Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Did Suzuki Jirokichi send you an invitation?"

Vermouth was holding a small mirror, applying lipstick, and pursing her thin lips.

"It's not like you're meeting a stranger. We're old colleagues, but you're still wearing makeup."

She rolled her eyes: "Don't mind your own business with beautiful women."

"I just thought you were tired from applying so much powder and stuff."

“How about I melt it for you and then let you feel it?” Vermouth’s mouth corners couldn’t help but rise, and she turned her head to look at him.

"You look pretty good in women's clothes. You're addicted to vodka. Cohen is a man of character."

"Did Kiel also send it to you that time?" Baijiu raised his neck slightly.

Why does Kiel send it to everyone?

"No, she showed it to me when we were doing it before."

"That's it..."

"That's getting off topic." Baijiu put his fist to his lips, cleared his throat, and poked Vermouth's limp arm.

"Are you going? Don't miss this opportunity."

She smiled faintly: "The premise is that there must be an opportunity."

"Click." Baijiu pulled the handbrake: "Which floor is Cohen on?"

"Four-zero-seven."

She put on sunglasses, walked with her long legs, put her toes on the ground, pushed open the car door, and looked very cool.

Baijiu hid the gun in his arms, and the two of them entered the hospital.

"squeak."

Five minutes later, four red Aston Martins parked in the parking lot and their doors slowly rose up.

A group of mysterious people wearing white masks looked towards the hospital.

"Follow my instructions and be ready to act at any time."

"This operation is the most important part, and no mistakes are allowed."

The mysterious man wearing an orange mask gave orders in an orderly manner into the intercom.

"Don't worry, brother. Our plan is so thorough, how could we fail?"

"Ah!!" He fell to the ground, holding his stomach.

"Don't forget, we are facing the famous Gin Team of the organization this time. Their strength should not be underestimated."

"Especially Gin and the new member."

"Aqiu." Baijiu rushed to the side and sneezed.

Vermouth took out a few tissues from her pocket and handed them to Baijiu, "Dong Dong." She knocked on the door with her knuckles.

"Come in." A hoarse male voice came from inside the room.

He wiped his nose with Baijiu, but found a few drops of black blood on the tissue and the ground again.

What is this going on...

"What are you staring at? Come in quickly."

"Ah, yes."

Baijiu quickly rolled the ball into a ball, wiped the bloodstains on the floor with his toes, and threw it into the trash can.

The ward was very spacious, the environment was clean and sanitary, and despite the presence of the skunk vodka, the air still exuded the smell of aromatherapy.

Cohen's chest was wrapped in bandages, and two nutrition bags were hung above the bed. He looked like he had almost recovered.

"You look a little tired. Didn't you get enough rest last night?" Gin asked disdainfully, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's not like you to be late."

Gin let out two long puffs of smoke from his nostrils, which gradually moved towards Baijiu: "I told you before, don't delay your work."

He stared at Baijiu fiercely: "In view of your excellent performance yesterday, I will not care about it for the time being."

"Besides, you have some idea in your mind, Vermouth."

She didn't take it seriously and smiled faintly.

Chianti sat not far away, with his head lowered and his eyes slightly closed, not saying a word, just listening silently.

In stark contrast to his usual impatient and lively behavior, he was unusually quiet, with his eyes flashing with more envy.

Gin flicked the cigarette butt with his fingers. Seeing this, Vodka hurriedly picked up the ashtray on the table with both hands.

He knelt on his knees on the smooth floor and threw himself forward to catch the scattered ashes.

"What kind of embarrassment are you trying to come up with? Vodka."

Gin narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stared at him angrily.

"Brother, I paid for this room..." He took out a crumpled contract from his pocket and unfolded it slowly.

"You... you see, it clearly states that you must keep the room clean. If it is dirty, you will have to pay five times the room rate."

"If it falls on the floor, just sweep it up. Besides, they are talking about dirtiness. Are you...?"

"Forget it, I won't explain it to you idiot."

Chianti put on a numb expression.

"Hey! That makes sense!" Vodka smiled like a child and looked at them all with a wise expression.

"Besides, it's not you who is responsible for paying the room fee. In the end, it was Brother Gin who reimbursed you."

Chianti rolled his eyes: "You are not short of money, don't act like a loser."

Vodka said "Oh", dusted himself off, and said seriously: "I'm saving money to buy a house in Tokyo now. You know the house price."

I want to give Kiel a happy and warm home.

Vodka lowered his eyes and smiled happily.

"What, Sabi." Cohen said dully.

Baijiu picked up Cohen's medical examination form and looked at it, muttering softly: "So... the main injury is burns, and there is nothing serious in his body."

"Gin, everyone is here."

Vermouth finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I think it would be safer to discuss who attacked yesterday."

Chianti stood up slowly, chewing bubble gum, "By the way, Gin, about Budweiser's death."

"Does the senior management and "that gentleman" have anything to add?"

"No, even if one Budweiser dies, countless more Budweisers can be created. In the final analysis, we are just pawns."

"Let's track down the enemy who attacked. Of course, even if they don't tell me, I will investigate."

"After all, their provocative behavior really angered me."

Gin said calmly, his tone was chilling.

Baijiu asked: "Then...do you have any clues about the person wearing the mask?"

Gin said: "So far, no relevant personnel have been found."

Baijiu then asked, "Have the people around Champagne and Rum investigated?"

Gin snorted coldly: "Of course, but they all have sufficient alibis."

"But I feel like this is more of a trap set by those wearing masks."

"I have asked Kiel to start investigating."

"Baijiu, you too."

"Yes!"

"Cohen, tell me what happened yesterday."

Gin said calmly, holding his hands in his pockets.

"Yesterday, I—"

"Shh!"

Gin, Vermouth and Baijiu stood up at the same time, motioned for him to shut up, and stared outside the door with serious expressions.

After a pause, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong."

"who?"

Gin took out a pistol from his arms and slowly walked towards the door.

"Hello, do you need to change the IV bottle?"

"No, I'll find you when I need to change."

"Okay, excuse me."

The nurse turned her back and took out the intercom from her bosom, revealing a sinister expression: "We've already gone in, and the micro-bomb has been placed in the door handle. When will the operation begin?"

"Don't be anxious, just wait a moment."

"Our purpose this time is simple."

"It's to lure the snake out of its hole and not do anything unplanned."

"Especially you, you did it yesterday."

"Two unplanned things."

Orange Mask tapped White Mask's shoulder.

"Asaka."

"Don't worry." Asaka smiled faintly.

"I will take it back no matter what."

"I'll deal with this mess I created myself."