Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

No way, no one will survive my gunshot.

Unless... this kid Conan really deceived everyone and created a huge scam.

Baijiu cut and edited the video he had just recorded, sent it to Champagne, and added a message.

"With the help of Bourbon, I have accomplished my goal as you requested. - Liquor"

"Sulli is completely dead, sleeping forever on the Suzuki Express. - White Wine"

"Be careful of rum, this may be a powerful evidence to bring him down. - White wine"

Baijiu closed his phone and took a long breath: "Even if he is still alive, what does it have to do with me?"

"You can't just remove my position from me."

Baijiu snorted disdainfully, then showed a happy expression and leaned against the wall: "At least for me, this operation."

"All are advantages, without any disadvantages!"

"The day when you become famous is just around the corner!"

"Ding!"

Huh? So fast, reply in seconds.

"Where are you? Why can't I see you——Vermouth"

Baijiu poked his head out from the corner and saw Vermouth standing in the corridor looking around.

"Cough cough!"

Vermouth quickly turned sideways, met Baijiu's eyes, trotted up to him, and stared at his face carefully.

"Don't worry, you're not hurt." Baijiu stroked the ends of her hair and helped her tie it up.

Vermouth took off her shoes and socks, revealing her pink soles, and stepped on the ground: "Where are the clothes for changing? Did you take them?"

Baijiu raised the suitcase in his hand and patted it gently: "How could I forget this."

He laid the suitcase flat on the ground and asked, "Do I need to change?"

Vermouth handed the shoes and clothes to Baijiu: "Why should I bring a pair of men's clothes if I don't need them?"

Baijiu took it and threw it directly out of the window: "When will we contact Gin?"

Suddenly, Baijiu turned his head back to its original position.

"Don't act like a gentleman now. It's not like I'm without clothes."

"Are you sure there is no surveillance in this place, right?" Vermouth asked while pinching Baijiu's face.

"I'm not that stupid." Baijiu dragged a chair over: "Sit down for a while, we should be arriving soon, right?"

"Hmm." She pulled up her thick black stockings and raised her long legs. "I'll contact Gin then."

"That woman Shirley is finally dead." Vermouth couldn't help but clench her palms and stare into the distance with hatred.

Baijiu patted his chest confidently: "Don't forget, I also gave her a lot of advice for her death."

"Including the fact that I accurately predicted that a case would occur."

Vermouth took out her phone and typed a message: "Thanks~ Please help me tie my hair."

"You won't be reluctant, will you?" Vermouth turned her head and looked at him flatteringly.

Baijiu sighed and said, "How is that possible? Let me show you a trick I secretly learned last night."

"Did you wake up in the middle of the night yesterday?" Vermouth raised her voice.

"You don't remember it?" Baijiu shrugged, put his finger on his chin and recalled: "Yesterday's temperature was so high and low that I had a stomachache in the middle of the night."

Baijiu loosened his hand and described it with dancing hands: "You were holding me very tightly at that time, I couldn't break it off, you know."

"If it's any later, I will——"

"Stop." Vermouth turned around and covered Baijiu's mouth.

"After the mission, we still have to go eat seafood, and I don't want to reduce my appetite."

"Okay, okay." Baijiu rubbed Belmode's belly: "There shouldn't be any bourbon, right?"

"Nonsense." Vermouth rolled her eyes. "Why call him? Unless he's willing to be a light bulb."

"Okay, look at the hair I did for you. Two braids. Not bad, right?"

Vermouth lifted her pigtails with her hands. With a smile on her face, she said, "Call the Gin Bar. We'll be arriving soon."

"But is Shirley really dead?" Baijiu bit his thumb and asked, "Aren't you afraid that Bourbon has other intentions?"

Vermouth smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I have certainly considered these."

Inside Nagoya Station.

"Sherry is dead?" Gin believed it without a doubt.

"Are you sure about this? Vermouth, aren't you afraid that this woman will play some tricks?"

Vermouth replied: "Yes, Bourbon said he saw with his own eyes that the woman was blown away along with the truck compartment."

"So the train stopped at the nearby station." Vermouth tapped the liquor and signaled to get off.

Baijiu looked out the window at the train which was gradually slowing down and slowly stopped at the station.

He put a fake beard into his jaw and put on a short silver hair.

Vermouth put on light blue sunglasses and carried a small shoulder bag: "All passengers in the car have been called in for questioning by the police."

The two of them walked out of the carriage together with the crowd.

Vermouth said playfully: "It's a pity that Baijiu and I can't meet you in Nagoya."

Gin asked coldly: "Is that why you used the bomb?"

He lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth: "If there is an explosion in the train, the train must be stopped as soon as possible."

Vermouth nodded: "That's right, if it's just Shirley, being blown to pieces should be enough, right?"

Vermouth hung up the phone, showed a happy expression, and was about to walk towards the liquor.

In a trance, he stopped where he was, listening carefully to the conversation of the Baigai Group in the rear.

Ayumi said: "But it really gave me a scare!"

Mitsuhiko sighed, "I didn't expect that Huibara was actually in Room B of Carriage 7."

Yuan Tai guessed: "Maybe because the uncle died, his room is vacant."

Ayumi added: "It turned out that after going to the toilet, she suddenly felt dizzy and ran to rest."

Vermouth turned her head and saw Haibara lying on Professor Agasa, and she couldn't help but feel deeply shocked.

Dr. Agasa smiled awkwardly: "Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet."

"She is so tired that she is sleeping soundly now."

Professor Agasa and his group passed by Vermouth.

I see. Yukiko predicted that if she wanted to escape, she would have to go there, so she had protected her a long time ago.

So, the phone call Conan made at that time was a scam to get me to stay in that room.

But wait!? If so, who is it?

Who was the woman who was blown to death in front of Bourbon? Could it be that they...

Are there really other helpers?

"How disappointing! In this case, Lord Kidd won't show up," Sonoko complained.

Xiaolan smiled and said, "The police are going to conduct an on-site evidence search on this train, so it can't be used at all."

Vermouth smiled: "So that's what's going on."

Conan raised his phone and said, "Sorry, sorry, that sounds really dangerous."

At this moment in the sky, Kidd was on a glider, tearing off his mask: "I almost lost my life."

"If it weren't for this hang glider, I would have turned into charcoal by now."

"I still believe in your ability. This way, the money you owe me can be offset."

"By the way, remember to return the cell phone to the detective agency."

I see, this is indeed the best special guest.

"Sera! Great, I saw this hat in the corridor. It's your hat, Sera, right?" Xiaolan handed it to Sera.

"um. Thank you!"

Shira looked at the hat in his hand in confusion, wondering why he appeared in the corridor.

"Everyone is in front, let's go!" Xiaolan grabbed Sera's wrist.

Bourbon put one hand in his pocket, stood next to Vermouth, and said coldly: "Can I see the detailed information about Akai's death again?"

"It's up to you, of course." Vermouth walked towards the liquor.

Bourbon thought thoughtfully: "It seems necessary to investigate the whole thing from the beginning."

Bourbon quickened his pace and drove quickly towards the exit.

Subaru Okiya behind him raised his reflective glasses, sneered, opened his eyes, revealing his long-lost green pupils.

Baijiu put on sunglasses and stood beside her and asked, "What did Bourbon tell you?"

Vermouth lowered her head and smiled slightly: "Nothing, he still won't give up on that man."

On the other side, inside the Wesker Building.

Champagne carefully watched the video sent by Baijiu and flicked the ash from his cigarette: "Rum, your purpose is not simple after all."

"Master, do you want to report it to that gentleman?"

"Not for now. When the situation becomes turbid, this will be the fuse for internal fighting in the organization."

"Then we can just sit back and reap the benefits."

"Okay, sir." He took the ashtray in his hand and moved it aside carefully.

"By the way, tell that gentleman for me."

"I recommend Baijiu and become a special member."