Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Due to the special nature of the fireworks factory, Yoji Kitamura's fireworks factory was built in a remote area far away from the city center. The surrounding area was very empty and there were no residents. Only pedestrians and vehicles occasionally passed by the factory gate.

After the New Year, the fireworks business begins to enter the off-season.

Yoji Kitamura gave all the workers in the factory a long vacation, and he was the only one left in the huge factory, which was just convenient for him to keep what he was doing a secret.

When he heard the dog barking in the yard, Kitamura Yoji realized that there might be a stranger approaching outside.

He immediately dropped the half-assembled bomb in his hand, picked up the shotgun beside him, walked to the window and looked out vigilantly.

He didn't see anyone, just two stray cats coming in through the iron gate of his factory.

Kitamura Yoji picked up the telescope by the window and looked over.

Unlike the cats he had seen at the Black Cat Detective Agency, these were two stray cats that looked skinny and dirty. They seemed to be extremely hungry and were planning to sneak in to steal some dog food.

There are many similar situations.

Seeing that it was not a dangerous situation, Kitamura Yoji decided not to intervene.

He put down his binoculars and shotgun and returned to the table to continue assembling the bomb according to the tutorial.

This tutorial is really interesting. Kitamura Yoji claims to be an expert in making explosives, but this guy named Pramya can actually disassemble the bomb into reassembled parts like a Lego toy. Obviously, this guy has a deeper understanding of explosives than him. This tutorial is worth studying carefully.

The barking of dogs in the yard never stopped, and Kitamura Yoji was a little annoyed by the noise.

He put down what he was holding again, walked over, opened the window and shouted outside: "Hey, Godzilla! Stop shouting!"

But then he found that the two stray cats outside the big iron gate had disappeared, and his Rottweiler was barking at his truck parked in the yard.

Could it be that a stranger has invaded?

Could it be the Detective Sakurai whose house he robbed?

Although she was just a young female detective, Kitamura Yoji did not dare to underestimate her.

After his investigation and verification of the intelligence from the Liehuo Bar, he found that there was a reason why this woman had such a bad reputation.

Although she dropped out of school, she was a graduate of the police academy and had received certain professional training. She also had a record of assisting the Metropolitan Police Department in solving cases many times.

What frightened him the most was that this woman's dark web resume was originally blank, but in the past month or so, it had been constantly filled with new content at a terrifying speed.

Detective Sakurai did not block others from viewing her personal resume, which may be regarded as a warning and deterrent to outsiders.

One thing that made Kitamura Yoji pay special attention to Sakurai Izumi was that she was one of the first people to purchase the Pramia explosives tutorial.

However, after she got the tutorial, she did not purchase any production materials. Instead, she was suspected of actively recycling the tutorials from others after Pramya sold the tutorials in large quantities.

Kitamura Yoji felt that this person's ideas might overlap with his, and he might have the same plan as him. He was a very threatening competitor in business.

After much consideration, Kitamura Yoji decided to take a chance.

After all, he owns a fireworks factory and is also the largest gunpowder supplier on the dark web, so he has natural advantages.

When selling finished explosives in Pramya, Yoji Kitamura saw how big the potential market was.

Now that Pramiya has chosen to sell tutorials, it is highly likely that he will no longer sell finished explosives. Then he will take over this business!

I'm sorry, Detective Sakurai. I won't give in to such a huge profit!

Kitamura Yoji watched for a while and found that the Rottweiler was still barking wildly in the direction of the truck, and the barking seemed to be getting more and more fierce.

Could it be that someone really sneaked in from over there?

Could it be that someone was planning to tamper with his truck?

This won't do! He has a big deal tonight and can't delay his work.

Thinking of this, Kitamura Yoji ran downstairs with a shotgun.

With the safety off and the shotgun loaded, Kitamura moved cautiously toward the truck, but he circled the truck and could not find the enemy.

After thinking about it, Kitamura Yoji suddenly leaned over and looked under the car.

The two stray cats he had just seen were hiding under the car, eating a chicken leg with great relish.

Uh, that seems to be the chicken leg he prepared for his dog?

These two cats are really amazing. They actually snatched the chicken leg from the Rottweiler's guard. How did they do that?

When they noticed someone was watching them, one of the stray cats looked at Kitamura Yoji warily, while the other one continued to eat with relish without even raising its head.

Kitamura Yoji stood up speechlessly, walked towards the Rottweiler, and touched the dog's head: "Okay, stop barking. I'll get you another chicken leg..."

wrong!

He suddenly discovered that there were leftover bones in the dog's food bowl.

The two cats didn't grab the chicken legs from the dog's food bowl, but...

Kitamura Yoji looked up at the open window on the first floor, and there was... the kitchen!

What the hell? These two cats just sneaked into his house to steal food?

No wonder Godzilla roared so fiercely just now.

Kitamura Yoji walked to the window and looked inside, and sure enough, he saw several clear cat paw prints on the windowsill.

He looked into the kitchen again and saw cat paw prints on the low cabinet and the worktop. One of the chicken legs he had thrown into the sink to thaw was missing, so it must have been taken away by a stray cat.

Kitamura Yoji shook his head helplessly, reached out to close the open window, then turned around and went back to the second floor.

"Godzilla, stop yelling."

The Rottweiler seemed a little confused, tilting its head and making a "woooo" sound.

It looked at the woman standing in the kitchen looking out the window, confused.

Could that strange woman be the master's friend? But she was not invited in by the master. But the master told her to stop barking?

The Rottweiler tentatively howled once more, and Kitamura Yoji's impatient voice came from the second floor: "Godzilla! If you howl again, there will be no more chicken legs!"

Well, you didn't let me shout that.

The Rottweiler lay down beside its food bowl, its little eyes still fixed on the woman over there.

The woman gently pushed open the kitchen window, and the moment she jumped onto the windowsill, she turned into a cat again!

The Rottweiler was so scared that it stood up and tried to run away, but the leash around its neck held it back and it couldn't move. It could only make a "woohoo" sound in its throat to express its fear.

The dog is scared to death! How can someone turn into a cat? !

So is that person a human or a cat? ! Or a monster? !

Koizumi didn't care how much psychological trauma she had brought to the dog over there. She jumped in front of the two stray cats and summoned the little black cat.

[Heijiang, these two cats helped me. Take them back to the base and give them a share when the canned food is distributed.]

[Okay, Quan.]

The little black cat rubbed its head against her.

[This place is a bit far from the base, please be careful on the way. ]

The two newly-acquainted cat brothers excitedly wagged their tails and answered loudly: [Okay, Cat Demon Boss! ]

Koizumi: ...

I’m too lazy to explain, just a cat demon is a cat demon.

After seeing off the three cats, Koizumi returned indoors again.

She reached out and closed the kitchen window as it was, cleaned up the traces she had left behind, and then quietly moved up to the second floor.