Conan: The Mechanic

"..." In a room, a young man was operating a computer. What is shown on the computer screen is a program, and there is an umbrella on the screen of the program.

"Da da, da da." Dexterous fingers tapped on the keyboard, constantly entering information. One data after another appeared next to the umbrella's schematic diagram.

When the keyboard was finally hit hard and the save was completed, the young man let out a long sigh and pressed OK.

[Start the deduction, please wait later, the rest must be checked, should be checked, items that can be checked: 44+493+8012, estimated time: 8 minutes 40 seconds + 2 hours 52 minutes + 1 day 15 hours]

"Ding dong~" The doorbell of the door behind the young man suddenly rang.

"Huh?" The young man looked at his watch in surprise and then reacted. "Oh yes...it's pick-up time."

"What's the number?" Opening the door, the young man asked while looking at the visitor. "Oh, it's you, vodka, I think, if you come to get it, it should be..."

"No. 9 and No. 17." Outside the door, Vodka handed over two number plates. "I send it right away every time, isn't it just to account for these two numbers for me and my eldest brother? Icewine, you are too forgetful."

"Well, but then again," Ice Wine took the number plate, opened the two compartments of the cabinet next to it, and took out two pistols to the sturdy man. "You tell Gin that the gun is new, the previous gun is too worn, and it is difficult to maintain the original accuracy. Let him use the pistol less to use the strong expansion ammunition, otherwise the gun will stay in his hand for as long as possible. It doesn't have to be long with me."

"You know your big brother's temperament. Expansion ammunition is powerful after all, and it can damage the barrel... After all, you're still here!" Vodka shrugged, took the gun, looked at it a few times and then raised his head. "The grip of this new gun?"

"It's exactly the same as the last gun. It was copied directly after I made two molds in a row, don't worry!" Icewine leaned on the cabinet and smiled. "The last time I changed the gun, I gave him the grip directly, but you weren't there at the time."

"Seriously, you are much better than your master," Vodka couldn't help but praise. "It's no wonder you're so good at firearms when you're only 17 years old, and you get a codename."

"Muzan—" Icewine was halfway through when he saw vodka handed over a small wooden box. "This is-?"

"It is the latest research and development drug." Vodka handed the box to Icewine, opened his suit, and showed Icewine the medicine he had prepared in his inner pocket. "This new drug works very quickly after taking it, and it works like normal heart disease."

"Oh... a new drug?" Icewine opened the small box and saw a red and white capsule lying quietly in the wooden box. "Do I need to return the old medicine?"

"You can keep it yourself. After all, it's useless to keep it. In case of any danger, the old medicine might be able to save your life."

"Okay, then I'll go to work first?" Ice Wine said, putting the medicine in his underwear pocket.

Vodka said nothing and closed the door. The footsteps quickly disappeared outside the door.

"Yawn—" Ice Wine suddenly yawned. "Ah... not good, in order to model that umbrella, it seems that I haven't slept since six o'clock in the morning... let's take a nap... By the way, I haven't taken away the gun yet. Have..."

His eyes swept over the code number marked on the locked drawer on the cabinet. "No. 4 is Kiel's pen gun, No. 7 is Bourbon's pistol, No. 19 is plum wine scope..."

Icewine put the sniper rifle, pistol, and scope outside the door, and left a note asking the visitor to come in if he had anything else to do, then he lay down on the armchair, lowered the backrest, and fell asleep. .

——Dream (the first perspective is taken below)

My name is Tachibana Chiha, yes, my surname is Tachibana, the same as Ukyo Tachibana, the character of the game "Samurai Soul" released on July 7 last year (1993.7.7. The timeline of this book is set to early 1994). It's just a coincidence though, the reason I got the surname has nothing to do with him - it's from my experience.

My original name was Matsudaira Chiba, and this name was the only property my parents gave me. . . Yes, I haven't seen my parents since I can remember. It was my master (deceased) who raised me and taught me his skills, so I was able to inherit his old man's family after his death. work. As for the specific content of the work, it is to repair or replace the guns and other items that are sent every day. The reason why I changed my surname to Tachibana is because of the rules that have always been in my sect - skills are only passed on to orphans, and orphans must change their surname to Tachibana to commemorate the ancestor of this art, Tachibana Martial Arts.

The interpersonal relationship is almost non-existent - it can only be said that it is better to have a good relationship with a few people who often come to repair tools. As a hobby, it is to do one's own work, that is, to study mechanical techniques, such as the one who is doing calculations on the computer. . .

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The dream was suddenly cut off, and a piece of cloth was pressed against Tachibana Qianyu's nose and mouth.

"Mmmm!! Mmmm!!" Tachibana Chiba struggled desperately with both hands, but was unable to get rid of the attacker's hands on the cloth. The scratching feedback is also plastic tactile.

"Go die in peace!" While struggling, these words entered Qianyu's ears. "The scum of working for the organization!"

The scum who works for the organization? Is this a note? No, my workplace is located in the core area of ​​this stronghold, how come there is no warning from outside?

The chaotic thoughts finally disappeared along with the struggling movements.

"Humph!" After testing that Tachibana Qianyu had fallen into a coma, the corner of the attacker's mouth drew a sneer, groped around Tachibana, took out the small wooden box, fed the medicine inside to Tachibana's mouth, and then put the water glass next to him. The water poured into Tachibana Qianyu's mouth. (The state of shallow coma has a swallowing response, and at the same time retains a part of consciousness. The original Kudo Shinichi was also given medicine in this state, because there is no swallowing response in a moderate or above coma.)

"Squeaky--" The fax machine next to Tachibana Chiba's seat suddenly began to spit out paper, which fell to the ground under the attacker's gaze.

"Goodbye, frustrated people, your 'experience' will make Osamu Dazai a treasure." (Author: Osamu Dazai, Japanese novelist, good at writing love themes)

The attacker threw the paper and the small wooden box without the capsule on the ground beside Tachibana Qianyu, put the water glass on the table that Tachibana Qianyu could reach, and then quietly left.

Fifteen minutes later, in the fire room of this building.

"Yeah!" A black figure screwed a turntable to death and then quietly left.

——From the void, back to reality.

The whole body seems to be bathed in a massage tub filled with water, not only can I feel the warmth sweeping the whole body, but also feel as if the whole body is being massaged slightly.

What the body feels is Elysium, but what the eyes see is the flames of Abi. (Avici Hell, the eighteenth of the eighteen hells, is also the one with the heaviest punishment.)

The redness of the flames hurt Qianyu's slightly opened eyes. As far as the corner of his eye can be, the red devil symbolizing destruction is beating wildly.

His eyes turned to the ceiling, and a water spout was responding to his gaze indifferently. The water spout is connected to the pump, so what should be done in this crisis time!

"How come there is no response... It's clearly on fire!" Tachibana Qianyu tried to get up, but felt that the clothes on her body were extremely heavy.

"Uh..." Reluctantly turned over, Qianyu stared blankly at the clothes on her body—it was very fat. "what happened?"

As soon as these words were finished, Qianyu was stunned—the voice was different from before, it was much clearer, that was because. . .

What are you thinking? . . Qianyu shook her head. At this time, it was obvious that escaping from this place full of smoke and flames that could kill him at any time was the key point, but—how to escape?

Garbage? It's really hard to think about your body shape.

The front door? What a joke, I am afraid that half of the diffuse smoke is seeping out from the crack of the door that is reflected in the red light by the flames outside, and opening the door is a dead end.

Human beings will die, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. My life, feathers, and Mount Tai? laughed self-deprecatingly

"Di Di Du Dong!" The computer with the black screen suddenly issued a pleasant ringtone. This is the ringtone of the completion of the test of the simulation program on the computer. The detection of that umbrella is divided into three stages, and theoretically it will ring three times.

If it was the third time the bell rang, then he had been in a coma for at least two days. How could he have been unconscious here without being discovered? What's more, I don't even feel hungry.

If it is the first time the bell rings, the black screen time set by the computer is 15 minutes, and the computer should not be in a black screen state at all.

Then, this is the bell that rings after completing the items to be checked. If you can't get out alive, at least you have to see how much your hard work can do. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

When Qianyu staggered to his feet, he found that he was still looking up when he was looking at a computer that was about 1.2 meters high? ? ? WTF? ? ? Are you getting smaller? Judging by the sound, is it still childish? ? ?

Forget it. . . Don't think about it, even if you are a character in the 1989 American film "Honey, I shrunk the child" directed by Joe Johnston, he takes his two children and the neighbor next door. The two children became quarter-sized) moved their hands and feet, and the most important thing now is to get out alive.

Wearing procrastinating clothes, Chiba walked to the computer one step at a time, and set the result of the program to be transferred to her oversized e-mail. (Actually, it is tens of megabytes in size, but it was quite rare at the time. I didn’t confirm whether there was an open mailbox company that could provide mailboxes of this size, because in 2001, my country’s 163 could only provide more than 200 megabytes of payment. After setting up the mailbox, so it is set as the mailbox system opened by the organization), Qianyu glanced at the flames that spread slowly but obviously could not stop the momentum, took off the coat on her body, leaving only her intimate clothes, and came to next to the garbage outlet.

"Hmm..." Feeling the taste, Qianyu pouted. "Fortunately, most of the lunch boxes I usually throw away are clean lunch boxes, so there is no taste..."

With her back and feet against the garbage pipe, Chiba slowly slid down, and soon came to the garbage outlet.

The sound of the siren restrained Chiba's desire to go out. If there is a fire, it should definitely attract firefighters, but what is going on with this siren? police? Is the target your own organization?

After repeatedly confirming that there should be no police next to the garbage exit, Chiba sneaked out of the building where she worked through the exit, and escaped through the alley.