2832 [Vermouth: A Massive Blame Out of Nowhere] Monthly Ticket Request o(〃'▽'〃)o
Under the terrified stares of the old man and the child, the phone beeped, and a voice came through.
Using the answering machine, the person on the other end spoke to them from afar. "What are you doing in the villa? Why aren't you checking your email?"
The two of them: "?!"
Professor Agasa panicked, whispering in alarm, "Oh no, those people know someone's here!"
But Conan noticed something else: that tone sounded vaguely familiar, yet upon closer inspection, it was unfamiliar... Come to think of it, the only person in The Organization who could sound familiar to him—could it be Vodka, deliberately altering his voice?!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Conan carefully considered that sentence and became certain.
There was no mistake. The one calling had to be that scheming Vodka!
If the person on the other end had been a stranger who had altered his voice so drastically, Conan probably would not have been able to make anything out.
But Vodka had always appeared around Jiang Xia under various pretexts, and Conan had encountered him plenty of times. With a great detective's hearing and acuity, he had finally caught the fox tail of the person on the other end.
"To talk to a programmer like Itakura Suguru, who's seriously ill and utterly incapable of resisting, he still deliberately changes his voice. This guy is way too cautious."
A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down Conan's temple. Looking out the villa window, he could not help whispering to Professor Agasa, "The worst possibility is that The Organization predicted Mr. Itakura's prediction. They guessed that Mr. Itakura would think they wouldn't expect the important files to be hidden in this villa, so they've had people