Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Early the next morning.

At Vermouth's house.

Baijiu is like an old cadre, drinking hot water soaked with wolfberries and mulberries.

He was wearing clothes that Vermouth had carefully selected for him.

Sitting on the sofa, exuding a faint fragrance, he waited for her to come out of the house.

"Ding."

Huh? Didn't I get a holiday? Why is there still news?

Baijiu opened his phone and clicked on the social software with red bubbles.

"Gin Group Action Group"

"Group leader: Vodka"

"Administrator: Kir, Gin, Chianti."

「Vodka changed the group name」

"Gin Task Force"

"You have been set as an administrator."

"Cohen: What about me? Why am I the only one who isn't?"

"Vodka: Is it possible to set only four administrators?"

"Chianti: What's going on?"

"Cohen: Give me one."

"Cohen: Give it to me now."

"Vodka: Are you blind?"

"Cohen: Give it to me now."

"Cohen: (Photo) Photo of Vodka eating booger."

Chianti: 6

"Gin:?"

"Gin has been kicked out of the group chat."

(Wrong kick.)

"Brilliant."

"Vodka is getting better too. He wants to go it alone."

Baijiu showed a wicked smile and typed with ill intentions.

"squeak."

The door was slightly open, and Baijiu saw Vermouth's black high-waisted pants. The outline was beautiful, slender and pleasing to the eye.

The upper body is a white lace shirt, revealing her collarbone. Her delicate and fine facial features do not need too much makeup.

She pursed her pale pink lips, which were so tender and watery that she looked very kissable.

The white ankles are exposed, paired with pointed high heels, showing the charm of a mature woman.

"How about this outfit?"

Vermouth fiddled with her fingers, and colorful nail polish appeared in front of Baijiu.

Her calves were resting on top of Baijiu's knees, her heels poking at his calves, and she gently stroked his face with her manicure, revealing a charming smile.

Baijiu thought for a moment, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sighed softly, shook his head and spoke.

"Almost got it."

Huh? Vermouth frowned.

Does this guy want to die?

The wings are so hard.

“It doesn’t have to be so stunningly beautiful, does it?”

Vermouth couldn't help but move the corners of her mouth, revealing a satisfied smile. She picked up the perfume on the table and sprayed Baijiu all over her body.

"By the way, who were you chatting with just now? You were laughing so obscenely."

Vermouth walked to the cupboard nearby and looked at the bags on the wall, selecting them one by one.

"Of course it was vodka. My brain was like crazy. I created a group chat for no apparent reason."

"Group chat? Gin and Vodka, do you understand?"

"As far as I know, they only know how to type."

"correct."

"It's your turn to be the driver today."

"I haven't forgiven you yet, so consider it as atonement."

Vermouth said playfully.

She handed the Maybach car keys to Baijiu.

They came into the elevator.

"I don't know if they understand the fun or not, but Vodka and Cohen are having a blast. They're like elementary school students, constantly scrolling through their screens..."

"Jagermeister is really efficient."

Vermouth said with a hint of meaning.

"Is the controller of this software controlled by the group under Jägermeister?" Baijiu asked tentatively.

(Similar to neon green bubbles.)

"The actual person in control is still 'that adult'."

"In a sense, does the organization have access to all of Japan's personal information?"

“Almost, but not quite.”

"Most people still use Bluebird."

"It's only used in special circumstances."

"Generally, people of high moral character and status would not use this software. It is just a more convenient way to get hold of the handles of those entrepreneurs."

"Ding, ding, ding."

"Wait a minute, let me scold someone first."

"News 99"

"Mihua's Last Deep Affection (White Wine): Can you two stop posting? Pull Gin in first."

"Vodka: I almost forgot."

"Chianti added Kurosawa to the group chat."

"Kurosawa (Gin): Expression (smile)"

"Kurosawa changed the name of the group."

"Chianti: @Kurosawa Gin, you made a mistake."

"Kil: Be quiet, we are all adults, can you be more mature?"

"Kil: @Not working out is uncomfortable (vodka) @The first sage of neon (Cohen)"

「Vodka disbanded the group chat」

It's finally disbanded, but it's much more convenient to set up a group chat.

But once it falls into the hands of the enemy, the information will be exposed.

But it has nothing to do with me. I wish this organization would disappear.

"Gin is like an old cadre. Doesn't he usually play with his phone or watch short videos?"

"I don't really understand. He seems to do only three things a day: eating, killing, and sleeping."

"It's a simple, monotonous life."

Baijiu said "Oh" playfully, pressed the car key button with his thumb, "Beep!", and two headlights shone forward.

He stroked the black beauty with his hands, opened the car door and started the car.

Belmode opened the door, stepped into the car with his right leg first, traced his thigh with his fingers, and sat in the passenger seat with his hips first.

Her charming figure was perfectly displayed through what she had just seen.

Baijiu's eyes widened and he couldn't help swallowing.

"Peng."

She closed the car door quietly, put her hand naturally on Baijiu's thigh, looked at Baijiu with a smile in her eyes, tugged at the corner of her trousers, and said charmingly.

"Look if you want to. Those people in the organization won't let you look even if you want to."

"I am very principled."

Baijiu Tactics tilted his neck back and said wickedly.

"I didn't look at it. I'm not a lustful person and I have principles." Baijiu shook his fingers.

"But there are three things I don't watch."

"I don't look at those with good figures."

"I don't look at pretty ones."

"I don't look at women except you."

Vermouth snorted coldly, "If you have the ability, don't look at me in this life."

"A man's mouth is a liar."

Her slender manicure outlines Baijiu's proud jawline.

Vermouth hissed and poked Baijiu's neck with his nails, "Why don't you shave?"

"I shaved it, and it grew back in the past five minutes."

"Don't treat me like Vodka. I'm not as stupid as him."

Vermouth pinched the flesh of Baijiu's thigh with her fingers.

"Ohhhhhh! Then...um, where are we going?"

Baijiu clasped his hands together and begged for mercy.

Be honest and beg for forgiveness.

"Come watch a stage play with me first. I haven't watched one in some years."

"Then I'll have a meal. Oh, and then go shopping. I'll buy some clothes. I have nothing to wear."

No.....I have five closets full of clothes, and you told me I have nothing to wear...

I think five sets of clothes are too many...

"100 words omitted here."

"Finally, we'll have dinner and watch a movie..."

"Are you listening?"

"Nonsense, this is the most basic respect."

Baijiu held his chin with his hands and looked out the window.

"Are you done?"

Vermouth nodded obediently, which made Baijiu a little uncomfortable.

Seems to be observing Baijiu's expression.

"Actually, I don't think it's necessary to make too detailed arrangements. After all, plans can't keep up with changes."

“Relaxation still comes first.”

"I understand. I just want to be more fulfilled because I don't know when I will have this kind of break again."

"There are plenty of opportunities. We're not going to break up right after we're done."

Vermouth pulled out a pistol from her bosom, pointed it at Baijiu's forehead and threatened, "Don't ever mention these two words to me in your life."

"Understood...Understood."

"Let's drive." Vermouth smiled again.

She picked up her phone, constantly switching the special effects, taking selfies, and secretly taking ugly photos of Baijiu.

She seemed to enjoy the date.

(No more after that.)

Baijiu, however, stared ahead thoughtfully.

But, our identity.

Will they really be together?

In the face of national interests, everything is meaningless.

include.

Belmode.

but.

This is all a story for later.

There is still some time before you become famous.

Spend time with her and enjoy this rare happy time together.

At least for her, this should be the best moment in her life.

The Maybach drove out of the underground garage.

A white-haired old woman, pushing a baby stroller, looked at the Maybach going away and sneered.

"Chris, I think I gave you too much freedom."