Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 898 This time it was Baijiu who questioned Vermouth

"Behind all of this... it's the 'intelligent body' that's controlling it." Baijiu's voice was low and slow, stating a long-established, powerless truth.

"It's the 'Intelligent Body' that is protecting him in secret." His eyes looked towards the corner of the room with a somewhat empty look, as if he could see through the wall and see a more distant picture.

"You saw him, right?" Lao Hei asked softly, his tone as if he was carefully squeezing toothpaste, trying to gradually draw out the secret buried deep in Baijiu's heart.

Baijiu was silent for a few seconds before he slowly spoke: "At that time... I wasn't sure."

MacAllen, standing by, immediately cast a curious and intrigued look at them, tilting his head as if he wanted to stretch his neck out several meters. "What? What are you talking about? Who is that 'he'?" he asked doubtfully.

He did not proactively inform the team about the possibility that Baijiu might meet rum, but with their keen intuition and logic, Lao Hei and Vermouth had already guessed about 70% of it.

However, for Macallan, who has a relatively simple mind, it is difficult for him to immediately connect the clues with the name "rum".

The image of rum once again appeared clearly in Baijiu's mind.

"That man is... Rum."

He said in a deep voice, "He's the man who defected from the organization not long ago."

The embodiment of evil.

The messenger chosen by the "Intelligent Body".

In his eyes, death is the only "gift" he wants to give to the world.

"Now, the eyes of the whole world are focused on the 'intelligent body'." Vermouth broke the brief silence and led the topic to a more macro level.

"I have some friends in MI6, including our 'colleagues' in the UK." She said with a hint of sarcasm. "Who would have thought that two organizations that have always been in a state of hostility would one day work together for the same goal?"

"They are also concerned that the 'intelligence' will fall into the hands of the British government. Any attempt to prevent this will now be considered treason... and betrayal of the organization."

McCarron blinked dryly, trying to digest the information. "So... because you risked everything to leave the organization, your colleagues in the UK turned to you for help?"

"Yes." Vermouth answered clearly and concisely.

"They had noticed signs of Rum's defection two months ago, but they didn't expect him to act so quickly and decisively," she continued.

"I have my own informants in every department." Vermouth stretched out her slender white hand, spread out her five fingers, and made an elegant "stop" gesture, signaling McAllen not to interrupt.

"I know what you want to ask," she said calmly, "I've already discussed this with Baijiu. Besides, there's one more thing..."

"Of all the intelligence agencies, only the British currently possess some core information. Even if they didn't leak the information, we predicted that Rum would defect. However..." She crossed her arms, her tone solemn, "As our British colleagues said, they never imagined that Rum's actions were so far-reaching and meticulous, as if they had been planning for ten years."

"Secondly, they clearly knew that Rum was working for the 'Intelligent Body'."

Suddenly, Vermouth turned her gaze to Baijiu, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"They also knew he would go to Istanbul to look for one half of a cross key."

Hearing this, Macallan and Old Black simultaneously revealed bewildered expressions, glanced at each other, and then looked at Baijiu. But Baijiu's face was calm, without any ripples.

Obviously, they were the only two people kept in the dark about this crucial information.

"So, I got there first." Vermouth explained calmly, which also explained why she appeared in the desert.

Macallan quickly digested this series of explosive news and stuttered as he reasoned, "So... this is why Gin issued a wanted poster with a bounty on your life? And then you hid in the desert alone...?"

"But who knew that those bounty hunters would find you anyway." He held his chin, looking like a detective, trying to piece together what happened.

When the word "bounty hunter" was mentioned, Vermouth and Baijiu's hearts skipped a beat. The faces of Cohen and Chianti instantly appeared in their minds.

Although they had never seen Cohen's body with their own eyes, when they saw the blood-stained mobile phone belonging to Cohen in Chianti's arms, they instantly understood everything.

Since the establishment of the "White Wine Group", his contact with Cohen and Chianti has indeed decreased, but the memories of fighting side by side and sharing life and death together now come to his mind clearly.

In a sense, they are also one of the few people in the organization who can be called "friends".

The dangerous missions they had shared might seem insignificant compared to the dangers they faced today, but the bond remained.

"So," McAllen didn't notice the subtle change in their expressions. He looked at Vermouth's slightly dim eyes and continued to ask, "Did your friends mention what the key was used to open?"

"Since the 'intelligent body' has been activated, what is the significance of the appearance of this key?" He raised this puzzling core question.

Vermouth pulled herself away from her gloomy memories and forcibly interrupted her chaotic thoughts.

Although Chianti often quarreled with her during his lifetime, in essence, Chianti was also a poor person who was teased by fate - she was unable to find the real murderer who killed her sister and family until her death, and the love she was waiting for never really began.

Isn’t life made up of all kinds of regrets?

If there are no regrets, can it still be called a complete life?

She replied coldly, "At least according to the analysis of the British department and my discussions with Baijiu, it is generally believed that... that key is likely used to unlock the source code of the 'Intelligent Body'."

McAllen immediately turned his head and looked at Lao Hei.

"Source code..." Lao Hei repeated the word thoughtfully with a heavy tone.

"Oh my god...you two are really good at hiding things!" McCarron couldn't help but complain, a little aggrieved. "How long do you plan to keep this secret?"

He pouted, revealing a pitiful expression: "You won't even tell the cutest Macallan?"

"Shut up." Baijiu interrupted him coldly, then changed the subject and looked at Vermouth sharply, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable interrogation: "By the way, how did your MI6 'friends' contact you? You've never mentioned this to me."

A hint of coldness flashed across Baijiu's eyes, and he looked at Vermouth indifferently.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the scene dropped to freezing point, and fell into an unprecedented tense silence.

"No way... what's going on?" Macallan's eyes widened, his gaze shifting nervously between the liquor and Vermouth, not daring to breathe.