Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Unlike the Daikoku Bar, which is the organization's base, the Yotsu Bar is a small but exquisite pure Japanese-style tavern.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see a dark wooden bar. On the black curtain hanging above the bar, there is not the pub's liquor card, but an extremely gorgeous picture of the other side. The red spider lilies blooming in full swing and layer upon layer are very eye-catching.

Kamimatsu Hisao walked into the store and turned on the spotlights above the wine cabinet and the bar with ease. He was about to invite Koizumi to come and sit down when he saw her still standing at the door of the store, looking up at the painting on the curtain.

The man smiled and said, "It looks good, doesn't it? I drew it."

Koizumi looked at him and said hesitantly, "It looks good, but... isn't it a bit unlucky?"

"You've got it?"

Kamimatsu Hisao's eyes seemed to be lit up instantly. He stood beside Koizumi and looked up at the painting of the other shore with her. He said in a soft and low voice: "The night dew is deep, the moonlight is weeping, just like yesterday's death."

Koizumi was confused and asked, "Did you write this?"

Kamimatsu Hisao said proudly: "I wrote it."

He didn't intend to listen to Koizumi's comments, and walked directly into the bar and waved to her: "Come and sit down, what would you like to drink?"

Koizumi withdrew his gaze from the Lycoris radiata and said, "Please just bring me a can of iced Coke. Thank you."

"Eh?"

Kamimatsu Hisao had just taken out a large block of ice from the freezer, obviously intending to show off his skills in mixing a cocktail for her, but he didn't expect Koizumi to make such a request.

He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "How about something else to drink?"

Koizumi: "Then a glass of ice water, thank you."

Uematsu Hisao: ...

He put the ice back, opened the vending machine, took out a can of Coke and placed it in front of Xiaoquan, looking at her resentfully: "You won't let me treat you to a meal or a drink, do I really have no charm at all?"

Koizumi laughed out loud: "That's because you don't know me. I rejected you just because you look so attractive."

Kamimatsu Hisao pursed his lips and casually mixed himself a glass of whiskey: "Okay, I'll just pretend that I'm comforted by you."

Could the information that Kazami Yuya gave her be wrong? He looked nothing like the photo. He didn't look shabby at all. Instead, he looked handsome. And he was 47 years old? How could he be that old!

Koizumi smiled and said, "Why don't you continue to be on guard against me now?"

"Because I remembered who you are."

The man looked at her with burning eyes, a smile on his face: "You are Sakurai Izumi, the one who caused chaos in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department some time ago."

Seeing Koizumi's surprised expression, he smiled and said, "I have your clippings here, would you like to see them?"

As he spoke, he placed a black-covered book in front of Koizumi, and as she flipped through it, he continued, "And I also remembered that we did meet on the Shinkansen, more than once."

"The first time was on the Shinkansen train from Tokyo to Osaka. We bumped into each other by accident when we were getting off the train. The second time we met, I was pushed down the stairs and you gave me a hand to help me avoid getting hurt. The third time was in the lobby on the first floor. You saved me again. Do you think this is fate?"

Koizumi laughed: "I'm glad you still remembered it. When you suddenly came over to me in the lobby on the first floor, I was really scared by you."

Kamimatsu Hisao sighed: "I had no choice at that time. You were the only one who stayed there, so you could serve as my cover."

He gently swirled the golden wine in the glass: "I still really want to know, how did you recognize me? Is there something wrong with my disguise?"

I told you, but you didn't believe it.

Koizumi smiled and said, "No, your disguise is fine. Just take it as my intuition. I am also a detective."

Koizumi flipped through the newspaper clippings in his hand.

From the introduction of her life, to the events before and after she was forced to leave the police academy, to the two subsequent bombings and convenience store robbery, to the attack on Superintendent Nakae's villa, and the related follow-up reports, everything is arranged neatly and accurately in chronological order.

Koizumi was a little frightened and didn't understand why he was paying so much attention to him.

Kamimatsu Hisao had been observing Koizumi's expression, as if he could sense her emotions, and explained, "I first noticed you during the bombing of the Beika Police Station, and then I gradually caught up with the previous content. The past month since you left the police academy, your experience has been rich and exciting, just like being in a movie."

Koizumi sneered, "I won't risk my life acting in a movie."

Looking back now, she really did escape death several times.

The man chuckled and said in a very quiet voice: "Any job related to the police is bound to be dangerous."

Koizumi felt a sense of alarm.

What does this person mean? Is he testing her relationship with the police, or is he simply doubting her identity?

She didn't look up, and even her facial expression didn't change, as if she didn't hear what the other person said.

Kamimatsu Hisao did not continue. After Koizumi finished reading all the clippings, he smiled smugly and asked, "How is it, I collected everything, right?"

Koizumi: "Probably. Some of the reports are the first time I've seen them."

She closed the clipping and put it aside. "So what's the point of showing me this?"

Kamimatsu Toshio paused for a moment and said in a gloomy tone: "Since you said you are a detective, you have not accepted the assignment of the Metropolitan Police Department to come here to secretly investigate me, right?"

Koizumi was already prepared for him to reveal that he was a member of the Black Organization and her identity as an undercover police officer. She had even begun to rehearse in her mind how to escape from the tavern. She was stunned when she heard this.

Seeing Koizumi's reaction, Kamimatsu Hisao was also stunned: "Eh? Did I guess wrong?"

Koizumi: ...

It wasn't that I was completely wrong, but how could I explain this to him?

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. When Kamimatsu Hisao was about to say something, he saw Koizumi suddenly made a gesture to keep quiet. He followed her gaze to the door of the tavern and found nothing unusual. So he reached out and turned on the monitor under the bar.

After seeing the above picture, Kamimatsu Hisao couldn't help but curse: "Why are these bastards here again! What on earth do they want to do?"

Koizumi stretched his head to take a look, and sure enough, it was the familiar black suit.

"You don't know these people?"

"I don't know him, I've never seen him before!"

"Did you offend some violent group?"

Kamimatsu Hisao opened the wine cabinet behind him and rummaged inside. Without even turning his head, he said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm doing an honest business. How can I be associated with a violent group?"

"If you really have no problem, then why did the Metropolitan Police Department ask me to collect evidence?"

The man stopped moving and turned back to give Koizumi a meaningful look: "You really are..."