Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu gave an example: "For example, Mr. Dazhuang's blood stained on the paper roll, or your fingerprint."

His cold and ruthless words were about to break the last straw that supported Da Cong, coupled with his eyes that were like a quagmire.

Da Cong was trembling all over, his chin couldn't help but shake, and beads of sweat of varying sizes were all over his face.

He lowered his head in annoyance, avoiding glances at Dayong and Xiaomei.

"Hey..." Dayong put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "You are lying...are you lying? Dacong!?"

"Da Cong, how could you stab Da Zhuang?" Xiao Mei blinked her bright eyes, with shock in her eyes.

Da Cong's nostrils flared slightly, his fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth and spoke out the words that had been buried in his heart: "Because I'm very unhappy."

"Why are you calling my boyfriend by his last name!!!"

"But he just called Da Zhuang's name."

Xiaomei hurriedly explained: "Didn't I tell you? Because...we are childhood sweethearts."

“Boom!!!!”

Da Cong angrily threw the dishes on the table to the ground, picked up the stool and smashed it towards the toilet, venting the anger that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time.

"Da Cong?... What are you doing?" Tears welled up in Xiao Mei's eyes and she covered her mouth with both hands: "You are not that kind of person..."

Dacong strode towards Xiaomei, slammed his fist on the table beside him with hatred and anger, and shouted: "You are not!"

"You two are definitely not just childhood sweethearts!!!"

Da Cong gasped for air, trying to suppress the flame of hatred burning in his heart: "You are obviously hiding something from me!!"

Two tear marks slid down from the corners of her eyes. She looked to the side while sobbing and stammered, "That...that's because——"

"See!" Da Cong slapped himself twice. "Pa pa!" He faced everyone and said, "I knew she wouldn't dare to say it!!!"

"I guess that beast must be your ex-boyfriend!!!"

"But you guys always do this secretly without letting me know, so I taught him a lesson!!"

"To be honest." Da Cong showed a creepy smile, looking sick, "I didn't expect the stab was deeper than I thought. It really scared me."

"No." Baijiu looked at him meaningfully: "I think they should be siblings."

"Half-sisters."

When Xiaomei heard this, her face turned pale and she waved her hands to signal him not to tell the truth of the incident.

Da Cong was stunned: "What...what?"

"Miss Xiaomei, that's what you said, you didn't say it to protect someone, and you're still saying it."

"When I was a kid, I thought there was nothing worth keeping secret. It wasn't Da Zhuang, but someone, representing that person."

"It's Mr. Da Zhuang's family. So we can infer that this person is Mr. Da Zhuang's father, the congressman."

When Xiaomei heard Baijiu's reasoning, her jaw dropped to the ground. She looked at him in disbelief, wondering who he really was.

"When I was a child, I didn't think it was a secret, but when I grew up, it became something I had to keep secret, and it was a fatal scandal for the MPs."

"That is to say, Miss Xiaomei should be the illegitimate daughter born to the mistress."

"Hey... Kudo, is Mr. Ichiyu so awesome..."

"Indeed... With him around, there's no need for us to show up..."

Da Cong's attitude suddenly dropped, and he calmed down, and asked Xiang Xiaomei with full confidence: "He... is what he said true?"

"Yes." Xiaomei lowered her eyes: "Whenever parents are arguing about mental compensation."

She stroked the necklace on her neck with her hand, tears glistening in her eyes, and the grievances of the past flooded into her heart: "Da Zhuang and I were thrown aside."

"So the two of us often played together, and our relationship became very good."

Da Cong gradually regretted it, his voice trembling: "Hey... No way? You must be kidding, right? I don't believe it!"

His eyes were empty and lifeless: "You...you guys teamed up to deceive me..."

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

Dacong's cell phone rang, interrupting his numb brain. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He took out the phone from his arms and placed it in front of him: "Someone... is calling..."

He picked up the phone, put it to his ear, and asked tentatively in a soft tone: "Who... is it?"

"It hurts so much!!! You bastard!!! I will definitely kill you next time I see you!!!"

Da Zhuang's voice came from the other end of the phone. He was in the hospital, wrapped in bandages. He came to the phone station under the care of medical staff.

Da Zhuang endured the pain and said, "Although my usual behavior is indeed quite bad, it's normal for you to misunderstand me."

"Anyway." He covered his shoulder and said, "I just sent the birthday video for Xiaomei to your phone."

"Hurry up and take a look." Da Zhuang sighed and explained, "I originally wanted to play it very loud to scare you who is in the toilet."

"You can hear it too, so I won't say any more." Dazhuang ended the farce magnanimously: "Remember to ask me to come visit you when you're sick!"

"Birthday...birthday video?" Da Cong was completely confused. He clicked on the video.

Da Zhuang's figure suddenly appeared inside, and he spoke lively.

"Actually, Xiaomei and I are half-siblings~~~" Dazhuang said in a funny way, "Although Xiaomei said that dad is going to have an election soon."

"You told me not to tell you, but that kind of thing has nothing to do with me, so from now on, you have to take good care of my sister."

"Da Cong! Eh! No, I should call you brother-in-law!"

"How...how could this be?" Two tears flowed down from the corners of Da Cong's eyes.

He fell to his knees, covered his head and burst into tears, his shrill cries echoing throughout the house.

Whether they were tears of regret, tears of emotion, or crocodile tears, we have no way of telling.

Heiji adjusted his hat, put his hand on his shoulder, and said soothingly, "Really? Wouldn't it be okay if we just had a good talk before we do anything?"

Baijiu winked at Heiji and pointed his finger at his wrist, hinting something to him.

Heiji subconsciously checked the time, and suddenly his expression changed drastically: "Oh no! There's no time to dawdle here!"

"We have to hurry to the Jinzuo!!"

"Ding-ling-ling." The door opened softly.

"You are not going to Kinza, but Tokyo Station." He Ye looked at him helplessly.

"And... And Ye?"

Before Hattori could react, He Ye pulled Hattori over, held his hand tightly, clasped his hands together, and walked quickly outside.

"If we don't hurry up, we'll miss the Shinkansen back home."

"Eh? Why is Mr. Shinichi Wada gone?" Takagi gave him a puzzled look: "He was clearly here just now."

Baijiu smiled faintly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and leaned against the door: "Wada Jinyi is his pseudonym."

The well-informed Baijiu offers a popular science article: "The Sherlock Holmes stories translated during the Meiji period were set in Neon."

"Take Holmes and Watson and turn them into neon characters."

"At that time, Watson was written as a military doctor named Shinichi Wada."

However, this guy's target was obviously not me and Bourbon. At least one thing was certain: he was heading straight for Heiji.