Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

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162 Strategies and Codes

Winette thought that Dino Cabana had probably been to the art gallery.

She was not sure whether Cabana would return to the old place, but she knew that he must have left some information, information about the gold coins, which attracted his former hyena subordinates to search the art gallery. This information was unclear, otherwise they would not have wandered around the art gallery, because their purpose was the same as hers, to find Cabana in hiding.

The organization's intelligence also confirmed that Cabana used the power of the Nisan Society to kick out his former subordinates.

What made Winnet speechless was that the Cabana men were extremely lacking in vigilance. Although they wore black suits and sunglasses, they kept appearing around the art gallery for the next two days, acting furtively. Even children could see their suspiciousness and avoided them.

On the morning of the third day, the sky was leaden gray and a cold wind brought a sudden downpour.

Winette wore a large green felt coat with the hood pulled over her head and in front, and leaned forward with a black umbrella to shield her face from the rain.

Cabana was extremely cautious. During her several days of investigation, the other party did not reveal any traces. The spies arranged by the organization did not obtain any useful intelligence. The Ni Canhui behaved calmly and peacefully on the surface, as if all the filth was hidden in the dark. Even the local intelligence dealers did not get any information about them.

This made Winnet's actions sluggish.

The process was not smooth, and her disguised life came to a standstill.

Winnett was wearing a functional integrated headset under her hood for communication. Just as she sighed at the gloomy weather, Richard, who was a part-time surveillance, sent a message. His voice was as gloomy as the weather, and the conclusion was an insignificant piece of news. The group that rented the top of the East Metro Tower was a group that frequently sold artworks and gems as fakes. Winnett wondered why they came here to hold an exhibition, so she asked Richard to investigate their resume. After a while, the result came out. More than a decade ago, this group had a conflict with Kaito Kidd.

The exact details of what happened are unknown, but according to her speculation, this group probably wanted to borrow the fame of the Phantom Thief.

The so-called precious gems owned by the rich are most likely a scam, a fabricated situation with the purpose of using the Kaito Kid effect to make it appear that the gems really exist, and then make fakes and let them flow into the black market.

Winette didn't know where they got the confidence to compete with Kaito Kid:

How could a guy who has been a thief for decades and has stolen things worth more than tens of billions be dealt with by security laymen like them?

This is similar to what some London appraisers did a few years ago, who hired experts to forge lost famous paintings, used their own fame to prove that they were authentic, and then sold them at high prices in the market. However, compared with the former, their methods are a bit like childish play - too elementary.

"So, the invitation was also forged by them." Winnett raised her lips. "Although the method was crude, it was very useful as a provocation."

She decided to use this elementary method; being passive was not her personality.

She thought that she should first focus on Cabana's subordinates, get some information about the gold coins, and then design a situation to make the people attending the meeting think that the gold coins have fallen into the hands of someone with ulterior motives - making Cabana lose its value.

Winette was a little worried about this method. She was afraid that those idiots were too stupid and didn't have any information about the gold coins. They searched aimlessly like a second-rate vagrant, and then bumped into the net laid by the police, flapping their wings like a powerless mosquito, crying that Cabana was a bastard who absconded with the money.

Quickly, Winnet arrived at the art gallery.

It was raining heavily today, so there were only a few guests. Her freight work was terminated, and the cleaning work in the evening was moved to the morning. The guide sat on a square stool, hunched over and looking at her phone, hoping to get off work early. While cleaning, Winette stared at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the first floor exhibition hall.

She thought those unlucky guys would not come, but they repeated the "tour" process as if they were clocking in for work. Because it was raining, they hid in the museum, and in order to avoid looking unnatural, they spread out, but their temperament was obviously different from the tourists around them.

Winnet found a toilet and put on a different face from her current one. As a cleaner, she did not have a special uniform. She took out the small bag that she had prepared in advance in the unused cubicle, changed her clothes, and transformed herself into a tourist.

Seeing the unreasonable state of Cabana's men, Winnett speculated:

Perhaps Cabana had agreed to meet them here, and had not really severed ties with them, and even wanted to pit the Nican Association and his men. Because there was no specific date agreed upon, they would come to the museum every day to stand guard like security guards.

There is another possibility that Cabana will leave a message at the museum.

Winnet, disguised as a tourist, stared at them while admiring the art in the museum. To Winnet's surprise, their attention was not on the guests, nor on Cabana, but on the collections in the museum. Could they be doing their old business and stealing? After a while, Winnet rejected her idea.

The information about them mentioned that before, they often carried out activities on the edge of the museum and in the courtyard, but now they ran into the interior of the museum, as if they were searching for something.

There is no doubt that the gold coins could not be hidden in the art gallery. Winnett thought that they were looking for a message or clue left by Cabana.

The result of this search was, just like their previous ones, fruitless.

When they gave up, Winnet followed them, gloomily, with her head down. Like all criminals in a bad mood, the members of the robber group were in a state of panic, and sometimes they looked around with a sense of danger. They had done things like tracking before; maybe the people in Cabana were watching them from somewhere, and they were also afraid of this treacherous boss. Winnet was also on guard.

They began to change their routes and speed up their actions to find out Winnet's intentions.

This was exactly what Winette was thinking. She was familiar with the surrounding streets, so even if she couldn't see the target, she would not lose him. On the contrary, she could follow his movements from a shortcut and use blind spots to hide herself.

After failing to find her, the men got into a black sedan.

Winnett wrote down the license plate number and contacted the organization to track it; the car was stolen, and their activities in Japan were also illegal. She locked their approximate location through several witness points provided by members of the organization. Given their illegal identities, they were unlikely to live in ordinary houses, so factories and abandoned buildings became suspected targets. She personally investigated and locked the range, and finally found them in a discontinued parts processing factory.

Winnet climbed up the wall and put her ear to the emergency passage on the second floor. There was a heavy object inside the door. She saw a tall building next to her and the factory roof was a solid concrete building. She went to the top floor next door and used the hook and lock device she carried to pull herself to the roof of the factory. After fixing the rope, she stepped on the wall and came to the side of the high window of the factory from the air.

As the rain was still falling, the sounds of her actions were not obvious. After confirming that she was inside the room, she opened the window from the outside and moved slowly along the high metal beams, padding her steps lightly to avoid making a sound like ringing a bell. When she moved to the middle and waited for a moment, they also walked out of the narrow room of the factory.

A tanned man with a mustache complained. "Still no clue?"

In addition to the people who were on guard, there were several other people here. They were holding photocopy papers and wandering around the factory in a panic. People who were eating instant food were also holding pieces of paper, as if they were trying to analyze something from them.

In order to avoid being mistaken for a country girl, Miss Winnet also reads detective novels which are very popular in the world.

Although it was a little irrational, under the influence of various events, detective performance, and subjective tendencies, they could not help but think that the paper might contain a code. Among them, it might be the location where Cabana hid the gold coins; according to the information they had, the Mud Association had not yet swallowed the huge sum of money.

Cabana didn't trust the Japanese gangsters at all, and likewise, he didn't think of sharing the gold coins with them; Winnett realized that these people might have found Cabana once and snatched the codes from him.

In this case, they were probably the ones who leaked the news to the police. However, they did not expect that Cabana had connections with local Japanese gangs and was rescued by the Nissan Society; everything that happened afterwards was a matter of course, and everything was the result of chance.

In this way, these guys are useless...

Winnet lay dormant, waiting for an opportunity. When the robbers left, she jumped down from the iron frame and used the short blade handle that had been hanging at her waist to hit the guard's head, knocking him down instantly, and took away the note with the code. She took off the clothes of the target she knocked down, put them on herself, tried to imitate the other person's voice, and then dragged him into the room and strangled him.

They were also involved in hijacking the organization's ships. It was her job to prevent the news from leaking out and to root out the root of the problem.

Since they came to us on their own initiative, it would save the organization from mobilizing forces to hunt them down overseas.

Over the past two hours, the rest of the band of thieves have returned.

Winnett stayed in the room without hurrying, and she made the same sound as when she killed the man before. "You are so slow."

Then, she said:

"I think I have solved it a little bit... I drew it on the table, come and have a look."

The situation she portrayed was indeed suspicious, but the voice of their companion made them let down their guard and fall into Winnet's trap without knowing it.

Winnet stood near the door, waiting for the first person to walk in and look frightened. She immediately stabbed the second person's throat with the dagger, turned around and cut the third person's neck. The first person who came in wanted to shoot, but she kicked him in the wrist and then cut him open; the dagger was too short, and the person was not killed with one blow. Instead, he realized how much pain he was in. Fear seemed to be boiling in his body, and Winnet saw beads of sweat on his face.

"Is it painful?"

she asked, but he didn't dare speak, fearing the impending fate.

"Then I'll help you get rid of it."

Winnet drew out the broken sword and broke his neck.

No one closed their eyes for them, and Winnet didn't intend to do so.

She collected all the blood-stained photocopies, then took out the lighters from their bodies, dried the blood, and burned the papers; if the police saw the code on it, there might be another Kudo Shinichi or the second generation. To avoid unexpected situations, Winette also unloaded the gasoline from their car, poured it on them, and set them on fire.

She looked at the code and felt a headache.

There are a bunch of graphics on it.

All clues need to be found within the graphics and are largely influenced by the habits and personality of the person who made the code.

Winnett didn't understand Cabana, nor was she proficient in interpreting the code.

If she wanted to set a secret code, she could still do it.

She looked at the opening graphic:

"This shape should be the Dongdu Tower. The moon next to it may represent the night. Then there are the convex shapes, inverted triangles, umbrellas, balls, boxes, etc. arranged vertically... The last shape is a fish."

Although half a week had passed since they received the secret code, Cabana was under the surveillance of the participants in the Mud Conference and it was impossible for her to make any arrangements with the gold coins. As long as she found the gold coins first, she could use them as bait to lure the participants in the Mud Conference and ask them to hand over Cabana as a bargaining chip.

Although this is different from the original idea, it can be considered as completing the task.

The prerequisite is to decipher this code.

Walking on the road, Winette laughed dryly:

"If Kudo Shinichi is still alive, maybe we can ask him to give it a try?"

In any case, she now had to go back to the art gallery to apologize.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she changed back into her clothes in the restroom. She was reprimanded by her supervisor but was not fired.

When she returned in the evening, she had dinner outside until the moon came down, and then took a detour to the East Capital Tower.

"No... no clues."

After looking around, Winnett didn't find any clues. It seemed to be related to the heavy rain. The surrounding businesses also had a power outage. Only the neon lights on the Dongdu Tower were still working.

Winette sighed and crumpled the note into her pocket.

She has a new idea.

Since the location of the gold coin cannot be found, then find someone to forge a maple leaf gold coin, and then use the forged product and the note to contact the people who are attending the meeting; although it is a bit troublesome, it is much more effective than wasting time for no reason.

The next day, the news reported on the factory incident; on the third day, the identity of the deceased was confirmed to be a member of an Italian bandit group.

Winnett felt that this information had a certain impact on Cabana. Maybe he would reveal his true colors. In order to prevent herself from getting bored, she planned to take another walk to look for him, but it was not fruitful. After arriving at the art gallery, she was cleaning as before, but was approached by several children.

"Ah, it's the big brother from that day!"

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163 The Junior Detective Team is established

Remembering the voices, Winnet turned around and saw a group of four children. She quickly recalled that they were the children she met in the park that day.

She bowed and smiled, trying to act kindly, but unexpectedly, the ball of code paper in her pocket fell out and was picked up by the fat child among the four.

"what is this?"

The freckled kid explained: "Is there any need to ask, Yuantai? It must be the paper ball that this big brother put into his pocket when he was cleaning!"

Winnett didn't react when she saw this. She slowly said, "Yes, I picked it up on the way to get the cleaning tools."

After hearing what she said, the little girl among the four said to Yuantai: "Throw it away, Yuantai."

However, the kid named Yuantai opened the paper ball and said, "Hey, there's a strange pattern on it!"

"Strange pattern?"

The kid with glasses grunted but didn't show much interest.

Winnett thought that curious people like Kudo Shinichi were indeed rare.

Originally, as Suzuki Sonoko's friend, if he had been less curious or less courageous, she would not have killed him; although she was uncomfortable being targeted by the hound, the other party was at best an arrogant high school kid and not a big threat.

Unfortunately, he was eager to listen to God's teachings instead of the advice of those around him.

Winette believed that someone around Kudo Shinichi must have reminded him countless times that it was dangerous to go deep into the world of crime and darkness, but he still chose to plunge into this danger. Good luck will not always favor him, and radical recklessness will cost people's lives.

But Winnett didn't know that the little boy in front of her was a smaller version of Kudo Shinichi.

The reason why Kudo Shinichi was not interested in the note was that his mind at the moment was only filled with the two men in black who knocked him out, and the organization behind them.

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"Really? What a strange pattern..." The freckled child leaned over to take a look, then suddenly had an idea and stretched out a finger, "This should be a secret code. The box pattern below may indicate the location where the treasure is buried!"

"Treasure!" The little girl also became interested.

There happens to be a treasure-themed exhibition hall in the art museum, which contains precious metals and products made of precious materials with historical mysteries. Although many of the items inside are replica models, they do not prevent people from arousing their imagination of treasures.

"Treasure!" exclaimed Kojima Genta.

Countless gold coins and gems, as well as endless eel rice like rain, appeared in his mind.

"If I find it, I can eat countless bowls of eel rice!"

Eel rice is his favorite food.

Kojima Genta couldn't wait any longer, he shouted: "Mitsuhiko, Ayumi, Conan, let's go find the treasure together!"

Winnett had an awkward yet gentle smile on her face, as if facing a child, but she was secretly ashamed:

What a bunch of overly lively kids.

Seeing the current situation, she couldn't dispel their delusions and took back the note. She had not forgotten Sister Alyssa's teachings that children should be treated with tolerance and careful teaching.

The prerequisite is that the child is able to correct his mistakes, rather than being a bad and naughty child.

She smiled awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt their imagination. In a sense, this note was a real treasure code, hiding gold coins worth hundreds of millions of yuan, but she didn't believe that a group of children could crack it. She also memorized the code itself and no longer needed the note.

"Come on, how can there be a treasure map that is crumpled up like a piece of paper trash?"

Conan rejected it with a look of complete disbelief, and then he said:

"There are indeed many undiscovered treasures in the world, but they are not found in big cities like Dongdu. Besides, if it is really a treasure map, why would it be thrown away like waste paper?"