Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 927 Are you telling me to jump off a cliff?

“No!” McClane almost bit her finger until it bled, her voice trembling with intense focus, yet unusually firm. “You haven’t gone the wrong way, it’s the right one!”

"What? How is this possible?!" Bai Jiu stood on one foot, stopping at the edge of the cliff, the strong wind tearing at his clothes.

He leaned down and looked down into the bottomless canyon, his eyes twitching slightly with shock and doubt.

“You can see the train now, right?” McCarran’s voice came through the headset, trying to break the suffocating silence.

"Buzzing—!" A deep, continuous rumble of a train came from afar, like the panting of a giant beast.

Baijiu looked in the direction of the sound, his arms limply resting on the motorcycle handlebars: "Yes, I can see it. So what?" His voice was full of exhaustion.

“Don’t you have… a parachute…?” McCallen’s voice trailed off as she spoke, as if she were suggesting something she herself found utterly absurd.

"Yes, I have a parachute." Baijiu didn't deny it, but her tone was cold.

"So what do you want me to do?" The worst thought flashed through Baijiu's mind, but he forcibly suppressed it, unwilling to believe that this was the only way out.

“It’s just…” McCallen paused tactically for a moment, nervously biting his lower lip, his mind racing, searching for any reason that could convince Baijiu. But after struggling for a while, he chose to face reality, forcing out a hoarse voice from his throat: “You know… since we’re already here…”

“Then… let’s jump…” McCallum’s voice was so weak that it was as if he were the one being pushed off the cliff.

"Jump?" Baijiu repeated incredulously, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Are you sure you're not joking? McCarran!"

“At this point…” McCallen took a deep breath, as if inhaling all her courage. “What reason do I have to joke? Jump… that’s the only way.”

“You know what? McCarran.” Baijiu raised his hand, gesturing excitedly even though no one was watching, trying to make the other person understand the madness of the idea. “It’s simply impossible!”

“Not high enough!” He tapped the jagged, rocky ground beneath his feet. “And look down there! It’s all sheer cliffs!”

"The intelligent system has simulated trillions of possibilities, maybe tens of thousands of which are possible. I might have crashed and died in this desolate wilderness before I even got to the train!"

"Look up!" Baijiu shook his head. As a seasoned gambler, he predicted this path was a dead end before even trying it out. "Before the parachute has fully opened, my head might have already hit a rock like a watermelon!"

This idea is as absurd as the legendary "stepping on your own foot to reach the sky"—theoretically, there's a minuscule chance, but in reality, it's a shortcut to death. Jump off here and catch up with the train? Absolutely a fantasy!

McCallen wanted to interject and explain, but all he could hear in his earpiece was Baijiu's excited voice. He had never heard Baijiu refute so emotionally.

"Even if I'm lucky enough to open the umbrella, I don't know if I can get through this ghost canyon that I've never seen before in my life!"

“Listen to me…” McCallum tried to interrupt.

"And then you have to land precisely on a speeding train!" Baijiu's voice drowned out his words.

"Did you hear that, McCarran?! This is absolutely impossible!" Baijiu roared into the headset.

"I heard you!!!" McClane shouted back with all her might, her voice hoarse with excitement, "I heard you perfectly clearly!!! But what's the use of just saying that?!"

"I'm fucking trying to help you out, aren't I?!" McClane retorted emotionally, almost incoherently. "Calm down, Baijiu! Let's all calm down!"

"Competing to see who can shout the loudest is pointless! It only wastes precious time and makes our voices even hoarser!!"

“Now!” McClane clenched his fist and slammed it on the steering wheel. “Let’s throw all our useless emotions aside! You’re not the only one under pressure!”

"Me! Vermouth on the train! And the black guy providing support from behind! We're all under a lot of fucking pressure!"

The communication channel fell into a brief silence, broken only by the faint noise of the current and the heavy breathing of each other.

Bai Jiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the biting mountain wind, and ran his hand through his wind-blown hair: "Okay... I should calm down... at least I need to think this through..."

"So... what should we do..." he muttered to himself, his sharp gaze sweeping over the treacherous surroundings.

"At least get out of this damned place." Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a taller, steeper black cliff in the distance.

"I knew it." A resolute smile swept across Baijiu's lips, like sharp sunlight shining through a gap in the dark clouds.

The next second, he twisted the throttle sharply!

The roar of the engine exploded again, shattering the tranquility of the mountains.

The motorcycle executed a clean and crisp drift, its tires carving a perfect semi-circle across the gravel, resolutely turning away from the despairing edge of the cliff.

He sped along the precipitous ridgeline toward the even higher cliff that pierced the sky like a guillotine.

Meanwhile, inside the speeding train compartment, the White Widow, who had been unconscious for a long time, slowly opened her eyes.

She covered her forehead blankly, wiping away the dried tears from the corners of her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a long and vivid nightmare.

She stumbled to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror—her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, and her expression dazed. Her dazed mind was instantly jolted awake by fear and anger.

"Damn it..." she muttered under her breath, struggling to her feet and staggering toward the designated meeting point like a drunkard still hungover. She'd only taken a few steps when her shoulder slammed heavily against the doorframe.

Inside the carriage where the secret transaction was taking place, Gin seemed to have completely let down his guard against the "White Widow" in front of him.

He indifferently stroked the two keys pieced together in his hand. These keys, seemingly small but potentially decisive in determining the fate of the world, gleamed with a cold, faint light from his fingertips.

On the cliff, the adventure of baijiu continues.

The road ahead could no longer be called a road; it was merely a more rugged and narrow rocky ridge.

On one side is a steep cliff, and on the other side is an unobstructed, cloud-shrouded abyss.

The motorcycle bounced and leaped wildly on it, like a stubborn and agile steel goat dancing on the edge of life and death.

Every time the wheels lifted off the ground, every near-miss landing was a heart-stopping moment. The gravel crushed by the wheels tumbled down, instantly swallowed by the void below, silent and still.

Finally, he reached the higher cliff platform.

The terrain here is even more extreme, the platform is pitifully narrow, like a tiny wound left when the mountain was cleaved open by a giant axe of a god. The edges of the cliff are jagged, like the fangs of a monster, pointing straight to the sky.

"Screech—" The ear-piercing sound of brakes rang out.

The road ahead can no longer be called a road.

It was just a more rugged and narrow rock ridge on the mountain ridge, with a sloping mountain on one side and an unobstructed expanse of empty space on the other.

The motorcycle bounced and leaped on it, like an agile and stubborn steel goat.

Every leap and every landing was fraught with danger. The gravel crushed by the wheels rolled down and was instantly swallowed by the clouds below, leaving no echo.

He finally reached the higher cliff.

This place is more extreme than the previous one, with a smaller platform, like a tiny wound left when a mountain was cleaved open.

The edge of the cliff, like the fangs of a monster, stretches jaggedly into the air.

"Ah-"

The motorcycle stopped precisely at the edge once again, with the front wheel only a fist's width away from nothingness.

This time, the silence after the engine was turned off was even more absolute.

The wind was stronger here, making the car seem to sway slightly.

Baijiu took off his helmet and hung it aside, letting the fierce mountain wind tear at his hair.

He looked down.

The abyss that had been there before now seemed to have become a slightly more concrete presence "under my feet," while what lay ahead in sight was an even more vast and unfathomably deep canyon.

The sea of ​​clouds churned in the lower distance, making the continuous snow-capped peaks appear low.

A strong sense of detachment arises spontaneously, as if this is the end of the world, and beneath one's feet lies eternal emptiness.

An absolute sense of loneliness and supreme freedom permeated the air at the same time.