Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Suzuki Tower, top floor.

Elegant jazz music and ambiguous and soft lighting are injected.

The table was already covered with four empty bottles of red wine.

Baijiu and Vermouth were enjoying a candlelit Western meal together. Looking out the glass, the brightly lit city of Tokyo was in sight.

"Ding-ling-ling!" Baijiu touched the dinner bell beside him with his finger, took out two pieces of paper, and wiped the corners of Vermouth's mouth.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?"

Baijiu pointed at the red wine at hand and said drunkenly, "Two more bottles... and then take these plates away."

"Ok."

"Your alcohol tolerance has improved a lot compared to last time." Vermouth's face flushed slightly as she praised.

Baijiu rolled his eyes and showed a sly smile: "Anything...if your position rises, shouldn't everything else rise as well?"

"Oh?" Vermouth smiled faintly, raised her foot, and poked Baijiu's ankle teasingly with the tip of her shoe: "Then why don't I see that you have improved in that aspect as well?"

Baijiu waved his hand: "Don't speak too early."

He hooked Vermouth's slender fingers, pulled them into his arms, gently touched and kneaded them, and shook the red wine glass in his right hand.

The ring was reflecting light, and he gazed into Vermouth's eyes lovingly, and sighed: "Is this the feeling of relaxation after climbing to a high position?"

“It feels a little bit abnormal to be so relaxed and laid back.”

Vermouth's bright red lips opened slightly, her tongue moistened the edges of her lips, she played with her hair, and blinked her eyes flatteringly.

The back of his hand held up his smooth face: "You haven't seen the real decadence and extravagance yet."

“Oh?” Baijiu half-closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and pinched Vermouth’s face: “I’ve been having a big meal with you recently.”

"My face is a little chubby."

Vermouth grabbed Baijiu's wrist and rolled her eyes.

"However, I am not interested in those extravagant and decadent things. What I am more interested in is——"

"A yearning for power, right?" Vermouth took over Baijiu's words and looked at him with an intriguing smile.

Baijiu smacked his lips and looked to the side: "Well..."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Just admit it openly. There's no need to hide it."

Vermouth was very happy and spoke to Baijiu with her heart open.

"But..." She lowered her head and thought for a moment: "If you really want to move up, you must think twice."

Vermouth bit her lips lightly and blinked her long eyelashes: "At worst... just tell me, don't take it secretly..."

"Any mission for the three in command."

"And....discuss and ask them anything they are concerned about."

"Because you don't know how many spies they have."

“How many members to work with?”

"You can't outsmart them. Don't lose yourself just to rise up..."

"Don't worry." Baijiu straightened his collar and said, "I know all about it. I know the red lines that I shouldn't cross. I know myself well enough."

Baijiu pinched Belmode's stilted nose and said, "Now in the organization, I don't trust anyone. I only trust you."

He slowly stood up, supported himself on the table, and staggered to Vermouth. He waved his hand, signaling her to move her butt.

Baijiu sat down on the sofa with a "thump" sound, leaning against her, with his hand on Vermouth's shoulder.

Vermouth covered her nose and fanned the weak wind: "You said you were not drunk, but the smell of alcohol is really pungent."

Baijiu burped drunkenly, his eyes looked like dead fish: "Let's be friends, it'll make your alcohol smell less pungent."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not pungent..." Baijiu grabbed Vermouth, who was about to run and move her butt, and put the tip of his nose on her hot neck.

He sniffed it and showed an expression of enjoyment: "Hmm! This is... the most delicious smell in the world."

Vermouth made a "tsk" sound, let her hair down, and handed the hair tie to Baijiu's hand.

"Stop making a fool of yourself and help me tie my hair up."

"You just said... any of the three leaders' tasks?"

"Is Rum going to take action?" Baijiu quickly noticed something was wrong.

"Very smart." Vermouth stroked Baijiu's chin: "Rum will most likely appear near Beika Town."

She narrowed her eyes, as if hinting at something.

"Is it the new one that opened next to Maori Office..."

"Sushi restaurant?"

Suddenly, the drunkenness from the liquor sobered him up. Could it be that he went to the Maori Detective Agency in person because of Shirley's matter?

Vermouth didn't respond, but nodded and smiled.

"As for what his purpose was, whether it was because of the Haneda Hiroshi case or something else, we have no way of knowing."

Baijiu suggested: "How about paying a visit to the second-in-command of the organization tomorrow? I'm really curious about him."

Vermouth put his legs on Baijiu's knees and shook his calves: "What's there to be curious about, you old man?"

"Shh." Baijiu held her fingers tightly, "Hmm!" He blocked Vermouth's mouth with his lips, making a "sizzle" sound.

"Hello, here are your two bottles of red wine." The waiter politely brought the wine to the table: "Please enjoy."

Baijiu wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "Thank you."

"This is the anti-detection awareness." Baijiu patted his chest and said, "Even if you are a waiter, you have to avoid discussing such sensitive topics."

Vermouth stroked Baijiu's curly hair: "It seems that what I just said is indeed engraved in your heart."

She spread her hands and said, "But then again, can you explain why you are curious about that ugly old man?"

Baijiu smacked his lips and said, "I'm just curious about what he looks like. After all, I haven't met him yet."

Vermouth bit her thumb gently: "His appearance."

She recalled and thought: "Anyway, she was ugly."

"Of course, if you really want to see him, I won't stop you."

“But!” Vermouth raised her voice, “I have to follow you. This old man has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.”

Baijiu waved his hand: "It's ugly... forget it."

"I don't want to pollute my eyes." Baijiu turned his head, held Vermouth's chin with his hand, and gazed at her affectionately.

"At least you have beauty like yours to catch my eye."

Vermouth rolled her eyes and pouted: "It starts again..."

"Okay." Baijiu admired the artwork in front of him, changed the subject, and rubbed her watery face: "Speaking of this guy Bourbon."

He flipped the switch and checked the time on his phone: "Has he already started to act at this time?"

Vermouth put her hands on his neck and pressed her burning forehead against his chest: "It's just a waste of effort."

"The man named Akai Shuichi has died forever at Laiye Cliff."