The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1142 Tang Ze: I really need to control you

Itakura Taku's face twitched violently several times. He stared at the pills that fell on the red carpet and opened his mouth with difficulty.

Having suffered from heart disease for many years, he knew that his current condition was very bad and he needed to take quick-acting heart pills immediately.

But even if he really wanted to lie down and beg for his life, he couldn't do it now.

The person who tied him up was not the young man in front of him, but the person who found him might want to kill him more than these devils who came to take his life. He was tied tightly to the chair.

In order to ensure that no obvious marks would be left during the autopsy, they even put a coat on him to avoid obvious bruises on his body.

However, this child, young enough to be called a teenager, posed a greater threat and fear of death than the person who actually attacked him.

Itakura Taku knew very well that if he did not do as the other party asked, even if the people "over there" actually needed his technology, this young man would really watch him die.

Tang Ze threw someone else's life-saving medicine on the ground, as if he didn't see the painful posture of the victim in front of him at all. He took out his mobile phone and swiped a few times.

He dug out something and read it, clicking his tongue as he listened. "He has a heart condition, poor eyesight, and was even sued for a business dispute... Well, legal work is really good. If it were us..."

He didn't finish the rest of his words, but Itakura Takushi already understood his meaning.

——If it were a less legal job, people like him would have been eliminated long ago.

"Well, since a month ago, I've been accepting so many commissions at once..." Tang Ze's tone was somewhat intriguing, dragging out the words. "I even bought a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow. High-income programmers can go abroad whenever they want. It's really enviable."

Itakura Taku, whose heart was already aching, let out two heavy, gurgling gasps, and the fear on his face became even more obvious.

Obviously, his efforts to avoid this group of people had been completely exposed to their sight, and he had no way to hide.

These people, these people...

"You should be thankful that your program hasn't been delivered yet." Tang Ze put his phone away, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned back on the table behind him. "You still have your 'value'. Otherwise, a dishonest guy like you..."

Before Tang Ze could finish his words, Itakura Taku's expression on the chair began to twist violently, his chest heaving violently, his face, which had just turned red, quickly turned pale, and his teeth almost bit off the rope tied around his mouth.

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and didn't continue speaking. Instead, he glanced at the computer on the side.

He bent down slightly, moved closer, and quickly untied the rope around Itakura Taku's mouth. He said sarcastically with a hint of sympathy, "It's not easy to be a programmer at this age. What's wrong? Can't you reach it?"

As he said this, Tang Ze used his feet to push against the backrest that Itakura Taku was forced to lean on.

The next second, Itakura Taku, who was trapped in the chair, was kicked to the ground by Tang Ze along with the chair.

The heavy body and seat slammed into the soft carpet with only a dull thud.

"I made you crawl all the way here, what a waste. I'll help you then."

As Tang Ze said this, he exerted force on his feet, pushing the chair that had already fallen to the ground a little further up the tilt, and pressing Itakura Taku's face directly into the carpet.

Not caring whether he looked embarrassed or not, Itakura Taku immediately bit the pill that was brought to his mouth and swallowed it along with some fluff on the carpet.

It was not until he finished taking the medicine and recovered a little from his near-death state that Tang Ze came over, bent down, and pressed Itakura Taku's violently heaving chest.

It was not a serious myocardial infarction, but just an arrhythmia caused by emotional fluctuations and poor condition.

That's not a big problem.

Tang Ze relaxed even more, and with a smile on his face, he crushed the pill that he had thrown a little far away and had not been swallowed by Itakura Taku, then raised his foot and stepped on Itakura Taku's head.

"You have 48 hours to make any final changes before your flight takes off. If I can't get the stuff, Mr. Itakura, I won't be as gentle as I am now."

Itakura Taku felt the powder of the pills falling on his face, mixing with the sweat on his face caused by emotions and illness, and he felt a stinging pain on his cheeks.

The foot pressing down on his head didn't use much force, but it felt like a huge rock pressing down on his body, making Itakura Taku, who hadn't yet recovered from the fear and pain of dying, feel as if he was suffocating as if his airway was being clamped down by an iron clamp.

Shrouded in this fear, he had no other way to respond except to nod hurriedly with all his strength.

"That's right." Tang Ze straightened up and smiled with satisfaction. "Then it's a deal. These are the last 48 hours. You have to work hard to deserve the pay."

He picked up the glasses that Itakura Taku had thrown away, put them back on his face which was wet with cold sweat, pretended not to see the other person's expression as if he was looking at a ghost, and pulled up his chair.

Tang Ze picked up a piece of tissue and wiped the sole of his shoe, then threw it behind him and turned to walk towards the door.

The pair of sharp new Oxford shoes made almost no sound as they stepped on the hotel carpet. Not knowing what the other person was doing, Itakura Taku didn't even dare to turn his head to observe. He could only glance at the screen in front of him with the corner of his eye and look at the distorted reflection on it.

The door opened and closed, and the other person's figure disappeared at the door.

The moment the door lock closed again, Itakura Taku felt that the rope tied around him seemed to be cut by something and suddenly loosened.

Without caring about anything else, he struggled, frantically pulling off the ropes on his body, and collapsed down on the chair, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

The glasses on his face were a little crooked, and the sweat mixed with tears made his already unclear vision even more blurred. Itakura Taku could no longer suppress his emotions, and finally let out a cry and sob of grief as if he had survived the disaster.

It was horrible. He knew those people... It was horrible...

Tang Ze, who had regained his image as a decent detective, took out his cell phone and saw that Noah had given a definite reply that "Itakura Taku is fine", then he continued to walk out without changing his expression.

He couldn't say he liked or hated guys like Itakura Taku.

He is not a very noble guy, and he still has a lot of arrogance and bad work styles of technical workers. He did use his work experience to deceive some clients, but that's all.

Itakura Takuma's crime does not deserve the death penalty, and Tang Ze actually came here to save him.

Because he had been on hold with his friend for too long, and when he got angry at the slightest delay, he offended the organization again.

He didn't have the energy to deal with the other person's emotions, and he didn't dare tell others about the situation he was facing, so he could only plan to escape in fear, saying that other issues would be dealt with later.

However, my friend, who had already reached the critical point, could not accept this perfunctory attitude and was furious, ready to kill this old pigeon.

In this way, Itakura Taku was tied to a chair by the murderer who came to his door. The murderer may have pretended nothing happened and met up with other parties to find Mouri Kogoro.

By the time Kogoro Mouri had locked onto Taku Itakura through various means, the engineer, who was in very poor health, had already died in his own small shelter.

After confirming the location of Itakura Taku, Tang Ze rushed over without stopping to rescue him.

As for why the process seems so perverted, the only reason is of course because there is an audience for this "performance".

"Okay, I found him and gave him ample warning." Tang Ze's tone was brisk when he answered the phone, as if he were genuinely discussing some easy little task. "Even though Itakura Taku looks difficult to communicate with, isn't he actually quite easy to talk to? How did you end up breaking up with him?"

Vermouth watched the entire process of Kumail's contact with the other party through the camera of her laptop and the electronic eye that Itakura Taku had set up for safety: "..."

Look, look, Kumail, this crazy little guy who likes to talk nonsense.

When you communicate with your Party B in this way, and your Party B dares not and cannot call the police, your Party B will of course be very easy to talk to, and any problem can be easily solved.

Belmode, after muttering inwardly, shook her head and crushed out the cigarette in her hand. "As long as the problem can be solved, that's enough. They're pushing for it very urgently, and I'm doing this for his own good."

Thinking of this, Vermouth sighed helplessly.

She had already said this to Itakura Taku earlier.

Itakura Taku was targeted by the organization and was caught with evidence. He has already participated in the project, so he is no longer an innocent ordinary programmer.

If you suffer from procrastination at this time, or don't want to complete the work due to other concerns, others will urge you to submit the work and ask for money, and the organization will urge you to submit the work and it will be very painful.

Just look at Kumail, the first one to come to the door...

"Why are they suddenly targeting programmers again? I thought the organization had given up on this after the Noah's Ark incident." Tang Ze's eyes flashed, and following Vermouth's words, he asked casually, "Or has some genius boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere to help them improve the underlying code?"

Tang Ze, who had the spoiler card, naturally knew about the matter between Itakura Taku and Vermouth. The reason why he didn't remember it until Gin brought it up, or got the chance to deal with it, was mainly because he thought that the matter had passed, at least it would not be brought up again for a while.

A rare genius like Hiroki Sawada is one in a million, and generally speaking, he would not be unlucky enough to fall into the hands of the organization.

When Noah left, he almost cut off all possibilities for the organization to restart the relevant projects. Tang Ze didn't understand what stimulated them to start increasing the pressure again.

"Giving up is of course impossible. Even without developing AI, the organization still needs sufficient software support, and programmers are already in great need." Vermouth sensed his probing, but she remained calm when answering, "The research they're conducting is very complex."

Very complex scientific research projects will require a variety of equipment and hardware and software.

This kind of thing is too illegal and cannot be solved with other commercial or academic software on the market. When the organization's computer technology is not strong enough, they can only take other measures to deal with it.

According to the information Tang Ze had inquired about, the Dark Night Count virus was born from this reason.

While using it, they are wary of software that collects backdoors of user programs. Once they find the risk of leakage, they close the door and release the virus to melt the other party's hard drive.

It's rough, but effective. Considering that it's the opponent who's not observing martial ethics first, there's also a sense of retribution in it.

"Oh, so it's not that they encountered any problems, but that they made new discoveries in their research and encountered a bottleneck." Tang Ze suddenly realized.

Only when you need it urgently will the person who is urging you be so motivated.

The fact that Itakura Taku was forced to pack up his belongings and run away meant that the organization urgently needed him to complete the task at hand.

"That's about right." Vermouth replied vaguely, taking another cigarette from the pack. "Anyway, finishing it sooner is better for everyone."

When Tang Ze heard her answer which did not have any clear meaning, he raised his eyebrows and understood.

Vermouth was not the only one listening to his call, there were other people on her side.

Therefore, Vermouth can only act like a liaison who relays the mission requirements without revealing any subjective inclinations.

Originally, according to their current united front, Vermouth should have given some hints, such as whether to help the organization advance the progress, hinder it and delay it, or start with Itakura Taku and leave some flaws and program backdoors...

Look at what you said. If you hadn't mentioned it, I might really not let him submit the manuscript successfully. Now that you said that, I have to control him more.

Tang Ze nodded and answered more directly: "That's right. I will supervise his work carefully and use my little tricks when necessary."

Smart guy.

Hearing his answer, Vermouth couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth and smile.

This is Kumail saying, "I can hear that you can't say any more. It's okay. I will try my best to intervene in Itakura Taku's affairs."

"He's a smart man, he'll definitely know how to choose. I'll trouble you then, Kumail."

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"He's a really smart, talented guy, and it's really unusual for him to do this..."

"Artificial intelligence algorithms?" Conan's eyes widened, not caring about the other person's other random thoughts. "But don't you just make chess games?"

"Don't chess games need AI?" Naito Sadahei's eyes widened, feeling like he was being scolded. "We make chess games, not battle games. Players definitely need to play against the computer..."

This is not Gobang, where the rules are simple and the optimal solutions are all formulaic. Chess, shogi, and Go are all games that require considerable psychological warfare and the making of trade-offs and decisions.

In other words, it requires thinking.

If this aspect is not done well, it will really affect the gaming experience.

"...You should focus on the adversarial type." Maori Kogoro was too lazy to listen to the project managers explaining the product advantages to him. He said frankly, "It sounds much more convenient."