Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Let her cosplay this.

Baijiu showed a satisfied smile.

The answer has already come to my mind.

"Hey, Gou Yu."

"The character you asked me to cosplay."

"I don't think she'll be wearing anything revealing, or even nothing at all."

"One of them might be more revealing."

"I don't wear this outside, I just wear it at home."

"One thing, and the others?"

"Well, you didn't say anything about limiting the quantity."

Baijiu gave a sly smile, his eyebrows twitching.

"Well, you finally got your chance."

"This is the first one. Her name is Joel. She is a female killer."

"Her face and figure are very similar to yours."

A black dress with red lace lining and leg rings inlaid slightly below the thigh, revealing a beautiful back.

"This yellow flower hair accessory is quite pretty."

Vermouth looked at it carefully.

"But his face doesn't look like me at all."

"I don't look that dumb."

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and that's how you look to me."

"Don't give me that. I already know what you're going to say."

"What about the second one?"

"Wait, why is the neon signal so bad?"

"No signal at all."

Baijiu swung his phone, trying to get a signal.

Vermouth gradually relaxed, stood up from the soft sofa, and lazily put her hand around his neck.

"If you shake it harder, maybe you will get it."

With a smile in her eyes, Vermouth looked at Baijiu's phone screen charmingly.

"Really?"

Two fingers gently dipped the saliva from the lips and smeared the red spots on the neck of the white wine.

"call."

The white wine hissed, and a chill pierced into my heart, making me tremble involuntarily.

"What are you doing."

"It's been a few days, and it hasn't gone away yet."

"I'm healing your wounds."

Vermouth lowered her head slightly, moving her tiny nostrils.

Smelling the faint body fragrance and hormone scent of Baijiu.

The cold face pressed against Baijiu's face.

"Sure enough, the murderer always likes to return to the crime scene."

"Just don't injure me again."

Baijiu turned his head and smiled mischievously, stroking the ends of her hair.

The distance between the two people is only a millimeter.

They can clearly feel each other's exhaled breath.

"That's what you said, so I won't do that again."

Her voice was soft yet cool.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other and their noses touched.

Vermouth slowly closed her eyes and moved forward.

"Okay, this is it."

Baijiu handed the screen to Vermouth.

"Her name is Kugisaki Nobara, and I always like—"

"What did you want to say just now?"

Vermouth rested her forehead against Baijiu's.

A murderous aura was quietly staring at him.

"I am always happy. When I look at her, I can't help but smile."

"Oh~~It seems that you still like her, that's why you smile."

"After all, when you see someone you like, you can't help but smile."

"Oh, I've seen through you."

"There is more than one dog man."

Vermouth looked away and said indifferently.

"Another point."

“When people are laughing.”

"I can't help but look at the person I like."

Baijiu cleared his throat, raised his finger and added.

Vermouth made a "tsk" sound, chuckled, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Baijiu.

"See! I was right."

"stop."

"If we delay any longer, we'll have to eat dinner."

"It's not that exaggerated. There's more."

"I copied all the love words. I really want to tell you that they are true."

"Oh!!" Baijiu let out a scream.

Vermouth twisted his kidney as punishment.

She lowered her head, her hair resting on Baijiu's arm.

An itchy feeling went straight into my heart.

"You actually want to see me wearing black stockings, right?"

Vermouth saw through Baijiu's little thoughts at a glance.

Nonsense, which man would resist.

"But I feel like I look a little girly when I put it on."

"Aren't you just a little girl?"

"In three months, I will be twenty-nine, almost thirty."

"Do you think I'm still young?"

Not young anymore...five years older than me.

Eh?

how....

"But many people in the organization say that I am young, like I am just over 18 years old."

"That's because you take good care of yourself."

“It’s just one of the reasons.”

"The other reason has everything to do with you."

Vermouth raised her eyes, sighed softly, and spoke in a lazy and comfortable tone.

Baijiu was thinking rapidly in his mind.

"how do I say this?"

He did not choose to give in, gave up thinking, and chose to take a gamble.

Bet that Vermouth will tell him the truth about the poison.

"Do you have a lighter?"

"Lighter? Why, I don't have one."

"Didn't you quit smoking?"

"There's no lighter, so how can you light my heart?"

Vermouth put her hand on his chin.

Staring at the liquor seductively.

"I'm tired of hearing all that stuff from you. There's nothing new about it."

Vermouth stood up from her seat, clasping her hands together.

She took his hand and walked out the door.

Hello...it's closely related to me, you're not referring to...

Let me ignite her frozen heart.

"Have you told this to anyone else before?"

Baijiu was filled with strong jealousy and his face darkened.

"Those idiots in the organization said that to me. If I were to say this to them."

"Let's take vodka, for example."

"I think I'll vomit before I finish."

"Because his face is so ugly!"

At this moment, Vodka, who was sitting in the cab, suddenly sneezed.

"Ah Qiu!!!!!!"

Gin's Porsche 356A suddenly shook, and the chassis was under pressure that was not suitable for its age.

A sudden brake caused the entire team in the car to move forward in unison.

Vodka used his palm to wipe the snot flowing from his nostrils, opening his palms back and forth, and the snot made a "puffing" sound in his hands.

Marula, you're in trouble.

Gin took the cigarette butt that was covered with saliva from his mouth.

Black lines hung on his gloomy face, and his eyes were like a puddle of mud.

It stared at Vodka like a cursed spirit filled with resentment.

"There are many ways to not want to work, and there are many ways to want to die."

"Do you have to choose this most disgusting way?"

Gin raised his pistol and said threateningly to Morihan.

"Vodka, you are sick."

"Maybe I have a cold."

"Did you eat shit? Stop suddenly."

"I had fried dough sticks and soy milk for breakfast."

"Do you know why Kiel hates you?"

"Think about yourself."

Chianti was output in the rear.

He spoke fluent Neon dialect and his saliva sprayed all over the car.

Vodka lowered his head and smiled silently.

Kiel is such a little fool.

In order not to affect work, I told everyone.

"Chianti, attention, image."

"Vodka, you really should reflect on yourself."

Cohen put his hand on Chianti's shoulder and comforted him.

"Go away! Don't touch me."

"You're not much better, second brother, don't laugh at your elder brother."

The second idiot even commented on the bigger idiot.

Chianti moved Cohen's hand aside.

"Oh fine."

Cohen obediently moved his butt to the right.

"呲呲呲."

He moved his butt and farted, taking revenge on Chianti.

"I'm sorry...everyone."

Vodka touched the brim of his hat with his snot-stained palms and smiled embarrassedly.

“Vodka!!”

Everyone said in unison.

Inside this 356A.

The sealed space is a hodgepodge.