

First, Xiao Lan falsely accused me of looking at girls with lustful eyes, but now the doctor actually thinks that I will peep at other people's baths?

In other words, what kind of image do I have in your hearts... Conan's face is full of helplessness.

"Then what are you doing here at this time?" Dr. Li asked.

"Of course it's because I already have some clues about that black organization..."

Conan raised the floppy disk in his hand, and then briefly recounted what happened today.

Afterwards, the two came to Dr. A Li's room.

Conan inserted the floppy disk into the computer and, in a 2-year time span, pulled out a document marked March 7th.

[Today, a burly man with a Kansai accent suddenly found me.

It seemed that he was very interested in a piece of software I developed before, so I received him, but when he learned that I could no longer continue to develop due to poor eyesight, he left decisively...

Whether it's temperament or dress, it reveals a cold man... I hope I won't meet him again in the future...]

It sure is tequila!

but,

"Hey, I just found out about those guys, and I'm very interested in a certain software developed by Mr. Itakura..."

Conan flipped through the content for a few months, and found that the clues about the black organization all stayed on the day Tequila left.

It seems that, as Takuya Itakura hoped in his diary, "I won't meet again in the future"...

"However, this Mr. Itakura's personality seems to be becoming more and more casual."

Dr. A Li, who was on the side, squinted and found some clues. He pointed to the screen and said, "Look, the interval between each entry of his diary is different, and it should be adjusted to some extent."

However, I remember that the client said that Itakura Zhuo is a very strict person... Conan realized the problem.

He dragged the mouse to a blank position and highlighted the gap between the documents. Suddenly, the white text under the hidden white background appeared.

"Is this a protective measure for fear that someone will take his diary..."

Conan's eyes brightened again, and he continued to read the above.

[On March 26, the pen on the table was moved by another five centimeters... Sure enough, someone sneaked into my studio...]

[On April 15th, someone entered my house this time, but the police did not accept the report at all, there was no way, because nothing was lost, and the other party did not leave any traces...]

[On June 11, I have changed the door lock and installed a hidden camera, but it seems to be of no use at all...]

[July 6th, who is it? ! Get me out now! ! 】

[On January 3rd, I was always restless recently, because I found out that the computer I used for work had been implanted with a virus. When was it? If the mocking email didn’t appear on the desktop, I would have I didn't realize it, that was a programmer who was several times stronger than me...

I can't believe how long I have been monitored on the Internet, and I can't imagine who can do such a thing!

I'm so tired. Fortunately, the computer used to write the diary has never been connected to the Internet, but if it goes on like this, maybe one day I will be killed, no, maybe I will go crazy first...]

Reading this, Conan's hand that dragged the mouse couldn't help but tremble.

Although he couldn't understand it yet, just thinking about the feeling of being observed like a guinea pig but completely powerless to resist, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart.

Conan took a deep breath, set his eyes on the content behind the diary, and suddenly had a premonition in his heart.

as predicted.

[On January 6th, in order to get rid of this terrifying feeling, I left a message to the intruder on the drawer and the desktop of the computer, the content was: I am willing to accept your conditions...]

[On January 7th, unexpectedly, the other party actually replied, and the document on the computer was deleted by the other party. Not only that, but the intruder sneaked into my home again when I was not aware of it, and put it in the drawer. In the place where the message was left, a new note was placed... "OK" was written in red, and there was a string of strange phone numbers.

Those words were probably written in blood, probably to warn me that if they leaked out, I would die...]

[On January 23, I was lost for a long time, but I still made that call.

The person who answered the phone was actually a woman, and she spoke as tough as a queen...

Her request is to let me continue to complete the software under development. She is willing to buy it at a high price, but some details need to be changed...

It's an insult to my pride as a programmer, but I don't seem to have a choice. 】

[On February 13, my contact information with them was changed to email. At the same time, after they remitted the deposit to my bank card, they also promised not to harass and monitor in any way during my research and development...]

[August 22, no, I still can't do it! In fact, the development of that software was discontinued in the first place, not only because of my poor eyesight, but also for the sake of all mankind...]

"For, for all mankind? What kind of software is that..." Dr. Li looked at the text on the screen and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Conan was affected by the increasingly dignified atmosphere and did not speak, but continued to read the following:

[On December 9th, I can't imagine how I have survived these few months, the torment of my heart, the torment of my spirit...

Today ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They called me again. Judging from the content of the call, those people should have kept their promise and removed the surveillance. At least, they did not find that I did not continue to complete the software at all...

No matter, I plan to put the unfinished software, and the check of the same amount that they paid my deposit, next to the computer in the villa, and then flee abroad...

The email they notified me of the delivery time and location was at 12:00 in the middle of the night five days later. During this period, I must find a way to escape...]

This is the end of the diary, and the final time is fixed 4 days ago.

Conan glanced at his watch:

"In other words, there are less than 4 hours left until they send the mail on the delivery time and location..."

Although Zhuo Itakura's diary did not record much information about the black organization, Conan was not frustrated at all, because the information that the email would be sent to the villa was enough for him to plan the next step.