Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

how to say……

It was not quite what she had imagined. Assuming there were no psychological problems, doing cleanup tasks for the organization was a rather boring process.

According to the information provided by Yuya Kazami, in most cases, once she got close to the place, a cat boy would take the initiative to lead her to the target. Then she would approach, confirm the target, determine whether it was a drug dealer, take action, retreat, send an email to report, notify Kazami to call the police, and then go straight to the next one.

This process is just like doing a small account mission in an online game, completely mechanical and mindless.

Especially when she can transform, she can sneak behind the enemy in the form of a cat, suddenly appear and kill the enemy with one shot, and then transform and leave. She truly comes and goes without a trace.

And because she used the shotgun in the storage space, there would be no bullet or shell left after it was retrieved, leaving no clues for the police.

She spent more time on the road, which made Koizumi suddenly realize that she was a detective with no car, no driver's license, and had never even learned to drive!

But it’s also good this way. A small target makes it less likely to be noticed, and it makes it easier for her to hide her whereabouts. She can also collect more singularities along the way.

However, this has put a lot of pressure on the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, as the number of unsolved cases in the past two days has broken the historical record.

The only thing that might make them feel comforted is that all the victims were drug dealers or drug addicts, and they also found a large amount of contraband in the victims' residences.

While waiting for the bus at the bus stop, Koizumi suddenly felt sorry for Inspector Megure and Kogoro Mori as she watched the police car rush past her. As the creator of the unsolved case, she must have caused them a lot of trouble. After this little thing is over, she will go to comfort them with some gifts.

Well, I also have to go see Eri Kisaki and Ran. Attorney Kisaki was already very dissatisfied with Kogoro Mori's working hours, and he must have gone crazy these two days.

Because she didn't want to be a mindless killing machine, Koizumi carefully checked the cleanup list that Gin gave her. Then she found that Gin had indeed diluted the list.

When Yuya Kazami finally got Hirono Yamada's confession from the anti-drug team, by comparing the two, it became clear at a glance which tasks were authentic and which were fake.

Moreover, these people involved by Gin all have one thing in common. They are almost all employees, backbones or even presidents of various large and small companies in Tokyo.

Thinking back to the noise she heard on the phone before the surgery, it was clear that Gin himself was performing the same cleanup task.

Are there really so many people to be killed? Are these all Yamada Hirono's accomplices? Is he just using the drug dealers as an excuse to clean up other factions within the organization?

Koizumi felt that he had grasped the point.

Factional fighting...

He is cleaning up Rum's influence in Tokyo!

If I really mindlessly completed these cleaning tasks for Gin, wouldn't that be tantamount to offending Rum, my old boss?

Gin is forcing her to take sides!

How insidious.

A thousand-mile dam can be breached by an ant hole. Rum is the big ant in the Black Organization! Such a useful person cannot be killed.

Koizumi sneered.

She had sorted out her thoughts. That was to delay the watered-down tasks as much as possible while ensuring her own safety.

But if she refuses to do it until the end, she will probably still be held accountable by Gin. So now she has to do another thing, which is to inform on him!

After making sure her phone was not being tapped, Koizumi called the number Rum left for her.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."

Koizumi frowned, not expecting that Rum's number couldn't be dialed.

However, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, she still sent a very nonsensical email to Rum's email address: "Mr. Bengong, as a big investor, you don't even plan to come to my store to inspect it in person? Since you have so much confidence in me, how about making an additional investment? You probably didn't expect that you are no longer the first investor of this firm. If you don't make an additional investment, this store will not be yours. I am just telling you the fact, not a threat."

With this person's imagination, he should be able to see what I mean, right? Okay, I have done my best.

As for whether you can see this email, understand its content, and respond in time, that is not my problem.

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In order to avoid giving Gin any chance to talk about him, Koizumi ran around for two days and one night without sleeping.

It felt like she would die suddenly if she endured any longer.

The only good news is that her current singularity collection progress has reached 475/1160, which is a rapid progress. Her movements are almost unaffected by the injury now, and as long as she doesn't do strenuous exercise, it won't be noticeable at all.

After getting off the last bus, Koizumi dragged his heavy feet towards the office, his mind full of thoughts: I’m so tired, so tired, so tired, I want to sleep, I want to sleep, I want to sleep…

Then she saw Gin's Porsche in front of the office.

Why the hell is this guy here again?

Koizumi really wanted to ignore him. She stopped ten meters away from the Porsche and said she didn't want to take another step forward no matter what. She had an expression of resistance and annoyance on her face.

Then the car door opened, and Gin actually got out of the car and walked towards her.

Koizumi suddenly remembered what Sakurai Izumi said, and his heart was shaken for a moment.

Normally, Vodka should have invited me over, right? Why did Gin get out of the car himself? Was he really trying to appease me, as Sakurai Izumi said?

Koizumi was a little dazed for a moment, and when he woke up, he found a sticky note in the palm of his left hand.

Since Gin had already walked in front of her, Koizumi did not rashly take out the sticky note to check it, but instead put her hands back into her trouser pockets.

Gin: "What's that in your hand?"

Koizumi dropped a bag from his pocket, took out a stack of brand new, blank sticky notes, shook them in front of him, and said weakly, "I'm considering whether to issue you a ticket for your illegally parked car."

Gin stared at her speechlessly for two seconds, then got back to the point and said sternly, "I'm very dissatisfied with your work progress."

Koizumi felt two veins popping out of his forehead, and he managed to suppress his anger and answered, "I take the early bus out, catch the last bus home, and only sleep four hours a day. Even the best office workers can only do this. What else do you want?"

Gin frowned: "Bus? Why not drive?"

Koizumi: "Do you think I have a car?"

Gin: "...Why not rent a car?"

Koizumi rolled his eyes: "No driver's license."

Gin sneered: "You, a graduate of the police academy, actually told me..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Koizumi also sneered: "You remembered? You were fired before you even started learning."

"...Why don't you learn?"

"Do not have time."

“…You can take a taxi.”

This time, Koizumi answered more directly: "No money."

Gin's face showed an extremely speechless expression, and he stretched out his hand to press down the brim of his hat: "...I'll ask Jack Daniel to drive over to pick you up tomorrow morning. You will act with him during this time."

He gave a signature sneer: "You better hurry up."

"Yes, yes, I don't have much time left. Please ask him to come after eight o'clock tomorrow. If he doesn't get a good night's sleep, I will die before you can clean up. Can you please let me go back?"

Gin stared at her dark circles for a while, then silently moved aside.

Koizumi walked over without saying a word.

When she reached the side of the Porsche, she stopped, stared at the car for a few seconds, and suddenly took out a note and a pen from her pocket, quickly scribbled a line of words on it, tore it off and stuck it on the car window in a vent of anger, then walked into the office without looking back.

Vodka, who was sitting in the car, was startled by her action. He hurriedly got out of the car and tore off the note.

Gin walked over and held out his hand to him: "Here."

"Okay, big brother." Vodka looked curious, "What did she write?"

Gin glanced at the note, casually stuck it on Vodka's body, and returned to the co-pilot seat without saying a word: "Let's go."

"Okay, big brother."

Vodka was confused by Gin's actions. He took down the note and took a look. It said: [Illegal parking, fine of 10,000 yen].

Vodka:…

Standing in front of the upstairs window and watching the Porsche drive away, Koizumi turned on the light on the desk, took out the note paper from his pocket and took a look at it.

[See, I was right!!!]

There were also three scribbled exclamation marks at the end to express excitement.

Koizumi expressionlessly tore up the note paper and threw it into the trash can, muttering to himself, "I don't trust you. I'm going to sleep now. I'll leave the feeding, bathing and changing of the medicine to you."

As she said this, she lay down on the sofa.

A minute later, Sakurai Izumi stood up from the sofa and knocked his head with dissatisfaction: "You annoying brat, why do I feel like you are just treating me like a servant!"