Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"you......"

"Really? What kind of dreams did you have tonight?"

"Vodka's heart grows in its ass."

Vermouth leaned on Baijiu's shoulder and smiled.

The body was shaking slightly.

Two delicate white jade hands kneaded his forearms.

Vermouth, your sense of humor...

Something is strange.

"That family's text burning is really hidden."

"This is the same alley as the other one. It's like a nesting doll."

"I'm curious about how you found it then."

Baijiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and fanned himself with his hands.

The sun is stronger today than usual.

And he was curious.

Why doesn't Vermouth sweat?

This makes him feel weak...

“That’s the power of good food.”

Vermouth put her hand on Baijiu's belly.

"We're here. This is the monjayaki restaurant."

They pushed aside the door curtain and took off their shoes.

He came to a table and sat cross-legged.

The two of them leaned against each other, their flushed feet touching each other from time to time.

"Chris, long time no see."

An old lady greeted kindly.

"Where's Mizunashi Rena? Didn't she come over?"

"She had something to do, so she didn't come."

Vermouth gently squeezed Baijiu's palm.

Play with it in the palm of your hand like a toy.

It rested on her thigh which felt like a cool sticker.

His fingernails kept scratching the palm of his hand.

Very provocative.

"I understand you. It must be because of him."

"You two are a perfect match."

"Thank you, Ms. Fengzi."

"Let's have six servings of monjayaki, just like last time."

"Are there any drinks here?" Baijiu raised his hand.

“Only green tea and wolfberry tea.”

"I personally recommend wolfberry tea."

"Young man, take more supplements."

"Hello, she's fine too."

Old Mrs. Fengzi raised her funny eyebrows.

Her eyes curved into crescents, looking towards his kidneys, suggestively.

"Um... Auntie, we are still——"

"Go outside and buy two Cokes. I'm going to wash my hands."

Vermouth interrupted the topic calmly.

She stood up, holding onto Baijiu's wrist, and patted his muscular back.

Five minutes later, Baijiu arrived at the door of the hotel, holding two bottles of sugar-free cola in both hands.

Suddenly, he frowned and showed an incredible expression.

Oh shit...is an old lady randomly refreshed?

I saw an old lady with dyed yellow hair, shaking her fists, closing her eyes, raising her head slightly, and her lips half open.

Dancing a confusing dance.

Humming a song quietly.

"Nobody, nobody, but, you."

"Clap clap."

"Nobody, nobody, but, you."

"Oh, handsome boy, you are fascinated by me."

The yellow-haired old lady suddenly blushed shyly, twisted her body, and murmured, which was very charming and seductive.

"Gou Yu, what are you doing?"

"Come in quickly."

"Hey! Ms. Busujima, you're here too!"

"You... know each other?"

The three of them sat at the table, picked up their knives and forks, and ate their monjayaki in big mouthfuls.

"Ms. Busujima, I used to be a dancer at the Ginza Theater."

"She is also the owner and chef of this restaurant and has a very good personality."

She took the opportunity of drinking Coke to introduce white wine to others.

Vermouth seemed to be really hungry.

Her mouth was full, and she had lost some of her former reserve and elegance.

"Really delicious."

"Really? Then I'll have a taste too."

Baijiu raised his eyes and looked at the posters on the wall.

Tokyo Fashion Old Lady Festival

Suddenly!

"Ah... ahem! Help....help me."

Busujima suddenly covered her throat and showed a painful expression.

The smell of murder?

Baijiu did not choose to save people at the first moment, but stood up.

Looking around.

Since Kogoro and Conan are not here, it probably isn't a murder case.

"What are you doing, Yiyu."

"I'm looking for a way to save her."

In a sense, this is true.

Old lady Busujima drank tea in big gulps and coughed violently.

"cough!!"

A small, hard cabbage heart.

Spit into her palm.

"Ken....someone must be trying to kill me!"

Busujima's face was gloomy and he spoke in a heavy tone.

“That’s why we put cabbage hearts in monjayaki!”

Um... Vermouth has eaten five plates.

What! ! !

Five plates! ?

Baijiu showed a completely different expression, quite surprised.

She wouldn't be saving her stomach just to eat this, right?

"Boss, give me another plate."

"okay."

After old lady Busujima handed the monjima to Vermouth.

Cishi's expression instantly drooped again.

He said seriously, holding the cup in his hand.

"I...I think I know who the criminal is!"

"what?"

Vermouth held Baijiu's wrist.

He shook his head slightly and kept eating.

"It must be someone among my best friends!"

"Several of us have been called before."

""Tsukishima's Poisonous Buu Shuu"."

Uh...what a crappy name.

"My name is Dudao, which means poison."

"Buta is cloth."

"Stop, stop, stop...get to the point."

Baijiu stretched out his hand and interrupted old lady Dudao.

Her slow speaking speed.

In today's fast-food culture society, it seems out of place.

"That day, the four of us gathered together and had a tea party here."

An old lady with green hair spoke first. Let’s call her the Green Lady.

"Hey! Have you heard about it?"

"Girls now don't drink skim milk at school. This is not acceptable."

Old Lady Zi added, "They don't know what hard times are like!"

The dark-skinned old lady, who looked like a sports student, said, "Is there no more on campus now?"

"Ikkyu is studying hard even while carrying firewood on his back!"

Old lady Busujima clapped her hands and pointed her finger excitedly, "Isn't that the person who created the Yellow Oriole Jomon culture?"

The green old lady looked unhappy, "Really! Busujima, you think you're so great just because you went to a girls' school? You always show off your education."

"Oh my, we are all country dogs~~okay." Old Lady Green said in a sarcastic tone, making her ugly face.

"That's right, that's right, why are you pretending?" Old Lady Zi cheered.

“We didn’t receive much compulsory education, but don’t get carried away!”

"How did you two get together?"

Baijiu asked, frowning.

He drank the remaining half cup of Coke in Vermouth.

"Gou Yu, you drank what I drank."

Vermouth spoke incoherently.

Baijiu took out a bottle of "Diaosi Drink" from his pocket slowly, "You shouldn't mind, right?"

With a smile in his eyes, he wiped Vermouth's mouth with a tissue and stroked her hair.

"I've already kissed you, so why would you mind?"

Vermouth said this in a hypocritical way.

"Then don't kiss me anymore, or I'll sew my mouth shut when we get back."

"I won't stick out my tongue anymore."

"No."

"Ahem! Just listen to what I have to say first."

Mrs. Busujima cleared her throat.

"Auntie, I've been here too!"

"I think...the murderer is one of the three of them."

Uh.....How come the murderer is here again?

"Oh ho, there's nothing I can do about it, for a girl my age."

“I always speak my mind.”

The old lady rubbed her soft, old hands and said shyly.

girl........?

"So, can you two help me investigate the murderer?"

She blinked her big, Caroline eyes and looked at them pleadingly.

"Chris, your boyfriend must be very smart."

"Please, I'll make you something delicious next time."

Just like that, under the sweet talk of Mrs. Dudao, the two of them came to the high-speed rail station where Mrs. Lu often stayed.

Just 50 meters to the side.

Actually, it was because Vermouth ate too much.

Want to digest the food.

But it turns out.

Vermouth faces delicious food.

Still very edible.

"Thank you! Please let me know when you find out the answer!"

"Ok!"

They held hands and strolled leisurely beside the high-speed railway station.

"I don't know what the old lady looks like, how can I investigate her?"

"Are you really going to investigate?"

"How is that possible? I'm just complaining."

"I don't like working overtime or doing things that are not planned."

Ok?

"Of course, accompanying you out doesn't count."

Baijiu immediately changed his tune.

Ok.

"You two are so relaxed. When can Gin give me some time off so we can go on a date alone?"

Chianti looked away with envy in his eyes.

"Are you planning to find a partner?"

Cohen asked dully.

"No, I'm just... a little envious."

“This feeling of being loved.”

Chianti's voice got quieter as he spoke.

The soft face was lying on the armrest.

"I am different. I am not interested in love affairs at all."

Yes, the second idiot in the organization, the number two human machine.

"Hurry up and carry out the mission. Brother Gin has gone on a killing spree."

"Vodka, that, group, is second only to, gin."

"If Curacao didn't have vodka, there would be more killings."

Chianti adjusted his mood and teased with his hands on his hips.

"It's so hot out here, do you want some water?"

"The diaosi drink should be finished."

"Well, I need to go to the bathroom."

Vermouth hung the handbag around Baijiu's neck.

After Vermouth disappeared from his sight.

They both took out their phones at the same time and checked the messages.

"Unidentified gunshots were heard at the Mori Detective Agency."

"Someone's dead!"