Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

On the other side, in Nagano Prefecture.

on the road.

a mess.

The cargo box of the truck crushed the front half of the vehicle into a two-dimensional pattern.

Vermouth covered her forehead, looked ahead hazily, looked down at her hands, and pinched her cheeks.

Confirm whether you are alive or dead.

In a trance, she suddenly noticed that several beads on the "bracelet necklace" on her wrist had cracks.

Protect me from disaster...

Vermouth kicked open the car door and was overwhelmed by a dizzying feeling.

She supported her knees with her hands and silently watched the chaotic road.

“There she is!!!”

"Catch up with her!!!"

Unidentified thugs, armed with guns, drove towards Vermouth.

Vermouth picked up her phone, looked around, immediately made a judgment in her mind, and ran towards the "Yunling Forest" nearby.

Vermouth looked down at the screen of her phone and found it was covered in blood.

She wiped the blood from her forehead, wiped the blood off the screen with her arm, took off her coat, and tore open her clothes with a knife.

It was tied around her head to stop the bleeding and prevent the enemy from tracking her based on the blood trail.

His fingers danced quickly, tapping the screen to contact the informant.

"Inspector Duweijiu, come to Yunling Forest right now. I'm in trouble here. I'm being attacked by a group of——"

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

"Come here immediately! You are the only one in Nagano Prefecture whom I can trust."

"Hold on for another 15 minutes, and I'll send someone to support you immediately."

A deep and steady voice, with the sedimentation of time, came from the phone.

"Also, you should still call me "Aoki". "Duwei Liquor" is a thing of the past."

Duwei's tone slowed down noticeably, and his words were filled with regret and stories.

"Sorry... I forgot."

"It's okay. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Duwei asked.

"Give me a car when you come. I have one thing I haven't finished yet."

"That's easy. I'll pick you up directly then."

Vermouth ran towards the hillside, relying on the trajectory and sound of the bullet.

As the slope became steeper, the fallen leaves on the ground suddenly became more and more numerous, and gradually, every time you lifted your foot, a leaf would fly into the air.

Vermouth hid behind a large tree stump and adjusted her breathing.

Looking at the empty bullets, thinking about countermeasures.

"My mind is a mess."

Vermouth covered her forehead with her hands, as waves of harsh sounds echoed in her mind.

Calm down, calm down, "every problem has its solution."

Vermouth closed her eyes and recalled Baijiu's classic words in her mind.

She felt her body all over, searching for any tools she could use.

"Have it!"

Vermouth took out a lighter from her arms, slid out the flame, and threw it to the left.

Then, while their attention was focused on the left, the sound of "thump thump" footsteps was heard on the right.

He picked up a handful of stones from the ground, bent down and threw them from near to far, doing the whole act, and then lay down on the ground quietly.

It blends perfectly with the dense leaves. As the saying goes, it is darkest under the lamp, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

"Hey! Go put out the fire over there! If we find out the source of the fire, it might expose us!"

“By then, we will not be able to spend the huge amount of money we receive even if we want to.”

A tall and thin man, with a figure like a pole-jumping zombie, was pointing at a man with an oval face that was standing backwards.

"Yes!!"

He immediately set up a firebreak around the area to stop the fire from spreading.

"Huh, the fire is finally out. I wonder how their investigation is going."

The oval-shaped man wiped the sweat from his forehead, shielded his eyes from the strong sunlight with his palm, and looked into the distance.

"I can tell you responsibly that they will never be able to find me in their lifetime."

Vermouth held the oval man's neck with a dagger and spoke coldly.

"Miss, could you please put down the knife?"

The oval man said in a cute way.

"Organization, client, purpose, tell me quickly." Vermouth gently scraped his throat with the knife.

The oval-shaped man rolled his eyes, as if recalling something in his mind.

"The One-Eyed Organization only told us that they were tracking you down to take something from you."

“I really don’t know who the client is.”

The oval man said tremblingly, curling up his knees and standing in an pigeon-toed posture.

"Did you laugh when you said that?"

"If you don't know, who gave you the task and paid you?"

The tip of the knife slowly opened a shallow cut on his jaw.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, I really don't know!"

"If you dare to raise your voice higher than mine, I will send you to hell right now."

"I'll tell you everything. Don't kill me! Don't kill me."

The oval-shaped man calmed his nervous mood and adjusted his breathing.

"Just the day before yesterday, an anonymous message came through my phone. It was truly anonymous!"

"When you call back, it shows an empty number. It seems to be a disposable number."

Vermouth looked down at her phone and saw that it was exactly as he said.

"Want to get rich overnight? Come to Dalong Auto Repair Shop and make your dream come true."

"We are all office workers who are overwhelmed by the pressure of life."

"At first I thought it was a scam, but I had nothing to do, so I just looked around and observed."

“As a result, I met more and more people, and then by chance, this text message brought us together.”

"After entering, a man wearing a 'one-eyed' mask stood in front of us. It was a man."

“That’s the sign!”

The oval-shaped man hurriedly pulled down his sleeves, only to see a "one-eye" embedded in a "circle" printed on his wrist.

"After showing us the amount, they explained their purpose, gave us guns, and printed this logo on them to represent their loyalty."

"As long as we capture you and seize the microprocessor, we can take home hundreds of millions of dollars worth of money."

"And tell us what if, eh, there isn't."

The oval-faced man realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly covered his mouth, but it seemed as if he had said it on purpose.

"You choose between staying alive and talking."

Vermouth also spoke directly without any hesitation.

"It's telling us that if we are found by the police, they will not help us."

The oval-shaped man's eyes moved rapidly left and right, occasionally glancing to the left, and speaking with hidden meanings.

"Does the one-eyed masked man have any special features?" Vermouth asked.

"Characteristics?... Let me think about it. He is a very stubborn person!"

"It shouldn't be considered stubborn... I think it's stubborn! Yes! Stubborn, that's more suitable for him."

"He clearly said it should be printed on the left wrist, and we did as he asked, but he insisted that it was printed on the right wrist!"

The oval man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face turned red.

Isn't this description... "Cointreau"?

But why would Cointreau want to take my microprocessor?

If you really want to get it.

Why hire some scumbags instead of professionals.

What on earth is up to this stubborn guy who only cares about power?

Or maybe Jägermeister deliberately framed him.

Vermouth was thinking in her mind.

However, everything that happened just now told Vermouth that she was being targeted.

"Then... this beautiful lady, may I ask if I may..."

"Boom!"

Vermouth knocked him out with the handle of her knife and walked towards the flashing police lights in the distance.

Given the current situation, it is impossible to trust the microprocessors to the "informants".

It seems that we can only wait for a while, or give the processor to "Duwei" for temporary safekeeping.

Vermouth looked at the police car parked in front of her and thought deeply.

"What are you still thinking about? Old friend, let's talk in the car."

"Duwei" rolled down the car window and said comfortably.

"Second team, third team, go up and capture the thugs immediately. I found a witness here and brought him back to the station first."

Duwei preached into the intercom.

"Why do you have more white hair than the last time we met? "Duwei"

Vermouth quickly glanced at Duwei out of the corner of her eye.

"It's just normal metabolism." Duwei answered simply.

The slightly tired face reveals the traces of time, the deep eyes hide a "story", and the forehead and corners of the eyes are covered with wrinkles.

Although he is about to reach the age of forty, when he is no longer confused, he acts like a man in his seventies.

"Are you going to be promoted to Superintendent of Police? As expected, gold shines everywhere."

"Oh! I'm just relying on my experience in the police academy. Even though people said I was a once-in-a-century genius, my record won't be surpassed in 20 years."

"But within just three years, he was surpassed. But that guy's fate seemed to be very similar to mine. He didn't persevere."

"It seems he opened a law firm and is now a well-known detective in Tokyo. His name seems to be something like Sleepy Kojiro."

Du Wei recalled in his mind.

"But didn't you choose to return to your old business?" Vermouth said respectfully.

"If it weren't for my two daughters and my wife, I wouldn't have joined, or even persisted." Du Wei's face suddenly darkened.

"Also, Vermouth, you forgot again. I have to remind you several times every year when you come to Nagano." Duwei sighed.

"Sorry, I just can't change it. It just becomes a habit."

"Ding."

Vermouth picked up her phone to check the message. The ring on her hand reflected a dazzling light, stinging Duwei's eyes.

[Don’t forget to drink water in the afternoon, Beibei. ——White wine]

[Be safe, Beibei. — Baijiu]

Humph, it’s sent by this idiot again.

Vermouth put the phone back into her pocket, smiled faintly, and looked at the setting sun.

"It looks like you've found the right person. This is the first time I've seen you smile like this."

"I really envy you for having someone to trust."

"Unlike me, who lives in the shadows every day, I am forever stuck in "that day" and can't get out of it."

"Duwei" said earnestly, his eyes revealing regret and sadness.

"My condolences, 'Duwei.'" Vermouth said in a low voice.

"Oh, come on, it's all my fault for ruining the atmosphere."

"You've been talking about me all the time, but I haven't asked you where you're going yet."

Duwei smiled embarrassedly, but suddenly, his expression changed suddenly.

He stared into the rearview mirror and spoke slowly.

"Who is targeting you, Vermouth?"

Vermouth used the rearview mirror to look behind her and saw a man with a wolf's tail sitting in the passenger seat.

He was holding the "International Federal Investigation Certificate" and signaling with the high and low beam lights.