Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 794 Vermouth: Don’t do this

Although Vermouth was already accustomed to Baijiu's adventures, this time, she couldn't help but advise again: "Don't do it."

"What?" Baijiu frowned and turned sideways suddenly, his eyes intertwined with anxiety and confusion. He spread his ten fingers in front of his chest and turned them anxiously, "What happened...?"

"What exactly did you hide from me?" Baijiu asked in a serious and urgent tone, his facial expression revealing his inner uneasiness and dissatisfaction with her deliberate concealment.

He lowered his voice, with a barely perceptible grievance: "I clearly asked you before leaving on this mission..."

Vermouth gently held Baijiu's hand, conveying complex and unspeakable emotions.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with guilt and helplessness, and slowly said, "I just found out too..."

The words were soft and gentle, with a sincere tone, trying to soothe Baijiu's fluctuating emotions caused by the secret being concealed.

The warmth of her palm conveyed a silent apology.

"You have no idea what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into..." Vermouth's voice trembled slightly.

"I don't know what kind of trouble I'm in...?" Baijiu repeated subconsciously, frowning even deeper.

He fell into a moment of deep thought: "I don't know what trouble I've gotten myself into."

After a few seconds, he blinked and refocused his gaze on Vermouth's face, with a hint of confusion and sincere questioning after being stunned: "What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?"

"Ahem!" Mojito coughed tactically, looked down at his watch, and reminded: "If you want to meet with the White Widow, she will be gone in three minutes."

Vermouth stared at the liquor, her eyes filled with expectation and hidden worry, and pursed her lips slightly: "Liquor..."

Baijiu patted Vermouth's shoulder lightly, and regardless of the two people's persuasion, he turned around resolutely and quickened his pace towards the exit, leaving only a casual sentence: "I will take care of it."

"My name is Mojito." He loosened his arms and stretched out his hand to Vermouth, trying to be polite. "Nice to meet you, beautiful lady, what's your name--"

Before he could finish his words, Vermouth disappeared from his sight without even turning back, as if ignoring him as if he were air.

Baijiu moved sideways through the noisy crowd.

People held wine glasses in their hands, their faces filled with intoxicated expressions as they were immersed in the music and carnival.

The flickering and hazy light of colored lights swept across the face, and the white wine came to the entrance area.

A bald man in a black short-sleeved shirt stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him warily and sternly.

Baijiu consciously stretched out his wrist, revealing a black bracelet.

The bald man took out a mobile phone, and a triangular green pattern lit up on the screen. He was about to scan it—

A slender wrist suddenly intercepted and covered the top of the scanner!

"Ding!" A soft sound was heard, and a check mark appeared within the triangular green pattern on the screen. The one who made the move was Vermouth.

The two walked forward side by side.

"What are you doing?" Baijiu spoke first, his tone inquiring.

Vermouth looked ahead with a determined look: "I'll go with you."

"No." Baijiu immediately shook his head with a firm attitude.

Vermouth automatically blocked his refusal, shook her high ponytail, and continued, "Someone hired a killer to come here and assassinate Lark."

Baijiu heard this and turned to look at her: "That's right."

“No, it’s not me.” Vermouth met Baijiu’s gaze head-on, her eyes locked on him intently. “It’s a contract killer, a hired killer.”

They walked straight down the long corridor bathed in warm yellow and orange-red light. On either side were mirrored walls with a cold metallic sheen, clearly reflecting the two figures walking side by side.

The bright light source ahead is like a mysterious door leading to an unknown world.

In this corridor filled with ambiguous light and shadow, the secret feelings in Vermouth's heart quietly surged with the tense atmosphere and turned into an unconscious movement - her hand gently reached out to Baijiu's palm hanging by her side.

The moment her fingertips touched the skin on the back of his hand, Baijiu's warm palm seemed to respond instinctively and gently grasped it for half a second, but then quickly withdrew it and let it hang on the side of his leg.

He spoke in a low voice, with a slightly hoarse but unusually clear warning: "During the mission, do not expose our relationship."

These words clearly pierced Vermouth's ears.

Her hand was suspended in the air, and a mixture of embarrassment and grievance suddenly surged in her heart.

But looking at Baijiu's tense and serious profile, which seemed particularly resolute due to his concentration on the task, she silently swallowed her emotions back into her heart.

The footsteps still followed forward mechanically.

Although the two were so close, at that moment, Vermouth felt an invisible distance separating them, so far that she could not reach him.

She quickly put the loss behind her.

She knew that persuading Baijiu would be futile.

Although she selfishly hoped that Baijiu would cancel this dangerous mission, this mission was particularly critical to the organization and only Baijiu could do it.

Vermouth took a deep breath and added key information for Baijiu: "They don't know what he looks like, they only know that he is going to meet the White Widow at midnight. If you insist on doing this, they will think you are Lark."

"Then..." Vermouth suddenly stopped, stretched out her hand, and gently placed her palm on Baijiu's shoulder. Her voice trembled slightly, "They will kill you."

Baijiu felt the weight and warmth on his shoulder, raised his hand gently, and pinched Vermouth's face precisely and gently.

This pinch seemed to tell her not to let her thoughts run wild and not to get caught up in useless entanglements.

"Wait." Vermouth's hand suddenly grabbed Baijiu's arm.

Baijiu stopped and turned to look at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Vermouth stood on tiptoe and pulled Baijiu's sleeve to bring him closer.

In an instant, she pulled out a pistol from her waist, and pointed the cold muzzle straight at Baijiu's heart! Her voice was filled with a resolute threat: "Don't have too much contact with that woman, otherwise I-"

Before she could finish her words, Baijiu blocked Vermouth's words with a passionate and sudden kiss.

After a brief kiss, Baijiu wiped the corner of Belmode's wet mouth and asked softly: "Is it okay?"

Vermouth covered up the corners of her mouth that were slightly raised and responded half-jokingly: "You are much more sensible than before."

After saying that, Baijiu quickened his pace and walked along the corridor towards the second door.

The two of them tacitly chose to act separately, which was safer.

Their eyes met, they nodded silently in confirmation, and then took a step forward at the same time.

The bodyguard outside the door leaned over, grasped the door handle, and said respectfully, "Welcome."

Two heavy, dark gold doors slowly opened, and two beams of warm yellow light shone out. Baijiu looked inside along the light.

I put my left foot inside the door. Silence reigned inside, and I could only hear a woman speaking: "This charity was established in memory of my mother."

The liquor slowly made its way down the steps.

The guests inside were holding high-end wine glasses and listening attentively.

Baijiu quickly scanned their attire and quickly concluded that most of them were celebrities and dignitaries.

"...People who knew her knew her strength, her resilience, her resourcefulness, but there was another side to her that most people never saw, and it was that part of her spirit that brought us together."

"Max is a contradiction."

Baijiu's eyes briefly met with Vermouth's as she walked out from the other end for confirmation, and then he turned his gaze to the woman who was speaking in the center of the stage.

Enveloped in the soft, warm light from above, the woman looked like an elf stepping out of a painting, her golden curls radiating a delicate sheen and falling naturally like waves.

Those big eyes were like a deep lake, bright and focused.

She held the retro microphone in a steady and resolute manner. She turned her head slightly, as if she was keenly aware of Baijiu's gaze.

She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes meeting Baijiu's. "She's fascinated by paradoxes."

"I inherited this obsession from her."

Suddenly, Baijiu avoided her gaze.

Because in the woman's eyes, there seemed to be a thread of love gently winding and drawing, hiding her undisguised appreciation for the liquor.

It was as if she wanted to transform all her admiration into gentle light and wrap him up.

Baijiu couldn't help but shiver, and he vaguely felt a chill on his spine.

He subconsciously looked up - Vermouth's cold eyes were staring at him across the crowd.