Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Let's go! We can't waste any more liquor!"

"Look at the time."

"But there's still a third cosplay I haven't seen yet."

"She is exactly like you, both are cool and mature."

"Don't even think about stalling for time. Watch it when you get off the elevator."

"Gou Yu! Don't think I can't see what you're thinking."

"Just take a look!"

Baijiu's hand touched her waist and showed her the role.

Vermouth made a "tsk" sound.

"I'm not going to tie my braids in the front like she does."

"Get out of the way. I need to find some clothes."

Vermouth pulled out layer after layer of drawers, rummaging through men's clothes, biting her thumb and thinking.

Baijiu lay flat on the bed and picked up the clothes beside the bed: "Can't I just wear the same outfit from yesterday? Why do you have to change so frequently?"

"I'm not going out for a blind date or to find a partner."

"If that's your purpose."

"You have become a piece of foam now."

“How cruel.”

Baijiu said, imitating Vermouth's tone.

"Here, this set should be more suitable for you."

“Maybe a little small.”

Vermouth threw the clothes at Baijiu's face.

It exudes a rich and refreshing lavender scent.

"You are not allowed to peek at me changing clothes."

Vermouth turned her head and looked at Baijiu warily.

"Why are you being so reserved? It will be revealed sooner or later anyway."

Baijiu crossed his legs and supported himself with his arms.

He tilted his head back with a wicked smile on his face.

"simply--"

"Peng!"

With a loud slam of the door, Baijiu was driven out.

Be honest.

"I'm still greedy..."

At the same time, Gin and the others heard the sound of doors closing.

"Peng!"

Gin walked into an alley and supported himself against the wall.

He half-bent his knees and retched, spitting out the cigarette ash remaining in his throat.

Suddenly he felt something soft and damp under his feet.

A puppy came out from between his legs.

She twisted her little butt and disappeared in front of him as if nothing had happened.

Gin didn't hesitate.

He pulled a pistol from his bosom and aimed it at the puppy, about seven or eight months old.

"Gin, it looks like Curacao is coming on this mission as well."

Chianti walked over, blocked the puppy with his body, and presented the contents on the phone to Gin.

"Today is really a double whammy."

He muttered to himself, putting the gun back into his arms.

"Gin, undercover, list, here, start from which one, kill."

Cohen held the list in both hands sincerely and spoke in a dull tone.

"I will send Curacao to help you eliminate the undercover agent - Rum"

"Rum."

"This shameless beast."

"If the management is stricter, there won't be so many rats."

"Indeed, when you see a rat, it means the pipe is already full of rats," Chianti echoed.

Gin tore open a thick stack of undercover names with his bare hands and threw them into the air. He took out a cigarette and slid the lighter, making a "swish" sound.

"You don't have to come, Cohen."

Gin called out to Cohen who was about to bend down to pick it up.

"Let Vodka pick it up later and piece it together."

"Then, Gin."

"How to arrange it in Curacao?"

"Brother! The interior of the car has been wiped."

Vodka waved his hand and took heavy steps, the soles of his shoes making noises, running towards this side like an orangutan.

"Let Curacao handle it with him."

Chianti suppressed the upward movement of the corners of his mouth and was secretly delighted.

Great! Gin, you finally came to your senses!

Finally got rid of this annoying guy.

"Brother, what do you mean, where are we going——"

The quality of Vodka's leather shoes is very worrying.

Is it easier to slip than normal people?

Or does he have a special pica?

His feet slipped and his face fell towards the end of Gin's shoes.

(Use your imagination to imagine the scene.)

Everyone gasped and was completely speechless towards him.

"Yummy, huh? Vodka."

Cohen gave a fake smile.

"Cohen! Are you stupid?"

Chianti punched Cohen in the stomach.

In an instant, in the alley behind.

There was the sound of light footsteps.

The soft sound of high heels hitting the ground gradually approached them.

"that......."

A white shirt with a dark blue tight skirt.

A silver lady wearing flesh-colored stockings came out of the dark alley.

Curacao stroked the ends of his hair, looked down at his watch, crossed his arms, and asked in a gentle and polite tone.

"Am I late?"

"No, we just encountered an emergency and gathered here in advance."

Chianti unlocked the conversation while chewing bubble gum, pointing his eyes and head towards Vodka, signaling.

He said gloatingly, patting Curacao's narrow waist.

"That's your partner."

Vodka wiped his mouth and staggered to his feet.

Gin and Curacao handed the tissues and wet wipes to Vodka at the same time, and gave instructions to Vodka in a low and hoarse voice.

"Don't embarrass me. You can throw away this coat now."

"But brother, it's expensive!"

"I'll reimburse you!"

Upon hearing this, Vodka took off his black suit without saying a word and threw it into the trash can.

I've been waiting for you to say this for a long time!

"I've sent you the electronic version. Please act according to what we discussed in the car."

"learn!"

The three of them split into two teams and disappeared from sight.

In the dark alley, only Vodka and Curacao were left.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to go to the convenience store next door and help you clean your wound?"

Curacao said gently, constantly invading Vodka's heart.

"Vodka?"

"Vodka? Are you okay?"

"Does it need bandaging?"

He looked at Curacao and gradually revealed a childlike smile.

Curacao, like an angel, gradually hallucinated her as Kiel.

Scenes of falling in love, getting married, and opening a fishery as a family of three emerged in my mind.

"Hey hey hey."

Mr. Vodka.

Will you marry Kiel?

"I agree."

Curacao looked like a bottle of vodka.

I felt a sense of powerlessness in my heart.

I'm just being polite.

You really let me bandage you.

No wonder they somewhat isolated him.

It turns out that he is mentally ill.

Curacao shook the vodka in front of his face with doubt.

"Hey, hey, hey, wife."

"What are you doing?"

"Peng!"

A loud bang echoed through the alley.

Gin and his group, who were several hundred meters away, heard the loud noise.

"What's that noise? Did you hear it, Gin?"

"Is this guy Vodka doing his homework again?"

"Someone must have kicked the trash can over."

Gin stopped at the door of a tavern.

"It's the first time they meet, he shouldn't do anything stupid."

At the same time, less than three kilometers away.

Inside the Mori Detective Agency.

Kogoro Mouri slumped on the sofa, picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, pulled his beard, and muttered to himself.

"Really? They've been reporting this news since this morning."

Kogoro drank beer in big gulps, looking like a drunk.

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the robbery happened a week ago."

Xiaolan put her arms on the sofa and poked Kogoro with her horn.

“Also, the person who worked at the bank was shot and killed.”

"Huh." Kogoro took a deep puff of cigarette and blew out smoke rings.

"Dad, I'm choking!"

Xiaolan fanned herself with her hands and said with disgust on her face.

"Sorry, Xiaolan, I didn't notice."

Upon seeing this, Maori immediately destroyed the cigarette butt and put it into the ashtray.

"I remember that guy. He seemed to be trying to resist the robbers, so he was shot."

"not necessarily."

Ok?

A cute Conan appeared under their feet.

"Because according to a customer who was doing business at the bank, he raised his hands and looked like he was begging the murderer."

"He was saying, OK, stop it now."

Kogoro looked at Conan with disdain, rubbed his curled hair, and spoke hoarsely.

"But that would only arouse the murderer, and if he gets angry and shoots him, it would be no different from resisting."

"But people really can't do bad things."

Bourbon came to them with hot sandwiches and a smile on his face.

At Vermouth's house.

"How about this outfit?"

Vermouth looked at the liquor with expectant eyes.

She wore a burgundy top and a black arm-wrapped skirt, which perfectly outlined her beautiful figure.

Baijiu looked him up and down, resting his fist on his chin in deep thought, and stared at Vermouth.

"Doesn't it look good?"

"nice."

"Then why are you looking at me all the time? Is there something in my eyes?"

Vermouth picked up the small mirror from the table and looked at it.

"No, I just think you have beautiful eyes."

Vermouth understood immediately and pursed her lips into a straight line.

A speechless expression.

"It's only suitable for me."

"Oh." Vermouth shook her head helplessly.

"With someone like you."

"There's really nothing to talk to you about except love."

Vermouth traced his jaw with her slender fingers, her proud eyes fixed on the liquor.

With her purple lips slightly opened, she moved closer to him, her hands clasped together involuntarily, and Baijiu closed her eyes.

"Go drive."

Vermouth put the key into Baijiu's fingers.

"If you want to kiss, let's do it tonight."

"Now there is no atmosphere and emotion brewing, it's a bit stiff-"

"Boom."

"Being stiff won't delay anything."

Baijiu pursed his wet lips and moved her face to the side.

"Wait for me at the elevator door. I'm spraying some perfume."

Baijiu walked out the door and looked down at his phone.

At the same time, Vermouth also looked down at her cell phone.

"Boss! That handsome dark-skinned guy has gone upstairs!"

"Vermouth, Bourbon has gone to the detective agency."

They both smiled at the same time.

At the same time, he fiddled with his fingers and tapped on the screen.

"Continue to monitor."