Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"You are the murderer, Mr. Louis, do you have anything else to say?"

Baijiu raised his head with confidence and looked down at Louis who was avoiding his gaze.

There was a hint of joy on Vermouth's face, and her beautiful eyes were bright.

"What?!" the police officer was shocked.

"You...don't talk nonsense! Do you have any evidence?" Louis slammed the table excitedly.

"Isn't the evidence provided by the police officer just now enough?" Baijiu scratched his head and looked at him in confusion.

"There's a saying in criminal psychology."

"Perpetrators may return to the scene after committing a crime because they may be concerned that they left something behind during the crime that they shouldn't have."

Vermouth stepped lightly on the floor and walked slowly in front of Louis. Her eyes were firm and dark, and her powerful aura continued to suppress Louis' confidence.

"You want evidence, don't you? Isn't the evidence contained in the words you say?"

Baijiu smiled, put his hand on Louis' shoulder, and said in a leisurely tone, his eyes fixed on the table full of delicacies.

"What do you mean!?"

"First, look at this table full of delicious food."

"If you're preparing this for your boyfriend whom you haven't seen for a month, you'd definitely want him to eat it first."

"I would ask him how he felt after eating, and then I would start eating again. This is reasonable."

Vermouth nodded silently, listening carefully to Baijiu's reasoning.

Baijiu chuckled twice, with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"But! Ms. Huizi keeps eating and drinking, which is very unreasonable."

"So no one should come to visit Ms. Keiko tonight."

"Then explain it to me! Why are there two servings of food?!"

"You're so emotional? Is it because you're panicking and want to use your voice to boost your confidence?"

Vermouth used calm and composed words to attack Louis' psychological defenses.

Even with the air conditioner on, Louis' clothes were soaked with sweat, his legs were shaking, he was so nervous that he began to feel dazed and covered his forehead with his hands.

Baijiu cleared his throat and delivered the final blow.

"Don't you understand? It turns out that you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep."

"Because it's for her boyfriend."

"What do you mean? Isn't what you said contradictory?! Officer, this guy is just causing trouble! How can you let irrelevant people in?"

Louis pointed at the liquor excitedly, his mind was no longer clear, and his saliva splashed on his face.

"Her boyfriend visiting her every month is just a lie of hope woven by Ms. Keiko."

Baijiu took the tissue from Vermouth and wiped the saliva off his face calmly.

"She is just acting out a one-man show. This is the only way to explain it now."

"If this person didn't exist in the first place, of course there would be no fingerprints left."

"You said you saw a man who had never been here go out!" the police officer scolded angrily.

"You're afraid that the police will find you and put the blame on someone who doesn't exist, right?"

The police officer was upright, and his two sharp eyes were fixed on Louis.

"I have nothing to do? I have to do this..."

Louis was still quibbling, but his voice became much weaker.

"Officer! According to the survey responses from nearby residents, Ms. Keiko is often seen being harassed by a man."

"According to investigation, the man was Mr. Lewis."

"You fart!!!"

Louis was about to raise his fist and swing at the officer.

"Snapped!!"

The police officer couldn't help but slap Louis in anger.

"You are still stubborn even when death is imminent!"

"Mr. Louis, do you owe anyone money?" the police officer continued to ask.

There was a big slap mark on Louis' face. He remained silent and his eyes kept avoiding.

"The man said that you complained to him last month, Mr. Louis, that you wanted to date a single woman who often bought things from your store."

"I'm right, Mr. Louis."

Louis' hands kept shaking, and he seemed very afraid of facing legal sanctions.

"I think you killed her because you were rejected by her and got angry and humiliated." Baijiu sighed.

"I think you must have robbed Ms. Keiko of all her money. Just check the fingerprints on the banknotes."

Baijiu looked at Louis who was trembling beside him.

"Enough!!" Louis fell to his knees, pounding the floor with sobs and shedding crocodile tears.

"You're right! But that woman is going too far!"

"You're lying like that!"

"A month ago, she told me that she already had a boyfriend and couldn't date me. I will go to see her today."

"I had planned to give up, but the night the fire happened, I saw that she didn't have a boyfriend at all!"

"Tonight, I want to see it with my own eyes again to confirm it."

"I broke in and saw the empty room and told her I was going to call the police, and I... I just..."

"Snapped!"

Vermouth slapped Louise on the other side of the face expressionlessly and kicked her to the ground.

"Scumbag."

"If you have anything to say, come to the office and talk about it."

The officer detained him and took him back to the police car.

After they finished their meal, Vermouth and Baijiu staggered drunkenly on their way back to the hotel.

Their faces were slightly flushed, and they forced themselves to keep their drunken eyes open, with drooping eyelids, looking at the road ahead with blurry eyes.

In just two hours, Vermouth and Baijiu finished six boxes of beer, three bottles of white wine and one bottle of red wine.

"Tell me how you solved the case."

Vermouth put her right hand on Baijiu's neck, turned her head, her eyes were a little blurred, she breathed rapidly, and the hot air from her mouth continued to blow towards Baijiu's face.

"A detective is a hunter looking for the truth. Every clue is the footprint of the prey, and every detail hides the traces of the truth."

The sound of the liquor was tainted with alcohol, and a few burps occurred from time to time.

"When did you guess the truth?"

Vermouth seemed to be really drunk, and the ending of her voice was extremely long.

"I guessed it was right when I walked in. When I saw that one piece of food hadn't been touched, I figured it out."

Baijiu was carrying large and small bags in both hands, all of which were limited edition bags and high-end luxury cosmetics that Vermouth had just bought.

Baijiu drank two bottles of Baijiu and two baskets of beer in a row, and felt dizzy while walking on the street.

"But for Ms. Keiko, it can be regarded as another kind of reunion with her boyfriend."

Baijiu sighed as he looked at the stars in the sky.

“This is love.”

Suddenly, Vermouth tilted her head, moved under the corner of his mouth, and hugged the liquor with her burning arms.

Her face was rosy and slightly tipsy, her tender and tender red lips were half open, and under the soft and warm yellow light, she raised her eyes and looked into his gaze affectionately.

"Baijiu, what do you think love is?"

Vermouth's attitude made Baijiu a little confused.

"Well, although I have no experience in this area of ​​​​relationships, I have my own unique insights." Baijiu bit his thin lips and thought.

"Oh? Tell me about it. It's a good opportunity for me to see if your view on love is normal or not."

Vermouth grabbed Baijiu's arm tightly, leaving two handprints, as she felt sleepy and tried to keep herself steady.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, you're pinching me."

"Hahaha, sorry, I thought it was my arm."

Vermouth smiled embarrassedly, with her head resting on Baijiu's chest. Their hair was tangled together, their hot bodies were pressed against each other, their lips were close, and their eyes were moving.

Their breaths were intertwined, strong hormones emanating from them.

After going through untold hardships, they finally arrived at the hotel lobby.

"Love is love."

"Like means to like."

“They are definitely different.”

“Love is the process of liking someone and then loving them, so love is 0.”

"0? You mean, no matter how many times I do this, I'll always lose miserably in the end? Have you ever been hurt by a girl?"

Vermouth looked at Baijiu provocatively, smiled brightly, and her eyes narrowed into crescents.

“I told you I haven’t put it into practice yet.”

Baijiu looked at the double image of Vermouth and was confused.

"You also know ninjutsu, hahaha, Multiple Shadow Clones, teach me."

"You must be very experienced, Hollywood Ninja."

Baijiu was already unconscious and talking nonsense.

"No, no, no, haven't you heard that the prettier the girl, the less likely people are to pursue her, because everyone thinks she already has a partner."

"So what does love=0 mean?"

"Yes......"

But as soon as he finished speaking, sleepiness continued to surge into Baijiu's heart, and his eyelids could no longer withstand the strong sleepiness.

His heart was aching violently, Baijiu had a ferocious expression on his face, and he knelt on the ground, covering his chest.

"Buzz!"

It was as if there were flies in my head, ringing non-stop. At this moment, the liquor was more like a living dead.

My vision became increasingly darker, and I closed my eyes at the door of the hotel.

"White wine? White wine!"