Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

Koizumi seemed to be looking at the task list in his hand carefully, but in fact he was thinking about the people who had just sat next to Gin.

The man sitting alone in the distance had such obvious features that she recognized him at a glance as Chianti, one of the snipers in Gin's team.

Among the three men sitting at the table next to Gin, the one with a long face wearing sunglasses should be Cohen, another sniper in Gin's team.

As for the other two, she had no impression of them.

Koizumi flipped through the task list in her hand back and forth, while counting the code names of the winery members she knew in her mind.

Not to mention gin and vodka.

Rye, bourbon, and Scotch whiskey can also be excluded directly.

She had seen Rum before, but Pisco was an old man and didn’t fit the image.

Chianti and Cohen can also be confirmed, could it be Calvados?

She had an impression of Calvados in the animation, but the image of the two in front of her didn't quite match that of the others.

Who else?

A name suddenly flashed through Koizumi's mind: Tequila?

The burly guy with a chin that looked like a butt was Tequila! He was a member of the codenamed organization who died as soon as he appeared. No wonder I didn't have a deep impression of him.

Now there is only one person left.

Who is that man with curly hair?

Hmm, who are the other codename members?

Irish whiskey?

Keir?

No, no, Gere is a woman.

...Wait, no way?

A thought suddenly flashed through Koizumi's mind, which made her heart beat faster.

If this person was a member of the organization who had died before the first year of Conan, his code name would naturally not be mentioned in the original work.

Although there is no code name, his name has been mentioned! He is...

Someone knocked twice on the bar in front of her.

Koizumi came back to her senses from her thoughts, but she didn't look up. Her eyes were still fixed on the book in her hand. She waved her hand and said impatiently, "I'm busy. Stop it."

When Koizumi heard Vermouth's sneer, he looked up in surprise, and then saw Gin standing next to him with a dark face.

"what……"

Koizumi stared at Gin for two seconds. As if she hadn't come back to her senses yet, she spoke at 0.75 times the speed, "Sorry, I'm thinking..."

Then she blinked her eyes and returned to normal: "What's the matter?"

Gin didn't pursue the matter. He kept in mind the characteristic that Koizumi would react a beat slowly when thinking.

"Have you read the task list? How do you think about it?"

Koizumi is not the kind of person whose speaking speed is affected by thinking. When she is really concentrating on thinking, she can't hear what others are saying at all.

She deliberately spoke slowly just now, just to take the opportunity to organize the information in her mind.

Just now, when she was matching the faces and codes, she also roughly looked through the contents of these commissions.

These commissions can be roughly divided into three categories.

The first category is collecting intelligence.

The most common intelligence tasks are to collect information on designated companies or individuals, or to investigate the source or destination of certain funds.

This kind of task is not difficult for Koizumi. She can use the public security forces of Kazami Yuya to conduct investigations, or seek cooperation from the particularly sensitive guy Aburashi Yoshiaki.

Moreover, her hearing is so sharp and she has learned basic cross-dressing skills. It would be a waste not to use them.

The second type of task is express delivery.

This is also very easy to understand. It means acting as a flash courier to deliver and pick up goods for both parties of the transaction when it is inconvenient for them to show up.

However, since neither party in the transaction is a good person, there may be risks in the transaction process.

The third type of task is cleaning.

For criminal gangs like the Black Organization, they have a lot of things to clean up: clean up traces, clean up the scene, clean up the bodies, or clean up the traitors.

An hour ago, Koizumi had just witnessed the whole process of Vodka throwing the job of cleaning up the office slave men to a subordinate of a peripheral member.

As soon as a phone call was made, the outsider came over and put the person into a sack and took him away. The whole process was very smooth, and there was no nonsense between the two sides.

When they drove to the outside of the Daikoku Bar, Koizumi noticed that Vodka had checked his email on his phone. She guessed that it was probably a report on the completion of the cleanup mission?

This bounty distribution point in the Dahei Bar was probably a public one, because she found that some tasks in the list were marked as "accepted", and there were also several tasks that were obviously out of time, apparently because the person responsible for compiling the list failed to update it in time.

Koizumi had just glanced through it and had a rough idea in his mind. When he heard Gin's question, he returned to the page he was interested in and tapped on it: "This is it."

Gin sat down next to her, glanced sideways at her choice, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "...Okay."

Koizumi asked again: "How many missions can you accept at the same time?"

The squinty-eyed bartender standing behind the bar explained to her, "In theory, you can accept any task you want. But please note that each task here basically has a time limit. If you accept a task but cannot complete it, you will be punished for whatever reason."

Koizumi blinked: "What punishment?"

She just smiled and said nothing.

Gin beside her answered her question quietly: "Where do you think so many cleaning tasks come from?"

Good job, really good job!

"Let me take a closer look."

Seeing that the woman was not afraid after hearing what he said, but instead looked very excited, Gin's mouth curled up.

"You're interested in her."

Vermouth walked up to Gin, blew air into his ear jokingly, and spoke in a firm tone.

Gin frowned and said unkindly: "Stay away from me."

Vermouth didn't care about his threat at all. She sat down next to him, shook the wine glass in her hand and chuckled, "She just gave me an interesting suggestion."

Gin glanced at Vermouth: "What suggestions?"

Vermouth stared into Gin's eyes and said in an ambiguous tone: "She said, let me buy you a martini. How about it, are you interested?"

Gin was stunned for two seconds before he realized what Martini meant. He turned his eyes away in disgust: "How disgusting!"

Koizumi tried hard to flatten the corners of his mouth, bit his lips hard, and almost hid his head in the cover of the bounty book.

Vermouth actually flirted in public! She is indeed an old demon of unknown age. This is too shameless. Can't you keep your voice down?

But it turns out that they haven't done that yet?

Oh my god, how come I am the one who is setting them up?

Koizumi finally identified two tasks and accepted one.

First, go to the Yoro Bar in Osaka to find a man named Kamimatsu Hisao and obtain a secret document about a technology company from him. The deadline is ten days later, so there is plenty of time, and the location, people, mission and objectives are all clear.

Second, go to Kamakura to look for a book called "Irasai Biroku".

This task is a bit nonsensical. You have to search for a book in the whole city? But the good thing about this task is that it has no time limit.

Why would the organization be interested in such a book? The title of the book does not give any clues.

Koizumi decided to keep an eye on the whereabouts of this book, perhaps he could find some secret information in it.

After writing down the mission details, Koizumi was about to leave, but Gin stopped her and said faintly, "Considering the time you wasted before, the deadline for this mission is only..."

He looked up at the clock on the wall: "48 hours."

The smile on Koizumi's face disappeared.