Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Vermouth, Vermouth, it's time to wake up. We have arrived at our destination."

Baijiu woke Vermouth up softly, patting her shoulders gently with his palm.

Vermouth opened her eyes from Baijiu's shoulder, stretched lazily, and stared at the dark sky in front of her with her long eyelashes.

"Go back and rest. You've been exhausted today. You can sleep so soundly even with your head resting on my shoulder."

Baijiu moored the boat steadily at the shore and got out of the cab.

Unexpectedly, his feet stepped perfectly into the mud pit, and a few drops of mud popped out and landed on Baijiu's nose.

"I really, damn!"

"I really don't want these shoes anymore."

Baijiu complained while biting his lip and turned on the flashlight.

"Is this also within your calculations?"

Vermouth raised her eyebrows and looked up at the white Audi that arrived with them and parked on the side of the road.

"It's just a coincidence. There's a muddy road below. I'll carry you up there. That way you don't have to wash."

Vermouth didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly and gave Baijiu a look of tacit approval.

Baijiu turned on the flashlight and held it between his lips to shine the light.

Vermouth's arms draped around Baijiu's neck, and the hot air she exhaled filled Baijiu's ears.

The long, soft silver hair is tangled with the weed-like golden hair.

Vermouth's ear was pressed against Baijiu's right shoulder. The distance between them was closing in silence as their silence was speaking louder than words.

He put his arm around Vermouth's thigh like a gentleman.

Baijiu exhaled heavily from time to time, which might be related to the injury of his left arm, or maybe it was related to other things.

Amid the quiet atmosphere and warm yellow lights, Baijiu finally couldn't help but speak.

"Well...well, Vermouth."

"You...forget it."

"Why, I don't like people who only speak half-sentences."

“I’m actually a little scared.”

Baijiu said shyly, his face began to turn red and a few drops of sweat flowed down his cheeks.

Vermouth is smiling

"Just what you say. How will you know if you don't try?"

Vermouth smiled faintly, pinched Baijiu's face with her fingers and spoke softly.

"Then I said it."

"Go ahead."

"How much do you weigh? Did you lie about your weight? It's really hard."

Baijiu was breathing heavily.

When Vermouth heard this, she twisted Baijiu's cheeks with both hands.

"No, no, what I meant is why are you so light."

Baijiu quickly changed his expression and apologized sincerely.

"Stop talking. It makes things worse."

"You can ask anything except about weight."

"I'm warning you this time. This time you turn your face away as a lesson. Next time you might be shot."

Vermouth said this hypocritically.

Baijiu put Vermouth safely into the front of the car and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The driver who had been waiting for a long time opened the door, and Vermouth entered the car and found a doctor sitting in the car.

Baijiu sneaked into the passenger seat while pretending to take a rest.

"I'm sorry to have caused you two so much trouble. It was the negligence of our British leader that led to the appearance of a traitor in the organization."

"We will definitely strengthen management in this regard."

The driver with dreadlocks sincerely apologized to Vermouth.

"But it's good that the person is fine, but it's a pity that the "microprocessor" was lost."

"I'm almost done. You should treat the gentleman in front. His wound has become festered."

Vermouth said in a low voice, stealing glances at the liquor.

Baijiu turned around and looked at Vermouth with clear eyes, conveying information with his eyes, and they smiled at each other.

Vermouth shook her head helplessly.

"Forget it, doctor. Just finish me first. I'll ask you to treat him individually later."

Vermouth said politely, took out the bracelet and wiped it with alcohol wipes, silently repairing it.

"After you two return to the hotel, adjust yourself. We will have to trouble you to attend an auction."

"But don't worry, there won't be any more missions that require fighting. It's just holding signs and typing on the keyboard."

"Why are you looking for us? Can't you take a break?" Baijiu became tired when he heard about overtime.

"Because this time we are conducting the auction on behalf of the "Karasuma Group"'s partner, the "Golden Eye Group."

“The auction brought together the world’s rich and famous.”

"So we plan to send handsome men and beautiful women to participate as the front of our organization."

"But if the auction amount exceeds $10 billion, I can just give up because I only gave a budget of $10 billion."

"Don't worry! Everyone can type on the keyboard and hold up a sign." Baijiu patted his chest confidently.

“What works are we going to auction?”

“A classic by Van Gogh.”

"sunflower."

9:25, at the base of a London skyscraper.

Baijiu was dressed neatly in a well-ironed black suit and a simple white shirt.

Vermouth, on the other hand, wore a white suit, paired with exquisite jewelry and elegant high heels, exuding confidence and charm, with arrogance and indifference in her eyes.

Vermouth walked along the red carpet holding Baijiu's arm, and several cameras were clicking away.

Baijiu curled his lips and looked at the familiar scene, and couldn't help but think of that man.

They walked into the building and took the elevator to the floor where the auction was being held.

Sure enough, the familiar bearded old man, Suzuki Jirokichi and Sonoko appeared inside.

They sat in the back four rows of Jirokichi's room, and Baijiu generally observed the people in the meeting.

"There are still a lot of rich people in the oil regions, almost half of them." Vermouth sighed, resting her arms on her head.

"This shouldn't be your first time here, in an occasion like this."

"No, this is my first time attending an auction. Usually, such events are hosted by the top executives of Rum, and it is never our turn."

"If you come, you will just use the guise of a meeting to assassinate the target." Vermouth covered her mouth and whispered to Baijiu.

"Rum to open it?"

"Yes, such as group exchange meetings, economic cooperation, and industrial cooperation."

"Almost all of them are opened by people who are in a very high position in the organization."

"It's a waste to give it to Rum." Baijiu complained.

"Indeed, he is just a hopeless person."

Vermouth added with a look of disdain on her face.

"Since you are the focus of this game, you must be the last to appear. If you are tired, you can take a rest." Vermouth said with her hands on her hips.

Baijiu curled up a smile and took out a stack of UNO cards from his pocket and placed them in front of Vermouth.

"I expected this. Come on! Fight again!"

They fought fiercely for 45 minutes.

"ladies and gentlemen!"

“The next item to be auctioned is the star of this auction.”

"It is a world-famous painting and a priceless treasure of mankind. It was once thought to be lost forever."

“A work by Van Gogh!”

"sunflower!!"

The curtain slowly opened, and the light shone on the painting.

The two of them instantly perked up, straightened their backs and stared at the beautiful picture in front of them.

The cameras of the reporters in the back were filming rapidly.

As the shutter sounded, Baijiu seemed to hear something flying at his feet.

He lowered his head, and as expected, a "poker card" appeared at Baijiu's feet.

The playing cards were filled with garbled characters, and Baijiu frowned, looking for a pattern.

Suddenly, Baijiu understood.

With his head half tilted, he looked at the young man leaning in the corner with an intriguing smile.