Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

The structure of this club looks a bit like an ant nest, with passages extending in all directions and countless small passages and rooms branching out from the main road. Some are silent, some are very lively, and strange noises can be heard from some rooms. No one knows what the people inside are doing.

If he wasn't afraid of getting lost, Furiya Rei really wanted to explore this strange place.

He followed closely behind the two people in front of him and entered another dance hall of considerable size.

Different from the soft music just now, the music here is so powerful that it hurts people's ears.

Three people came in, and someone else came up to the woman called Sister Lianhua.

Furiya Rei didn't hear what he said, he just saw him pointing towards the corner of the dance floor, it seemed that his target was not just "Dian Zi".

Sister Lianhua frowned, as if the current situation made her feel a little tricky.

She turned her head to look at Furuya Rei who was following silently behind her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and hooked her finger at him: "Boy, can you fight?"

Furuya Rei nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

The woman gave him a teasing look.

Furiya Rei understood the meaning of her look, which was probably "Why don't you pretend anymore?"

The woman didn't say much. She whispered a few words into the ears of her two subordinates, then pulled Furiya Rei in another direction. They stopped in front of the rest area, leaned close to him again, and whispered in his ear in an ambiguous posture, "Did you see the yellow-haired guy in the brown windbreaker in front?"

Yellow hair...

Fūya Rei was speechless for a moment.

"The one with the glasses on his head, right? I saw it."

"That guy is selling leaves. Keep an eye on him and don't let him get away. I'll be back soon after I take care of some things."

After saying that, the woman turned and left, squeezing into the crowd again towards her men.

leaf?

poison!

Furukaya Rei looked at the guy sitting in the booth who was looking around as if he was looking for a target, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He originally thought that his outfit today was not quite appropriate.

Unexpectedly, it’s just right.

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Yamamura Yuzhi sat in a booth, looking around at the men and women around him with his small eyes, but did not dare to act rashly.

In fact, he knew very well that he should not come to this club again. The first two times he came here, he had vaguely felt that he was being watched by the security guards.

But if he can't get rid of the stuff in his hand as soon as possible, things will become more troublesome, because the debt collectors have already found his current whereabouts!

Tokyo is such a difficult place to get into. Not to mention the white world, the black world also prohibits drugs? And there are people offering a huge reward for the arrest of these people.

In just one month, a large number of his colleagues had disappeared inexplicably.

Including his boss, we couldn't get in touch with him not long ago. He is truly nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead.

There are so many missing persons, but the Tokyo police don't care? They are investigating, but there are no clues and the progress is slow. What a bunch of idiots!

Once he sells the little stock he has, he will have to look for new sources of supply.

...Why bother looking for a supply source? Just leave Tokyo and start your business somewhere else! There's nothing good about staying in this damn place.

Yes, after finishing this job and getting the money, he will leave and start over in another place!

Yamamura Yuzhi was anxious, but he knew that he had to be more cautious at times like this.

So he didn't rush to take action, but kept observing the movements around him silently.

On the one hand, he had to be alert so that the people watching the place would notice his abnormality, and on the other hand, he had to find a suitable buyer.

Yamamura Yuzhi felt something gently hit his foot.

I looked down and saw an empty wine bottle.

A blond guy in a high-end suit staggered to his table, bent down with some difficulty to pick up the bottle, then turned around and staggered to an empty table next to him and sat down on a chair. There were several empty wine bottles and a lot of beer cans on the table.

This guy was sitting alone drinking, looking very depressed. Perhaps he had drunk a little too much, his eyes were a little staring.

Yamamura Yuzhi vaguely remembered that there were originally four young people sitting there, but he didn't know when they were replaced.

This guy looks like he would be a good target though?

Never mind, it’s him!

Yamamura Yuzhi stood up and walked over, sat down in the chair next to the blond boy, and looked at the man.

The blond guy probably noticed that someone sat down next to him. He shook his head and turned away woodenly, with a blank look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to pass out after just one drink.

Yamamura Yuzhi dragged his chair closer to him: "Hey, buddy, are you in a bad mood?"

The other person turned his head away expressionlessly, and was about to pour the liquid from the cup in his hand into his mouth, but the cup was clearly empty, with nothing in it.

He's already drunk and unconscious.

Yamamura Yuzhi was very happy.

He looked around and saw that no one was staring at him. He carefully took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to her: "Want one? I promise you'll feel better soon."

The blond guy stared at the cigarette in his hand in a trance for a moment, then slowly reached out and took it.

Just as Yamamura Yuzhi was about to take out his lighter to light it for him, he heard a loud noise from the other end of the dance floor.

He turned his head warily and saw that there seemed to be a fight over there.

A tall hostess was chasing a man and beating him madly, shouting, "You don't have any money, but you still want to get it for free? Who do you think I am?"

Yamamura Yuzhi relaxed a little.

He just turned around and sat down, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why did that woman just now look familiar?

He turned his head to look again, and his eyes widened.

That person is!

Yamamura Yuzhi immediately stood up and prepared to run away, but his foot was caught by something and he fell heavily to the ground.

Yamamura Yuzhi was stunned by the fall. He struggled to get up from the ground. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side, grabbed his arm and pulled him up: "Haha, Yamamura-kun, you are drunk, right? How can you be so careless?"

When his name was called out suddenly, Yamamura Yuzhi was stunned.

He looked up and saw the confused blond boy who had been sitting next to him just now turned around and smiled at the people watching the fun: "Sorry to bother you, he's drunk."

The man pushed him back into the chair as he spoke, his eyes clear without any trace of confusion.

Yamamura Yuzhi was suddenly startled and struggled to jump up and run away, but the man grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back into the chair.

"Be careful, Yamamura-kun."

The blond boy sneered in his ear and said, "Don't you want to make me happy? Where are you planning to go?"

Feeling the strength of the hand pressing on his shoulder, Yamamura Yuzhi's heart sank instantly.

It's over, he's dead.