Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

In the rice flower city.

Conan's pupils kept flickering, and the child was almost scared to death.

Baijiu used another mobile phone to play the footage he had just recorded.

The scene where Conan used the voice changer just now was presented to him from beginning to end.

"Do you need me to drive at double speed?" Baijiu bit her lip and glanced at Conan playfully.

He picked up Conan like a dog, Baijiu took out a pistol and threatened him, and the two came to a sealed space.

"Kudou, this criminal is really despicable."

"yes."

Baijiu repeated the contents of the recorder, put it next to Conan's ear, and looked at him with a playful look, looking condescending.

Baijiu blocked the door with his body, threw his watch aside, shook his head, hooked his lower lip, and spoke in a not very serious tone.

"You should know the story of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. I've been waiting for a long time, and sure enough, you fell into the trap."

"Conan."

"No, I should call you Kudo Shinichi."

Baijiu looked at him with contempt, but kept an eye on him at all times because he was not sure what this naughty kid would do.

He held the recorder tightly in his hand, not daring to be negligent for even a moment.

"What would your sister Xiaolan think if she saw this scene?" Baijiu raised his lips and smiled lazily, like a villain.

Conan was speechless. With all the hard evidence before him, just like the criminal just now, he couldn't find any reason to escape punishment.

"So you're going to report me to the organization?" Conan asked back in a tentative tone.

After hesitating for a while, Baijiu let out a slight sound.

"Don't worry, Kudo Shinichi, I'm not a bad person."

"Like you, I hate this huge organization."

Baijiu stood there with his hands in his pockets, talking leisurely, his emotions brewing, tears flashing quickly in his eyes.

"As long as you answer my three questions, I will destroy the recording and video in front of you." Baijiu said earnestly.

"what is the problem?"

Conan said calmly, his short legs trembling slightly.

"It is closely related to that little lady."

Baijiu lowered his body and looked at Conan.

"First question, what is Huibara Ai's last name?"

"The second question is whether the medicine you took seventeen years ago already existed."

"The third question is, where do Haibara Ai's parents work?"

Baijiu stretched out three slender fingers and stared at Conan.

"Can you do it? Kudo Shinichi." Baijiu said gently and calmly, with tears flashing in his pupils from time to time.

The old actor liquor is starting to gain momentum.

"But how can I trust you? Who can guarantee that you will back it up?"

Conan raised his eyebrows slightly and thought for a moment in a false voice.

After that, Baijiu handed the recorder and another mobile phone to Conan.

"There are records of use and transcription on it, and the records cannot be deleted."

"If you still don't believe it, you can ask Dr. Dongdong to check it out."

"but--"

"If you try to crack it, it will automatically send the video and audio directly to Xiaolan's phone."

Conan spoke with a tense expression, trying hard to keep his composure.

"Who are you? Are you from that organization?"

Conan pulled his lower lip, looking obviously confused about Baijiu's identity.

Baijiu snorted coldly when he heard this.

"Aren't you a detective? Why are you short-circuiting now?"

Baijiu did not give a direct answer, but only gave an ambiguous answer.

"I'm just an art teacher at Teitan High School."

"And just like the lady just now, their purpose is to investigate you."

"Miss?" Conan asked in surprise.

"It seems that you are really too nervous and can't react to this." Baijiu sneered.

"It's getting late. You should go find your sister Xiaolan."

"I will be at the Maori Office this time tomorrow if you do not answer my question."

Baijiu held the recorder and video and showed an intriguing smile.

"Secondly, let me give you a warning. If you tell anyone other than Huibara what happened today."

"Hehe, you should understand."

"My purpose is simple. I just want to avenge my parents."

Baijiu's fists were clenched tightly, shaking from time to time.

Baijiu spoke with an emotional tone, controlling his voice just right. It seemed like he was talking to himself, but Conan could hear it clearly.

"I tell you."

Conan's glasses reflected the light and he looked at Baijiu meaningfully.

"My last name is Miyano."

"exist."

"Karasuma Group."

The two looked at each other silently.

"password,."

"I'll leave these two to you. After deleting them, this recorder and phone will be automatically deregistered."

Baijiu said without hesitation, cleanly and neatly.

Conan was confused and did not play by the rules at all.

"Don't you doubt its authenticity?" Conan tilted his head and looked at Baijiu in confusion.

"Because I believe in you, I must get to the bottom of the truth about my parents buried at the bottom of the sea."

Baijiu's voice was a little choked.

"See you again, Conan."

"My goal is the same as yours, to destroy."

Baijiu's eyes were very determined.

With the door open, the setting sun shines on the tear marks on both sides of the wine, flowing down the cheeks.

Conan's heart wavered, and he slowly began to let down his guard towards the liquor.

Under Vermouth's guidance, Baijiu's acting skills have improved.

After saying that, Baijiu put his hands in his pocket and disappeared from Conan's sight without looking back.

After Baijiu came downstairs, he continued to perform, recalling what Vermouth had said in his mind.

"When acting, you have to act the whole way"

Only after leaving the hotel completely did Baijiu finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It makes use of "montage lies" and human psychology.

Baijiu showed an evil smile, and a big game of chess was being calculated in his mind.

Because he knew that if he asked difficult questions, Conan would most likely deceive him.

These questions can indirectly tell Conan his purpose.

Lowering one's attitude can actually have a good effect, which can be said to be a strategy of sowing discord.

But there must be some truth and some falsehood in this, but it doesn’t matter.

Only by gaining their trust can we better extract information from them and obtain the information from seventeen years ago.

The only thing that Baijiu didn't expect was that Sera Masumi was actually a girl.

As the only daughter of the Akai family, it is understandable that she came to Japan.

But what is the purpose of investigating Conan?

Could it be?

Her mother also became smaller.

And Sera had seen Kudo when he was a child.

But this is only theoretical speculation and there is no substantial evidence.

If this is true, then the world is too small.

"Ding."

[Starting tomorrow, you will be transferred to the "Intelligence Team". ——Snake Venom]

[Still serving in the "Gin Team". ——Snake Venom]

[Understood. — Baijiu]

In the evening, drinking wine at home.

Just when Baijiu was getting drunk because the new dog urinated and defecated everywhere, Vermouth called on video.

"Ding."

"Why are you calling so late today? I thought you were asleep."

Baijiu put the mop aside, sat obediently on the seat beside him, and stared at Vermouth.

"Oh, you just took a shower. There are still water droplets on your body."

Baijiu stretched lazily and joked with a mischievous smile.

Baijiu looked at the beauty on the screen, observing her up and down.

Although Vermouth had a bath towel wrapped around her chest, it couldn't hide her proud figure.

"I didn't expect you like to wear such a cute hairpin." Baijiu raised his lips and smiled, holding his chin and watching silently.

"It's a pink kitten. I didn't expect it." Baijiu made a clicking sound.

"It turns out that the longer you stay, the more you will understand." Baijiu chuckled.

"Why, a killer can't have a girl's heart?" Vermouth replied coldly.

"It's okay, I always thought you weren't interested in these things."

"After all, you said last time that you didn't like this kind of cartoon."

"It seems that I still don't quite understand you." Baijiu curled his lips.

The real reason is that Vermouth really doesn't like it.

But the careful Vermouth could only use the hairpins downstairs in the hotel to cover all the wounds.

In order not to worry about Baijiu.

While talking, Baijiu quickly scanned her body up and down, not missing a single spot.

It wasn't out of lust, but to check if she was injured.

Baijiu took a long breath and placed his hands on his chest.

"You look very unhappy. Did I disturb your happy time?"

Vermouth said half-jokingly, picking up the facial mask beside her and applying it on her face.

"It would be strange if he could be happy. Look at this little guy. He does nothing but eat and poop and sleep. He just finished his work."

There was a flash of anger in Baijiu's eyes, and he let out a long sigh.

"It's so cute. I really want to touch it through the screen." Vermouth said sweetly with a smile in her eyes.

"It's cute, but too naughty. I'll send you the video, you can watch it later."

"Tear down my house please." Baijiu spread his hands helplessly.

"If it was smarter, I think it could go out with a lighter and light the gas tank."

Vermouth covered her mouth and laughed secretly. After tidying up her facial features, she spoke slowly.

"Just think of it as training your patience. I'll talk about it when I get back. Although I've never raised one before, but..."

A smile appeared on Vermouth's lips, a distant smile, which made her pretty features more three-dimensional.

"No, I have one now--." Vermouth said playfully.

"Okay, okay, I know what you are going to say." Baijiu hurriedly gestured to stop, sending a signal for mercy.

Baijiu put away his smile, cleared his throat, and said calmly.

"Let's get down to business. I've been transferred to the Intelligence Group."

"Was it sent by Gin?" asked Vermouth.

"No, it's snake venom. This guy was the last one to upgrade."

"How was your mission today? Did you hand over the microprocessor to the informant?" Baijiu asked immediately.

"Let's trade it later. Right now, the organization has more important things to deal with."

"I'll be busy soon."

Vermouth said with a hint of meaning.

"What do you mean?" Baijiu sensed Vermouth's subtext.

"Cointreau is not in a big fight with its top brass over the election."

"I've been out of touch for two days."

Vermouth spoke.

Baijiu frowned and asked tentatively.

"Is he missing? Let's investigate."

"My guess is wrong."

"It was "that Lord" himself who ordered his execution."

"Because not only is Cointreau missing, but many people are also missing."

"As long as you don't work overtime, normal work is still acceptable."

Baijiu responded calmly, showing that he didn't care about the position.

In front of Vermouth, he shows no desire for power.

"By the way, even if you take an hour-long shower, you shouldn't come to fight so late."

Baijiu became suspicious and realized something was wrong.

"Combined with the last message today being at 6 o'clock, it was two hours earlier than yesterday."

"From this, we can infer that you worked overtime today."

Baijiu guessed while eating instant noodles on the table.

In fact, Vermouth did investigate the information for a whole night.

"Wow, that's so smart."

Vermouth clapped her hands perfunctorily in response, acting as the atmosphere director.

At the same time, he slid the match to burn the information in his hand.

"After all, I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another day."

"Then you'll be back tomorrow?"

"Why, you don't welcome me back early."

Vermouth took off her mask and asked jokingly.

"No, I suddenly thought of something I forgot to tell you." Baijiu said seriously.

"Serious or not." Vermouth said teasingly.

"I met Sera Masumi today."

Vermouth's hand that was applying the essential oil suddenly stopped, and after a pause, she slowly spoke.

"Where did you meet her? How do you know it was her?"

"In a hotel, while preparing to have dinner, I accidentally got involved in a murder case with her."

"She said it herself, right out of her own mouth."

"Did she bring anything?" Vermouth asked seriously.

"There was nothing but a suitcase."

"I think this might be God's will. I wanted to eat cake once in a while, but I found an unexpected surprise."

"How should we deal with her?" Baijiu asked.

"Investigate her secretly and tell me the address of the hotel where she is staying, that's all." Vermouth said seriously.

"I'll explain it in detail when I come back tomorrow."

“It’s now a matter of priority organization.”

"Yes."