Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Koizumi was in a bad mood, and his steps became heavier.

The address Gin gave her was a high-end apartment building with nineteen floors. Yuya Kazami lived on the sixth floor.

As per her usual practice, Koizumi first walked around the entire apartment building, observing the residents' resting conditions and observing the walls.

For the sixth floor, after completing the task, you can leave directly from the wall without taking the stairs, provided there are enough footholds.

Because she was a little uneasy, she deliberately slowed down her pace and prepared herself mentally, thinking about whether there was a chance to rescue the person.

But after going through this circle, Koizumi basically gave up this plan.

Not only did she discover the outer members of the organization lying in ambush nearby, she also determined the locations of at least two snipers.

Given their location, they could use a telescope to observe what was happening inside the room.

In other words, if Koizumi dared to make any unusual moves, Gin would be the first to discover the abnormality.

She had never expected that she would encounter such a problem in her first real action as a member of the organization.

What a show of power!

There is no other way, just take it one step at a time and go ahead. If Kazami Yuya really fails to evacuate in time...

I'm sorry, you can only blame your bad luck.

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Generally, high-end apartment buildings with better services like this one will have cameras in the lobby and elevators on the first floor. Koizumi also spotted a night guard at the entrance.

If she was really acting with Gin at this time, according to that guy's temper, he would definitely deal with the guards and cameras first, and then march straight in without hesitation.

But Koizumi doesn't want to be so high-profile.

She first took off her jacket and put it on inside out. This double-sided jacket was black on one side and bright sky blue on the other, which was perfect for hiding from others.

Then he bought a bottle of strong soju from a vending machine near the apartment building, rinsed his mouth with the alcohol, and then sprinkled some of the alcohol on himself.

Finally, she took off her baseball cap, tore off the rubber band that tied her hair, letting her hair hang down a little messily, and took out a pair of plain glasses from her pocket and put them on herself.

After completing these preparations, she walked towards the entrance of the luxury apartment.

At this time, in the lobby of the high-end apartment, the elderly security guard was sitting and yawning in boredom. Hearing the somewhat messy footsteps coming from outside, he raised his eyelids and looked over, and saw a woman in a sky blue coat walking in unsteadily.

She lowered her head and walked up the stairs with slow and heavy steps. When she reached the glass door, she reached out to grab the door handle, but her hand slipped and her head hit the glass with a "bang".

The woman covered her head and cried out in pain.

The security guard hurried over to help her open the glass door. The smell of alcohol made him frown involuntarily. He stepped back and involuntarily withdrew his hand that was about to support the woman.

The woman was obviously drunk. After being hit on the head, she actually began to bow to the door frame, mumbling: "Sorry, uh, sorry, I, uh, did it on purpose, sorry..."

The security guard covered his nose with his hand and urged, "Come in quickly so I can close the door. It's too cold outside."

So the woman changed direction again: "Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

The security guard was speechless as he watched her walk away, bowing and apologizing to the air around her. However, he was used to seeing such drunken residents at the end of every year.

After closing the door, he kindly led the lady to the elevator and opened the door for her. Before he could ask her which floor she lived on, the woman staggered, slapped the elevator control panel, and pressed several numbers.

Then the woman began to apologize in a long-winded manner, bowing repeatedly in front of the elevator operating panel.

The security guard didn't notice until the elevator door closed. He couldn't see the woman's face clearly from beginning to end. He only remembered that she was wearing glasses and the lenses were fogged up.

Koizumi got out when the elevator first opened.

It was not until the elevator door closed and continued to move upward that she stood up again, took off her glasses and put them away, casually tidied her hair, revealing an expressionless face.

She looked up at the floor sign on the wall and slowly walked down the stairs.

A minute later, Koizumi stood at the door of Kazami's house and easily pried open the door lock.

Koizumi sighed softly in her heart, she pushed the door open and walked in, then gently closed the door.

Although there is a shoe cabinet in the entrance, a pair of black men's leather shoes are placed casually at the door. On the shoe cabinet are car keys and some small items such as bills, coupons, and change.

On one side of the corridor is a small bathroom and a kitchen that is obviously rarely used.

At the end of the corridor is the living room. On the coffee table is a convenience store plastic bag with packed takeout boxes inside and a TV remote control next to it.

One can imagine that a few hours ago, the male owner who lived here was eating dinner and watching TV here.

Koizumi walked around the living room and even stood on the balcony looking out, glancing in the direction where the organization's snipers were hiding.

The view was good and there were no obstructions. The person on the opposite side was probably using a sniper rifle's high-power scope to observe what was happening on her side.

Finally, no matter how reluctant she was, she stood at the bedroom door.

Koizumi put her hand on the door handle and turned it gently. The door lock opened and she pushed the door open.

The room was dark and the curtains were drawn. Looking inside from the doorway, I could vaguely see the bulge on the bed and hear light, slow breathing.

He was sleeping soundly and didn't notice the uninvited guest in his house at all.

Koizumi calmed himself and took a deep breath.

……what?

She walked quietly to the bedside.

...Huh?!

She leaned down slightly and gently lifted a corner of the quilt to confirm again.

...! ! !

Although the room was filled with the unique smell of Kazami, Koizumi could say for sure that the person sleeping on the bed in front of him was not Kazami! Not Kazami Yuya!

The police are finally reliable this time!

I don't know how they did it, not only did they replace Kazami himself, but they also deceived the organization. If it weren't for her God of Food skills, even she wouldn't have noticed anything unusual!

Koizumi let out a long sigh, and a heavy weight was finally lifted off his chest.

No matter what the identity of this stand is, as long as it is not Yuya Kazami, there is no problem!

However, she immediately realized something else.

Since Yuya Kazami has been replaced, it is basically certain that there must be eavesdropping devices or even surveillance cameras left by the police hidden in his room. There may also be plainclothes police officers hiding nearby, patiently waiting for the predator to come.

Her activity on the balcony just now might have been discovered by the surveillance personnel.

The public security personnel did not know that the person who would come to assassinate Yuya Kazami was herself, the undercover agent. Someone might come to catch her soon, and might even have set an ambush on her retreat route.

It would be troublesome if you were accidentally cheated by your old boss.

Assuming there really was a police eavesdropping device in the room, and she herself was also carrying the organization's eavesdropping device...

Maybe she could act like this?