The driver heard that and hurriedly chimed in, "Exactly. We usually leave all this to the servants. How would I understand any of it?"
The two of them answered so quickly that Okiya Subaru couldn't get a word in for a moment. Seeing that the car was getting farther and farther away, he finally found an opening and reminded them, "We passed it. We should've turned right at that intersection just now."
"!" The driver came to his senses and hurriedly hit the brakes, then turned back around. He looked at the masked young person in the rearview mirror and said unhappily, "This is all because you asked so many questions. Look, now we've gone the wrong way—after this, I need to focus on driving. Don't disturb me again."
Ahead, in another sedan heading for Tokyo.
With an unusually excited heart, Conan connected the disk to the notebook, wanting to see what earth-shattering software Itakura Suguru had made.
But in the next instant, a scene that felt all too familiar made his smile stiffen.
Conan said angrily, "Fine, needing a password to receive emails is one thing, but why do you need a password to open the software too? These guys are way too careful!"
Professor Agasa wasn't exactly surprised. "Some people even lock their papers, let alone software this important. Copy it first, and we can study it slowly later."
Conan nodded.
Then very quickly became dejected again.
"It has anti-theft design. I can't copy it." He tapped away uselessly at the keyboard—if it had been some other anti-theft measure, there might have been a way to crack it, but this was a program personally set up by the software genius Itakura Suguru. If he tried to force his way through it, he was afraid he would only