The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1477 Old Deng, Xuanwu Gate vs. [unclear text]
"What do you think it is?" Fujino stared intently into her cunning eyes.

Vermouth and Fujino exchanged glances for a moment, then Vermouth chuckled and said, "I'm afraid you want to access the organization's computers, don't you?"

As she spoke, she fiddled with the SD card in her hand: "Otherwise, she wouldn't have used this method to have me guide you through reading the contents of this SD card."

Fujino looked calmly at her face.

Her expression held a smile, and with her delicate, charming, mature, and pretty face, sometimes it really made people feel that this older woman still retained quite a bit of charm.

Unfortunately, Fujino wasn't falling for the honey trap.

He said calmly and in a deep voice, "Sometimes, a woman who is too smart is not likable."

Vermouth shook her head slightly, her smile unchanged: "But aren't intelligent women more lovable?"

“Too smart, and you can’t love them.” Fujino narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, “Especially the type who deliberately tries to be loved for their own purposes.”

He paused, his tone lowering slightly: "It might even evoke a sense of disgust."

Vermouth's expression remained unchanged, her smile unchanged, as she leaned closer and asked with a grin, "So, little nephew, what kind of type do you like?"

"I?"

Fujino pointed to himself, "As for me, I like the type of person I like."

"What type is that?"

Faced with Vermouth's confusion, Fujino explained calmly, "It means exactly what it says. I only like what I like, I don't have a specific type."

Vermouth: "..."

What kind of nonsense is this?
Fujino didn't intend to talk to Vermouth, this old lady, about strange topics like who likes whom, who loves whom, and what type of person they like.

He spoke up, asking, "So, your organization's computers aren't going to go to your organization's hideouts to read the data here, are they?"

“That’s not quite right.” Vermouth waved her hand and explained to Fujino, “My laptop is fine. After all, it’s part of the organization’s computer. I use that one to access any information about the organization…”

As she spoke, she blinked, "However, the computer is currently in my hotel room. If you want it..."

"You'll have to come to my room with me."

Fujino: "..."

Something doesn't quite sound right about that.

This involves the aunt, and going to a hotel room together.

This old lady is really like a cunning old fox.

Fujino inwardly groaned, but he still had to brave the danger.

Having retrieved the SD card, he didn't forget that Ben and Shu were still lying on the rooftop.

He dismissed Vermouth, telling her to find a place to meet up, and then took a hang glider to take her to the Metropolitan Police Department. He tied a rope to her and lowered her down little by little, like throwing a bomb, until finally dropping her at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

…………

Vermouth is currently staying at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, a well-known five-star hotel in Tokyo.

The hotel occupies seven floors from the 45th to the 53rd floor. The highest floor of the entire building, the 53rd floor, belongs to the hotel and houses the presidential suite, club suites, and a bar.

As for how Fujino knew that?
Once inside, directional signs started appearing continuously.

This place is very upscale. At the entrance on the 45th floor, there are women in formal dresses playing elegant and melodious tunes in the lobby.

Vermouth had, of course, removed her original outfit and changed into a black dress, which suited the place quite well.

Fujino followed behind, giving off a bodyguard vibe.

Taking the elevator to the 52nd floor, the executive suites, one is immediately struck by the luxurious atmosphere. It's not the kind of extravagant luxury, but it's easy to tell that this place is not cheap.

Fujino looked around, but wasn't particularly surprised.

That's how capital works. As long as you have money, you can get anything you want, any service you desire, and even absolve yourself of guilt.

Capitalism, to put it bluntly, is a primitive society where money is power. With enough money, one can forcefully suppress anyone.

The two of them didn't say anything, and Vermouth took Fujino back to her suite.

It was a modernly decorated executive room, about 80 or 90 square meters in size, with a similarly luxurious feel to the decor. There wasn't much to say about it. The first thing you saw was a huge window, from which you could see Tokyo Tower and the night view of Tokyo.

Even the interior of the room was slightly dim.

Fujino followed behind, watching the scene unfold, and remarked, "So, you're living quite comfortably here. How much does it cost per night?"

"Around 100,000... Anyway, I don't have to pay out of my own pocket; the organization will provide the operational funds," Vermouth replied after a moment's thought.

"Oh." Fujino suddenly felt that it was surprisingly cheap.

However, upon closer reflection, the price of a night's stay at a normal luxury hotel isn't actually that expensive.

Aside from some overpriced hotels that cost several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan, a normal five-star hotel can actually be stayed in for only five or six hundred yuan a night.

Converted here, it's roughly around one thousand.

Of course, if you stay for a month, it will still cost 30,000 yuan.

Vermouth didn't make any big moves. She walked slowly to the bedside, took out her suitcase, and pulled out a notebook from inside.

Fujino leaned forward for a look, then couldn't help but give a deadpan look: "That's it?"

Vermouth placed the laptop on the desk and shrugged: "What else did you expect?"

Fujino's eyebrows twitched slightly: "I thought we'd have to enter some secret base, verify fingerprints or something, and it would take a lot of effort to succeed."

"That's just movie material." Vermouth shrugged helplessly. "The organization isn't as high-end as you think, but they do have things like iris verification."

As she spoke, she opened her laptop and glanced at it: "But it's only for use when logging into the computer."

Fujino didn't know what to say.

It just feels like this is a bit hasty.

It doesn't even have the same sense of sophistication or technological feel as his secret base.

He took out his phone, pulled a data cable from his personal storage, looked for a port on the laptop, and plugged it in: "You don't mind if I take a look at your computer, do you?"

Vermouth glanced at Fujino's phone, narrowing her eyes: "I don't mind, but your phone..."

“I have a friend who can remotely investigate your laptop for me,” Fujino explained while pressing buttons on his phone. “After all, we need to ensure security, in case anything goes wrong because of this laptop…”

"Even if there's a backdoor for surveillance here, your act of inserting the card will be directly exposed."

“There won’t be any backdoors or anything like that.” Vermouth shook her hand and plopped down on the bed next to her. “The organization isn’t that frivolous when it comes to its cadres. Those who can reach the cadre position are basically people who have been tested by the organization.”

"Moreover, I am a little different from other people."

Fujino glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and knew that what she was talking about was not quite right.

This old lady has lived for so many years and still looks so young; she's truly remarkable.

However, he wouldn't ask her about it further. After all, even if he did, she might not tell him.

There is even a possibility that the cooperative relationship may encounter some unexpected and irreconcilable conflicts.

Using a mobile phone to hack a computer sounds a bit far-fetched, but it's not far-fetched for Fujino, or more accurately, it's not far-fetched for Hiroki.

Hiroki is a creature that moves within the data stream, so as long as a device can still receive signals, he can infiltrate it and modify the underlying data.

Even mobile phones are the same.

Therefore, the moment he connected to the computer, Hiroki had already infiltrated its interior.

At this moment, he had already created a virtual image of himself on Vermouth's computer.

However, he was dressed as Robin: "Fujino-kun, scan complete. The computer doesn't have any backdoor programs, just some special internal software verification procedures. Also... this computer has an independent chip for deciphering and parsing data."

"It appears to be a signature used for data exchange to prevent some kind of virus from self-destructing."

"The code is garbage, who wrote it?"

Fujino ignored Hiroki's sarcastic remarks and instead asked him, "Could you copy down this deciphered and analyzed data?"

"Well, I'll give it a try. It should work, since it does require a program to load."

"Hmm, that's about it, but we still need to test it out."

Hiroki was very efficient and replied immediately.

Fujino responded with satisfaction: "Alright, things are almost done here. By the way, if we insert the SD card now, will it trigger any anti-tracking programs?"

“No, not at all.” Hiroki’s body suddenly became ethereal. “There is only a signing program here, which is basically to forcibly add a special format signature to the file. As for anti-tracking programs, I haven’t found any similar programs yet.”

"I've already disconnected the internet, so you can use it without worry."

Vermouth, observing the scene before her and hearing Fujino conversing with the little figure inside the computer, asked with a hint of curiosity, "Aren't you being a bit too cautious...? You even brought an assistant?"

"If you're not careful, you'll get killed sooner or later." Fujino turned around and glanced at her. "You're a member of a criminal organization, and you're also a murderer and arsonist. Don't you even know that?"

"There's no need to be cautious," Vermouth said nonchalantly, as if she truly didn't care about life or death.

It shouldn't be said that it seems like it; it should be said that it is.

Vermouth was indeed tired of living.

Whether you're exposed or not, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later.

Fujino didn't intend to say much about her views, but simply reached out and beckoned to her, "Give me the SD card."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Vermouth sat up in bed, took out the SD card and handed it over: "Is there anything else?"

"Nothing."

"Then I'm going to take a shower," Vermouth said, unbuttoning her dress as she walked towards the bathroom.

Fujino glanced back, a slight smirk playing on his lips, then turned to Hiroki and instructed, "Keep an eye on things for me."

"Dude, there are no security cameras in the bathroom," Hiroki Sawada immediately reminded him after hearing Fujino's words.

Fujino: "..."

What's this kid thinking...?

Surveillance cameras, bathrooms and stuff—do you think I'm some kind of peeping tom?!

Hiroki needs to be taught a lesson.

Fujino gasped and continued, "What are you thinking? I'm not talking about spying, I'm talking about the code. Do you think there might be any risks after you insert the SD card?"

"There are no risks at the moment, as for the list..."

Hiroki Sawada was the first to know the list, since he had already infiltrated the computer.

He knew exactly what it was like inside: "Tokyo Metropolitan Councilors, Diet members, courts, police departments, there seemed to be a lot of people..."

"The personnel coverage is very broad, covering almost all important industries in Japan."

"Besides companies, there are various families, such as the Fujiwara family in Kyoto."

Hiroki Sawada read through the book bit by bit, and by the end, his expression suddenly became complicated.

He remembered that his older brother seemed to be from the Fujiwara family of Kyoto.

Although there are some things my brother won't mention, I've still talked to him a lot.

Even if he hadn't told anyone, he could have found out about the Fujiwara family's situation through investigation.

Although things like this are unlikely to be reported in the public sphere.

However, by following the clues, it is still possible to find out some things.

He hesitated for a moment before continuing.

Fujino stared intently at the screen in front of him for a moment: "What's going on with the Fujiwara family?"

“They are all branch businesses…” Hiroki Sawada explained, “There are many undercover agents in these businesses, and some members of the branch families are also on the undercover agent list. The composition is very complicated, but it is certain that they are inseparable from the Fujiwara family.”

Is that so?

Fujino stroked his chin, recalling what Hiroki Sawada had just said, and a vague guess began to form in his mind.

The Fujiwara family—since it's the Fujiwara family, that makes perfect sense.

The fact that his parents, who lived in this world, in this body, and with these memories, were killed is impossible without any connection to his family. Since it was an internal family conflict, it makes perfect sense.

If someone were to be killed for no apparent reason, that would be truly outrageous.

However, since it was a struggle within the family, it made perfect sense, and it even gave him a sudden realization.

It seems that the Fujiwara family is not a unified entity, but rather a collection of disorganized factions.

In the name of fighting, it's perfectly normal to seek out external forces that harm one's own family members.

When it comes to family ties, they are utterly insignificant in the face of internal family struggles, interests, and power struggles.

Not to mention, within a family with a vast number of blood relatives, kinship ties can sometimes be as weak as water.

It's already quite good that they didn't directly shout "Old Deng, Xuanwu Gate is attacking!" and start a rebellion, and begin indiscriminately slaughtering their own people.

Li Er was able to fight alongside his father and good brothers at Xuanwu Gate.

There's certainly no problem placing it here; in fact, the Kyoto Imperial Palace was modeled after the Tang Dynasty imperial palace.

The only difference might be that Xuanwu Gate will be replaced by Weijian Gate.

Because the north gate of the Kyoto Imperial Palace is called Weijian Gate.

(End of this chapter)