Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

The Porsche stopped in front of the Black Cat Office, and Gin picked up his phone and dialed Koizumi's number.

“Beep…beep…beep…Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily…”

"Vodka, go to the back door." Gin hung up the phone, got out of the car with a gun, walked to the main entrance of the cat cafe, broke the door lock with a shot, and pushed the door open.

But as soon as he stepped into the cat cafe, he was startled by a pair of green eyes in the darkness.

Gin paused for a moment before realizing that these should be the cats raised by Sakurai Izumi.

What surprised him a little was that the cats did not approach him or meow. Instead, the green lights followed his figure like light bulbs installed in a horror house, making him feel a chill for no reason.

However, these scenes that could scare ordinary people could not stop Gin. He ignored these abnormalities and continued to find the stairs going up slowly and walked up to the second floor.

There was a light on in a room on the second floor, and there were rustling sounds coming from inside.

Gin walked over lightly and found the door was half-open.

He clenched the Beretta in his hand and was about to break in, but suddenly the door was pushed open from the inside and Koizumi, wearing pajamas, walked out with a faint smell of blood on his body.

When she looked up and saw someone standing at the door, she seemed to be frightened and let out a short scream. She took a step back in a hurry, but she almost fell because her slippers slipped. She hurriedly held onto the sink next to her and managed to stabilize herself. Then, with the help of the bathroom light, she saw who was standing at the door. She shouted with fear on her face, "Gin? Are you sick? What are you doing here so late at night!"

Her voice was a little dry and hoarse, with a hint of nasal sound from not waking up yet.

Gin looked her over and asked, "Why do you smell like blood?"

Koizumi was stunned for a second, her face suddenly reddened. She looked at the gun in Gin's hand pointing at her, swallowed the curse on her lips, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Because I have my period, bastard!"

Aunt?

Gin subconsciously took a step back and turned to look warily at the other closed doors in the corridor: "Which room?"

Koizumi took a deep breath as if he was choking, and pointed to the wastebasket next to the toilet: "Here!"

Gin frowned and stared at Koizumi for a long time, making sure that she didn't seem to be joking. Then he walked over cautiously and looked in the direction she pointed.

Then he saw a blood-stained sanitary napkin in the wastebasket.

Gin:......

Koizumi said angrily: "That's enough! What on earth do you want to do!"

Gin turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at her, then asked, "Where is your bedroom?"

Koizumi tried to suppress his anger: "Go out and turn right at the end."

Gin turned to her bedroom, walked straight to the bed and reached over to touch it. There was still some warmth in the quilt, which obviously meant that someone had been lying there just now.

He straightened up and looked back at Koizumi standing at the bedroom door with a little confusion: "...Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

Koizumi pointed at the bedside impatiently and said angrily: "My phone didn't ring at all... Hey, where's my phone? Call me now."

Gin silently took out his cell phone and dialed her number again.

The bedroom was quiet, but there were faint noises coming from downstairs.

Koizumi was blank for a moment. "Oh, now I remember. I think it fell in the kitchen of the cat cafe."

She glanced at Gin and laughed sarcastically, "Excuse me, do you still need me to go downstairs to answer the phone now?"

Gin ended the call in silence, but another call came in from Vermouth. He stared at Koizumi standing in front of him and pressed the answer button.

"Gin, I caught up with a taxi in Haido-cho. There was blood in the car but no one was found. The driver said he didn't know when the passenger got off the car."

"……understood."

Gin hung up the phone silently.

Koizumi frowned and squinted his eyes at him. "Who are you tracking? Do you think that person is me? Someone pretending to be me? What did they do?"

Seeing that the woman's eyes gradually regained clarity and seemed to have finally come out of her confused state, Gin snorted coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

After saying that, he brushed past Koizumi and prepared to leave.

"Hey!"

Hearing the woman's voice behind him, Gin stopped and turned to look at her silently.

"I have finished the three tasks I have. What about the list? Is there anything left?"

Seeing the eager expression on her face, Gin put the gun back into his windbreaker pocket and said, "I'll have vodka delivered to you tomorrow morning."

"Hey!"

Gin frowned, stopped and turned around again.

"Tell him to bring more. If I do more, can I directly take over next month's task?"

"impossible."

"Hey!"

Gin stopped for the third time and turned his head impatiently, then saw Koizumi holding a shotgun and looking at him with a smile. His hands in his pockets suddenly tightened.

Koizumi hid the shotgun behind him and put it into the space, then spread his hands to him and said with a smile: "Nothing, just to prevent you from suspecting that I am not the real me, and to do the necessary verification."

really……

Seeing this unique and unique signature move that cannot be replicated, Gin was finally 100% sure that the person in front of him was the real Sakurai Izumi.

"Humph."

Gin turned and strode away.

"Hey, remember to ask Vodka to bring me the money to compensate for my gate."

Gin:......

This money-grubber is definitely her!

Koizumi stood stiffly where he was, listening expressionlessly to the man going downstairs, out the door, and then the sound of the car starting and leaving.

Until then, she slowly bent down her straight back, held onto the door frame, and whispered to the bedroom, "Daju, help me get my phone up."

The orange cat crawled out from her bed, ran downstairs quickly and nimbly, and quickly brought her phone back.

"Thank you."

Koizumi took the phone with trembling hands and called Kazami Yuya: "Kazami, is the doctor you saw last time available now? Help me remove a bullet."

Dropping her phone, she struggled to move to the visiting room, dragged out the medical box from the cabinet, lifted up her shirt, gritted her teeth and peeled off the sanitary napkin stuck to her lower back, then pulled out the tampon that had expanded and blocked the wound from her flesh, disinfected it, and wrapped it with gauze.

After barely healing the wound on his lower back, Koizumi sat breathlessly at his desk waiting for Kazami's rescue.

Sakurai Izumi, you fucking...

If we didn't share this body, I would kill you right now!

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the street outside the Dahei Bar, shot in the body. Anyone would be scared to death, right? Fortunately, she reacted quickly and had a lot of cards up her sleeve.

Koizumi pulled the letter paper next to him and wrote a line on it: [I know you can see it. You are not allowed to run out without my permission. If you dare to cause trouble for me again, I will kill you even if we both perish!]

Then she grabbed the stack of letters and threw them into the wastebasket angrily.

There was a sound of emergency brakes downstairs, and Koizumi knew that Feng had seen it.

She stood up with difficulty and prepared to go downstairs. When she looked up, she saw her own face reflected in the glass.

Koizumi stopped moving, stared at the face for a while, reached out and took out the M60 from the desk drawer, put it against her temple, and said to the face word by word: "I am serious!"

She suddenly felt dizzy and a little dazed.

After a while, Koizumi regained consciousness and found that the M60 had been neatly put back into the drawer. The letter paper that she had just thrown into the wastebasket was spread out on the table, with an extra line of words on it: [I know, sorry.]

Koizumi felt a chill in his heart.

She stared at the line of words for a long time, until she heard Yuya Kazami's footsteps in the corridor. Then she snorted coldly, grabbed the page of paper and stuffed it into her pajamas pocket.

"You'd better keep your word."

"Ding, the host is in abnormal condition, the system is being forcibly upgraded, please collect the singularity as soon as possible for repair. Repair progress 80/1160."