Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Chianti complained dissatisfiedly: "Damn it!"

"I don't see that guy anywhere. There are so many mosquitoes here. They're biting me to death!"

"Has he already escaped from this island?"

Cohen searched every bush carefully: "I have the same feeling."

"We can't rule out this possibility." Keel agreed, "After all, it's only 1.2 kilometers from Umisaru Island to Yokosuka on the other side. It's a distance that can be covered by swimming."

“No.” Vermouth immediately denied Gil’s point of view and raised her chest: “If that’s the case, he wouldn’t have needed to cover up the traces of the fire.”

"If we think he is here, and we focus all our attention on this island and ignore the movements on the sea, he can buy time to swim away."

Kiel lowered the brim of his hat: "That's right."

"Then why didn't he do it?" Vodka asked innocently.

Gin was also willing to fight and be beaten. After Vodka asked him all the way, Gin was still patient: "Because he can't swim anymore."

"Why can't you swim?"

"Because he has used up all his energy just swimming to this island."

"What if he escapes?"

"Even if he is trying to buy time to escape at sea, our yacht is nearby to monitor the situation. No matter how hard the FBI struggles, he can never escape from our grasp!"

"Hehehe!" Vodka grinned: "You're right, you're worthy of being the big brother."

Mark hid in a room, breathing heavily one after another. He quietly watched everything outside the window through the glass.

“Mark, did you get all the things I just mentioned?”

"Got it...got it." Mark wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked around inside: "I found three sacks of coffee in the coffee shop on Umisaru Island."

"One of the bags still had coffee beans in it, and I dumped them out."

Mark put the bag aside and looked up into the distance: "Also, I got the tape and utility knife at the tourist service center next to the coffee shop."

"Mark, there should be straws in the coffee shop, take a few of them."

"Okay." Mark stood up and looked for them. "But what do you want me to do with these things?"

Okiya Subaru sighed: "I noticed that you seem to be a little out of shape recently. Have you forgotten all these things?"

"Of course it's to make you more integrated with nature."

"Oh! Sorry, what happened tonight caused my brain to crash a little bit." Mark apologized quickly: "I actually forgot all this information."

"By the way, Agent Mark." Conan raised his voice: "Can you tell me what else you have with you?"

Mark searched through all his pockets: "Nothing... nothing special."

"All I have is a waterproof portable flashlight, my FBI ID, a cell phone with a broken tracking function, and the earphones that come with the cell phone."

"Hey..." Mark touched his back and said, "Come to think of it, I still have the duckbill beret that Mr. Akai gave me before we set off."

"I thought I'd give it back to you later."

"Mr. Akai..." Conan turned his head: "Could this hat be..."

"Yeah." Okiya Subaru nodded silently: "Just like my knitted hat, it was invented by Dr. Agasa. Well done, Mark, this may become our trump card."

"You mean..." Mark looked down at the hat: "This thing?"

"Ding-ling-ling!" A bell rang outside the door.

Chianti and Vodka entered the coffee shop through the main door. Chianti looked around impatiently: "Really? How could that guy hide in such a conspicuous place?"

"This is just in case." Vodka said kindly: "Don't be angry..."

Mark reported quietly: "He...they came to the coffee shop."

"Yeah!" Okiya Subaru widened his eyes and stepped on the accelerator: "Have you prepared everything?"

"Yes, don't worry about that, Akai."

"Okay." Okiya Subaru clenched the steering wheel tightly: "Then you should leave that place as soon as possible. Camouflage uniforms are easier to spot indoors. I think you should be aware of this."

"Yes! Got it!"

"Speaking of which, Baijiu is really admirable." Vodka yawned, "He suddenly joined our conversation and gave us instructions."

"And he was right every time."

"Yeah." Chianti nodded. "Do you think everyone has the same IQ as you? Vodka."

"Tsk." Vodka said disdainfully: "No matter how smart you are, you are not as smart as Rum or Gin!"

"Rum?" Chianti stared at him with wide eyes. "You call me Brother Rum? And you've seen what Rum looks like?"

"It's just my imagination." Vodka snorted, "Aren't there many different stories about him?"

"What about big men, men who look like women, and old men wearing artificial eyes? But Brother Gin said that the artificial eyes are the only thing that is true."

"The rest are all false information he spread himself."

"So," Chianti concluded, "Gin has met Rum himself?"

"Of course." Vodka said proudly, "Big Brother also knows where others are and what they are doing."

"Then where is he? What is he doing?" Chianti asked, "I'm really curious about what the second-in-command of the organization usually does."

"I didn't ask about this in detail, but Brother Gin said——"

"He changed his face and used a name he made up."

Mark hid behind the counter and listened to everything silently, sorting out the clues that Vodka had just said in his mind: the name that he made up casually...

"Gaze!" Unexpectedly, he accidentally stepped on a coffee bean.

The sudden strange sound instantly caught the attention of both people, and the lights instantly shone towards the source of the sound.

"It's that guy!" Vodka raised his pistol high: "Don't even think about running away!"

He ran towards Mark with his thighs, but when he faced the corner, his body was too heavy and he failed to brake, and the friction from the coffee beans caused him to slip.

With a loud bang, Vodka fell flat on his face.

"What are you doing! You idiot!" Chianti was blocked by the huge monster of vodka, which gave Mark enough time to escape.

"Damn it!" Chianti hammered the wall, "I actually let that guy escape!"