Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

According to the intelligence, Sakurai Izumi lived a completely ordinary life before entering the police academy. She was sent out after only five months. In such a short time, there was no time for special training. Judging from her reaction when she was injected with truth serum just now, it doesn't seem like she has received any training for interrogation.

So she was telling the truth?

Is she really not undercover?

Was the information about her true? She refused the police's dispatch, so she was thrown out as a pawn in the internal struggle of the Metropolitan Police Department?

So were the subsequent bombings and robberies her doing?

Rum continued to ask: "Did you plan the explosion in the shopping street?"

"...I won't...I won't be an undercover agent...I won't..."

"Did you plan the convenience store robbery?"

“…No…I won’t do it…”

Rum didn't expect that Sakurai Izumi was so obsessed with not being an undercover agent. She simply ignored the following questions, or didn't hear them at all, and just kept repeating this sentence over and over again.

The interrogation could not go on.

No, at least he had determined the most important thing.

It is basically certain that Sakurai Izumi is not an undercover agent sent by the police!

Then why did that old fellow Kurofuji Kisou swear that she was? And why did he believe it without a doubt? Did he hide some important information?

Rum's eyes narrowed.

"You guys, go get Kurofuji Kizo in for me."

When Kurofuji Kizo saw the situation in the room, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face: "Mr. Rum, has she confessed? Did you call me in because you need me to take care of this person?"

Rum lit a cigar for himself and said, "Tell me again, how did you find Sakurai Izumi?"

Kurofuji Kizo was stunned for a moment: "It was during the meeting that the contact person in the police department told me to introduce me to the organization as usual."

Rum let out a long puff of smoke: "When and where did you meet him?"

"It was in the small park where we often meet. Sakurai Izumi was there that day."

Rum's face suddenly darkened, and he asked slowly, "Are you sure this is what the police contact told you that day?"

Kurofuji Kisaburo sensed something was wrong. He wanted to nod, but he didn't dare.

Why does Rum look so angry, did I say something wrong?

Rum threw a piece of intelligence on the table. "My people were also monitoring nearby that day. Do you want to see his report? Let me ask you again, are you sure that the police contact that day was going to introduce you to a new undercover agent?"

Kurofuji Kissan was covered in cold sweat.

After being repeatedly questioned by Rum, he suddenly remembered that day, the contact only told him to get lost.

He began to tremble uncontrollably, and said in a trembling voice: "It has always been like that before..."

Rum stared at him coldly. "The Metropolitan Police Department, the Public Security Bureau, and even the police academy have all started a major purge. They won't send out undercover agents in the short term, and your identity has been exposed. So, what use are you to?"

He sneered: "I've been so polite to you, you think I'm easy to fool, right?"

Kurofuji Kisaburo turned and ran.

Rum pulled out his pistol and shot him in the head.

Kurofuji Kizo fell to the ground.

Rum threw the gun on the table and cursed, "Damn rubbish!"

The sound of the gunshot was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, and Koizumi's stagnant thoughts began to slowly resume functioning.

Rum noticed that Koizumi's mumbling had stopped, so he returned to asking questions.

"Did you plan the bombing and robbery?"

Although Koizumi's brain processes information slowly, it begins to become controllable as the effect of the drug wears off.

Just when Rum thought that Koizumi still wouldn't answer and was about to give up, he heard her whisper one word: "Yes."

Rum turned back for a second and looked at Koizumi with burning eyes.

The man in the white coat next to him had been observing Koizumi silently, writing down various records in his notebook. He said at the right time: "Fifteen minutes later, the effect of the drug begins to fade."

Rum: "How credible is that answer?"

The man in the white coat said expressionlessly, "76.35%."

For a severely skeptical patient, this was a number that was far below Rum's psychological expectations, and the drug's effectiveness wore off faster than he had expected.

Although he still had some curious questions, there was no need to continue asking.

“…That’s it, the end.”

"Ok."

The man in the white coat took out another syringe from the incubator and injected the pale yellow liquid into Koizumi's body.

After two minutes, Koizumi's heart rate had steadily returned to normal.

After three minutes, Koizumi's heart rate began to soar above normal levels and his breathing became rapid.

The man in the white coat was a little surprised. He took out an empty syringe and drew a tube of venous blood from Koizumi's arm, then he pulled open Koizumi's eyelids and took a look.

Rum was startled by the noise over there and came back to his senses from his thoughts.

He looked up and asked unhappily, "What happened?"

The white coat's tone was slightly excited: "Subject No. 690 showed abnormal signs. Oh, this is the first time I have encountered an abnormal condition after the improved EME detoxification. I don't know if it is due to this person's physique or an abnormality occurred during the drug offset. When I return to the laboratory, I will use her blood sample to conduct experiments to see if it is due to the drug ingredient Scopolamine..."

"Shut up!" Rum yelled angrily, and walked over quickly to check on Koizumi. "What's going on?"

After being yelled at by Rum, the man in the white coat finally came out of his academic research frenzy and whispered, "It's what I just said, I don't know if it's because of Scopolamine..."

Damn it, I finally found a high-quality potential stock who is not an undercover agent, but he is ruined by these crazy people in the laboratory before he can play any role!

Rum grabbed the collar of the white coat angrily: "I don't want to hear this! Heal him immediately!"

The man in the white coat lifted up his glasses that were about to fall off, and said helplessly: "Well, the things are all in the basement laboratory. I have to go back and get them..."

Rum kicked him and said, "Go!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The man in the white coat rolled and crawled towards the secret door, but suddenly stopped hesitantly: "Well, why not bring the person directly to..."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked in the direction of Koizumi with a look of astonishment, and couldn't close his mouth.

Rum slammed the table angrily: "Go quickly!"

The man in the white coat pointed behind Rum and said tremblingly: "She, she, she..."

Rum turned around and saw Koizumi standing up staggeringly like a zombie.