Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

What happened just now was completely Koizumi's subconscious improvisation. To be honest, her attention couldn't help but be drawn to Gin.

Why is Gin, the werewolf, here too? Is he here to help Rum? Isn't there a rumor that these two have a bad relationship?

Why the hell, after I said something to Rum, Gin looked at me even colder?

He, he, he, he won’t pull out a gun just because of a disagreement, right?

In a hurry, Koizumi changed his tone 180 degrees: "No, there is still a way to talk."

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket, grabbed out a handful of change, picked out a five-yen coin and threw it on the table.

Just at the moment when she reached into her pocket, Gin, who had been like an ice sculpture, pulled out a pistol from his pocket and aimed at Koizumi.

Although it was not surprising, Koizumi's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

She tried hard to ignore the man whose presence was so strong and focused all her attention on the conversation with Rum.

In order not to further irritate Gin, Koizumi simply threw all the change in his hand on the table, and only pushed the five-yen coin forward: "How about playing a little game?"

Koizumi calmed down, quickly organized his thoughts, and continued, "Since we can't reach a consensus, why don't we leave the decision to fate? Let's use this go-en (five-yen coin)."

She adjusted her sitting posture to make herself look more relaxed and at ease.

"If the head is facing up when it falls, all our troubles will be forgiven. If the number is facing up..."

She gave Rum a malicious smile: "Let me take revenge once and for all. How about a bet?"

After saying that, Koizumi flicked the five-yen coin lightly with just the right amount of force, and the coin landed next to Rum's hand.

She smiled and gestured for invitation: "Good luck."

(ps: The pronunciation of the five-yen coin in Japanese is "go-en", which is similar to the pronunciation of "good luck". It is said that this is why Japanese people like to use five-yen coins to pray at shrines.)

Rum looked at the coin beside him but didn't touch it. The curve of his mouth didn't change at all. Only his voice became a little deeper: "Oh, revenge. What do you want to do?"

Koizumi supported his head with one hand, tilted his head and said in a relaxed tone: "Well, how about playing an assassination game with me? Regardless of whether I succeed in the end, everything that happened before will be written off, and no one is allowed to mention it again."

Rum stared at Koizumi with a serious look, and found that the woman did not evade or retreat when she looked at him. Instead, her smile became more genuine, and she said with admiration, "Interesting. You are really brave, but I don't know if your ability is as great as your courage."

Koizumi smiled even brighter: "Then let's give it a try. Since we are seeking cooperation, we must first understand the other party's value, right?"

A cunning look flashed across Rum's face, and he said with a half-smile: "I want to raise the bet. If I'm still alive when the game ends, you can work for me."

Koizumi sneered and rolled his eyes at him, "Okay! If you die, all your properties will belong to me. Let's find an asset appraisal company and a lawyer to sign an agreement and notarize it first."

Find someone to check your personal information first. I don’t believe you dare to agree!

Sure enough, Rum pondered for a moment and said softly, "In that case, why don't we change to a more sincere condition. If you fail in the end, I have the right to force you to accept my commission three times. How about it?"

There was a hint of playfulness and provocation in his tone, as if he had already determined that Koizumi would accept the bet.

This condition really hit Koizumi's psychological bottom line.

This gambling game with Rum is more like a show for Koizumi than a gamble.

She had only two goals.

First, strengthen your vengeful personality.

Second, find a suitable excuse to reconcile with the organization and reconnect with this connection. After all, her goal is to gain trust and infiltrate the organization.

Now Rum has dug a huge hole, and as long as she jumps in without hesitation, she will be successful.

Without a second thought, he completed the three mandatory commissions he gave him, ensuring that he was dressed in black, and immediately transformed himself into a small cog in the organization.

But if she just jumped in so easily without any struggle, Rum, a suspicious guy, might suspect that she was an undercover agent, and all the previous performances would be in vain.

Koizumi weighed the pros and cons for a long time and finally decided to refuse the piece of fat meat that was right in front of him and to prioritize his own image.

She slowly said, "Okay, I agree to your raise, but I have to add a condition."

Rum's originally determined expression cooled down, and there was more consideration in his eyes.

He stared at Koizumi for a long time before saying, "Tell me your conditions."

Koizumi smiled and deliberately spoke slowly: "The condition is that only two people are allowed to participate in this game. There is no third person, only you and me."

She leaned forward slightly, staring at Rum's face with wide eyes, a confident smile on her lips, and said in a provocative tone: "You, dare?"

Koizumi smiled happily, she was looking forward to Rum accepting her bet.

Turn a boring game of passing the pillow into a fierce pillow fight. It's fun, isn't it? Anyway, no matter whether you win or lose, you have nothing to lose.

What if, just what if, the old man opposite is allergic to feathers and chokes to death?

Rum's pupils shrank slightly, and for the first time a solemn expression appeared on his face.

Perhaps he was not confident in his own personal strength, or perhaps he felt threatened by the strong and crazy fighting spirit in Koizumi's eyes, so he retreated.

Rum leaned back, put on a false gentle expression on his face again, and said with a smile: "I heard that the kaiseki cuisine here is very good. Why don't we eat something first? It's really too much to talk about this topic on an empty stomach."

He waved to the waitress who had been waiting outside the door. The woman immediately bowed respectfully and turned to make preparations.

"Tsk, what a waste of emotion."

Koizumi rolled his eyes at him in dissatisfaction, leaned against the window to look at the scenery, and showed that he didn't want to talk anymore.

Rum smoked his cigar silently, his eyes occasionally falling on Koizumi.

In fact, he just made another attempt.

If this woman was an undercover agent sent by the police, she would happily jump into the trap she had dug.

But she still didn't take the bait.

He was more certain in his heart that the woman was not an undercover agent. But are you really resisting the identity of a member of the organization?

He has a clean identity and is capable, but he is too vengeful and capable of causing trouble.

But getting things done requires ability, and the organization is short of people who can get things done.

Ah, I want this woman even more!