Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Hey, Gou Yu." Vermouth looked at him playfully.

"What else did you do to me yesterday?"

"Tell the truth quickly."

Vermouth snuggled up to him, pulled his ears with her hands, and looked into his helpless eyes.

"I won't say anything..."

Baijiu turned his head helplessly to the side and looked at the several empty red wine bottles on the bedside table.

It would be strange if I didn't get drunk after so many bottles...

But.....what does that candle mean? .....

"You were drunk... and you just threw the towel away..."

"hiss."

Baijiu took a deep breath and felt a tingling sensation in his ears, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Because his arm was against...

"No need to explain in such detail. What time did you bring me back?" Vermouth frowned, raised her forehead slightly, and looked at him seriously.

"About five o'clock..." Baijiu glanced upwards and recalled in his mind: "Because the water was not hot at that time, it felt a little cold."

He blew his nose, pulled out some toilet paper from the bedside, turned his back to Vermouth, lowered his head and blew his nose.

"I feel a little weak, but I'm fine."

"Because you didn't let go of me."

Baijiu pinched her upturned nose and stroked the back of her head.

"Did you close your eyes when you changed my underwear?"

Vermouth traced his jaw with her fingers, her tone was very teasing, and her eyes were fixed on Baijiu with a lingering gaze.

"Of course, I changed it for you based on my memory."

"Gentleman, you understand me." Baijiu hugged her, showing his white teeth and smiling harmlessly.

"I don't believe it. The more we get along, the more your true colors will show."

"If you don't believe me, ask Qiuqiu. It witnessed it all."

Baijiu looked hopeless and dull, and spoke seriously.

"If Qiuqiu could really speak human language, I would ask you to repeat it again."

"Just because I drank too much doesn't mean I have lost my intelligence."

Their foreheads were touching. Although it was already noon outside, the dim atmosphere made the scene seem somewhat ambiguous.

"So how did you get through all that underwear."

"Find these two most childish ones?"

"Gou Yu."

Vermouth pressed her thumb against his throat, half-closed her eyes, and questioned.

“Returning to nature, people should keep a childlike heart.”

Baijiu's voice turned into a duck's voice, and he was about to get a stitch in the side.

"Just be happy, kid. Let me check your phone."

"You didn't take any secret photos while I was sleeping, did you?"

"........."

"I don't have that crappy habit. I don't have the habit of recording my life."

Baijiu handed the phone to Vermouth, sat up from the bed, and rubbed his face.

He opened the drawer, held the razor, and shaved his beard with a "sizzling" sound, looking at the ground with empty eyes.

"Gin doesn't have a mission, right?"

"No."

She stared at the screen with her bright eyes, and her nails made a "clicking" sound as she quickly slid down the screen.

"Don't worry, I didn't take ugly photos of you while you were sleeping."

Baijiu put on slippers, touched her hair which was like a bird's nest, and walked along the floor.

"I know, I'm just sending you beautiful photos."

"Not a drop left... I still want to taste it."

"There's some on the counter. If you want some, take it yourself."

"No." Baijiu looked down at his watch, "It shouldn't be long before the holiday ends."

"Gin's personality will definitely give me a full schedule."

"Ding."

"Gin?"

Vermouth hummed, presented the cell phone message in front of Baijiu, pursed her lips, and her eyes looked a little dim and lost.

"At 6pm, the undercover agents will be assassinated. The list is in the document below. - Gin"

"Undercover List - Gin"

List: 20 people

"I..."

"Gin, come on and give me a big one."

“I’m a little doubtful now…”

"Am I in the operations group or the intelligence group..."

"I think this is to help you get a feel for the game. There will probably be some big moves later."

"Send me the document."

"...What are you doing?"

"You want to follow me too?..."

"Is it not possible? You are in such a bad condition now, your injuries haven't healed yet, and you like to do stupid things."

Vermouth shook her fingers and rolled her eyes slightly.

"Besides, I don't have any mission."

"What's the point of being alone at home?"

Forehead.....

How did you get by before you met me?...

Baijiu saw through Vermouth's little thoughts, licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and showed a faint smile.

"Don't worry." Baijiu moved his body, making a "crunching" sound of joints, and flicked her fingers, interlocking them together and clasping them tightly.

"The most serious injuries on my body right now are the red spots you planted on me."

"I can do 50 push-ups with one hand now, no problem."

"But if you really want to come, I won't stop you."

"Then I won't come." Vermouth started with zero frames.

"Just kidding, 20 people is indeed a bit difficult for me. Even if you don't actively ask, I still need your help."

"What are you going to do with your clothes?"

Vermouth stopped Baijiu who was drinking beside her, pressed the screen of her mobile phone, and glanced down at the time.

"It's only what time now, and he didn't tell you to kill all 20 people today."

"I didn't say...I was leaving."

Baijiu placed his hand on the ends of Vermouth's hair.

"Look at the time now. You must be hungry." Baijiu rubbed Vermouth's belly and said gently.

"If I don't wear clothes, my body will be hurt to death."

"What are you going to cook? I have almost no ingredients at home."

Baijiu half-squinted his eyes, poked her forehead with his fingers, and outlined the ends of her hair.

"How about going to the kitchen?"

"It's all what you like."

"Did you go grocery shopping this morning?"

"Yeah, otherwise, I thought you could tell."

"Wait, I'll go with you."

"You're just wearing this...?"

"Nonsense, I definitely need to get dressed."

"That's a good idea."

at the same time.

Inside an abandoned garage.

Five people were tied to pillars, their bodies covered with wounds.

He stared at Vodka with a dying look.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question!!"

Vodka grabbed the hair of a scarred man and poked his abdomen with the tip of his shoe, threatening and intimidating him.

“Hurry up and tell me!!”

"Snapped!!"

"I told you to speak quickly."

Vodka kicked a kidnapped person with his shoe, but the kidnapper dodged and missed the step, falling to the ground.

"Why did you move?!" Vodka was furious and grabbed his collar.

"You hit me...can't I move..."