Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Do you have any clues about the serial locked room murders?" Vermouth asked Baijiu while combing her hair, "Have you guessed who the murderer is?"

"I'll need your help from his house later."

Baijiu put his fist under his chin and stared at the phone screen in deep thought: "I'm trying to sort out the clues, because this... case is indeed a bit complicated."

"Complicated?" Vermouth pursed her lips and said, "Tell me about it. I'll see if my casual words can give you some clues."

"Okay." Baijiu sipped the hot water on the table. "First, the first murder happened 20 days ago. The first person to find the body was a new anchor."

"I think Keel should be very familiar with her. You should have seen her before. When you were on Hachijo Island, I saw you staying in her live broadcast room for a while."

“You mean…” Vermouth narrowed her eyes and recalled: “It’s Miss Ayako who often uses a pink microphone for interviews.”

"Yes! It's her. She has a dark complexion, just like Bourbon."

Baijiu continued, "She is the host of tonight's special program. She will probably be visiting Kudo's home later. According to investigations, the victim is her good friend."

"She works in a clothing store. Her name is Sheng Tian. She is 24 years old and a woman."

Baijiu scrolled down the screen: "I browsed the social platform again and asked around. It was said that the body was found on that day."

"Ms. Ayako received a message from Ms. Morita asking for help, and she immediately rushed to Ms. Morita's apartment, but no matter how many times she rang the doorbell, no one opened the door."

"Since the door was locked, she went to the administrator to explain the situation and asked him to help open the door."

"Secret room..." Vermouth stopped working on her eyebrow pencil and asked, "Did she ever give the spare key to the room to anyone else?"

"I also thought of this the first time. Later, I went there to inquire and found out that Miss Ayako had the spare key for the gate."

"But the so-called secret room is not the entire room."

Baijiu opened the photo album and scrolled down. Then he took out a pencil and drew on the white paper: "It's the bathroom where the body is."

He held up the paper, and the crime scene appeared vividly in front of Vermouth, just like a photo: "The deceased was pushed down by someone, and the back of his head hit the sink hard and died."

"And the point why it's called a secret room is." Baijiu took a deep breath.

"The bathroom door is locked. The lock can only be locked from the inside. If you look closely, it's the kind of door lock that can be locked by just turning the knob sideways."

"Hmm?" Baijiu patted Belmode's soft shoulders: "Did you find anything unusual? Why are you ignoring me?"

“Nothing.” Vermouth showed an intriguing smile: “I was just shocked by your painting skills. Looking at the entire organization, it is difficult to find someone who can rely on short memories.”

"The person who painted the scene exactly the same." Vermouth touched her nose, turned her head and looked at Baijiu: "It seems that I have an all-round boyfriend."

Baijiu smiled foolishly and touched his head embarrassedly. Suddenly, he realized and showed a shocked expression: "How do you know that my painting is exactly the same as the scene?"

Vermouth shrugged: "Have you forgotten that I have an informant in the Metropolitan Police Department?"

She pinched Baijiu's cheek and said, "I didn't remind you to investigate the clues, not because I forgot, but because I have ready-made clues here."

Baijiu showed a mysterious smile: "I remember every word you said, even if it was an unintentional word, I remember it in my mind, let alone this."

"Oh?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows and raised her thighs.

Baijiu placed his slender fingers on Vermouth's chin and said in a low voice, "Don't you like to play cards out of the ordinary?"

"It's more reassuring to return to the scene." Baijiu folded his arms, "After all, the people we have to face in this operation are the IQ ceiling of all Neon."

Baijiu looked at the time and changed the subject. He naturally took out the phone from Vermouth's waist, opened her photo album with trust, and scrolled down. Sure enough, he found the crime scene picture.

"However, the crime scene was messier than I thought. Everything in the cabinets on the wall had been turned over, and there were bags of lotion, hair dryers, and toothbrushes on the floor."

"There are also cosmetics, hairpins, cleaning brushes, etc...."

"When the police broke the door, the things on the ground were probably pushed aside by the door."

"Hmm." Vermouth nodded gently.

"Okay, next is the second victim." Baijiu bit his hand subconsciously: "He was killed in his own apartment. His name is Tai Er, he is 31 years old and a freelancer."

"Don't bite your hand." Vermouth glared at him and moved his fingers aside.

"I know... Don't look at me like that..." Baijiu showed a pitiful look: "To put it nicely, this guy is a freelancer."

"To put it bluntly, I have to stay at home every day and rely on my parents' pension to live."

“He’s really a parasite.” Vermouth complained: “Swipe right, that’s his photo of the crime scene.”

"The body was found in the entrance of the house."

"My mother is here..." Baijiu could smell a foul smell through the photo and couldn't help pinching his nose with his hand: "The room is really messy..."

"I can't even tell where the entrance is and where the inside is. There's garbage everywhere. If rats come, I'll have to write a story about the Peach Blossom Spring before I can go back."

"Yeah, I wanted to eat some fruit, but now I have lost my appetite." Vermouth sighed, "There are things all over the floor inside the door of this scene."

There were plastic bags from convenience stores, leftover beverage bottles, noodle residues from cups, disposable chopsticks, etc. on the ground.

"Hey, that's weird." Baijiu frowned. "The next photo in the entrance photo is of this person's room. It looks like it has been cleaned up."

"Although the table is full of leftover instant noodle boxes and the floor is full of garbage bags, the action figures and game software on the cabinet are neatly arranged."

"Let me take a look." Vermouth stood up from her chair, and a fragrance came to her face. She sat next to Baijiu, with thin strands of hair hanging beside his ears.

The hot air from Belmode's mouth blew on his face, and a cool feeling suddenly appeared on the back of Baijiu's hand: "Why are your hands so cold?"

"If it wasn't cold, why would I come to you?" Vermouth raised the corner of her mouth, and a bad thought flooded into her mind.

When Baijiu came to his senses, it was too late. Belmode's two cold hands reached into Baijiu's arms, and a chill ran through his heart, making him feel like he was flying...