Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

London, 10 a.m., heavy dark clouds hang over the city.

Vermouth disguised himself as Akai Tsutomu, wearing a British-style slasher hat, hunched over, limping on the streets of London, his shoes slightly torn and worn, looking very shabby.

With steady steps and holding the slightly torn pocket, he walked slowly towards the agreed place with Mary.

"Aba...Aba, money, hungry."

An ugly man with yellow teeth and a dark face full of pits, like the surface of the moon.

He sat on the ground, his two dim, sunken little eyes staring at the passers-by.

His blurred face was half hidden by his wild hair and unkempt beard, and he would occasionally grin madly and sob.

He pounded the ground with his rough hands holding the broken iron fist, lowered his head, and saliva flowed unconsciously from the corners of his mouth.

A breeze blew past the beggar. After a moment, the beggar half-closed his almond-shaped eyes and looked around with his peripheral vision.

She was a tall woman, holding a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.

She is half a head shorter than Vermouth, with short wavy golden hair and a tuft of spiral curls on her forehead.

The dark green pupils, eye folds under the eyes and the lower eyeliner are exactly the same as Akai Shuichi's.

The corners of her eyes are upturned, somewhat similar to Shirley's eyes.

As expected of a top agent, her 53-year-old age has not affected her skills at all. She walks without making any sound, as if she is floating on the ground.

"We're on the bridge, get ready."

Baijiu used ventriloquy to make sounds and spoke using a mobile headset.

Just last night, Vermouth taught me the unique skill of making white wine, step by step and mouth to mouth.

Vermouth pretended to have a disability and limped towards Vauxhall Bridge.

Mary rested her arms on the handrail of the bridge, sipped the hot coffee in the cup, and looked meaningfully at the turbulent river in the distance.

As if she heard her husband's familiar footsteps, she turned around eagerly.

She tilted her head and spoke in a lazy and relaxed tone.

"You're late, Wuwu."

In an instant, Vermouth stopped walking, slowly raised her head, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He stared at Sera Mari in front of him with indifferent eyes, half-opened his dry and cracked lips, his throat slid up and down, and spoke in a low and hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry, Mary, it's been so long since we last met."

"I can't remember where the old place we met is."

"It turned out to be at the Vauxhall Bridge railings in front of the SIS headquarters."

"I had totally forgotten it."

Akai Wuwu looked into the distance and sighed, lowered his head, shook his head, and a look of helplessness appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"How is it? Have you found the real murderer who killed Haneda Hiroshi?"

Mary glanced at him calmly, her voice cold but with a hint of gentleness.

"Not yet. I only know that it was done by a very large organization. They have been targeting me and now I can only run for my life. I was even accidentally involved in an accident a few days ago."

"Then why haven't you contacted me for more than ten years?" Mary asked calmly.

"I told you that before when we happened to meet on the street."

"When I was being chased by them, I suffered a serious head injury and lost my memory for a long time. I have been wandering the streets."

"Thanks to my reunion with you, I was able to regain my memory."

"So that I can return to MI1 in a year."

"By the way, did you bring your sons here?"

Mary hesitated for a while, slowly lowered her head, pulled her lower lip, and snorted coldly.

"No."

"I came here with my daughter."

"daughter?"

Akai Wuwu paused and looked at Mary in confusion.

Baijiu sensed something unusual from the headset, and walked slowly towards Vermouth barefoot. He took the bowl and sat beside the bridge pillar, silently observing the situation.

"It seems you haven't fully remembered yet. You hugged her before."

"profound."

"That child has grown up now." Akai Wuwu said with a smile.

Mary lowered her head, her hands trembling, her lips quivering slightly, two tear marks on her fair cheeks, and drops fell to the ground.

"What's the matter with you, Mary? Why are you crying?"

Seeing that Mary looked unhappy, Akai Wuwu immediately put away his smile, leaned towards Mary and asked softly.

The two panicked rough hands didn't know what to do, and at the same time they winked at the white wine beside them and gave instructions.

"stare!"

The coffee in Sera's hand fell to the ground. Before it hit the ground, she took out a Desert Eagle from her arms and aimed at Akai Tsutomu's forehead.

His expression revealed despair, sadness, and rage, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"When Wuwu and I separated! My daughter was still in my belly!!!"

"Who...are you!!!"

Mary choked up and said with a broken heart, her lower lip trembling slightly.

"Um!?"

Baijiu approached quietly from behind, took out a pistol and aimed at the back of Mary's head.

"It's you!?"

"Looking at your surprised expression, it can be regarded as a kind of affirmation of my acting skills." Baijiu's tone was blunt and full of sarcasm.

Before she could react, Akai Tsutomu slashed at her wrist with his palm.

The pistol instantly fell out of his hand and fell vertically to the ground. Akai Wuwu kicked the pistol into the surging river below, took out the pistol from his arms and aimed at Mary's forehead.

The poles are reversed.

"That's right, I am indeed not Akai Tsutomu."

The corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she switched to a normal voice. She took off her hat and mask, threw them into Hanoi, and smiled faintly.

She pulled out a tiny red and white pill from her bosom and held it between her two fingers.

"I'm here to take your life." Vermouth chuckled softly and looked at Mary with a playful look.

"I will use this pill to get rid of you and make you disappear from this world."

Vermouth stared at her with a cold gaze.

"MI6 spy, Sera Mary, oh no, I should call you Akai Mary."

"I finally caught you."

Vermouth let go of the burden that had been in her heart for many years, smiled relaxedly, and said with joy.

"You know, I've been planning to catch you for a long time. I've often been walking around this street with your husband's weathered face."

Vermouth lowered her eyes slightly, looked at her with contempt, and enjoyed Mary's miserable and helpless appearance.

"I understand now. You deliberately leaked your whereabouts to my colleagues in order to lure me to come all the way here."

"So as to confirm whether the person who appeared is Akai Tsutomu himself."

"In order not to arouse my suspicion, you spent three years creating that encounter and pretending to be him to get involved in the case."

Mary stared at her without blinking, her eyes full of determination.

"Yes, our goal is to get the dead Akai Tsutomu back to MI6, and the biggest obstacle now is this."

"It's his wife who suddenly disappeared, that's you."

Vermouth touched Mary's chin with her slender fingers and looked at her teasingly.

"Indeed, I am the only one who can immediately tell that the person in front of me is my husband, just like now."

"She is still a Thousand-Faced Witch who is good at disguise!!"

Mary stared at Vermouth ferociously.

"But I'm sorry to tell you that I've already told my daughter that if I don't go back by the time,

"Tell MI6 that the Akai Tsutomu you saw is an imposter and leave London immediately."

Vermouth smiled with her eyes curved, the corners of her mouth lifted up involuntarily, she tilted her head and spoke softly.

"Well, how about I just dress up as you and go back to see your daughter?"

Mary tilted her head and sneered.

"You're talking as if you know where my daughter is now. You don't even know I have a daughter, so how can you know where she is?"

"That's right. It seems that we can only find another time to infiltrate MI6." Vermouth said playfully.

"Well, now, I will complete another task first."

Baijiu grabbed Mary's wrist and held her firmly in place.

Vermouth grabbed Mary's short hair with her left hand, pried open her lips with her right hand, and put the medicine into her mouth.

"That is, get rid of Sera Mari!"

Mary's ferocious expression twitched, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably as if she had been electrocuted.

"If you were alive, you would cause us a lot of trouble."

"How was it? He was poisoned to death by the poison made by his own 'sister'."

“What kind of experience is that?”

Baijiu heard this and thought about it, looking at Mary meaningfully.

"what!!"

Mary screamed and fell into the rough river.