Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The whole thing started two hours ago.

Inside the Fei Law Firm.

"Lawyer Fei! I bought the tomato juice and sandwiches." Miss Kuriyama walked towards her with a smile on her face.

She was wearing a cyan suit, tall, with long hair, superior facial features, and a sweet yet cool voice. She put the things she bought on her desk.

"Thank you, Kuriyama." Kisaki Eri stepped back and said sincerely, "Thank you, Ms. Kuriyama. I'm so busy now that I don't even have time to eat."

She rubbed her belly cutely and said, "I'm almost starving now."

"But is it okay for you to just eat these?" Kuriyama asked with concern, showing an expression of eating melons, and said playfully with his hands behind his back, "Aren't you going to go on a date with your ex-husband to watch a movie later?"

Kisaki Eri hastily corrected her words, her face slightly flushed: "We haven't divorced yet, we're just separated, and we're not going on a date."

"I only agreed to go because I couldn't persuade my daughter." She leaned forward in her seat: "So, if your stomach growls during the movie."

She said proudly: "I don't know how that bearded uncle will laugh at me."

"Eh?" Kuriyama was surprised by the details of the conversation and raised his eyebrows: "You obviously don't mind being hungry in front of the client."

She smiled and leaned forward: "You are shy in front of your husband."

Hibiki Eri sat up straight and narrowed her eyes: "Yes... do I?"

"Ding dong, ding dong."

"Strange." Kuriyama was a little confused: "Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any clients coming to consult today..."

Kisaki Eri suggested, "Kuriyama, why don't you go take a look? Maybe it's a temporary commission."

"Okay." After saying that, Kuriyama walked out of her room.

Hibiki Eri sighed, untied the bag, and frowned: "If it is really the client, then my lunch... can only be eaten while walking to the cinema..."

"boom!!!"

There was a loud noise outside the house, and Kisaki Eri asked hurriedly, "Kuriyama? Is it the client who came?"

"Hello? Kuriyama?" She stood up from her seat, grasped the door handle and pushed the door open. The scene in front of her immediately frightened Kisaki Eri and her heart skipped a beat.

Kuriyama fell to the ground, and next to him, a man holding an electric baton attacked Kisaki Eri, who reacted quickly.

He immediately spun around, grabbed his arms with his hands, poked his ankles with his heels, rammed his knees into his fat buttocks, hit his chest with his elbows, and used his Achilles tendon to exert force to throw him backwards.

She slammed the man in the hat to the ground and combed her bangs upwards: "Really, who are you?"

She picked up her cell phone and calmly called the police. At the same time, a tall and thin man who was also well disguised walked towards her, like a thin dog.

We will call him Daxi, and the fat man just now will be called Dapang.

With deep hatred in his large and narrow eyes, he stared at Hibiki Eri: "We are from the Victims Association!!"

He turned on the electric baton and hit Eri Kisaki in the abdomen.

"Bang!!!" Soon, Hibiki Eri fell to the ground and fainted.

The little blue cat she raised, named Goro, jumped from the table towards Daxi's face and scratched it with its claws. He used his arms to pull the cat aside and closed the door.

"Your master is going out now, so you just stay here obediently!"

“It hurts so much…” Dapang touched the back of his head in pain.

Daxi mocked, "You useless piece of shit! You were knocked down by a woman."

"Yes...I'm sorry." Fatty apologized innocently.

He picked up Hibiki Eri's phone and heard the operator's voice: "Hello, what happened?"

"Hello??"

Daxi rolled his eyes and quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind. He pinched his nose with his hand and said in a low voice: "Sorry, I accidentally pressed the wrong key just now."

Then he hung up the phone without hesitation.

On the other side, Da Zhuang also put Fei Yingli into the suitcase and zipped it up.

Da Zhuang pointed curiously at Ms. Kuriyama who was lying on the ground. He looked at her slender thighs in stockings with lustful eyes, and some bad thoughts began to emerge in his mind.

"What should I do with this fainted secretary?" He rubbed his hands together and said, "I'm eager to try."

"How should I know?" Daxi stood up slowly and said, "Hey, don't have any evil thoughts."

He grabbed the fat man's wrist and said, "Don't worry about her. There's not enough time. Just in case. She didn't see our faces anyway."

"When the time comes, just be patient. It won't be too late to deal with this female lawyer."

Big Fatty sighed helplessly: "Okay, that's true."

Big Fatty squatted down and stroked her smooth thighs: "So tender, it's a pity to waste this beauty."

He licked his lips and looked at Daxi curiously: "I say, what are you planning to do by hiding the female lawyer's phone?"

Daxi showed a wicked smile: "I want her husband Maori Kogoro."

"Feel how it feels to have your wife strip naked and film us humiliating her."

A blue car was parked inside the garage of a ground floor building. Dapang got out of the car and pulled the door down.

Daxi walked out of the car and said, "Okay, move the suitcase with the person in it up there."

"Yes!"

"Hurry up! I'll go get the equipment ready for filming."

"Got it." He opened the trunk of the car and held the suitcase in his arms with difficulty. Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of water dripping.

"Tick, tick."

He looked at the ground, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out in his heart: "Is... is it blood? Why is it blood dripping?!"

"Damn it! How could this happen!" Big Fat put the suitcase on the ground.

He dialed the phone with a trembling voice: "Brother... there is... there is blood! More and more, in the suitcase..."

"What?" Daxi was also shocked when he heard this, and even bit his tongue accidentally: "You said there was blood flowing out of the suitcase?!"

"How could this lady get hurt while being in a suitcase?!"

"No.... Could it be that she bit her tongue?"

"Stop guessing!" Daxi yelled, "Open the suitcase and check her condition first!"

"Hey......"

The person in charge of the arrangement behind him was a middle-aged man with white hair and a peaked cap. He looked very similar to Walon, so we called him Lao Walon.

He reminded coldly: "When he opens the suitcase."

"be careful."

He stared at Daxi with a sinister look: "Do you understand what I mean?"