Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Judy?! Where are you?"

"Judy...?"

Mark became more and more panicked. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his heart and soaked his back. Waves of chills continued to come over him.

"mark!!"

Judy and Conan are galloping towards Mark.

She held Mark's arms with both hands, quickly checked his whole body up and down, and asked with a breath: "Are you okay?"

Mark asked innocently, "Why do you ask me like this?"

He took out a handkerchief, lifted Judy's bangs, gently wiped the sweat for her, touched her nose, and straightened the frame of her glasses.

"It was Amuro, who was a member of the organization, because I saw his car leaving the hospital parking lot!"

"Are you being tricked by him?!"

"Did you leak the confidential information to him?"

Mark swallowed and said hesitantly like a child who had made a mistake: "Yes... yes."

He smiled and said, "By the way, didn't you just say these words?"

"Eh?! You said just now."

Mark didn’t know if he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, so he spread his hands and said, “Yeah…because you just said the exact same thing.”

“What are you talking about!!?”

Judy rushed to Mark angrily, and the distance between them was very close.

She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and straightened his head: "Don't avoid my gaze! Look me in the eyes!"

Mark looked at Judy with a flushed face, smiled embarrassedly, and felt very guilty inside.

"I just left Xia Zi's ward!!"

"Where have I been till then!"

Mark carefully opened his hands and politely placed them on Judy's back: "Don't get excited Judy, I'm really... sorry..."

Outside the hospital, the fake Judy stood there with her legs apart, looking domineering and intimidating, and a white Mazda slowly stopped in front of her.

She adjusted her collar slightly, tugged at the hem of her skirt, opened the car door, moved her graceful hips, lifted her long legs, and stepped into the car.

Throwing a flattering glance at Baijiu, he pinched Baijiu's cheeks, kneading and caressing them: "What's wrong, are you jealous?"

Baijiu looked out the window, pretending to be indifferent, with his lips slightly pursed: "I just don't like that guy, it has nothing to do with you."

Judy smiled and took off the mask. The appearance of Vermouth appeared in Baijiu's sight: "And you still say you are not jealous."

"Your little mouth is almost pouting to the sky." Vermouth put the mask aside and played with Baijiu's lips.

She moved to the left, moved next to Baijiu, rested her white and slender fingers on his knees, and nestled her head against his neck.

Her hair stuck closely to the liquor, she held his hands tightly, and gazed at him lovingly.

It was as if it was deliberately presented to Bourbon, so that he could experience what it felt like to be a light bulb.

There are more strange revenges.

Her pink lips slightly opened, and she said in a gentle tone: "I deliberately kept a distance from him, and pinched it with these two fingers."

Baijiu had a big smile on his face and put his arm around Belmode's waist: "How could I be jealous? Can't you see what I mean?"

Vermouth smiled faintly and moved her lips closer to Baijiu's. The two held hands tightly and pressed their lips together, with a sizzling sound echoing in the car.

"Ahem!" Bourbon cleared his throat, rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically, "There's still a living person like me in the car. Let's kiss each other when we get home."

"If I don't warn you, who knows what will happen next."

Baijiu wiped Belmode's moist lips with a tissue: "Bourbon, I advise you to speak properly. Now I am your team leader, and we have to defeat the superior with the inferior."

"This is a big taboo in the workplace."

Baijiu leaned back, raised his proud long legs, and presented the list of team members to Bourbon.

【White Wine Group】

[Team leader: Liquor]

[Deputy Team Leader: Vermouth]

【Team member: Bourbon】

Bourbon took a deep breath and tilted his head: "No, just three people and a deputy team leader?"

Baijiu put the phone back into his arms: "Just a little joke."

"Our group advocates democracy, but the overall control is still in my hands."

"I still have the final say, understand?"

The liquor seems to be talking to Bourbon, but in fact it is attacking the target from a distance, hinting at Vermouth who is beside it.

“Yes, yes, team leader.” Just as Vermouth was about to move her legs off Baijiu, he grabbed them and held them firmly.

Baijiu said in a low and magnetic voice: "This also requires my order."

Bourbon waved his hand and cleared his throat: "Okay, stop it everyone, I have something else to say."

"By the way, Vermouth, I was worried that you wouldn't come, and I was feeling very nervous."

Belmode said coldly, hugging Baijiu's arm: "After all, I still have to have dinner with my partner tonight."

"Of course." Vermouth stretched out her finger.

"You won't take me with you, right? Because I disturbed your date?" Bourbon said with a smile.

"Not bad, you've learned how to answer questions quickly." Vermouth covered her mouth and laughed.

She tugged at the scarf in front of her collar and sighed, "One more thing, because it's not easy to buy a scarf with the same pattern as hers."

Bourbon asked, "I see. So, what was the result?"

Vermouth said calmly: "The man named Kusuda was exactly as you guessed before. He seemed to have committed suicide with a pistol."

When Baijiu heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt arose in his heart, and he felt a little shaken.

That is Shuichi Akai. Did this man really die from his sniper rifle?

Mark showed a shocked expression: "What?! She is Vermouth?!"

Judy leaned against the wall, her face full of speechlessness.

"Was the Judy I just saw Vermouth in disguise?!"

Conan nodded and asked, "Did Bourbon and the guy named Yi Yu ask you any questions?"

"The guy named Yi Yu didn't ask me any questions and acted like a layman."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief: "Where's Bourbon?"

"Bourbon did say that."

"But I didn't answer him at all." Mark wiped the sweat rolling down his cheeks: "Although he deliberately said that kind of information."

"I won't reveal it to a junior agent like me. I was planning to use provocation, but..."

Conan's face turned serious: "He said that on purpose!"

"To put pressure on you, so when your companion Judy shows up, you'll be relieved and no longer on guard."

"He just took advantage of this mentality!"

Conan had a look of disappointment on his face.

Judy interrupted Conan: "So, Vermouth knew that we would come to this hospital."

"So you're lying in wait here for an opportunity, right?"

Conan shook his lip: "Yes."

"That is to say, we followed the script designed by Bourbon exactly."

"Action."