Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

But did Vermouth do this on purpose? Doesn’t she have a special relationship with “that adult”? Why did she deliberately expose it to me?

Baijiu muttered to himself.

Baijiu was puzzled and looked at Vermouth in confusion, biting his fingers unconsciously as he thought.

"It's not good to bite your hand~ Are you thinking about something?"

Vermouth gently moved Baijiu's hand away and said something with a hint of meaning.

At this time, the radio station happened to report a new news.

【Kaito Kid announced that he will set his sights on the London Museum, and plans to hold it the night after tomorrow.】

[Citizens are looking forward to Kidd's arrival and are expressing their opinions on the approach he will take online.]

"Kid is taking action again. This guy is really busy."

Baijiu changed the topic with a very natural expression.

"We're here. Please wait here. Baijiu, I'll give them the room card."

Vermouth opened the car door and walked out on the flat ground with the temperament of a red carpet, her powerful aura suppressing the guests around her.

The man in black dragged the luggage and followed her like a younger brother.

After Vermouth handed them the room card, she turned to Baijiu and looked down at the time.

"The time should be just right. This place is not too far from her home." Vermouth said in a low voice.

"What room did you book? Vermouth, I see there is only one card."

"What? You want to live in a king-size room with me." Vermouth answered Baijiu jokingly.

"Then it looks like this is the luxurious presidential suite." Baijiu said calmly, resting his arms behind his head.

They walked downstairs to the luxurious residential area, only to find police lights flashing and a fence surrounding the bottom of the building.

Medical staff are carrying a female body into an ambulance.

They quickened their pace, and Vermouth showed an uneasy expression.

With her star aura and money, Vermouth pushed through the cordon and walked in, quickly walking up the stairs to Kayla's room.

Kira collapsed to the ground with lifeless eyes, trembling in fear, her mouth twitching unconsciously.

"Kayla! Are you okay?"

Vermouth's heart suddenly fell, and she hugged Kayla in ecstasy, stroking and comforting her with her hands.

Baijiu arrived at the crime scene and found a sumptuous meal on the table, with thick steak, fruit salad, and seafood placed symmetrically on both sides.

The only difference was that there was an ashtray opposite, making it seem like the person having dinner was a male.

"Please step aside and do not interfere with the police work," said a British police officer in a standard London accent.

"Keiko...why did she die..." Kaila cried bitterly.

"You said that was Huizi? How could this happen? Who killed her?" Vermouth's expression suddenly changed, and she spoke calmly in a low voice.

"I don't know... When I came back from the supermarket to buy some drinks, I found her door open, so I came in to check out out of curiosity."

“I didn’t expect…”

Vermouth held Kayla's head in her arms, patting her gently to comfort her.

"Officer, the deceased is also my friend. This handsome guy is quite good at solving cases. I think he may be able to help you."

Vermouth looked at the police officer sincerely, her tone very polite.

"Okay, but I have a condition. You have to give me five autographed photos."

"Okay, I promise you." Vermouth winked at Baijiu.

Baijiu understood what Vermouth meant, and even though she and Keiko didn't know each other, out of friendship, she entrusted Baijiu to investigate the matter.

He put on disposable shoe covers and gloves and walked in, asking the British version of Takagi who was standing straight beside him.

"What was the cause of death?"

Baijiu stood up and looked at the photo on the table. It was a photo of a middle-aged man about 30 years old while climbing a mountain.

There were two full red wine glasses on the table, and what puzzled Baijiu was that the food on one side showed no signs of having been touched at all.

"The victim's head was hit with a heavy object, causing a dent in her skull. The murder weapon was a copper ornament placed in her room."

"Did you hear any noise before the incident? Like talking or arguing?"

Vermouth helped Kayla up, put on disposable shoe covers, walked to the crime scene, and comforted her in a gentle voice.

His palms kept caressing her to calm her down. After all, this is the true reaction of ordinary people when they see a murder. (@柯南)

"I remember when I was leaving home, I heard Huizi saying this from inside the house."

"Then you must take me with you next time. It's a pity that you are the only one enjoying such a beautiful view."

"Such good meat seems to be a little overcooked."

"I thought it was her boyfriend who she hadn't seen for a long time and finally came back. After all, I ran into her when I bought steak this afternoon."

"She said today is a special day and her boyfriend is coming home today."

"I was thinking how happy I was, but I didn't expect...when I came back, Huizi...she would..."

"The murderer must be her boyfriend." Vermouth raised her eyes and said.

"Not necessarily, because we only detected Ms. Keiko's fingerprints, and no signs of wiping." The police officer said in a low voice.

Baijiu's bright almond-shaped eyes looked at Vermouth.

"How long has she been dating her boyfriend?" Vermouth immediately understood what Baijiu meant and continued to extract information from her.

"It seems that they started dating half a year ago, but her boyfriend seems to be too busy. It seems that he only comes on the 25th of every month."

"And every morning on the 25th, Huizi would become very happy, but I had never seen his name or what he looked like, and I had never even heard his voice."

After hearing this, Baijiu smiled as if the truth had been revealed. He put his hands in his pockets, leaned on one leg against the window, looking cool and confident.

"Speaking of this, we just asked her childhood friends and family, and they knew nothing about her recent boyfriend."

"Have you ever dated before?" Vermouth asked.

The police officer stood there in a daze, smiling sheepishly.

"Go and ask!" the British police officer reprimanded him harshly.

"Officer Jack! This is the witness at the time of the crime, Mr. Lewis."

"Hello, sir. Just now when I was passing by here, I suddenly saw Ms. Keiko's boyfriend running out of the door in a panic, rolling and crawling."

"How do you know he is Huizi's boyfriend?" Baijiu stared at the man seriously, observing his every move.

"I remember it was on the 25th of last month. There was a fire nearby. My apartment was just across from Ms. Keiko."

"I happened to see it at that time. Her boyfriend was holding Ms. Keiko and opening the window to observe the fire outside."

Louis looked up, touched his chin and recalled, his eyes turning to the left from time to time, a few drops of sweat dripping on his face.

"Officer Jack! I'm done questioning!"

"Ms. Keiko did have a boyfriend before, and it seems to have been more than five years."

"Five years?!" Vermouth and Keira exclaimed.

"His name is Kenny. He is very interested in mountain climbing. Keiko started dating him when she was still in school."

"On the 25th five years ago, according to her childhood friend."

"When seeing her off at the subway station, Keiko was very impressed by what Kenny said."

"Don't worry, I'll be back on the 25th. - Kenny"

"The 25th, huh? Then I'll prepare something delicious for you. - Keiko"

"It'd be better if it's steak. I want the thick kind - Kenny."

"But he never showed up as promised, and even his body was never found. Then half a year ago, someone found his backpack and the photos he had taken."

"Keiko just kept repeating, Kenny has come back to find me."

"He really has an appointment on the 25th. As long as we have faith and wait, he will definitely come back."

The police officer reported word by word, and Louis looked very embarrassed, as if he regretted why he came here.

"really."

"A lover will never betray you."

Baijiu said meaningfully that everything was under his control.