Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Let’s go back half an hour.

Nekozuka knocked down the two black-clad henchmen in the warehouse and knocked out Rum.

Koizumi walked over to the rum and smelled it carefully. It was a pure smell of alcohol, completely different from the aroma of rum which was supposed to be a mixture of woody and sweet notes.

She reached out and pulled at the man's face. Although she failed to tear off the disguise mask, she found traces of stitches behind his ears.

Now Koizumi knew what was going on.

Rum actually used plastic surgery to create a double that looked almost exactly like him. And using this method, he could create countless doubles.

Koizumi even had some doubts as to whether the Mr. Motomiya she had met was the real Rum or a particularly good imitation?

After all, she had never seen rum again after obtaining the skill of "God of Cookery", and she relied entirely on the smell of the bottle of rum in the cat cafe's wine cabinet to judge the authenticity.

Koizumi reached into the bald man's pocket and found a cell phone, but both the address book and the mailbox were empty, leaving no clues at all.

Koizumi thought for a moment, then turned to Nekozuka and said, "Go and search him to see if he has any special devices on him."

"Okay, boss."

Soon, Mao Zuka found two guns, a roll of thin steel wire, a key with a strange shape, and a small medicine bottle with some red and white capsules in it. Although the bottle said vitamins, the capsules did not look like vitamins at all.

Koizumi frowned: "Anything else? Anything like a transmitter?"

"No."

no……

Koizumi frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Wake him up."

"Okay, boss."

Mao Zuka's method was very simple and crude. He just put two big ear sticks on the bald man, and the bald man immediately woke up.

When he saw Koizumi squatting in front of him, the man was startled. He subconsciously touched his lower back, then his trouser legs, and finally his lower abdomen.

Koizumi smiled: "Okay, knock him out."

Mao Zuka punched the bald man, and he fainted again.

Koizumi looked at Nekozuka's fist, then quietly looked at his own and sighed secretly.

That's the fist as big as a sand bowl...

If I had threatened Police Chief Nakae...

She shook her head, put aside this somewhat nonsensical idea, reached out to pull off the bald man's belt, held it in her hand to study it for a while, and finally found the mechanism on the belt buckle.

She first opened a buckle hidden on the side of the belt buckle, and then gently pressed the decorative pattern on the buckle head. The seemingly ordinary decorative pattern sank, making a light "click" sound.

...Well, then what?

Half a minute later, the bald man's cell phone rang.

When Koizumi picked it up, he saw that what was displayed on it was not a name or a number, but a string of garbled characters.

This is really careful enough, it is indeed his style.

She pressed the answer button, and Rum's impatient voice came from the phone: "What's the matter?"

Koizumi said cheerfully, "Long time no see, Mr. Hongu."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment: "Sakurai Izumi?"

"It's me. It's really hard to contact you."

"……What's your business?"

Koizumi's voice turned cold: "This is the question I should ask you. Why did you kidnap my lawyer?"

"Kidnapping?!" Rum's voice was filled with a hint of shock and anger.

"Yes, yes. Someone even tampered with my drink, saying that as long as I could keep a breath, it didn't matter what happened to this woman." She sneered, "Mr. Bengong, you've crossed the line."

Rum was silent for a moment: "What do you want?"

Koizumi said firmly: "No need for the five-yen coin this time, you're dead!"

Rum sighed: "He is my agent placed in Tokyo. You can't kill him."

"Isn't it worth it to save you from death once? And you have plenty of substitutes, so you can just pull out another one."

Rum gritted his teeth and said, "...It's easy for you to say."

"Well, let's add some extra value to this scapegoat of yours. Did you receive the email I sent you before?"

"received."

"And you sent this thing back? You're really careless. I dare say that if you don't come back and take charge of the situation immediately, all your businesses in Tokyo will be ruined."

Rum was silent for a long time, and there was a hint of interest in his voice: "...Why do you say that?"

"According to my observation and speculation, Gin is not your subordinate, but your equal, right?"

Rum didn't reply.

But Koizumi didn't need his answer and continued to talk to himself: "You probably don't know what he did to your property after you left Tokyo?"

"No, I know all about it."

"Oh, you know everything? Then you also know what he and Vermouth are planning in private?"

"What! Vermouth? Where did you hear that... No, you saw this woman!"

"Speaking of which, we have a pretty good relationship. I just wonder whose agent she is?"

Rum was silent again.

Koizumi smiled. She could almost imagine the shocked and angry expression on Rum's face at that moment.

Just then, Koizumi's own cell phone vibrated.

She picked up the phone and took a look. It was a call from Kogoro Mouri, but the other party hung up quickly.

Koizumi knew that this was Maori Kogoro reminding her that the police were on their way here or would arrive soon. She had to hurry.

So Koizumi took the initiative to say, "Mr. Honmiya, I have a suggestion that you might want to listen to. I wonder if you are willing to use a substitute to replace an undercover agent hiding beside Gin?"

Rum immediately understood what she meant. He chuckled and said, "Didn't you insist on not joining the organization?"

Koizumi snorted coldly, "Is it fun to say such things now? I don't understand why you keep holding on to me, but the situation now is that if you fail, I will inevitably suffer with you. Moreover, since I sent you the informant email to help you delay time, I can't get off this broken ship of yours. You might as well take the initiative and get yourself some more practical benefits."

"Haha, that's a smart choice."

At this moment, Koizumi heard the sound of footsteps approaching from outside the warehouse, as well as Gin's sinister curse: "...After we deal with Rum, he will be the next one."

Why is Gin here?!

And judging from the footsteps, there is more than one person, so there should be at least vodka.

Koizumi immediately quickened his speech and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I don't have time to think about this. Humph, you're going to die at my hands at least once anyway, so why not let your substitute die in a more meaningful way? Now, just listen to the performance quietly."

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Koizumi walked to the door of the warehouse and watched the three people walk away. Then he put the cell phone back to his ear and said, "How is it? Are you satisfied, Mr. Honmiya?"

The man on the other end of the phone was laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, satisfied! This is really funny!"

"But you have to be careful, Mr. Honmiya. I think there is a high probability that Vermouth knows about the substitute."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Oh, don't you know that this person is a true master of disguise? Even I can recognize that this person is your stand-in. Do you think you can fool her with such third-rate acting skills?"

"Hmph. Even if she knows, so what." Rum snorted coldly, "I want to know why you didn't choose Gin. You know very well that even if he knew that you had informed me, he would not do anything to you. Sakurai, are you planning to be a double agent?"

"Being too suspicious is a disease and must be treated."

Rum choked.

Koizumi chuckled and said gently, "Look at what you said. There is always a first come first served, and I am not a fickle person. What's more, I know which team I am more valuable on. Even if I want to sell myself, I have to sell it at a suitable price, right? But..."

Her tone suddenly became sharp: "If I find out who dares to raise his claws towards the people around me again, I will chop off his entire family! It doesn't matter who it is!"

Rum:…

"Do you think there is a problem, Mr. Bengong?"

"……no problem."

"Then I have no questions. Now it's time for you to make your choice."

Koizumi chuckled and said, "First, you used all means to force me to give up my peaceful life, and then you used benefits and freedom to arouse my ambitions. Do you think you should take responsibility to the end, Mr. Honggong?"

Rum laughed in a low voice: "So I really deserve to die."

"Yes, you really deserve to die. You and I are on the same path, why are you so anxious to hurt each other?"

"…Are you a fellow traveler?"

“Hehehe. Mr. Bengong, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you.”

"……I don't understand."

"Don't play dumb. When you were exploring my secrets, did you ever think that your eyes would be exposed to other people's sight?"

Rum's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he murmured excitedly: "You really... I was right... You really..."

The final trump card has finally been played.

So, your choice is...

Koizumi said nothing more and waited quietly for the final result.

After a long while, Rum finally calmed himself down, took a long breath, and asked in a deep voice, "Then the last question is, what is your reward... no, what is the price I have to pay?"

"The price..."

Koizumi felt a little dizzy and his heart was beating unusually violently.

A huge success! She finally took the first step in persuading Rum to defect and gained his trust!

She looked up at the flickering incandescent light of the old light bulb above her head, loosened her sweaty palms a little, and a bright smile that she couldn't suppress appeared on her face. She said in a leisurely tone: "I will help you get what you want, and you hand over Tokyo to me, how about that?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.

Koizumi was not in a hurry and waited for his reply very patiently.

“…Ha…hahahahahahaha!”