Chapter 1952: Conan: I have a way... (3/3)

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the top of the building opposite the Yinqiao Station in Tokyo.
Vodka still stood on the top of the building, smoking a cigarette, and observing the situation in the Xianqiao station with a telescope. Suddenly the phone rang.
Vodka put away the telescope, took out the phone from the pocket of his clothes, and immediately pressed the answering button: "...Nantian, what happened? Is the guy in the boardhouse replying?"
"No, Voltgo." Vodka’s words, the voice of Nantian Ludao came from the phone. "...I just sent the e-mail, and the board of the board in the Gunma County villa has the operation of opening the mail. But didn't enter the password..."
"What? What is this guy in the barn?"
Vodka heard the pupil shrink and asked the same question as Nantian Ludao. After a few seconds of silence, he said: "...forget it, what is this guy doing... his villa in Gunma County? Inside, right? I will call and ask!"
"Okay, Voltgo."
Nantian land road should be a voice, vodka immediately hang up the phone, then turned the phone, and quickly found the plane phone call of the board of the Cangmao in Gunma County, directly hit the past...
......
At twelve o'clock in the evening, Gunma Prefecture, inside the villa of Bancang Zhuo.
"See the move?" In the dimly lit room, Dr. Auntie listened to Conan’s words, twitching his mouth twice, and then proposing,
...new one, in my opinion, it’s already very unsafe now, let’s Still leave here soon..."
Dr. Ayi’s voice fell, and suddenly, only the phone ringing in the villa sounded.
Dr. Conan and Dr. Auntie were shocked. They turned their heads together and saw the phone lights on the back table flashing and the ringing tone continued.
"...new, new one..."
Looking at the ringing phone, Dr. Auntie panicked in his heart. Conan gave Dr. Aunt a snoring gesture and continued to stare at the phone on the desk, thinking about the countermeasures.
After the phone rang seven times, it automatically cut into the voice mail box, and a female voice sounded: "...Sorry, the owner is not at home now, please leave your name and contact information after the ‘哔’, thank you...

The phone's voice message tone ended, and after a few seconds of silence, just followed by a rough male voice on the phone: "Hey! Bancang! Are you in the villa right? Hurry up and answer the phone! Listen Did you arrive?"
Listening to this voice, Conan’s pupils shrank and could not help but raise their eyes.
This voice is... vodka!
Conan heard the voice of vodka, and Dr. Auntie next to him said with a look: "... ah? New, what now? Have we already been discovered? They should not be monitoring the villa all the time. What?"
If this is the case, they can be blocked in the villa and they can't escape!
"There is this possibility, but it is unlikely." Listening to Dr. Ayi's words, Conan turned his head and looked at the black lacquered window. "... In my opinion, they are more likely to use the computer network to track and locate our location. After all, if they are nearby, they should have already seen us enter the villa and have already rushed in to catch them..."
Conan whispered, frowning and thinking about it later: "... Dr. Auntie, I think of a way to try to find out if they are nearby, but you may need to cooperate later..."
"Yes? What is the solution?"
Dr. Ayi quickly asked, Conan smiled slightly, then walked to the phone, picked up the handset in one hand, and took a bow-changer in one hand, imitating the sound of Bancang Zhuo: "Ha ha ha... no I’m so happy, the light here is too dark, I couldn’t find the phone for a while... I think the wires in the villa must have been blown off by the snow outside, so I didn’t receive your email...

When Conan actually picked up the phone, Dr. Auntie screamed, and his face was wrong. Then he only heard the voice of vodka coming from the telephone receiver: I thought you had something wrong..."
On the other side of the phone, Vodka stood on the roof of the building and breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the sound of "Pang Cang Zhuo". Then he continued: "...I haven’t received an email to blame yourself, who asked you to choose that bird. Do you not receive mail in the mountains? Well, but this is not right?"
The voice of vodka suddenly changed: "...If you have a power outage, how can the phone turn into a voice message?"
Hearing this loophole in Vodgati, Conan thought about the electric turn, and soon found a reason: "...this is because... every time the villa is snowing, there will be a power outage, so I use it in the villa. It is a telephone that can be installed with a battery..."
"Oh, it turned out to be like this!" Vodka stunned. Believing Conan's remarks, Conan turned his head and said: "But let's just say, you are really amazing. I know that I am in the villa of Gunma County...

Conan spoke, turned his head and gave Dr. Aunt a gesture, let him go to the light in the room, and the opposite vodka was cold again: "That is of course! You know, the software you developed, for us. Organization is very important, so we are very knowledgeable about everything you do..."
"Is it? I said that you will not send people, have been monitoring the situation of the villa here?" Conan continued to ask in the voice of Bancang Zhuo.
"You can rest assured!" Vodka remembered that the Cangcang Zhuo Daqin wine was a pig's head. "Since we promised that you will not be there, you will never do that!"
Vodka spoke, and in the villa's room, Dr. Auntie finally found the light switch and gently pressed it down.
With the sound of "哒", the room lit up, and the vodka on the other side of the phone heard the voice. He quickly asked: "Wait! What was the voice just now? Is there anyone else next to you?"

Sound?
Dr. Auntie has turned on the light now, and the whole room is lit up. If the black tissue people are always watching the nearby words, then the first thing they find is the light!
Now that Vodka has said "sound", it is enough to show that there are no people in the vicinity who are organized! So, the organization should really track the villas here through computer tracking.
Conan’s thoughts turned and he quickly analyzed the situation seven or eighty-eight, with a smug smile on his lips, and then he found a reason:
...haha, what you heard should be the sound of the wind hitting the window. What?"
"...the wind here is very big..."
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