Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

It was past four in the morning and still dark. Fūya, Morofushi and Matsuda stood at the door of the hotel, looking at Koizumi who was riding a black motorcycle and putting on a helmet.

"Hey, do you really want to ride back by yourself?"

Matsuda Jinpei frowned: "With your driving skills, is that enough? And you just drank beer!"

Without waiting for Koizumi to reply, Furuya Rei said with a look of disapproval: "If you don't want to call Nekozuka, Morobushi and I can also take you there. Just find an excuse."

Although Morobushi Keimitsu had heard them complain about Koizumi's driving skills, he had never seen it with his own eyes, so he didn't have a very clear concept. However, seeing that Furuya Rei and Matsuda Jinpei had the same attitude, his expression also showed a little worry.

Koizumi sighed helplessly: "I say, it's not that exaggerated! It's just a fall occasionally, it won't kill you."

Matsuda Jinpei shouted, "You call that an occasional thing? And if you fall, it's very serious, right? Aren't you afraid of falling under the wheels of a car?"

He stretched out his hand and held the frame of the motorcycle tightly, then turned around and shouted, "Zero, let's go call Nekozuka!"

Koizumi: ...

Knowing that nothing he said would be of any use, he simply stepped on the accelerator.

The motorcycle body flashed, and Matsuda Jinpei missed and almost fell down, but Zhu Fujingguang next to him was very experienced and helped him in time.

Then the three of them watched the motorcycle go away with its taillights on, and it was riding quite fast.

Matsuda Jinpei looked down at his hand, then turned and asked, "Zhu Fu, did she use this hand to shake you off and commit suicide?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded helplessly.

"Tsk, who has the best suicide skills..."

"…She probably won't die. I just hope she doesn't fall too badly."

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It was almost six in the morning, and Gin was sitting alone at the bar in the deserted Big Black Bar.

He was getting a little impatient when the bar door was pushed open.

Gin frowned and turned his head: "Too slow..."

Shocked: "You are..."

Koizumi, looking dusty and disheveled, walked in from outside, holding a helmet. His cycling suit had two cuts on it and was covered in blood.

She glanced at the time: "Less than two hours, fast enough, right?"

"...You rode back by yourself?"

Koizumi replied unhappily: "What else?"

Gin was speechless and could no longer complain. He stood up and walked towards the inside of the bar: "Follow me."

Behind Gin, Koizumi curled the corners of his mouth.

Yes, she did it on purpose!

See, the self-torture tactic is quite effective, especially after she and Gin became childhood sweethearts.

I hope it will have some effect on that gentleman as well.

She limped after Gin, shouting, "Slow down, slow down, I sprained my ankle."

Gin sighed, and seeing that she was having a hard time walking, he simply grabbed her arm with one hand to support her, and said impatiently, "This is really troublesome."

"Hehe, thank you very much."

Gin dragged her a few steps and suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Are you ready?"

Koizumi certainly knew what he was talking about, and said without turning his head: "Well, the plan remains the same."

After receiving the signal from her, Gin's mouth curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

It was the same secret room full of surveillance cameras as last time.

By the time they reached the door, Gin had already let go of her hand and returned to his usual indifferent attitude.

After pushing the door open, he stood by the door without saying a word and motioned Koizumi to sit in the chair in the middle.

All the monitors were still on, but this time, all they saw was the black silhouette of that gentleman.

It was the same scene as last time. This person was sitting in a place where the light couldn't reach him, shaking a red wine glass in his hand.

Koizumi limped to the chair and sat down, staring at the person on the screen with curiosity.

Under the light in the room, her dishevelled appearance was clearly exposed to the eyes of the person opposite her.

A voice that was indistinguishable as male or female came from a loudspeaker installed somewhere: "Mello."

Koizumi "involuntarily" looked for the source of the sound, and then his eyes focused on the monitor in front of him again.

"Oh."

The person on the other end didn't speak clearly, and after the voice changer, he spoke with a weird tone: "Do you know who I am?"

Koizumi showed a surprised expression on her face. She turned her head to look at Gin who had no expression on his face, then turned her head to look at the monitor again and answered: "That gentleman?"

She rolled her eyes and asked tentatively, "So, which gentleman is it?"

The person on the monitor was silent for a moment and changed the subject: "You've been doing well recently."

Good job?

Doesn't he know that Rum is planning to run for mayor?

Gin didn't report it? Or...

Koizumi raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned back in his chair, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, is there a reward?"

"...What reward do you want?"

Koizumi looked up and thought for a moment: "It seems that there is nothing special I need... Oh, right!"

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat up straight again, speaking faster: "You know, no, you know that I opened a security company, right? My business often involves dealing with the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau, and I really need their inside information!"

She turned her head and glared at Gin, complaining, "But the two informants I arranged were both killed by Gin! I arranged them with great difficulty! Can you please ask him to stop interfering in my work!"

What will you do next, Karasuma Renya?

Should you change the subject and give me the authority, or just tell me about the undercover agent from the Metropolitan Police Department?

The gentleman was silent for a moment, then said, "I heard Gin report this matter. I heard that your method of developing informants is a bit...special?"

"Special?"

Koizumi spread his hands nonchalantly and rolled his eyes. "I'm a woman, is there anything wrong with me taking advantage of my natural advantages? Men are allowed to use honey traps, but I'm not allowed to use the same trick? The Metropolitan Police Department has evolved to the point where it can use unconventional means. As a criminal organization, would we care about such a small problem?"

She rolled her eyes at Gin and said, "I think Gin feels that his position is threatened and is jealous that my grades are better than his, so he is retaliating against me."

The gentleman was silent for a long time again, and then he said slowly: "...What do you think of gin?"

"Eh?"

Koizumi was stunned for a moment.

What's going on? Wasn't the reason Karasuma Renya came to see her today because he found out about the blood? Was he trying to bring her up with Gin?

Is this because they are taking my uniqueness and the fact that my memory has not been restored into consideration, so they are planning to use a roundabout tactic?

Koizumi looked at the person on the monitor with genuine confusion, then at Gin. Suddenly, an incredible expression appeared on his face, and he asked with a gossipy look on his face, "Is Gin your son?"

Gin:......

That gentleman: ...

Koizumi: "No? That's a relative's child? Not either? Godson?"

Seeing that neither of them gave any response, the interested expression on her face faded. She glanced at Gin and said lazily, "You should know the nature of our organization's work and the kind of people we deal with every day. They are either criminals or quasi-criminals. They are best at killing or arson. They are all sarcastic and full of hostility. They will make faces and put guns on people's heads at any time. They are not gentle or considerate. They can't cook or warm the bed. Just ask, what kind of competitiveness do such men have?"

Koizumi glanced at Gin again, then looked away with disinterest: "You can't even laugh."

Gin:......

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his hand on the gun handle in his pocket tightened again and again, looking like he was about to take action.

Koizumi: "Look, I just said a few truthful words and he's about to point a gun at me again! Anyway, my work is already very tiring and hard, so I just want to find someone who is gentle, considerate and caring. It doesn't matter if it's fake or a honey trap, I'm happy with it! Anyway, there are almost no people who can beat me."

Having said that, she turned her head and looked at Gin again, muttering softly: "...In this regard, Gin is still okay. His physical fitness is really good."

In short, it shows a lot of resentment, it seems completely impossible, but there is still a glimmer of hope.

Sure enough, after her performance, the gentleman fell completely silent.

Koizumi looked at the two people, and said to the monitor with curiosity: "So, just tell me quietly, even a little bit is fine, who is Gin to you? How much assets does he have? How many digits are in his bank account? Is he the illegitimate son of some wealthy family? Are you going to inherit a family fortune worth tens of billions, or did you just receive someone's will? Or..."

The monitor screen suddenly went black.

Koizumi: "... Hey, I haven't finished yet! If you want to match me up, you have to tell me the truth! How can you be in a relationship if you won't tell me anything? You're crazy!"

Gin ignored the money-grubber and walked out of the room with a sullen face.

Koizumi knew that there were probably hidden cameras and eavesdropping devices in the room, so he continued his performance without relaxing at all.

She limped out and chased after him: "Hey, Gin, what's going on today? You called me back just for this? So was this your idea or that gentleman's? You killed my two informants, weren't you just jealous? Hey!"

Gin walked faster and faster in front, all the way back to the bar hall, then he leaned on the bar counter, covered his face with his hands and laughed wildly.

However, he laughed very restrainedly. Even though his face turned red and his body trembled uncontrollably, he made almost no sound.

Koizumi slowly followed, sat on the bar chair next to him, and looked up at the ceiling.

So what was the purpose of Karasuma Renya looking for her today?