Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 718: The mysterious woman, is it Vermouth?

Outside the hall, there was a sound of footsteps on the floor.

A woman was wearing a golden dress with a high slit.

The unique design outlines the graceful figure, the slits show the sexiness and tension, and it is matched with black high-heeled sandals, adding a touch of neatness and refinement.

The overall shape is gorgeous and fashionable, particularly eye-catching and full of aura.

She held the hem of her skirt and walked slowly up the stairs. Her buttocks were very beautiful, and her thighs, which were faintly visible from the side, were very alluring.

She twisted her body left and right, and the men behind her couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look over there.

On the other side, Baijiu's right eye couldn't help but bounce. He looked solemn and took out the ticket. The ticket inspector nodded but said nothing.

The woman had unknowingly entered the backstage storage room, which was filled with various ancient Egyptian elements, including pharaoh statues and pyramids.

She slowed down her pace, came to the ladder, raised her right leg, and climbed up.

Baijiu walked along the corridor, opened the door curtain, and a sharply piercing mezzo-soprano voice came from the center of the stage. He stood on the right and watched the inside of the stage.

He lowered his head and looked down, and the Prime Minister and his wife were right at his feet.

They were enjoying the music attentively, as if they were already immersed in it.

The woman came to the elevated area on the second floor and dismantled a string of fences with long poles installed inside.

Baijiu leaned sideways. Because the music was too loud, he bent his wrist to cover the earphone, "What's going on, Macallan?"

"I haven't found it yet." Macallan quickly swiped the screen: "Wait a moment, white wine."

The image of the man in the black frame appeared in Baijiu's mind, and he said to himself: "I know you are coming, where will you be..."

Suddenly, McAllen was in the third row of surveillance cameras on the right, and the screen automatically prompted an abnormality. A bald man appeared in the corridor.

He is tall and is located in the corridor that connects to the center of the stage.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard hurried footsteps outside. He quickly turned sideways and hid in the corner.

The women with heavy makeup on had no time to pay attention. They had only one thought in their minds, which was to perform on stage.

McCarron's eyes widened, his hand pressed against the earphone, and he immediately reported: "White wine... I may have discovered something."

"Can't be sure." McAllen's hips moved away from the seat.

"Where is it?" Baijiu remained calm.

He had a rough answer in his mind. It was either the people in the organization or the members under the mysterious man with black-framed glasses.

"In the background, please wait a moment." McAllen switched to the main screen, "I will guide you."

Baijiu resolutely left the concert hall, pushed the door open, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he looked around cautiously to see if there was anything unusual.

"Go through the door on the left," McCullen said confidently, "He must be right in front of you!"

Baijiu trusted Macallan unconditionally, took out the same key as his from his pocket to unlock the device, put it on the door lock, and held the door handle.

"Click!" He suddenly opened the door, immediately switched to quiet walking, and came to the elevated platform on the left, which was very close to the stage.

Turning his head to the left, he saw the director clenching his fists and looking at the stage nervously.

Then he looked to the right and saw a bald man in a suit walking down the spiral staircase carrying a black briefcase.

Seeing the enemy getting farther and farther away, Baijiu could not sit still and wait for death.

He jumped over the fence and saw several yellow hanging ropes in front of him. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the nearest one.

Five meters ahead was a black iron pillar. He quickly came up with a plan in his mind. He exerted force with his calves and flew forward with his arms open.

The hanging thin rope accidentally made a "swish!" sound.

His hands were firmly fixed on the iron pillar, and the director was not far away, but she was wearing a headset and did not notice it.

Baijiu seized the opportunity and calmly moved his body downwards in an orderly manner. "Bang!" He jumped into the shelf.

He moved slowly among the racks, not forgetting to straighten his clothes, and glanced to the side to observe the director's every move.

Then, we walked into the spiral staircase, which was filled with staff members standing below. They were moving props in a hurry backstage.

Suddenly, Baijiu's attention was attracted by a yellow skirt in the distance.

A familiar yet strange feeling came into his eyes, and he couldn't help but frown, saying to himself: Vermouth is coming...?

————But....that woman's face doesn't look like her at all...

————But the pace and walking posture are exactly the same...!

————Is she disguised herself? But how did she know the woman's appearance? How did she find her?

"Macallan." Baijiu covered his earphones: "Did you see that?"

"See what?" McAllen asked.

"That woman..." Baijiu's eyes were always attracted by her.

"What woman?" McAllen scratched his chin. "Where are you?"

"Oh my god." Macallan frowned, "Baijiu, why can't I see you?"

Baijiu didn't answer, and his gaze shifted to the bald man, who walked towards the corner with steady steps and straight back.

Baijiu quickened his pace while lowering the sound of his footsteps.

On the other side, the woman came into the attic and went up the stairs to the third floor, where both sides were filled with strong Chinese elements.

This attic serves as the background for the performance.

From the next scene on, everyone around her was busy with their work and no one noticed her hiding in the building.

She stood in front of the mahogany window, her deep, bright eyes gradually revealed, sharp and full of charm.

The nose is straight and the lips are beautifully lined and well-defined.

Gradually, his eyes became dim and gloomy, staring at the Prime Minister and his wife in the distance. At this time, the music became more compact.

She took out the piano-making devices from her waist one by one and assembled them quickly.

He took out a magazine from deep in his chest and completely assembled a sniper rifle. On the other side, Baijiu also came to the backstage.

He noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye on the right side. The bald man slowly walked down the stairs to the third floor, and Baijiu was about to chase after him.

The giant building passed by him. Baijiu started running, holding the fence with both hands, taking three steps at a time, and chasing after it upwards.

The woman happened to be on the right side of the liquor.

She loaded the bullet gracefully.

Neither of them noticed each other.

Baijiu pulled open the fence and there was a narrow road in front. The bald man opened the guitar case and started assembling it.

Suddenly, Baijiu heard the sound of "clang" being filled into the bottle, and he stopped.

Turning his head and taking a half step back, he saw the bald man not far from the elevated platform on the right, assembling a gun slowly and calmly.

Baijiu loosened his tie and held it in his palm.

The bald man suddenly stopped, and Baijiu stopped as well. The man opened the piano score, which was approximately in the middle and back.

Baijiu stood on tiptoe slightly and saw a red circle drawn within the rhythm point of "I will win".

In the attic.

She lifted her long thighs high, her legs were neatly lined, her high heels rested on the table, and she bent one knee to support her body.

Hold the rifle steadily with one hand and flexibly control the gun parts with the other hand.

Lift your head slightly and focus your eyes on the direction.

Standing in front of the Chinese hollow window lattice background, light and shadow outline its simple yet tense figure.

The Prime Minister and his wife were in her crosshairs.

"Die."