Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Dong dong dong."

"Boom boom boom!"

"Um....?"

Baijiu woke up from the bed instantly, was silent for a moment, picked up the pistol from under the pillow, and fumbled for his cell phone.

He lowered his eyes, frowned, and looked at the phone screen.

"9:00"

【Missed call——Vermouth】

"Be....Belmaud!"

Baijiu put on his coat, ran hurriedly to the door, took a half step back to open the door, and looked up at Vermouth.

She stood outside the door with a bright smile on her face.

A fragrance hits you in the face, straight into the heart of the liquor.

"You're sleeping in again." Vermouth pressed her hair, which was blown by the wind on the road, by her ear with her fair fingers.

"Ahem...ahem."

Vermouth covered her mouth and coughed lightly, then walked to Baijiu's bed and sat down naturally.

"How cute, this little guy."

A smile appeared on her lips as she gently stroked the new dog, smoothing its soft fur.

"It's not the afternoon. I didn't set the ring tone for this reason."

"You didn't even tell me to pick you up."

Baijiu brought a cup of 70% hot Pu'er tea and handed it to Vermouth.

He pulled over a chair, leaned back, and quickly looked Vermouth up and down.

Vermouth took it with both hands, opened her cracked lips and drank it elegantly.

Baijiu's eyes moved, and he sighed helplessly and said.

"How did you get that scar on your head?"

"Why didn't you tell me if you were injured? What happened in Nagano?"

Baijiu stroked Vermouth's face with his hand, his eyes revealing heartache.

He lifted his bangs and observed the injury.

"Were you in a car accident? This wound looks like an impact—"

"Hey...."

After saying that, Baijiu rummaged through the cupboard, took out the medical kit without stopping, and bandaged her.

"It's okay, Baijiu, these minor scratches and bumps are normal for people of our status." Vermouth looked at him and said gently and calmly.

"Besides, I promised our commitment and chose the safest method." Vermouth said with a hint of meaning.

"The microprocessor will be kept with you for now."

"The informant betrayed again?"

Baijiu took it, as if he was used to it.

"Yes, but it's not that simple."

"Let's wait for this period of time to calm down before conducting the transaction."

"Did the Lord ask you to execute Cointreau alone?"

Baijiu glanced quickly at Vermouth, observing her reaction.

Vermouth just shook her head slightly and chuckled.

"Even if you really entrust me with this, you will definitely come."

Vermouth put her legs on Baijiu.

"Nonsense." Baijiu raised his eyebrows slightly and said arrogantly.

But his mind was not on the task. He was concentrating on using a Band-Aid to treat her wound.

"Don't grope me yet."

"So what exactly happened, you were in Nagano these few days."

"I encountered two organizations, one is the "Woodpecker Organization" and the other is the "One-Eyed Organization."

"According to their informants, everything points to Cointreau."

"And his target is the microprocessor." Vermouth said softly.

Baijiu was stunned for a moment, paused the cotton swab in his hand, and spoke doubtfully.

"Microprocessor? Isn't Cointreau's goal power? What does he mean by asking you for a processor?"

"Is this a frame-up? Besides champagne, who else in the top management is interested in high technology?"

Baijiu recalled the conversation he had with Champagne not long ago, and couldn't help but feel terrified when he thought about it.

"Maybe. I don't know the others very well."

“But Cointreau has had issues with Champagne, there’s no doubt about that.”

Vermouth said this deliberately with a determined expression.

“But it’s also possible that Cointreau did it on purpose, deliberately revealing its whereabouts so that Champagne could take the blame.”

Baijiu didn't understand what Vermouth meant. He bit his upper lip and analyzed it vigorously.

"Okay, my little injury is nothing."

Vermouth put his arm around Baijiu, took out his cell phone, and showed the location to Baijiu.

"Let's first go to the home of Bombay Sapphire, Cointreau's confidant, to investigate."

"Last night, he just transferred to Jäger's team and lost contact."

"See if we can find anything from his home."

"About the location and clues of Cointreau."

"I believe that you, the great detective, can do it." Vermouth playfully stroked Baijiu's mustache with his hand.

"Let's go. Let's get it done sooner rather than later while we're not busy." Baijiu was about to get up and take the car keys from the table next to him.

Vermouth held Baijiu's wrist and took out a car key from her arms.

"Drive my car. I entrusted my informant to give me one to prevent this Cointreau guy from doing anything shady."

Vermouth swung the car keys with her little finger.

Baijiu's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly raised his lips and smiled.

"Then I'll follow the Queen's advice." Baijiu said half-jokingly and took the car keys in his hand.

After getting in the car, Baijiu fastened his seat belt and turned his head to ask.

"You said the FBI is investigating you?"

"That's right, I don't know what's going on." Vermouth pursed her lips.

"Logically speaking, it's impossible for you to be exposed with your abilities." Baijiu curled his lips and frowned.

"Anyone in the upper echelons has any connection with the FBI, even if they have fought against each other."

"The only person who has ever come face to face with the FBI is Jägermeister."

"Now, the top executives of the International Joint Security Investigation Bureau are basically all members of the organization."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly and her tone became slightly longer and heavier.

"I asked Jäger right after I was attacked that day."

"Jager immediately asked about his undercover presence in the FBI."

"But they told me that there is no record of anyone coming to Neon, and most of them are operating in Europe and North America."

"But there was a team that went to Southeast Asia to investigate and lost contact. Jäger suspected it was their team."

"Because they are all a bunch of enthusiastic newcomers who have just joined the International Federation."

"They are focusing on investigating a woman named 'Pramya'."

When Baijiu heard what Vermouth said, he paused and immediately realized.

"Send me a picture of Pramya, they may have confused you."

As soon as Baijiu finished speaking, Vermouth handed Baijiu the photo of "Pramya", as if everything had been planned in advance.

"Here, I searched yesterday, but I don't think I look much like her."

Vermouth rested her head on her arms, looking out the window pretending to be indifferent, glancing at Baijiu from time to time, observing his reaction.

Who is prettier, she or Pramya?

Baijiu took advantage of the red light to grab Vermouth's cell phone.

She is tall and has long wavy blonde hair.

Leave longer wavy bangs on both sides of the forehead and tie your hair into a low ponytail or bun.

"Are you sure the eyesight of those people who are tracking you is normal?" Baijiu showed a look of disgust.

"There's such a huge difference between this and you. My temperament can't even match yours." Baijiu kept comparing and handed the phone to Vermouth.

"If I were to tell you the truth on the street, I wouldn't even want to look at myself."

A relieved smile slowly appeared on Vermouth's lips.

Although it sounds exaggerated and fake, sometimes girls just like to take advantage of condoms.

It turns out that everyone loves the feeling of being praised.

Baijiu had long seen through Vermouth's little thoughts.

"The organization's firm foothold in Europe was only supported by Jägermeister."

"Later, due to my outstanding abilities, I was promoted to Neon by the organization and elected as a senior executive."

"Also, there are conflicts between Jägermeister and Cointreau," Vermouth added.

"This guy doesn't know how to deal with people." Baijiu complained.

"Let's first ask Jun Du's confidants what they say. I can't confirm that it was Jun Du who did it."

After hearing this, Vermouth's expression suddenly tensed up. After a moment's silence, she put her hand on Baijiu's shoulder and spoke softly.

"Don't think too much about it. It can basically be concluded that it was all done by Cointreau."

All of Vermouth's actions and words were hinting to him not to think about it any further; they were all intentional.

Because the water behind is too deep.

But at this time, Baijiu did not listen to Vermouth's advice.

Thousands of possibilities are emerging in my mind.

Thinking about the real mastermind behind the attack on Vermouth.

Does this also require a choice among three? The top management must choose one among three.

Could it be that the microprocessor caused...

"Why is it so congested? Why are there so many people gathered there?"

Seeing Baijiu in deep thought, Vermouth interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey! That seems to be the home of Bombay Sapphire." Baijiu looked at the navigation and compared it.

"What?! There shouldn't be any accidents."

Baijiu looked at the police cars and ambulances parked on the side of the road, his heart trembled, and he smelled the scent of a crime.

Baijiu parked the car on the side of the road, unbuckled his seat belt, and ran over there with Vermouth.

"I borrowed it, thank you."

Baijiu stretched out his palm and cut a "safe passage".

Baijiu and Vermouth came to the cordon and looked into the alley.

The scene was extremely creepy, and a foul smell filled the air.

Baijiu hurriedly smelled the fragrance of Vermouth beside him to cover up the stench.

"That...that's Bombay Sapphire." Vermouth pointed at the man's head.

Because sapphires look very unique, just like aliens.

So you can see it at a glance.

His body was seen being decomposed.

Hidden in 5 different oil barrels.

Judging from the degree of decay, it has been at least two days.

Baijiu frowned and vaguely saw something on the forehead of the corpse.

The number "9".

"Please evacuate as soon as possible." The police were holding up a loudspeaker to evacuate the crowd.

Does this mean anything?

Baijiu bit his lip in deep thought.

Now that the clues are broken, how can we find out the location of Jundu?

Baijiu thought and looked around.

"Where was Cointreau last seen?" Baijiu inquired.

“I don’t know, only his confidants know.” Vermouth pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Don't worry, I will definitely catch the real mastermind behind this."

Baijiu said with a serious expression.

"I will keep you safe no matter what."

Baijiu pinched Vermouth's shoulder.

Vermouth smiled indifferently and just pinched Baijiu's face in response.

"But with it, I still feel confident."

Vermouth shook the bracelet on her wrist.

"But don't think too much about it. Sometimes people tend to think in reverse. Let's find Cointreau first."

Vermouth lowered her head and pursed her lips, gently twisting her fingers in front of her body.

There was a hint of regret and anxiety in his eyes. He shouldn't have looked for liquor without finding any clues about Cointreau.

"You mean reverse?"

Baijiu suddenly realized something, turned his head, stared at the bridge hole not far away, and suddenly realized something.

"Wait, isn't that....Rafi's house?"

"Maybe Rafi witnessed something that night."

Vermouth was about to say something.

Suddenly, Baijiu noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a short man nearby who was taking pictures of them with his cell phone.

"Click."

It's the shutter sound.

They all turned their heads and saw the man running away in a hurry.

"catch him!!"

Baijiu threw the car keys to Vermouth, then walked through the crowded crowd, stretching his finger forward to hook him.

But the crowd left at this time, blocking the sight of Baijiu.

He half-crouched and squeezed out a path, when the liquor saw the light of day again.

"squeak!"

The man sped out on his motorcycle.

"Damn it! It was so close!! If only I could shoot!"

Baijiu supported himself on his knees and breathed heavily.

"What's the matter, sir? Have you encountered a thief?"

"No, I just saw my rebellious son sneaking out to surf the Internet again."

Baijiu is talking nonsense in a serious manner.

"Get in the car quickly."

Vermouth stared firmly ahead as the vehicle slowly moved forward.

Baijiu smiled with satisfaction when he saw this, took a running start, and passed through the car window and landed perfectly in the passenger seat.

Everyone was shocked.

"Are you...a secret agent?"