Refuse to allow Conan to join the main storyline

In the bathroom of the luxurious business suite of the Mihua Hotel, Vermouth was leisurely soaking in the bathtub reading a magazine when she suddenly heard a knock at the door and a man's voice said loudly, "Hello, room service."

Room service at the middle of the night?

Vermouth smiled.

She put the magazine down, stood up leisurely, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and went out to open the door.

When the male waiter waiting at the door suddenly saw the picture of the beautiful Bei coming out of the bath, looking wet, erotic and exciting, he was stunned for a moment and his face turned red instantly.

He turned his eyes away, glanced at Belmode evasively, and stammered, "Ms. Winyard, the dinner and red wine you ordered have arrived."

Vermouth's eyes swept across the man's face, but didn't find any flaws.

He looked down at the things on the dining car again.

I don't know what's under the round lid, and as for the bottle of red wine...

Vermouth reached out and picked up the bottle of wine in the ice bucket and took a look at the label on it.

It was a bottle of Paddock, a top-notch Merlot brand.

Vermouth curled the corners of her mouth slightly, moved forward without saying a word, and made room for the door.

The male waiter, who had been secretly looking at Vermouth, pushed the cart in and parked it next to the table with an excited and nervous look on his face.

He quickly scanned the room, and perhaps because he didn't see anyone else, he showed a slightly puzzled expression.

But he quickly retracted his gaze, and attentively placed the dinner plate neatly on the table, put down a set of tableware and two wine glasses, turned around and asked, "Do you need help opening the red wine?"

Vermouth handed over the bottle in her hand without saying a word.

While the waiter was concentrating on opening the red wine and Vermouth was concentrating on observing the waiter, neither of them noticed that a furry black shadow slipped out from under the dining cart and went under the sofa.

The man uncorked the bottle skillfully, then bowed slightly to her and said, "Enjoy your meal."

After saying that, he stood there without moving.

Vermouth looked at the man's expectant expression, raised her eyebrows, and picked up a piece of change thrown on the TV cabinet and handed it to him.

The man took the tip with a smile, bowed again, and left with the cart.

"Enjoy your meal and good night."

Then he turned and left.

It’s fine if you just put on a whole show, but you really left?

Vermouth was originally waiting for this man to turn around and show her a face-tearing performance, but after waiting for a long time, she heard the sound of the elevator door opening in the distance, the cart was pushed into the elevator, and the elevator closed again.

Really gone...

This person is not Mello in disguise, but a real waiter?

What about the Merlots?

Vermouth closed the door with doubt in her heart, thought for a while, and prepared to check if there were any clues on the food and wine that were delivered.

As soon as she turned around, she saw a figure rushing towards her.

Vermouth was suddenly startled and stepped back subconsciously, while reaching for the pocket Browning pistol tied to the outside of her thigh.

However, before she could complete the action, the man rushed over and hugged her, shouting, "Surprise, Sister Sharon!"

Vermouth was stunned.

She looked at the person who jumped on her and pushed him away with her hand: "What did you call me?"

"Hehe, Sister Sharon."

Vermouth looked at the smiling Koizumi in front of her and sighed helplessly: "You've remembered it?"

"Well, partly."

Koizumi winked at Vermouth: "It's still about you, Sister Sharon."

Vermouth reached out and poked her forehead: "I don't like this name, change it."

Koizumi rolled his eyes and said, "So, Chris?"

Vermouth smiled: "You already know? You are well-informed."

"Haha, being both a mother and a daughter, what a joke, Sister Bei, you can come up with such an idea."

Koizumi joked, "Who is the father then?"

Vermouth sneered: "Maybe it's gin?"

"Hey, sister Bay, aren't you going to change your code name? Martini?"

Vermouth ignored Koizumi's teasing, walked to the dining table, lifted the round lid and took a look. There was a serving of cream baked rice underneath.

"For yourself?"

"Ah."

Koizumi sat down at the table very familiarly, picked up the fork and started eating directly: "I'm not going to be polite with you. I bought another bento for Vodka tonight. This idiot doesn't know how to change it up. It's always the same two kinds. I'm really tired of it. I don't know how Gin can tolerate him. It's too difficult!"

Seeing her complaining with a pursed mouth so familiarly, Vermouth smiled: "Take your time to eat, I'll go change my clothes."

"Okay. Actually, if you want to continue taking a bath, that's fine. I'll come find you later."

Vermouth laughed: "How old are you and you still want to take a bath with me?"

"Yeah, that's right. The hotel's bathtub is too small after all. Let's go to the hot spring together if we have a chance."

"Don't talk if you have something in your mouth. Really, you can't learn anything good if you mix it with Gin."

"Hey, Sister Bayonetta, you really misunderstood Gin. Except when assigning tasks, he usually doesn't talk at all."

"Really? But I'm really surprised. I just sent him an email asking him to let you out and you came. I thought I had to wait two more days."

Koizumi raised his eyebrows slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that the relationship between Gin and Vermouth is not just one in which they can joke around, but they can even reach a level of mutual trust and cooperation?

This is new information.

This thought flashed through Koizumi's mind, and he continued, "It just so happens that I can find an excuse for the action today. I'm afraid I won't have the chance in two days."

When Vermouth came out of the bathroom again, she had changed into a long-sleeved casual dress. Her long, soft, golden wavy hair was simply tied up behind her head, making her look casual and lazy.

The moment she raised her hand to fix her hair and her long sleeves slipped down, Koizumi keenly noticed a light purple bruise on the inside of her right forearm.

Vermouth skillfully opened the bottle of red wine, poured herself a glass, and sat opposite Koizumi looking at her.

"Are there any actions today?"

"Well, Rum wanted to take over my security company, and he confronted the police who were undercover there."

Koizumi did not hide anything from her and briefly introduced the unexpected situation after the New Year to her while eating.

Vermouth listened quietly, chuckled and sighed: "It seems that you and Gin get along well?"

Koizumi paused for a moment, dropped her fork to wipe her mouth, and pulled open her collar to show the purple marks on her neck that had not yet faded: "Well, not bad."

The leisurely smile on Vermouth's face suddenly disappeared.

She quickly stood up and walked over to check the finger marks, then reached out to touch the scratches on Koizumi's face and the scabs around his mouth. She narrowed her eyes slightly and her tone became dangerous: "He forced you?"

Seeing Vermouth's reaction, Koizumi squinted his eyes and smiled.

She made a pistol gesture, poked Vermouth in the abdomen, and winked: "He didn't get any benefits either."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment and then laughed: "Who are you performing for?"

"Well, otherwise I really can't get the job done."

After hearing her words, Vermouth retreated to her seat and was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Are you unwilling? Gin is already the best choice."

Koizumi nodded without hesitation: "Well, I don't want to."

Without waiting for Vermouth to say anything else, she immediately added: "I promised Gin that I would give him a gift, and I think you, Bayonetta, might want it too."

Then he kept silent and waited for Vermouth's reaction.

Vermouth stared at her expressionlessly for a moment, then picked up the red wine glass, left the table and sat on the sofa.

Koizumi followed her and sat down next to her, smiling and asking, "Why do you have the same reaction as Gin? Don't you even ask what the gift is?"

Vermouth glanced at her, curled her red lips and sneered: "What else can you do to make Gin cooperate with you in this kind of drama? You are really brave. Is it because your memory has not been fully restored yet?"

She reached out and picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table.

Koizumi immediately took up the lighter and helped her light the cigarette.

Vermouth looked at her, her eyes full of thought: "... Gin actually believed you?"

Koizumi laughed and said, "He really didn't believe it at first."

Vermouth stared at her for a long time, then smiled and shook her head: "It seems that Gin is really interested in you. He is willing to play with you in this matter."

"Hey, why can't this be recognition of my ability?"

Vermouth sneered: "You are so good at hiding and sneaking into my room? I am really curious about how you did it. You really scared me just now."

Koizumi chuckled and said, "More than that."

"Plus your extraordinary physical fitness and recovery ability?"

Koizumi continued to smile and said, "Anything else?"

"……besides?"

Vermouth stopped smiling and became serious: "What other abilities have you evolved?"