The album is thick and has a lot of photos pasted inside.

In the margins under each photo, there is a story about the photo, which is as interesting as watching a comic book.

It's just that the photo album of ordinary people will always have photos of themselves, or with family and friends.

And in the album of Qinghai Chuantang, there are more people.

Not a single photo of her could be found.

"It seems that nothing has been found."

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.

Helplessly, because of the weight of the album and the height of the bookshelf, he was a little struggling.

"Be careful!"

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

Conan was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a box under the bed.

"Wait!"

He hurriedly stood up and ran over, followed Lao Wang's example to get under the bed, and then dragged the box out.

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

After a few dry coughs, he opened the cardboard box, which contained some folded knick-knacks, as well as a black notepad.

"What is this?"

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

"It's supposed to be a diary."

Conan handed the notepad to Qinghai Chuantang, and it was up to her to decide whether to disclose the contents or not.

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

Finally, I closed the notebook with great force.

"There's nothing you want."

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

It's just that now, it's not a good time.

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

She issued an eviction order, making it clear that she wanted to deliberately break them away.

Maybe the diary just now reminded her of something.

Conan guessed.

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

The content of this diary is indeed a bit invisible.

In the open space of the courtyard, a fire was lit, and then the pages of the notebook were crumpled together and thrown into it.

Let the flames consume it, then turn it to ashes.

Suddenly it occurred to me that there was a fire, and there was nothing to bake or not?

So I contacted a friend on the road, sent barbecue and spices, and beer, and prepared to brave the world.

That's right, she regained her memory, just after reading that damn diary.

"It smells so good."

Qinghai Chuantang paused, looked at the person who spoke out, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Conan, you left so soon to come back?"

Conan was silent for a moment.

"Three hours isn't too fast, is it? Did you regain your memory? ”

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

sighed, "Sure enough, the diary should not have been written in the first place." ”

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

However, he has a more important purpose.

"Sister Xiaotang, the appearance of the person you still attacked you, is there still Toru Motokawa?"

"There were two people in the former, and one of them was raided from behind, so it was not clear; The latter wore a hat that covered most of his face, and he could not see clearly. As for Toru Motokawa"

Qinghai Chuantang hesitated for a moment and said, "He is an undercover agent sent to the black-clothed organization. ”

Black-clad organizations?

Conan was taken aback, "Could it be that it was the people of the organization who killed him?" ”

But if it's a black-clad organization, why didn't they attack her? Could it be because the patrol happened to arrive at that time?

"Probably not."

Toru Motokawa has been undercover for six years in the Black Clothes Organization and is a peripheral member of the Intelligence Group.

After the death of Zhu Fu Jingguang, codenamed "Scotch Whisky", he received a mission from Qinghai Chuantang to investigate the death of Zhu Fu Jingguang.

The leakage of Zhu Fu Jingguang's undercover identity is by no means accidental, someone must have leaked the news or someone deliberately handed over this intelligence news to the organization.

At that time, Qinghai Chuantang had already broken away from the organization and couldn't help much.

Now, Toru Motokawa has found her, which 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, which is also to protect the safety of the police. There will be no regression of the experience until the undercover investigation is over. ”

Qinghai Chuantang turned over the roasted beef slices with an iron clip, and sighed, "It is very difficult and painful to be a long-term undercover agent. If it hadn't been for my request and plea at the time, perhaps he would have chosen to end this job long ago. ”

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

"Are you also a member of the police organization?"

Qinghai Chuantang made a move, lowered his head, and chose to deny it.

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

"Multiplying by 2 represents two points, which are voiced; Multiplying the same number means adding only one point. Then I used the Uesugi code to arrange these together, and the answer was-"

"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 deal with public security affairs that cannot be made public.

The one who sent Toru Motokawa as an undercover agent was the shadow management officer.

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Shadow is a shadow.

Danger, is danger.

To run away is to run away.

"The person who leaked Zhu Fu Jingguang's undercover identity at that time may be the shadow manager. It's just that I don't know if he was sent by the organization as an undercover agent from the beginning, or if he later switched to Black's camp. ”

"Zhufu Jingguang?"

"Codenamed 'Scotland', he was sent by the Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Department to an undercover agent to the black-clad organization."

"He's so clever with Zhufu, isn't it?"

"It's a brother."

After a pause, Qinghai Chuantang pretended to look at him 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, the leakage of Zhu Fu Jingguang's undercover identity at that time was probably deliberately done by someone.

And this person is none other than the shadow manager.

After Toru Motokawa got the result, someone killed him. If it weren't for the patrolman's feelings, maybe she would have said that there was something crucial in the USB flash drive.

Most likely, it's the real information about the "shadow manager".

"This USB flash drive has been specially treated. If a computer is plugged in, only the learning materials will be displayed. ”

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

When Conan heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Where is it?" ”

"National Police Agency, Confidential Archives Central Control Management Office."

Conan instantly became like a frosted eggplant.

"However, in addition to the information of the shadow management officer, there is also an organization."

When Conan heard this, he instantly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, "Then let's quickly figure out how to infiltrate the police department!" ”

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

"For the sake of the big picture, there is no way to do it."

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, marking the time of the inspection, as well as the layout of the ventilation system.

Conan looked straight at the insider, co-authored with you, this was premeditated?

"Don't be afraid, both of us are open, and we will be safe." Qinghai Chuantang comforted.

Conan was silent for a moment and asked, "Then how often do we act?" ”

"Tomorrow at 1:45 p.m., that's when the patrol is at its weakest, and it's not easy to spot. When the time comes, let's go to the nearby dark alley first. ”

Conan nodded.

"By the way, you write down the connector code."

Conan's expression suddenly became serious, why did he suddenly have a feeling of being an undercover agent?

"I said, 'If the moon doesn't sleep, I won't sleep,' and you will say, 'The bandits are all little treasures.'"

Why, it sounds so weird?

Conan's expression was tangled for a moment, "Can you change it?" ”

How could Qinghai Chuantang be so easy, as he wished?

said seriously, "It's because it's strange that it's special." That way, no spies will get into us, you know? ”

Conan nodded, and it made sense.

"Alright, let's eat. Otherwise, if it's cold for a while, it's time to plug your teeth. ”

As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang put the freshly grilled barbecue on a plate and handed it to him.

The next day, at one o'clock in the evening.

"The moon sleeps, I don't sleep."

"The bandits are all little treasures."

For some reason, Conan always felt a sense of shame when he pronounced this sentence.

"Goods, I brought them. Did you bring the money? ”

"What?"

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

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit into the drama for a while."

Qinghai Chuantang said and walked out of the shadows.

Dressed in a black agent suit, he looks very capable, and he also has a bit of aura.

Maybe it's for insurance, she also makes herself more ordinary, maybe walking on the street, she has a fifty percent face bump rate.

Sure enough, can you do whatever you want?

"Sister Xiaotang, what do you think of me?"

Conan had a flattering smile on his face.

To be honest, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Don't worry, I won't really let you go. When the time comes, you stay in the ventilation tunnel, and if something is wrong, just run away. ”

Qinghai Chuantang planned early.

The road map handed over to Conan leads to the tuyere, and you can see the screen of the big computer intuitively.

If you are discovered, you can escape with certainty.

And Conan saw that the situation was not right, and he could also return directly from the tuyere, without attracting the attention of others.

"I'm not going to leave you alone."

Conan's gaze was firm, "And, with Dr. Asasa's invention, the two of us will be fine." ”

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

However, it is not as magical as common in film and television dramas, it is just a trick, just like Qinghai Chuantang once did.

As long as no one notices the anomaly, the two are relatively safe.

"Conan."

Qinghai Chuantang called his name very solemnly.

He said with a serious face, "Actually, as long as you hold the bow and stand in the corner, just like your daily reasoning, you can also achieve the perfect stealth effect."

Conan smiled and said I believe you are a ghost!

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