Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

Bullets were fired at the lighthouse at random intervals, piercing through the peeling, old walls.

Dust and rocks were flying in the air under the influence of the sea breeze, and a hole was created in the blink of an eye.

Vermouth rolled back, sensing the general pattern of the trajectory, and came to a safer place.

She half-crouched, calmly analyzing her surroundings, biting her upper lip uncontrollably, looking for an opportunity to get out of the lighthouse.

When she raised her eyes, two bullets from behind grazed Vermouth's shirt.

A layer of skin was scraped off on the right forearm, turning it red and leaving two burn marks.

Vermouth had no time to take care of the wound. She tore open the gap that had just been scratched with her bare hands, tearing the clothes into a long strip.

She tied the black stones scattered on the ground together with the long strips she had just torn off, making it about the same size as her head.

She covered her chest and took a deep breath, her clear and calm eyes mixed with other emotions.

Vermouth half-knelt, turned sideways, and threw the stone out of the window.

At the same time, he turned sideways, put his feet on the windowsill, pushed hard, and leaped towards the handrail in a straight line. He swung upwards holding the handrail, then let go, held the railing tightly and quickly rushed downwards.

She casually glanced to the right, and sure enough, the enemies whose IQs were as high as vodka were fooled and mistakenly thought it was Vermouth.

The stone was instantly turned into a sieve, giving her time to escape.

Vermouth used this short and precious time to dive and roll, hiding behind the coastal rocks.

She climbed the sharp and smooth sea cliff with her bare hands, speeding up her pace to rush towards the place where the liquor fell.

Vermouth appears calm and composed on the surface, but her inner emotions are surging like the tide beneath a reef.

His heart was pounding and his brows were furrowed.

However, Vermouth remained calm and rational, looking around for liquor.

“You should be able to swim.”

Vermouth kept her balance as she moved downwards, her hands and body being stabbed by the sharp points.

His whole body was covered with scattered wounds.

"Zi."

Suddenly, the bracelet chain was cut by a sharp stone, and the beads inside were about to fall out.

Vermouth grabbed it and held it tightly in her palm.

But there is an old saying that you can't have it both ways. Because Vermouth rushed forward too quickly, she missed a step.

However, the experienced Vermouth immediately came up with a solution.

My body's center of gravity instantly leaned forward in the air, but fortunately the height was not high and there was the beach to cushion the impact.

She stood up immediately and staggered forward.

The scene before her made Vermouth stand there stiffly, staring at the scene in disbelief.

All I saw was a male corpse almost as tall as Baijiu, face down in the sea. Blood had dyed the sea red, and the bleeding place was right on his left shoulder.

Her body seemed to be struck by a powerful electric current, and every nerve ending was trembling.

My mind went blank for a moment and I stood there in shock.

"No...no.....possible, impossible."

Vermouth's fingers trembled slightly, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she lowered her head to stare at the bracelet in her hand that was stained red by the wound.

His suddenly dim eyes were filled with sadness and regret.

"You... didn't you say you would find a way to solve it..."

Her breathing hitched and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Think of ways to?"

Vermouth suddenly came to her senses, recalling what Baijiu had said at that time, with a look of sudden enlightenment.

"An accident might happen later." "Just do it." "No need."

She pursed her lips lightly, slowly raised the corners of her mouth, shook her head and whispered to herself.

"How could I not have thought of that?"

"squeak!"

Baijiu drove the motorboat and drifted it to a stop in front of Vermouth, splashing water all over her.

"I waited for a long time behind the stone pillar but didn't see you drive over, so I ran over to drive on my own."

"I thought you were in trouble, so I went to support you."

Baijiu said with a smile while touching his head and scratching his nose.

Suddenly he saw Vermouth who was almost soaked, and he suddenly froze, trying to make up for his mistake.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm not very good at driving a jet ski."

Baijiu smiled awkwardly and frantically searched for a towel in the drawer.

Seeing Baijiu's helpless look, a smile flashed across Vermouth's eyes.

Vermouth shook her wet hair, and crystal clear water droplets slowly flowed down her beautiful face. Her lips were still a fiery red after being washed by the water.

"Hey, hey, no, come up first."

Baijiu half-knelt on the ground and pulled Belmode onto the boat.

"Huh? Was this injury on your body caused by a scratch when you came down just now?" Baijiu put away his smile instantly, his brows furrowed, and a trace of heartache emerged in his heart.

"No, I was only injured because of a dog."

Vermouth folded her arms, looked at the vast ocean beside her, crossed her legs, and said with an expressionless and arrogant face.

"Ah?" Baijiu looked at her blankly.

The sea breeze was blowing, blowing Baijiu's hairstyle into a stroke.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, took off his own coat and the coat he had taken from a member of the "Ghost Organization" in advance, and handed them to Vermouth.

"I am relatively resistant to cold, so I am not cold."

"The bullet in your left shoulder was also planned in advance?"

Vermouth wrapped her clothes together and said with deliberate disdain.

"Yes, but luckily I had a bulletproof vest to block it for me."

Baijiu moved his arms and kept adjusting his position by looking at the map and wind direction.

"Where's my body? Why can't I see it?"

Vermouth sat next to Baijiu wrapped in her coat and checked his wound.

"It's festering and bleeding, but you're still stubborn."

"You guys can't think of amputating at 22, you should know that the organization doesn't want people with disabled bodies."

Vermouth said something hypocritical and tore open her trouser leg to make a bandage and tied it around Baijiu's left shoulder.

(Steering wheel on the right)

"It's pretending to be your body on the left bank, but I don't think it's necessary. The police should be here soon."

"I don't trust the people in the organization yet. I'm not sure if there are still people from the "ghost organization". Secondly, it will waste a lot of time."

"By the way, you have the USB drive and the microprocessor in your hand, right?"

"Ah."

Baijiu noticed that Vermouth was absent-minded and asked softly in a low voice.

"If the amulet is broken, don't be so worried. Just fix it if it's broken."

"But didn't you say you've been carrying it with you since you were a child? And it broke when it came to me."

Vermouth held the bracelet tightly in her hand.

"It's okay. The amulet is supposed to ward off disasters. Since it's broken, doesn't it just mean it warded off disasters for you?"

"This isn't the first time it's broken. I was very naughty when I was little, so breaking the rope is almost a common occurrence."

Baijiu showed a sunny smile, shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes were bright and lively, like stars in the dark night.

"You said that, so I won't compensate you."

"I'm not the kind of person who is greedy for money."

Baijiu replied jokingly, enjoying the sea breeze, showing his youthful attitude.

"But please teach me how to fix this."

"By the way, lend me your phone, mine is out of battery."

"Use it."

(There is no undercover content on Baijiu Mobile, so it is confident.)

"password."

Vermouth opened the phone book and entered the number directly.

"It's me, Vermouth. Please pick us up from Crescent Bay later."

"I was tricked by the rats in the organization. It was Rick and his gang."

"Yeah, it's been cleaned up. These should be the people."

"But there is bad news."

"I'm very sorry that the Microprocessor was accidentally destroyed by them during the seizure."

Baijiu became interested after hearing this and looked at Vermouth meaningfully out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm not hurt, don't worry, don't feel guilty."

"Thank you so much, has his image been uploaded?"

"beep."

"The 'microprocessor' is still there, why are you -"

"Because I had other plans, I didn't intend to hand it over to the organization from the beginning."

"Because these two are about our "camps."

"You should understand now why they kidnapped me."

"I originally wanted to rely on Rick and his team to deal with it, but I didn't expect that they had a trick up their sleeve and planted a bomb in the car."

"Fortunately, I had prepared for the worst beforehand and expressed it in a 'code' way."

"Plus you have a pretty smart brain that cracked the signal."

Vermouth touched Baijiu's messy hair.

"Otherwise I might be a cold corpse now."

Vermouth looked up at the moonlight and smiled bitterly.

"Even if I haven't cracked it and haven't given you the code, I will try my best to save you."

"After all, I don't want two people to go and one person to come back."

"Also, don't worry about me doing the work."

Baijiu's eyes were very clean and clear, and he showed a cheerful and warm smile, like the sun, healing Vermouth's heart.

He patted his chest confidently, turned his head and looked at Vermouth gently.

A silvery-white light shone on their faces, appearing unusually soft, and everything around them was still for this moment.

Only their eyes met each other, as if an invisible curtain of tenderness was drawn around them.

Vermouth placed her hand on Baijiu's leg, looked at the gentle night, and for the first time, she showed a long-lost, cheerful smile from the bottom of her heart.