Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Conan asked curiously: "By the way, Mr. Yiyu, why are you here?"

Two little hands grabbed the sandwich and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

"Is it delicious, Conan?" Baijiu took off her apron and said, "Isn't today the weekend? It's a good opportunity for me to come and see Mr. Amuro."

"It's delicious." Conan finished the sandwich in two or three bites: "It's not much different from the previous sandwich."

"Really?" Baijiu suppressed the corners of his mouth that were raised upwards: "Is there anything that needs to be improved?"

Baijiu took out the memo on his mobile phone and asked Conan humbly. After all, he planned to do it every morning in the future.

Make a sandwich for Vermouth's breakfast.

Conan shook his head: "Really not. The only improvement I think is that the meat can be roasted more tenderly."

When I heard about Baijiu, I immediately made a note of it.

Conan asked: "Are you here to learn how to cook?"

Baijiu put his hand on Bourbon's shoulder and smiled: "Smart, worthy of Conan."

"I'm here to learn from Sandwich with an open mind. After all, I'm still a long way from him in terms of cooking."

Amuro Toru noticed that Heiji was unhappy and consoled him, "But this is Neon, so don't mind such things."

"It's just that the thirteenth day from the beginning of the month is Friday, that's all."

"In terms of probability, it may happen twice a year. I think it's not a big deal to just tell your crush."

Amuro Toru said with a hint of meaning: "Just play it straight like someone else, maybe you will be together."

Baijiu signaled to Bourbon with his eyes, reminding him not to talk too much.

He changed the subject and said jokingly, "After all, Jesus Christ and President Kennedy did not die on the 13th."

"However." A cold male voice came from the side: "Friday the 13th in history."

He was wearing a beret and a headset on his left ear. He sat very straight, and a pair of glasses made him look elegant and upright.

His handsome and resolute facial features, coupled with his deep voice, give him a mysterious aura.

"On Friday, October 1307, 10, Philip IV issued an order for the unconditional arrest of all members of the Knights Templar in France."

"And tortured and burned at the stake on false charges."

His glasses reflected: "On Friday, June 1483, 6, the infamous Richard III was attacked by a man suspected of treason."

"The counselor is executing me."

The man took a sip of the coffee in front of him. "It is said that Julius Caesar of ancient Rome was betrayed and killed by Brutus."

"It also happens to be Friday the 13th."

"Besides, today is the day of destroying Buddha." The man blinked his blue eyes and stared at them sternly: "As far as Neon is concerned."

"The custom here is to avoid it."

"Excuse me." He held his chest to apologize and picked up the cup: "I overheard your conversation and couldn't help but want to make a joke."

Conan and Heiji were shocked and surprised.

They hadn't even realized he was there.

Baijiu touched the bridge of his nose, smiled faintly, and took a breath, confirming his guess, at least it was certain.

This person should not be from the organization, and seems to be targeting Hattori.

But judging from his temperament, he looks like a public security officer.

Conan covered his mouth and asked softly: "Mr. Amuro, is that person a regular customer?"

Baijiu observed Bourbon's expression carefully with his peripheral vision.

Bourbon shook his head in confusion and spread his hands: "No, this is the first time I've seen him too."

He recalled: "He came into the store not long after you arrived."

"Ding-ling-ling!" The door was pushed open and a man with a backpack entered the house.

His face was untidy and he looked depressed.

The empty eyes, coupled with the sloppy outfit, looking at the whole body, can be succinctly summarized with a word "empty".

His name is Dacong and he is a junior student.

Da Cong scratched his head in confusion: "Huh? None of them came? I can't stand them anymore."

Bourbon asked gently, "Sir, are you from the drama club at Mihua University?"

He looked back at the empty seats: "No one else has arrived yet."

"Really?" Da Cong walked forward and said, "We agreed to celebrate Xiao Mei's birthday here today."

He put the bag on the sofa seat, which sounded a bit heavy, and clapped his hands, then stretched briefly.

He instructed Bourbon, "Forget it. When they arrive, tell them to start first."

Da Cong held his stomach, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks. He pressed the door handle of the toilet: "Starting from noon today."

"My stomach has been feeling uncomfortable..."

The kindhearted Azusa Enomoto asked hurriedly: "Are you... okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Da Cong closed the door.

In less than two minutes, another tinkling sound was heard.

A man and a woman walked into the house. The man was nearly 1 meters tall and very strong.

We just call him Da Zhuang.

He was carrying a huge school bag on his back. He looked at the empty seats and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that we would be the first to arrive."

Xiao Zi came over and explained with a smile in her eyes: "No, Mr. Da Cong has already arrived."

She smiled sheepishly and pointed to the side: "He is in the bathroom now."

The beautiful woman next to him showed a worried look and held the scarf in front of her chest: "Da Cong has been looking uncomfortable since noon."

Her facial features are equally superior, her figure is the finishing touch, and her sweet voice is the icing on the cake.

Looking around the university, she can definitely charm all the male college students and is considered the dream goddess of many people.

We just call her Xiaomei.

Da Zhuang looked at Xiao Mei with lustful eyes, and unconsciously put his hands on her shoulders, hugging her together: "Then during the time when your boyfriend is away."

"Then I can have Xiaomei all to myself." Da Zhuang came closer, and the two looked at each other, standing very close to each other.

"Hey!" Xiaomei broke free from Dazhuang's restraints, swung her harmless fist, and punched his chest: "Don't do this!"

Xiaomei pushed Dazhuang away, then covered her mouth with her hand and said softly, "Let me tell you this, that matter must be kept secret."

Da Zhuang snorted coldly and acted indifferently: "Maybe after drinking, he will let it slip."

"Really?" Xiaomei put her hands on Dazhuang's muscular waist and pushed him forward: "There is no alcohol here."

She took off her scarf, "But Dayong hasn't arrived yet."

Da Zhuang responded, his hands resting on the armrests of his seat: "Of course, that guy is working hard on the video now."

"I think he should be taking a birthday selfie seriously."

"Because that guy likes you very much." Dazhuang supported his chin with his hand and looked at Xiaomei meaningfully.

It's quite fun...