Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 157 The real secret code of the note (add more for the big brothers)

The photo album is very thick, and many photos are pasted inside.

In the blank space under each photo, there is a story record about this photo, which is as interesting as watching a comic strip.

It's just that most people's photo albums always have photos of themselves or their family members and friends.

But in Qinghai Chuantang's photo album, there are more people.

Could not find a single photo of her.

"It seems that there is nothing."

Conan sighed and closed the album.

"Mr. Amuro, did you find anything?"

Amuro shook his head.

Conan stood on tiptoe, trying to put the album back.

But because of the weight of the photo album and the height of the bookshelves, it was a bit difficult for him.

"careful!"

Unexpectedly, when his hand slipped, the photo album fell on his head, causing Conan to lie on the ground all of a sudden.

When Conan was about to stand up, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a box under the bed.

"and many more!"

He quickly stood up and ran over, got under the bed like a king, and dragged the box out.

The box was covered with dust, which made Conan feel a little uncomfortable.

After coughing a few times, he opened the paper box, which contained some origami gadgets and a black notepad.

"this is?"

Obviously, Toru Amuro didn't know the existence of the box, and his tone was full of doubts and curiosity.

"It should be a diary."

Conan handed the notepad to Qinghai Chuantang, and it was up to her to decide whether to disclose the contents.

After Qinghai Chuantang took it, he opened it, and his expression gradually changed from solemn to subtle.

Finally, he closed the book forcefully.

"There's nothing you want in here."

Her reaction just now, as well as her strange expression, convinced Conan that there must be something crucial hidden inside.

It's just that now is not a good time.

"I'm a little sleepy, why don't you go back first?"

She issued an order to evict the guests, making it clear that she wanted to send them away on purpose.

Perhaps the diary just now reminded her of something.

Conan guessed so.

After the two left, Qinghai Chuantang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, preparing to "destroy corpses and wipe out traces".

The content of this diary is indeed somewhat shameful.

In the open space of the courtyard, a fire was lit, and then the pages of the book were crumpled up and thrown in.

Let the flames consume it, and turn it into ashes.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a fire, so there was nothing to cook?

So I contacted friends on the road, sent barbecue and seasonings, and beer, ready to venture into the world.

Yes, she regained her memory, right after reading that damn diary.

"smell good"

Qinghai Chuantang paused, looked at the person who made the sound, and couldn't help being taken aback.

"Kid Conan, you left and came back so soon?"

After hearing this, Conan was silent for a while.

"Three hours isn't too fast, is it? Listening to your name, have you recovered your memory?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded, picked up a bottle of cans from the bag, and threw it to Conan.

He sighed: "Sure enough, a diary shouldn't have been written in the first place."

Now, Conan is even more curious about the contents of the diary.

However, he has a more important purpose.

"Sister Xiaotang, you still look like the person who attacked you, is there Benchuan Toru?"

"There are two people in the former, and one of them attacked from behind, so I don't know; the latter is wearing a hat, covering most of his face, and he can't see clearly. As for Toru Honkawa"

Qinghai Chuantang hesitated for a moment, and said, "He is an undercover agent sent to the Black Organization."

Black Organization?

Conan was startled, "Could it be that the one who killed him was someone from the organization?"

But if it was the organization in black, why didn't they attack her?Could it be that the patrolmen just arrived at that time?

"Perhaps...not."

Toru Ben Chuan has been undercover in the black organization for six years and is a peripheral member of the intelligence team.

After the death of Zhu Fu Jingguang, code-named "Scotch Whiskey", he received the task of Qinghai Chuantang: to investigate the death of Zhu Fu Jingguang.

The leak of Zhu Fu Jingguang's undercover identity was not accidental. Someone must have leaked the news or someone deliberately handed over this information to the organization.

At that time, Qinghai Chuantang had already left the organization and could not help much.

Now that Toru Ben Chuan has found her, it means that he is close to the truth.

"If you want to go undercover for a long time, you will temporarily erase the experience of being a police officer. This is also to protect the safety of the police. Until the end of the undercover investigation, the experience will not be restored."

Qinghai Chuantang turned over the grilled beef slices with iron tongs, and sighed: "It is difficult and painful to be an undercover agent for a long time. If it weren't for my request and request at the time, perhaps he had already chosen to end this job .”

Maybe, in the end, there will be no death.

"Could it be that you are also a member of the police organization?"

Qinghai Chuantang paused, lowered his head, and chose to deny it.

After putting all the barbecued meat on the shelf into the plate, Qinghai Chuantang took out the note and began to explain its meaning.

"Multiplication by 2 represents two dots, that is, voiced sound; multiplication of the same number means adding only one dot. Then use the Uesugi code to arrange these, and the answer is—"

"Shadow, danger, escape."

In the Ministry of Public Security, there is a position called shadow management officer, but this position does not exist in the personnel records, and it is used to handle public security affairs that cannot be made public.

It was the shadow administrator who sent Toru Ben Chuan as an undercover agent.

Shadow is a shadow.

Danger is danger.

To escape means to escape quickly.

"The person who leaked Zhu Fu Jingguang's undercover identity at that time may be the shadow management officer. I just don't know whether he was an undercover agent sent by the organization from the beginning, or whether he later turned to the black camp."

"Zhu Fu Jingguang?"

"Code-named 'Scotland', he is an undercover agent dispatched by the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department to the Black Organization."

"He and Zhu Fu are clever, don't they?"

"It's brother."

After a pause, Qinghai Chuantang looked at him pretending to be dissatisfied: "Are you a hundred thousand why?"

No, it's just that you gave too much information, and I couldn't digest it for a while.

After Conan whispered in his heart, he began to sort out the information given by the other party in his mind and extract the key points.

In other words, Zhu Fu Jingguang's identity as an undercover agent at that time was probably leaked deliberately.

And this person is the Shadow Administrator.

After Toru Ben Chuan got the result, someone opened fire and killed him.If the patrolman didn't feel it, maybe she would also say that there was something crucial in the USB flash drive.

Most likely, it is the real information about the "Shadow Administrator".

"This USB flash drive has been specially processed. If it is plugged into a normal computer, it will only display learning materials."

Seeming to see through what he was thinking, Qinghai Chuantang began to explain: "The only computer that can open the USB flash drive and view the real information inside is only one."

When Conan heard it, he quickly asked, "Where is it?"

"Police Department, Central Control Management Office for Confidential Files."

Conan instantly became like a beaten eggplant.

"However, in addition to the information of the shadow administrator, there are also organizational information in the USB flash drive."

As soon as Conan heard it, he felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, "Then let's quickly find a way, how to sneak into the police station!"

"It's illegal for you to do this." Qinghai Chuantang said solemnly.

"For the sake of the overall situation, there is no way to do this."

After hearing this, Qinghai Chuantang was very pleased.

He took out a layout plan from his pocket, unfolded it and placed it on the ground. It marked the inspection time and the layout plan of the ventilation system.

Conan looked at it and called out to the experts: Is this a premeditated co-author?
"Don't be afraid, we are both cheating, and we will be safe." Qinghai Chuantang comforted.

Conan was silent for a while, and asked, "Then how long will we act?"

"Tomorrow at 1:45 in the middle of the night, that is the weakest time of inspection, and it is not easy to be found. At that time, we will meet in the nearby dark alley first."

Conan nodded.

"By the way, write down the connection code."

Conan's expression suddenly became serious, why did he suddenly have the feeling of being an undercover agent?
"I said 'I won't sleep if the moon doesn't sleep', and you would answer 'thugs are babies'."

Why, sounds so strange?
Conan's expression was tangled, "Can I change it?"

How could it be so easy for Qinghai Chuantang, as he wished?
He said solemnly: "It is because it is strange that it looks special. In this way, there will be no spies mixed in with us, understand?"

Conan nodded, making sense.

"Okay, let's eat. Otherwise, if it gets cold again later, it's time to clog your teeth."

With that said, Qinghai Chuantang put the freshly baked barbecue on a plate and handed it to him.

The next day, one o'clock sharp in the middle of the night.

"I won't sleep when the moon sleeps."

"The gangsters are all little babies."

For some reason, Conan always felt ashamed when he read this sentence.

"Goods, I brought them. Money, have you brought them?"

"what?"

Conan was stunned, there is no such paragraph in the script?

"Sorry, I just got into the drama for a while."

Qinghai Chuantang said, and came out from the dark.

Wearing a black special agent suit, he looked very capable, and he also had a bit of aura.

Maybe it was for insurance, she made herself look more ordinary, maybe walking on the street, there is a [-]% chance of bumping into faces.

Sure enough, being able to disguise oneself means being able to do whatever one wants?
"Sister Xiaotang, do you see me?"

Conan had a flattering smile on his face.

To be honest, he was still a little apprehensive.

"Don't worry, I won't really let you go. Then you stay in the airway, and if anything goes wrong, just run away immediately."

Qinghai Chuantang planned it early.

The road map handed over to Conan leads to the air outlet, which happens to be directly visible on the screen of the big computer.

If found, he was sure he could escape.

When Conan sees that the situation is not right, he can also return directly from the original route of the tuyere, without attracting the attention of others.

"I won't leave you alone."

Conan's gaze was firm, "Besides, with Dr. Ali's invention, both of us will live in peace."

When the other party slowly took out an invisibility cloak from his backpack, Qinghai Chuantang called out on the spot as an expert!

However, it's not as magical as it is often seen in film and television dramas, it's just a cover-up, just like what Qinghai Chuantang once did.

As long as no one finds anything unusual, the two are relatively safe.

"Conan."

Qinghai Chuantang called out his name very solemnly.

He said with a serious face: "In fact, you only need to hold the bow and stand in the corner, just like your daily reasoning, and you can also achieve the perfect invisibility effect.

Conan laughed and said: I believe you ghost!

(End of this chapter)