Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Conan stared at Wakasa's back and pursed his lips.

After Baijiu said something to her, he returned to the woods alone. Seeing this, Conan immediately followed him.

He hid in the bushes, using them as cover to prevent Wakasa from seeing him acting alone.

"Teacher Yi Yu, aren't you going to cook dinner?" Conan suddenly jumped out from the bushes.

"You don't have to ask even though you already know the answer." Baijiu closed the paint box and said, "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"

"Tell me.....what is her purpose in doing this? And who is her target?"

Baijiu tore off the tape and said indifferently: "I don't know what the purpose is. I have thought about it, although the experience is too strange."

"But I don't think she's from the organization." Baijiu joked, "I asked seniors from previous years, and she was like that before."

Baijiu spoke nonsense in a serious manner, trying his best to justify Wakasa's identity: "He gives people the feeling of being both stupid and smart."

"There is one thing you should be careful of." Baijiu said with a hint of meaning: "But, they all said..."

"She is a woman who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal."

"Suppose, she really has a target." Baijiu pretended to be serious and analyzed it in a serious manner: "She should not be them, but..."

"Me?" Conan tilted his head and took a deep breath.

"In the case where the skeleton was found in the old warehouse at the beginning, the door leading to the basement had not been opened for a long time."

"But there is rust on the edge of the door that has not fallen off recently."

"If it was Wakasa-sensei who found the skeleton beforehand and then designed to involve me in the case..."

"Did she arrange this time as well?"

"Oh no." Baijiu put all the painting materials into the bag and stretched leisurely: "It's possible that you think too much. I feel that she--"

"Hey! Conan!" Ayumi shouted at him from a distance: "There's someone over there who looks a lot like you!"

"Someone who looks like me?" Conan walked forward with confusion.

"That's the big brother."

“They are exactly the same…”

Baijiu followed their line of sight and looked forward. Two men were sitting on a mat, seemingly making broth.

A man wearing a yellow jacket, looking very intelligent.

His facial features are very casual.

Staring with two lifeless eyes, he held the handle and stirred the broth in the pot rhythmically.

We just call him Xiao Huang.

Sitting opposite him was a guy wearing black camouflage, with a buzz cut, thick eyebrows, and a dark complexion. We called him Brother Xiaohei.

He crossed his legs, pointed the number three with his thumb, index finger and middle finger, and gave Xiao Huang a command and lecture: "I just told you this."

"Three more pieces are needed." Brother Xiao Hei showed a dissatisfied tone and tilted his head: "The curry needs three more pieces! Only then the soup will become thicker!"

"Otherwise, you have to put in at least two more pieces." Brother Xiaohei said with disdain: "When it comes to cooking, you can't go wrong by listening to me."

"I know." Xiao Huang seemed to be immune to it. He was in a good mood and still smiled: "Isn't Xiaoyan going to buy it now?"

"Come here, come here, I'm here." Xiaoyan was wearing a blue skirt with black fleece pants underneath. Her facial features were pretty decent.

The two curls on her forehead look somewhat like Rena Mizuno.

"I see." Huiyuan showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "You guys are referring to that gesture, right?"

Huiyuan said with emotion: "Because someone's mother has always been fascinated by the French style, she likes to make this gesture very much."

She imitated Xiao Hei's gesture and demonstrated: "This gesture means three pairs, right?"

"Yes, that's right for number three." Conan held up his thumb and index finger again: "And number two is like this."

Ayumi questioned, putting her hand to her lips: "But the big brother just now made the same gesture as usual."

Baijiu smiled faintly: "Since the gestures are like that, and they have bandages on their fingers, that means——"

Baijiu walked up to them and said, "Excuse me, are you two basketball players?"

"Eh!?" The three of them exclaimed in unison.

Baijiu turned into a little encyclopedia doctor, lifted his bangs and explained: "The referee of a basketball game usually raises his middle and index fingers."

"To indicate 2, raise your index finger, middle finger and thumb to indicate 3 so that it won't be confused with 2."

"I heard that many basketball players also use this gesture when making numbers."

"Wow..." Xiaoyan was deeply impressed by Baijiu's reasoning: "Handsome guy...you are really amazing."

"Wow!!!" Everyone except Conan showed shocked expressions.

"No, no, it's just that I have a friend who is also engaged in a basketball-related career." Baijiu said modestly with his hand on his chest.

"Then let me introduce myself." Xiaoyan picked up her cell phone and used the reflection to take a picture of herself.

She said sweetly, "I'm the manager of the Tokyo University Basketball Club. You can just call me Xiaoyan."

She stretched out her hand and pointed to Xiao Huang on the side: "And the one stirring the curry pot with a spoon is the ace of our basketball club this year."

"Tokyo James! --- Mr. Yellow!"

"Don't say I'm some James, let alone some ace." Xiao Huang said shyly: "Last year I was an unknown substitute."

Brother Xiaohei patted him on the shoulder: "But, there is already a professional basketball team looking for you, right?"

Brother Xiaohei recalled: "Didn't an NBA scout come all the way to watch your game?"

"You kid." Xiao Hei poked his chest with his arm: "Maybe you are the future of Japan."

"Don't say that, it's just a coincidence, just a coincidence." Xiao Huang replied modestly.

"You are still as humble as ever, boy."

"But when you become famous, don't forget us, your good friends."

"Yeah!" Xiao Huang replied sincerely.

"And me!" Brother Xiaohei turned sideways and patted his chest: "I am the defensive captain of our basketball club, Tokyo O'Neal!——"

"You can just call me Brother Hei." He showed a confident smile and pointed his thumb at himself: "I am very strict about defense."

"At the same time, I am also very strict about the taste of curry!"

Gradually, a gentle man with long hair and glasses walked slowly towards them, and a gloomy atmosphere came over.

He has a handsome face, and looks more like a weak scholar than a basketball player, with an elegant look.