Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Twelve o'clock at night, Tokyo.

A Porsche 356A is speeding on the elevated road.

"Today's evening news: Two bodies were found in an underground parking lot, one male and one female. The bodies were already charred."

"However, next to the body, we found a broken mask and a burnt chess piece."

"The identities of the two bodies are still under investigation."

"Beep." Gin turned off the radio.

"Brother, are the two dead bodies Asaka and the orange-masked man?"

"Not necessarily." Gin lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

He let out a long breath: "But now, whether she is dead or alive has nothing to do with me."

"She's already dead in my case."

"Besides, her target is Rum."

"The internet is flooded with information about the incident that happened seventeen years ago. Let's see how Rum handles it."

Gin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Brother is right!"

Vodka clenched his fists and supported his sunglasses: "But, unknowingly, we helped Rum solve a mess again."

"I didn't expect that the reagents and confidential information would be discovered first by those freeloaders."

"No." Gin flicked the ash off his cigarette: "I think someone told them secretly, like they made some kind of promise with someone."

"Someone? Who is that someone?" Vodka turned his head and looked at Gin blankly.

"Ding! Ding!"

"Who is this? Why is this phone call to Big Brother?"

"Vermouth——call"

"What happened? Vermouth."

"You chose to call me at this time. I think it must be something very important."

Gin sat up straight and stretched his neck: "Suzuki Express?"

Gin said coldly: "I don't think Shirley would sit in such an eye-catching train."

"That's exactly why Shirley took advantage of it."

"That train has an independent compartment. If you want to avoid our search and leave Kanto by all means, you can."

"Don't you think this is a perfect way to move?"

Vermouth let her hair down, the soft light shone on her fair skin, she sat on the sofa, and raised her proud long legs.

She moved her slender feet, the curve of her instep was perfect and natural, her skin was white, tender and smooth, and every inch of her skin emitted an alluring luster.

A hint of pink appears at the ankles.

Vermouth has a bath towel wrapped around her chest, showing off her charming cleavage to the fullest, with a few drops of water hanging on her body.

She swirled the sherry in the glass and pursed her watery lips.

"But I find it hard to believe what you just said."

"Shirley actually hid in the mountains of Gunma Prefecture."

"I didn't expect this woman to be so good at hiding." Gin stared ahead, and Shirley's appearance kept flooding into his mind.

Ah, Shirley, I really miss you.

"Bourbon and Liquor, who received the intelligence, share the same opinion as you."

"They are third parties who happened to have contact with Shirley, and the information they provided is indeed not very credible."

Vermouth lowered her eyes slightly: "But if Shirley is really on that train, don't you think that is the best hunting ground?"

She loosened the towel wrapped around her chest.

"Indeed." Gin's low and hoarse voice came.

"As long as we can prevent her from getting off the bus, it will be a prison that will run fast."

"If we just use terror on her like we're hunting a deer."

"She will reveal her identity and stand in front of the gun." Gin bit his cigarette holder and showed a meaningful smile.

"I specifically leaked this valuable information to you. Do you know why?" Vermouth deliberately raised her voice.

"Do you want me to not take any action on my own before that iron snake returns to its nest?" Gin raised the corner of his mouth.

"But I haven't heard the name Shirley from you for a long time."

Gin held the armrest, his eyes were terribly cold: "I'm in a good mood."

"I was worried before, maybe you had some weird sympathy for her that exists between women."

"How is that possible?" Vermouth smiled and said in a long voice: "Did today's explosion and fire make you stupid, Gin?"

"Who do you think I am?" Vermouth drank the sherry in the glass.

Her face flushed slightly, and she wiped the corners of her mouth with her slender fingers. "Anyway, I'll contact you after the hunt is over."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

"beep."

Vermouth hung up the phone, frowning slightly, recalling the conversation she had with Conan in the car during the full moon.

"I will give up Shirley as agreed."

She moved her legs down and stood up from the sofa: "But, I'm not the one who's going to kill her."

"It's bourbon and liquor."

Vermouth stood in front of the glass, looking at the bustling city.

She tilted her head to look into the shower.

Although Shirley is equally important to you, I absolutely cannot let this woman live.

Don't hate me, there are two silver bullets in my heart.

Vermouth walked barefoot slowly towards the steamy shower room, stood on tiptoe, put her ear against the door, and knocked lightly.

"Boom, boom."

"You haven't finished washing yet? It's been so long, you're not afraid--"

Baijiu walked out of the bathroom and pushed the door open. He was wrapped in only a pink towel, revealing his strong and powerful muscles.

He put his arm around Belmode's waist and grabbed her towel: "What's wrong?"

"Just now when I was about to blow dry my hair, I seemed to vaguely hear you talking to someone on the phone, and it seemed like you were having a very enjoyable conversation."

The white wine has a hint of vinegar.

"Who else do you think I can call at this hour?"

Vermouth clenched her fist and gently hit Baijiu's chest.

"Do you have any idea about the operation in the next few days?"

"Who are you planning to disguise yourself as?"

Baijiu walked towards the table, shaking his empty glass.

"Have you finished drinking now?"

"But I'm not drunk this time." Vermouth moved Baijiu's hand to her shoulder.

"You don't need to think about it so much for now. Go to school in the next few days and get some information from Miss Suzuki."

Vermouth held Baijiu's face with both hands, pinched his tall nose bridge, and slowly moved her hands to his kidneys.

"Are Gin and the others participating in this operation?"

"Do not."

Vermouth put her arms around Baijiu's neck, looked at him lovingly, and smiled charmingly.

Standing on tiptoe, he slowly moved towards Baijiu's face.

He lifted up Vermouth's hot little face and placed his lips on her forehead.

She said softly, "I feel like you're becoming more and more gentle. I don't know if it's just my psychology."

Vermouth just smiled faintly: "I always treat the people I love like this."

He hugged Vermouth tightly, stroking her delicate face with one hand and resting the other hand on the back of her head.

She didn't struggle and closed her eyes.

Vermouth placed her hands on his chest, slowly exhaled hot air from her mouth, and tilted her head back to accept Baijiu's passionate kiss.

"Wait a moment....."

Vermouth stretched out her hand and pressed it against Baijiu's moist lips.

"Help me untie..."

The towel fell straight to her red feet.

"Now, the time belongs to both of us."