Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"I've already left the people behind me behind."

"From what I can see so far, there should only be two groups of people on this train."

"To protect the box and the one who takes it, right?"

Vermouth added.

"uh-huh."

"The last box should be in the middle carriage, most likely with Pete."

"Pay more attention to your side, too. Pete might be in disguise."

"Don't forget what I am, disguised or my true self."

"My eyes can tell at a glance."

"There are 30 minutes left, speed up."

Vermouth reminded.

"See you in car number nine."

Baijiu spoke softly, quickening his pace in the carriage, and more and more conductors ran towards the back.

Baijiu and Vermouth took off their coats at the same time and put them on the box at the same time.

The two clever people showed off their skills.

The suitcase was transformed into a gift box.

Baijiu walked calmly and confidently through the aisle.

None of the passengers had any doubts about the liquor.

Each of them lowered their heads and played with their phones.

He looked down, scanning and observing each head.

No abnormalities, strange behavior, or passengers deliberately covering their eyes were found.

Just one more carriage and you'll arrive.

No matter what, he had to find out whether Vermouth had lied to him or not.

She must have been hiding her injury from him again.

Baijiu was thinking silently in his heart.

Suddenly, the toilet door in front of him opened and a man with blood on his shirt came out.

He has a very unique hairstyle, and it looks like he has a pile of poop on his head.

Let’s just call him Brother Xiang.

Baijiu's face twitched, and he saw four strong men stuffed inside.

This should be Pete's bodyguard.

From the current perspective...there should only be one force left.

The two stared at each other and scored twice.

Baijiu pointed upwards at the camera, staring at Brother Xiang with a harmless expression, trying to launch a sneak attack.

But Brother Xiang showed an intriguing smile.

A fierce bull charged and hit the liquor.

He took out two broken blades from his pocket and stabbed them towards Baijiu's eyes.

"Damn it...why don't you play by the rules?!"

Brother Xiang pushed him to the ground and suppressed him on top of the liquor.

Baijiu used both hands to block his attack, gritted his teeth, and spoke hoarsely, trying his best to resist the needle pricks.

"The perspective we are currently in happens to be in the blind spot."

"If you're discovered, just tell them—"

Just as the blade was about to pierce Baijiu's eyes.

"Whoa whoa, hey hey hey, what are you doing?"

"This is a public place..."

A conductor covered his eyes.

Prepare to pick up your phone to capture this rare moment.

Because from her perspective it's more like...

"Hey! Don't misunderstand me, you bastard!!"

"If you dare upload it to the Internet!"

"Believe it or not, I will sue you for violating your privacy!"

Baijiu seized the opportunity, took out the "poison pen" from his arms and aimed at his neck. A sharp spike shot into Brother Xiang's neck.

"Ah!!" Brother Xiang let out a sharp scream.

Brother Xiang lost consciousness instantly and fell on Baijiu like a mountain.

"I'm so young..."

Baijiu felt as if his internal organs were crushed, and for a moment he felt like a compressed bag.

Baijiu took great effort to lift Brother Xiang up, looked at the conductor as if nothing had happened, cleared his throat, and said seriously.

"Sorry, we won't do that next time."

I put my hands together and apologized to him.

“Okay…Okay.”

"It's best not to do this kind of thing in public."

The conductor responded with an awkward pout, scratching his eyes.

After confirming that the conductor had left, Baijiu evaded surveillance.

They dragged Brother Xiang, who was like a wild boar, into the toilet and stacked the five of them like a pyramid.

And take photos.

I plan to make Vermouth happy after the mission is completed.

Baijiu rubbed his nose and walked happily towards the front carriage, which was the ninth carriage.

Suddenly.

He stopped and found some large words written on the wall.

"Quiet Car"

"For passengers who prefer quiet time only."

"Real-name authentication is required. If you violate it more than three times, you will be disqualified from riding the high-speed rail for one month."

"No louder than 25 decibels."

Maybe it's here.

Baijiu entered the information and the door slowly opened.

Sitting inside were all elderly ladies with aristocratic manners, flipping through newspapers leisurely and elegantly, with a look of relaxation written all over their faces.

Baijiu stood on tiptoe and walked quietly through the carriage.

In a trance.

Baijiu noticed out of the corner of his eye that a suspicious man was leaning against the glass.

He was wearing sunglasses and a mask, his neck was tilted and his face was pale.

There was not a trace of life at all.

Sitting next to him was a man who looked like O'Neal. Perhaps because he had something hidden in his stomach, his belly was very huge.

We just call him Ao Ge.

Baijiu sat opposite Ao Ge, looking around at the empty surroundings, not caring about anything.

He simply pulled out his pistol, pointed it at his vital parts from under the board, and threatened him.

"I have a gun here. If you want to live, please let me touch your belly."

Baijiu said in a very low voice, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

"I can't hear you, what are you saying?"

Brother Ao had an expression that looked like he deserved a beating. He shook his head towards the liquor and said something that only mosquitoes could hear.

"Aba Aba Aba"

"I said there was a gun under the table"

"Abababababa"

"My name is Feng Gefu."

"Fuck you."

A silent war of words began, the tone became louder and louder, and the decibel level reached 20.

An old lady who looked like she loved to pick a fight turned around, raised her index finger to her lips, and made a hushing sound, signaling them to be quiet.

Baijiu and Aoge both smiled and put their hands together to apologize.

He opened his lips and spoke silently.

"Okay, okay, we'll definitely make some noise, you beachhead."

Ao Ge switched to a serious expression, put his fist under his chin, and spoke seriously.

"If you had a gun, I would be dead a long time ago."

After saying that, he looked at Pete, whose sunglasses had fallen off his nose.

He is the one who has led the trend in liquor!

Brother Ao suddenly pulled the muzzle of his gun hard, and the white wine instantly came into close contact with the table.

Wow, that refreshed me.

Baijiu started at zero frame rate and quickly closed the computer. Ao Ge's thick palm was held down by Baijiu.

"what!!"

Ao Ge screamed uncontrollably and quickly covered his mouth.

Seeing this opportunity, Baijiu stood up, swung his fists, stretched out his right fist as fast as the wind, and punched towards Ao Ge's face.

His lips moved up and down, and his saliva sprayed all over Pete's face.

One! Two! Three!

The white wine rhythmically hammered on Ao Ge's face.

But Brother Ao was not a pushover and lifted up the computer.

Poke at Baijiu's throat and poke at Baijiu's knees with the tip of your shoe.

Baijiu hurriedly bent down and found that Ao Ge's legs were open.

He stretched out his left leg and kicked out fiercely.

Ao Ge felt a little sad.

"Shhh!!!"

The old woman continued to hiss and roll her eyes at both of them.

They turned their heads and gestured to each other in a friendly manner.

Ao Ge threw the computer at Baijiu, who covered his eyes as if he had taken it on purpose.

Suddenly, Ao Ge took out a dagger and stabbed it towards Baijiu's heart.

Vermouth on the other side seemed to feel the same way.

My heart suddenly trembled and I felt vaguely uneasy.

"what!!"

The white wine made a scream of less than 24 decibels.

Baijiu looked at the knife in front of his chest and looked at Brother Ao in confusion.

"You are too weak."

Ao Ge smiled confidently and patted Baijiu's face.