Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The next day, Baijiu drove to Nanako's memorial service.

"We only received one 'anonymous' bouquet today," a staff member said to himself.

"Hello, excuse me, have any men named "Mizutani" and "Motoki" been here before?"

Baijiu got out of the car and ran to ask several staff members.

"I'm 'Edogawa', the person in charge of investigating this incident." Baijiu took out his press card from last time and put it away in a presentable manner.

After checking, the staff withdrew their suspicious expressions.

"You mean Mizutani? Mizutani came at dawn, but he left after leaving the bouquet."

"You're here so early? I didn't expect you'd be a step late. What a pity."

"What about Mr. Benshu?"

"He probably hasn't come yet. He usually comes here at this time of year to attend his sister's memorial service."

"Excuse me, does receiving only one bunch mean that you received many bunches in previous years?"

"Yes, there will be many people besides Mizutani to see you off."

"When? Do you know where it was sent from?"

The staff member recalled and returned to the room.

"I remember receiving four bouquets at the funeral two years ago, sent from Matsumoto City, Kawasaki, Numazu, and Kamakura."

"Last year I received three bouquets for the first anniversary. This time they were from Tokorozawa, Odazono, and Hachioji."

"All seven of them came from the victim's location."

"And when we saw Mizutani today, he said some very strange things."

"There are eight unforgivable people, and there is one left."

"It seems that it is him." Baijiu smiled meaningfully.

"Ding."

【Call from Vermouth】

[Hello? How is the investigation going? Do you know who the murderer is? - Vermouth]

[It is now clear that the criminal and the eighth victim will most likely be in Shiba Park at night, which is Tokyo Tower. - Baijiu]

[If I'm not mistaken, the culprit should be Mr. "Motoki" - Baijiu]

[Okay, your mission has been completed. Now just wait for my order tonight. - Vermouth]

Do you trust me so much? Baijiu was a little surprised.

[You are now heading to the "Red Rose Group" to steal the "top secret files" on the fifth floor with Bourbon - Vermouth]

I remember that the Red Rose Group was also the financial backer behind one of the people running for parliament. The top-secret document should be about a scandal like tax evasion.

[Looking forward to our second collaboration, white wine - Bourbon]

[Me too, Bourbon - White Wine]

Baijiu parked the car on the side of the road, put on a hat and mask to cover his face, and observed the building from the outside.

The street is busy with traffic and passers-by are walking on the street. Outside the door is a small door and a retractable door that requires facial recognition.

"I've already been there. I've learned about the building's internal structure. We can only enter through the main gate."

"Currently, senior executives of the Red Rose Group are attending a trade conference in New York."

"They deliberately transferred the "top secret files" to the branch here, using reverse thinking. Unfortunately, they still can't beat my ability to collect intelligence."

"I presume there won't be any security measures inside the building except for a small number of overtime workers."

Bourbon calmly analyzed and handed the gloves to Baijiu.

"You're still as reliable as ever, Bourbon."

"Since climbing over the wall doesn't work, then we can only..."

Liquor and bourbon smiled knowingly.

"I guess you think the same as I do." Baijiu stared at the two couriers who were delivering the goods to the door.

"We are still as tacitly connected as always." Bourbon chuckled.

They walked slowly towards the two couriers, each of them as light as a swallow.

After making sure that there was no one around, he stretched out his hands and chopped at their necks.

They put the couriers into the dense grass, put on their coats, got into the delivery trucks, and walked towards the gate.

"Drip drip."

Bourbon honked the car horn and shouted to the security monitoring room where about five security guards were sitting.

A fierce-looking man came out of the monitoring room and said impatiently while standing at the small door.

"Please put the express here. We have recently checked..."

Before he could finish his words, Bourbon pulled out a small tranquilizer gun from his pocket and shot the security guard in the forehead.

The security guard lost consciousness instantly and fell forward uncontrollably. The facial recognition was successfully verified and the small door opened.

Liquor and Bourbon saw the opportunity, lowered their hats, lowered their heads and walked forward, each grabbing the security guard's arms.

They carried the security guard into the gate and looked around.

"Hey! He seems to have fainted!" Baijiu anxiously waved his hand to the security guard inside.

"Hypoglycemia? Bring him in quickly!"

They hurriedly opened the door of the monitoring room, and Baijiu and Bourbon carried him to the sofa in the room.

Several security guards were frantically searching for sugary items, while white wine and bourbon started to move at the same time.

The wine table took a big step towards the middle of the two security guards, held their foreheads, rushed towards them, hit them in the abdomen with his fists, and finally knocked them out with his palms.

Bourbon's move was much simpler. He simply raised his palm and slashed at the two security guards, knocking them out easily.

They once again quickly changed into security uniforms, deleted all the surveillance footage that recorded them, and turned off the surveillance.

"I didn't expect you had the equipment "tranquilizer gun". You are well prepared," Baijiu joked.

"It can also be used for self-protection. It may be used at a critical moment." Bourbon smiled faintly.

Speaking of the "anesthesia gun", Baijiu fell into deep thought as to whether the sleeping Kogoro was knocked unconscious by Conan's anesthetic needle.

At the current level of human beings, except for ventriloquism, no one can speak with their mouth closed and in their sleep, Baijiu analyzed.

But why did Bourbon suddenly use the tranquilizer gun? Was he involved in a case by the god of death? Did he start to doubt Conan's "identity"?

Or has the truth about "Sleeping Kogoro" been discovered? Baijiu looked at Bourbon meaningfully.

"Did you conceive and make this anesthetic gun yourself? It looks so light and convenient." Baijiu asked.

"You're talking about this. My 'dead best friend' taught me how to make it." Bourbon's eyes dropped instantly, and his pupils dimmed.

"Sorry, sorry." Baijiu apologized quickly.

"It's okay. At least working with you makes me feel the same as working with my best friend again."

Bourbon once again showed a sunny smile on his face and looked up at the sky.

When I entered the building, I saw only a few scattered staff members running quickly in the building with documents in their hands.

Baijiu stammered and looked secretly into the office from behind. About half of the staff were working attentively inside.

Some were typing away at the keyboard while holding a piece of bread in their mouths, and some had dark circles under their eyes like pandas, forcing their eyelids to stay open.

The whole company was dead silent, and everyone's eyes were filled with resentment and helplessness.

"Don't they have a weekend off? And today is Chinese Valentine's Day. What a black-hearted company." Baijiu complained.

"We are going to the archive room on the fifth floor, but there is so much personnel flow that we can't sneak in," Bourbon analyzed.

"I have an idea! Do you smoke?" Baijiu asked.

"No smoking, what's wrong? Oh! I understand what you mean." Bourbon suddenly realized.

At this time, a company executive with a cigarette in his mouth was about to come out of the toilet. Bourbon and Liquor looked at him excitedly and knocked him out with a punch.

Drag the unfortunate guy to sit on the toilet lid, take out his lighter, and cover the entire lighter with the man's fingerprints.

Baijiu pressed the lighter and lit the pile of garbage. Then they quickly ran upstairs, repeating the same process floor by floor.

In less than a minute, they reached the fifth floor, lit the last trash can, and threw the lighter down.

Soon the entire corridor was filled with thick smoke and flames, and the flowers below were burning fiercely, making people feel suffocated and terrifying.

People came out of their offices and fled the building, even though fire extinguishers were placed on the walls in the corridor.

But they all pretended not to see it, perhaps because they were numb or because they hated the company so much that they hoped the fire would engulf them and walked out of the corridor at a leisurely pace.

The liquor and bourbon hit the door together and the office was successfully opened.

What is visible to the naked eye is definitely not the important content. After all, the black material must be hidden in a very secret place, Baijiu analyzed calmly.

Bourbon and Baijiu looked around, knocked on the wall and listened carefully, and came to the bookshelf at the same time, and suddenly they stopped at the same place.

"Sure enough, there is a secret door, only this one is hollow."

"Yes, I realized something was wrong when I saw the 'internal structure diagram'."

Just as Bourbon was carefully looking for the switch to open the secret door, Baijiu picked up a stool and smashed it towards the hollow bookshelf.

After a while, several cracks appeared in the wall, and the dim light inside was displayed in front of Baijiu.

"Sometimes the more primitive the method, the more effective~" Baijiu showed a sunny smile and gave a thumbs up.