Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

A ray of sunlight shines in through the gap in the curtains.

A pair of black lace underwear was hanging at the corner of the bed.

The sheets were wrinkled and somewhat messy.

Baijiu opened his eyes hazily, his nose was a little blocked and he even felt a little cold. He raised his eyes and looked at the air conditioner above.

20°

Why is it set so low...is it really that hot?

He carefully moved away, and Vermouth placed her two delicate and slender hands on her abdomen.

Baijiu slowly raised his hips, leaned back, stared ahead with empty eyes, and was in a daze.

He bit his lip and looked at Vermouth who was sleeping beside him.

A faint stream of warm air came out of her nostrils, blowing on Baijiu's shoulders.

How will it end now...?

It’s all the vodka’s fault. Why did it have to turn into a gun?

"Buzz."

Baijiu took out the cell phone from under the pillow.

Suzuki Jirokichi? Why did he message me?

"Ichiyu, long time no see!"

"The Mystery Train pass ring has been sent to your house!"

"The Suzuki Express will be leaving in a few days."

"Help me be a bodyguard and watch out for Kidd."

"Thank you! --Suzuki Jirokichi"

What....taking the train? It looks so boring.

"Buzz"

Hmm? Baijiu clicked on the phone full of red messages.

"Missed call - Chianti x1"

"Missed call - Gin x3"

"Missed call - Vodka x18"

Baijiu's hand stopped sliding and he couldn't help swallowing.

I don’t have the courage to click on the message covered in red.

Because it was already 11 o'clock, half an hour had passed since the agreed time.

"Vermouth, Vermouth!" Baijiu put his hands on her shoulders, leaned close to her ear, and repeated in a low and soft voice.

"What's wrong....."

Vermouth opened her charming and beautiful eyes, with a lazy ending.

"What time is it? Why is it so cold?"

Vermouth wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and shivered.

"I haven't turned it off yet. You haven't seen how cold it is when we first get up."

Baijiu scratched his back which still had some red marks on it: "Are you still going? Or you can just continue sleeping here."

"After all, in a sense, you don't belong to the Gin Group either."

Baijiu sat up from the bed, picked up Vermouth's underwear, her face flushed slightly, and handed it to her shyly.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Besides, if you're idle at home, you're idle too."

Vermouth tied the belt behind her and said in a playful tone.

"Secondly, if I don't go, how can I determine whether the person who set the fire and attacked Budweiser and Cohen were the same person?"

"You don't have any other purpose, do you?" Vermouth gave a wicked smile.

"By the way, let me make it clear in advance that I don't mean anything else."

"I don't like the feeling of being abandoned."

She pulled up the hem of her trousers, walked towards the wine with her long, white legs, and looked at him meaningfully.

She raised three slender fingers and poked them at his chest, half-closed her eyes, and spoke calmly.

"I don't like the feeling of betrayal, no matter what."

Baijiu seemed to have planned it all along and guessed what Vermouth would say, so he smiled slightly.

"If I were this kind of person, would you like me?"

"You will not allow, or indulge, my behavior in the early hours of the morning."

She just shook her head and smiled: "We are all adults--"

Baijiu looked down at his watch and said, "It's getting late, let's pack up and leave."

He grabbed the wrinkled tissue beside the bed, grabbed it in his hand, threw it into the trash can beside him, and walked to the bathroom in his slippers.

Looking at the chicken coop-like hairstyle, I sighed silently.

After brushing my teeth, as usual, I felt a strong nausea and retched.

"Ugh! Ugh!! Poof."

Baijiu was going through the usual process and was about to splash the hot water on his face when he was paused by the sight in the pool.

Black...black blood?

How...how come there is another one? What's going on?

Baijiu covered his heart with his hands, his expression becoming serious.

"Why do you make this weird noise every morning?"

The sound of Vermouth's footsteps and voices was getting closer and closer, and Baijiu hurriedly used water to wash away the black blood on the pool.

"I put your clothes on the bed."

Vermouth came to Baijiu, blocking the door, looked at him seductively, and pulled the black stockings on her thighs with her hands.

It shows off the beautiful silhouette, and the upper body is a casual belly-baring top.

She leaned against the door frame and asked teasingly, "How do you like this outfit?"

"It's okay." Baijiu answered absentmindedly.

"Doesn't it look good?"

Vermouth's mood instantly became much lower. Although she didn't show it, her feeling of loss could still be seen through her micro-expressions.

Baijiu came to his senses immediately, reacted, and hurriedly explained: "Sorry...it was a bit perfunctory." He looked around, trying to find a solution, and suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

"Have you seen my ring?" Baijiu found an excuse to respond.

"So you still remember it. I thought you were going to abandon it."

Vermouth put her hand on her thin lips and placed the ring in Baijiu's palm.

"I wanted to see how strong your evaluation was before I planned to give it to you."

"Huh!" Baijiu sighed vividly and put on a relaxed attitude: "You scared me, I thought I lost it."

Vermouth walked to the sink, wearing a hair band, applying various skin care products and facial cleansers, without noticing anything unusual.

"Do you still need my approval of your fashion sense? But why are you wearing belly-baring clothes? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea?"

Baijiu asked curiously, patting her belly.

"I'm wearing a black leather jacket outside, and the wind isn't strong today." Vermouth said vaguely, with her hands on her hips.

"Go brush your teeth first, and be out in ten minutes."

Baijiu hurried back to the living room, took out his phone and searched online: "What disease is vomiting black blood?"

"Lung cancer, stomach cancer, colon cancer."

unbelievable.

The physical examination a few days ago was normal.

Baijiu deleted the search history naturally as usual and put on his clothes quickly.

Is it really about inhaling that gas?

Still in the body?

Could it be that I got some virus?

"Let's go, Baijiu, you should be the driver today."

Vermouth handed the car keys to him.

inside the car.

"Although your dream is rather outrageous, in my heart."

"It's far less outrageous than a vodka heart with a butt." Vermouth took out her cell phone and sent a message to Gin.

"We'll be there soon, but there's a traffic jam. - Vermouth"

Vermouth stroked the ends of his hair, touched his thigh, and looked at the white wine thoughtfully.

"Stop messing around...what are you groping for?"

Vermouth rolled her eyes: "I just wanted to find my lipstick. Didn't I put it in your pocket before I left?"

"Oh... I was thinking in the wrong direction..."

"hey-hey."

Meanwhile, the masked man was in the shadows, talking on the intercom.

"They're heading to the hospital."