Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The next day, at 8 a.m., on the Beihua -chome street.

Baijiu drove the car and took Belmode to the entrance of the high-speed rail station.

He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, looked down at the time, walked slowly to the trunk, put the suitcase safely away, and asked slowly.

"How many days will you stay from Nagano?"

"It will take about 2-3 days. While delivering the microprocessor, we will also destroy the Woodpecker organization to prevent unnecessary trouble."

Vermouth put on sunglasses, supported the trunk with her hands, leaned against the car body, lifted Baijiu's chin with her slender fingers, and said jokingly.

"Don't miss me when I'm not around, and call me on video at 10-12pm."

"Do you fight at night?"

Vermouth slowly stood up from the car body. Seeing this, Baijiu started from zero frame and quickly changed his words.

"I mean, do we have to fight one at night? Shouldn't it be two, you know?"

Baijiu touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, his heart rate soaring in an instant.

"Okay, I won't bother with you anymore. The ticket check has to start." Vermouth rubbed Baijiu's face with both hands as she was about to turn around.

Baijiu put his hand on her right shoulder, called her and spoke in a low voice.

"be careful."

Vermouth smiled faintly, shook the "bracelet" and ring on her left wrist, and said calmly.

"With them here, you can rest assured."

"By the way, if anyone asks you about the USB drive and the microprocessor, keep your mouth shut."

Baijiu watched until Vermouth disappeared from his sight before returning to his seat.

I took out my cell phone, typed in "Jilong Building", and headed over there.

Oh, I have to spare 3 hours a day to make two videos.

Tsk, less sleep time again.

But what is the purpose of "Champagne"? I remember the last indirect contact was on Noah's Ark.

While thinking, Baijiu was once again brought by the navigation to the familiar street of Ni-chome.

Baijiu deliberately slowed down the car and tilted his head slightly to observe the Kudo family. Sure enough, a black shadow flashed past the second-floor windowsill.

Just as Baijiu frowned and thought for a moment, he turned his head.

Yuanzi and Xiaolan were walking in front of the car, talking and laughing, carrying their schoolbags.

"squeak!!!"

Baijiu braked suddenly, and the strong inertia caused him to have close contact with the steering wheel.

"Ah...it hurts." Baijiu covered his head and hurried forward to look, only to find that Yuanzi and Xiaolan were gone.

My heart skipped a beat and my brain went blank. I hurriedly got out of the car and looked forward to check the situation.

It's over. I can't go in now.

"Are you okay, Sonoko?" Xiaolan looked at her with a worried look and gently shook the frightened Sonoko.

"Are we dead?" Sonoko opened her eyes dazedly.

"Teacher Yiyu?! You are dead too!?" Yuanzi suddenly widened her eyes, stood up in disbelief, and her voice broke.

"Um... I'm sorry. I was distracted just now. I'm really sorry." Baijiu said apologetically, helped them up one by one, and checked their injuries.

"Our Suzuki family has been really unlucky lately, with everything going wrong." Sonoko sighed.

"We were also wrong. We came here without looking at the road." The kind-hearted Xiaolan thoughtfully found the stairs for Baijiu to go down.

"But it's great that everyone is okay." Xiaolan smiled gently.

"Where are you going? Don't you have classes in the afternoon?"

"We are ready to—"

"Of course, Xiaolan is cleaning the house for her husband, with whom she just confirmed her relationship in the UK." Sonoko interrupted Xiaolan and said with a smile.

"Yuanzi! Stop talking nonsense." Xiaolan's face turned red instantly.

"Did Kudo confess his love to you when we were in England?" Baijiu stared at Xiaolan with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"It's under the Big Ben. I didn't expect this guy to be so~~~romantic." Sonoko said in a mean way with her hands on her chest.

"Well...but I didn't respond to him directly..."

"No official response yet?!!! It's been several days!!! I always thought you answered!!!" Sonoko covered her head in disappointment and scratched her eyes with both hands.

"I think Shinichi must be thinking this now!"

"Ah! Xiaolan, why haven't you responded to my feelings yet?"

"Could it be? Does she already have someone else in her heart? If that's the case! My heart is broken!"

"Cry loudly!!! Until your tears run dry!" Sonoko performed with an exaggerated expression.

Baijiu looked down at the time. There were still three hours until 11 o'clock.

Seeing this, he broke the awkward situation and said something that was not what he meant.

"Let me help you clean up. It's my compensation. Besides, I'm fine now."

Actually it was to investigate the mysterious man upstairs and get more information about Conan.

"By the way, why isn't Hondou Eisuke with you? I have the impression that you three often appear together." Baijiu asked tentatively.

"Are you talking about that reckless guy?" Yuanzi raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips.

"He secretly went to the United States to study. I really don't know how he is doing over there." Xiaolan added.

"Rather than how he's doing, you should be more worried about Shinichi. I don't know what he's busy with every day and why he never comes back." Sonoko said to Xiaolan with dead fish eyes.

"He must have a lot of things to do." Xiaolan turned around and looked at them with a smile, then opened the door with the key.

Suddenly a cool breeze blew directly on their faces. Baijiu showed an expected expression, changed his slippers, went into the house and looked around.

"It's so strange. Don't you feel that the room is cool? It's like the air conditioner is on." Xiaolan said to them.

"Really? It seems a bit like that." Veteran actor Baijiu performed again.

"Could it be? Is Shinichi back?" Xiaolan smiled gently and ran upstairs impatiently.

He opened door after door and shouted "Shinichi" to everyone inside.

"Really? If you want to come back, just come back. Why didn't you tell me?"

Xiaolan opened the bathroom door and suddenly froze in place.

Seeing this, Baijiu immediately followed and saw a man with pink hair and squinty eyes who was half-squatting and brushing his teeth in front of a mirror.

Suddenly, Baijiu sensed a special magnetic field that stimulated him. He smelled a familiar scent and murderous aura from this man.

"You...who are you?" Xiaolan asked in confusion.

"Well...um, I am——"

"Thief!! Why are you in the Shinji family!!!" Sonoko curled up behind Xiaolan and screamed.

"Yuanzi, Teacher Yiyu, please stand back! Let me take care of him!"

"No, listen to me."

Xiaolan switched to combat mode, spun around, and kicked the man hard in the chin.

He fell to the ground, his body hitting the cabinet, the cutlery on it rustled, and he covered his chest with a very painful expression.

Baijiu looked at him thoughtfully, because he saw clearly that Xiaolan did not kick him in the jaw, but he fell down on purpose!

They sat down in the living room and the man explained to them.

"So you are a graduate student, Mr. Okiya Subaru."

"Yeah, I'm really grateful to him, otherwise I would have no place to live after the apartment was burned down."

"By the way, can we go buy something? I haven't eaten since I got up." Okiya Subaru spoke with a smile.

"I'll go, to express my apology for what happened just now." Xiaolan suggested, smiling embarrassedly.

"Okay, then I won't be polite. Let me buy the hamburgers you just ate." Okiya Subaru's face changed instantly. He was really going to give in if he was given a way out.

"Have we... said that?" Xiaolan said in confusion.

"Because the smell of garlic in your mouths is too strong. I can smell it even when I'm sitting here." Baijiu said with his head down in embarrassment.

"And the lady with horns on her head, there are grains of salt on the corners of your mouth. I think it should be..." Okiya Subaru added.

"Sorry, Mr. Subaru, Mr. Iyu, let's go to the bathroom first." Xiaolan pulled Sonoko and ran to the bathroom with a red face.

Subaru Okiya placed his hands on his chest, looked down at his phone, and suddenly opened his lips slightly and spoke slowly.

"Sir, is there something on my face? You seem to be staring at me." Okiya Subaru turned his head slightly, smiling, and looked at Baijiu kindly.

"Haha, I just feel like your eyes are squinting on purpose."

"Oh? Looks like I really need plastic surgery. You're the 328th person in my life who has told me that I have small eyes."

"You have such a good memory."

"Yes, I can remember every person who said I had small eyes. I can tell his number by his voice and general appearance."

Okiya Subaru seemed to be speaking with a hidden meaning.

"Then I can't say you have small eyes anymore." Baijiu said half-jokingly.

"Hahaha, I was kidding. I made this up. I don't care about my small eyes. It's okay." Okiya Subaru smiled generously and optimistically.

"Hahahaha, you acted just like the real thing. I'm completely convinced." Baijiu also spoke with a hint of meaning.

"Ding."

A message came from Baijiu's cell phone.

"I have to go to school. Can you tell them later? I'm leaving now."

"Walk slowly and be safe."

Baijiu pushed open the door and left, taking out his cell phone to check messages.

[Time changed to 10 o'clock, location changed to "Wesker Building" 13th floor - Champagne]

Fortunately I didn’t go, one was in the east and the other was in the west.

Okiya Subaru.

Baijiu kept recalling and analyzing Okiya Subaru's every move in his mind.

Keen insight, excellent reaction, strange behavior, and the strange magnetic field induction he felt.

They don't look like college students or graduate students at all, but——

The familiar black antique car drove past Baijiu with its windows half open.

Through the car window, Baijiu once again saw the white-haired old man wearing a ventilator.

Baijiu could vaguely hear their conversation as he passed by.

"Master, they seem to be back."

"Really? Send someone to investigate her immediately."

"I really want to see with my own eyes if it is as described."

“It feels like a dream.”