Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Vermouth was completely stunned by Koizumi's crazy plan.

She felt her hands and feet were cold, her scalp was numb, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

If everything goes as smoothly as Sakurai said, killing that gentleman will be just around the corner!

No no, calm down.

Those are just fantasies, or rather, just delusions!

Vermouth had to light up another cigarette to calm herself down.

While trying to find possible loopholes in Koizumi's grand plan of criticism, she also observed her carefully again.

At this point, Koizumi re-prepared two doses of essence with less drug content, and couldn't wait for the man's face to return to its original state, so he applied them on the back of his two hands.

Is that red and white capsule really as stable and reliable as Sakurai said?

If she really did what she planned and socialized human experiments, it would be a disaster if something went wrong. As the initiator and person in charge of the whole thing, no one could save her.

Although Sakurai and Narukai-kun have very different personalities and ways of doing things, they do have one thing in common.

That's crazy enough!

It's just that one is crazy in an open way, and the other is crazy in a restrained way.

Obviously, the one who is crazy in a restrained way is more terrifying.

She even has the determination to drag the whole world to death!

But now, Vermouth is already standing on Sakurai's boat, and she can only trust her and try to help her create a miracle.

Oh yes, there was also a person named Gin who boarded the ship earlier than her.

Vermouth still has her own choices and considerations, but Gin is the one who dares to board the ship and risk his life without knowing anything.

How much does he trust this little lunatic!

Gin, no hesitation, trust...

Can you believe that these words can be combined together?

In fact, it's crazy!

"Hehehe..."

Vermouth suddenly laughed, very happily and loudly.

Koizumi turned to look at her. Although he didn't understand what Sister Bei had figured out, he believed that it was definitely a good thing for him, so he curled up the corners of his mouth as well.

After a while, Vermouth wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and her tone became relaxed again.

"I say, Sakurai-chan, you'd better not tell anyone else about this plan except me."

Koizumi nodded: "Of course."

"Don't even talk about Gin."

Koizumi curled his lips: "That bastard, even if I want to say it, he won't listen."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

So Koizumi briefly told Vermouth the story of "Don't Tell Me".

"Sister Bei, is this reasonable? I took the initiative to confront him, but he just said 'don't tell me' and I was so angry! My kindness was wasted!"

Vermouth laughed so hard that her body shook. "Oh, that's fine. A sense of mystery can keep things fresh and keep the relationship from cooling down. I didn't expect that Gin is quite understanding."

Koizumi stared.

Why is Vermouth like Sakurai, always turning into that road?

If Sakurai was around, I think these two would definitely get along well.

Koizumi rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it. What's the point of cooling down? When this is over, we can just part ways amicably."

Vermouth was stunned for a moment: "Let's part ways in peace?"

Koizumi said calmly, "I don't know if Ming Hai-kun will stay, but I will definitely leave."

Vermouth's smile froze: "Where to?"

"Go back to where you came from."

Vermouth was silent for a long time, but finally changed the subject with a smile.

"Xiao Yingjing, how about mommy open this beauty salon for you?"

The expression on Koizumi's face is hard to describe.

"Sister, stop making trouble."

"Haha, just tell me, how about I come to Tokyo to help you?"

"Eh?"

"Look, according to your plan, I will no longer carry out the organization's tasks, and I can no longer appear in that gentleman's sight. In other words, I have nothing to do and nowhere to go.

“As the instigator, shouldn’t you take responsibility and help me settle it down?

"Besides, you only use soap to wash your face and are too lazy to do daily skin care and sun protection. You don't know much about beauty care, right?

"You want to open a beauty salon and launch new products. Do you understand the details?"

"Ah, this..."

Koizumi had an embarrassed expression on his face.

Vermouth smiled proudly and said, “Even if I don’t use Sharon Wynyard’s identity, my resources and connections in Tokyo are not much worse than Rum’s.

"And if you need to conduct human experiments, I'm an experienced veteran."

Koizumi grabbed Vermouth's hand and said seriously, "I won't say anything. I didn't recognize you! Sister Bei, please come to Tokyo to help me. I really need a helper like you!"

Vermouth grinned and said, "Call me mom."

Koizumi once again showed an indescribable expression.

"Sister Bei, if I remember correctly, I should call that gentleman father, right? You said you are the mother, then..."

Vermouth flicked a finger on Koizumi's forehead and said viciously, "Shut up, you little bastard!"

"Ouch."

Xiaoquan covered his forehead with his hands, looking aggrieved: "Can I call you grandma?"

Vermouth was so angry that she laughed and reached out to twist her face: "Do I look like a grandma? Is there a grandma as young and beautiful as me?"

Koizumi quickly dodged, "You're old enough to be a grandmother! And I helped you take advantage of Karasuma Renya!"

Vermouth simply didn't know how to retort, and after a long while she yelled angrily: "Your mouth can really make me angry to death!"

"Hey hey hey."

Koizumi smiled and spread his hands: "So, it's still most appropriate to call you Sister Bei, right?"

"Humph!"

Vermouth changed the subject and said in a deliberately cold tone: "In fact, there is still a serious flaw in your plan."

Koizumi blinked his eyes: "What?"

"Humph!"

Vermouth turned her head away and deliberately stopped talking.

Koizumi smiled and said, "Could it be that you are talking about the source of technology?"

Vermouth turned around immediately: "Have you thought of it?"

"of course."

Koizumi nodded seriously: "As a groundbreaking technology, there must be a strong team and research and development data behind it to convince people."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly: "Do you have a solution? Tell me about it."

Koizumi smiled and snapped his fingers, pointing in the direction of the bedroom.

Vermouth turned around and saw a short young man walking out of the room.

Belmode:? !

He jumped up from the sofa in shock, and while backing away he reached for the gun hidden behind the backrest.

But until she had the gun in her hand, the man at the door of the room just stood there expressionless, motionless.

Koizumi had an expression as if he was waiting to see a good show, and had no intention of helping at all.

Vermouth suddenly came to his senses and hit her hard on the head: "Little bastard, it's your tricks again!"

Koizumi didn't dodge, but took the blow with his head down, pointing at the man and asking with a smile, "Sister Bei, do you know him?"

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, then she carefully looked at the new man.

Because she hates APTX4869 and the people who developed this drug, and in order to "take good care" of the researchers who made outstanding contributions to the development of Drug A, Vermouth remembers the faces of each of them.

The man in front of me looks more and more familiar...

A name suddenly flashed through her mind, and the face in her memory overlapped with the person in front of her.

"Asakura Mirai!"

Koizumi nodded: "Well, then you should also know his identity, right?"

"of course."

Vermouth's face was serious: "He was a researcher at the same time as those two bastards of the Miyano family, and he was one of the developers of the 'Silver Bullet'.

"How could he... No, how could you... No, no, what is this?"

Koizumi smiled and said, "Let him introduce himself."

"what?"

Vermouth was stunned.

The man who had been motionless and looked like a mannequin suddenly had an expression on his face.

He gave a gloomy smile and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Asakura Mirai is a thing of the past. Now please call me Fujiwara Yuto."