Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

At the intersection of Mihuajingshi Road, there was a massive traffic jam.

Worse than constipation.

"Your phone has quite a lot of memory. You must have taken nearly a thousand photos by now."

Baijiu took out a box of fruit hard candies from his arms, picked out two strawberry flavored ones, and gently placed them on Vermouth's lips.

"Hey, he's both a driver and a breeder."

"Don't give me the crap, when did you buy it?"

"You sneaked out in the middle of the night?"

Impossible, I remember not loosening my hand, it's impossible that I didn't notice.

Vermouth was in deep thought, racking her brains to think.

"I bought it on the ship yesterday. It's delicious."

"I knew it."

"It was sweet, but when I think about what happened yesterday, it becomes bitter again."

Baijiu didn't care, just smiled indifferently, he knew it very well.

If you really hold a grudge, there is no way you would come out with him.

It was more of a warning to him that he didn't want such a situation to happen in front of her.

"Huh?! Vermouth, is that vodka?"

Baijiu poked Vermouth's limp arm with his arm.

You know what, it's quite fun.

"It's him. Not many people can develop such broad shoulders."

"And he's carrying a bag."

Baijiu showed an incredible expression and took a breath of cold air.

What is he going to do with vodka?

Baijiu looked worried.

Rather than why he would show up at her door, I'm more curious about this red and green combination...who taught him that?

You're just leaving your suit unworn. What the hell...

I can understand the red socks, it’s your zodiac year.

But you.....you and the important person in your heart...

Green shorts with big flowers.

It is also paired with a dark red shirt.

(The vodka actually washed out the suits I usually wear.)

(Because Vermouth said that girls like clean body odor.)

"Never mind. It could be clothes his family sewed for him."

In an instant, Baijiu suddenly realized.

"Oh yeah! He should be helping Gil with the figurine."

Seize the opportunity!

Vodka, this is all I can do for you, buddy.

From the current perspective, there is hope!

Apparently, Kiel gave him quite a few figures to repair.

Fifteen minutes later.

They came to this magnificent concert hall.

The surroundings are full of green plants, which is very fresh. The fragrance of flowers and grass fills the heart, making people linger.

“This is my first time here.”

Baijiu stood there, looking up at the Western European-style building.

His arms were half open at 25 degrees, sending out signals, waiting for Vermouth to connect.

Huh? Why haven't you come yet?

Baijiu turned his head and saw her deliberately standing behind him, with a smile in her eyes, staring at him silently.

"Why don't you come over?"

"I wanted to test your patience. As expected, you are still not persistent enough."

Baijiu turned his head, frowned, and his attitude suddenly became serious.

"Don't mention this word anymore."

Two arms made a big cross.

"You can't just slander me."

"Okay, okay." Vermouth spread her hands and pursed her lips.

"besides!"

"I didn't hint."

"Don't have any evil thoughts. I'm just trying to prove my innocence."

Vermouth covered her mouth and laughed, leaning forward and hugging Baijiu's arm.

Of course I know, idiot.

inside the theater.

The three actors, each with their own ulterior motives, are quietly engaged in a conspiracy against each other.

A man with a square face and long light gray hair came into the storage room.

Let’s call him Cube Brother, his face is indeed like a cube. Steve has moved from the game to reality.

He walked to the rack where swords were placed, picked up one from the middle, and with a "swish", pulled out the sword shell.

The smooth blade gleamed in the light from above.

Brother Cube pressed his fingers against the sharp blade, trying hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

"If the sword had been replaced with this real thing, he would have—"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Cube brother took out his cell phone.

The mobile phone wallpaper is a photo of a young girl and Cube Brother.

Judging from her appearance, she seems to be his daughter.

He stroked the screen with his hand, his eyes full of heartache.

"Xiao Cang, although I don't know where you are now, I hope you will read the news tomorrow."

"Because it will report the accidental death of the man who played with you, was irresponsible to you, and abandoned you!"

"Your chest is filled with sin! It will be pierced through by my sword of judgment in the upcoming play!"

Brother Cube said with gritted teeth. Suddenly, his right hand shook uncontrollably. He grabbed his wrist and muttered to himself.

"Damn it...I'm craving alcohol again!"

At the lift platform.

A handsome man with pink hair was secretly cutting the wires with pliers.

Let's call him Brother Pink, the irresponsible scumbag that Brother Cube mentioned just now.

He looked at the wires that he had cut with his own hands and couldn't help but smile wickedly.

Suddenly, a male voice was heard outside the door. Xiaofenge hid aside and eavesdropped secretly.

"The real sword suddenly disappeared."

"Sword? Oh!"

Brother Pink came to the storage room where Brother Cube was just staying, walked to the shelf, and picked up the sword that Brother Cube had just disassembled.

"This is so dangerous... Damn it, I have to go complain."

"No, wait a minute."

Little Pink Gordon stood there, suddenly having an idea.

"Rather than letting him die of electrocution on the lift, this method is more reliable."

"Anyway, I wasn't the one who got the sword wrong, so I can just treat it as an accident."

"The problem is... the show is about to start, how can I change roles before the actual performance?"

Pinkie put his fist to his chin and analyzed seriously.

"Got it! Discuss it with him right away!"

Brother Xiaofen came to a rest room.

A man with short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, smoking comfortably.

We just call him Brother Thick Eyebrows.

"What? Because you can't pay me back, so you're giving the role to me?"

"I'm sorry, I really can't prepare the money, so I'll give you my role."

The pink boy held the helmet and clothes in his hands, bent down, moved forward, and handed them to him sincerely.

Brother Thick Eyebrows made a "tsk" sound, turned him to the side with disdain, and put out his cigarette.

"Stop talking nonsense like that. The real show is about to begin."

Brother Thick Eyebrows lowered his eyes and thought.

Wait, this is just a pantomime anyway, there are no lines.

So there should be a way.

Brother Thick Eyebrows gave an intriguing smile.

"Okay, sure. That's it."

"I'll put the clothes here."

Little Pink snorted.