Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 917 This time, you're acting alone.

"That's enough," Baijiu said softly. "McCarlan doesn't need to say anything more."

Baijiu turned to look at Vermouth, as if making a decision: "Vermouth, you'll have to act alone this time."

"What did she get?" McCallum thought she had misheard.

"Are you sure?" Vermouth asked coldly.

“I’m pretty sure.” Baijiu raised his arm and casually placed it on McCallum’s shoulder. “You need to think of another way to get me on this train.”

"The underlying logic is very simple. I just need to jump on when the train slows down as it curves," Baijiu said calmly, describing this astonishing act to many.

"Have you thought it through?" McCallen made the final confirmation. Deep down, he knew what Baijiu was thinking once he made up his mind to do it.

Unless the world is destroyed, there is nothing that could make him give up.

"Are you sure you want to let Vermouth go up alone?" McCallum asked.

“Please…” Vermouth flashed an impatient look: “I’m not a three-year-old. If Baijiu continues, then I’ll do as he says.”

Bai Jiu crossed his arms and blinked his emotionless eyes as he corrected McCallum's erroneous statement: "No, it wasn't just Vermouth who boarded the train."

"All she needs to do is follow the plan." Bai Jiu slowly turned around, looking at everyone: "Vermouth."

He shifted his gaze to Vermouth's bright eyes: "All you need to do is find a way to get the White Widow's key."

“Then,” Baijiu picked up another key from the table and held it up in front of everyone, “we’ll use this one to verify it.”

“But having the key alone isn’t enough,” Baijiu continued. “We still need to meet with the buyer and get the real purpose of the key out of him.”

"How do we trap them?" The core question about this mission wasn't asked by Vermouth, but rather by McCallum.

“Yes, how do I put it on…” Vermouth pursed her thin pink lips.

"There will always be a way." Baijiu comforted everyone, but even he himself hadn't figured out how to get the information out of them, because time was just too tight!

"The usual platitudes change as circumstances change," Vermouth said calmly, setting the thorny issue aside for the time being.

Looking into Baijiu's somewhat listless eyes, he continued, "Let's not think about other things now. I need more details. Things have come to this."

"Can you tell us what only you know?" Vermouth stared into Baijiu's dull eyes.

"No," Baijiu replied coldly. "Some things, once you know too much, usually only get in the way. I believe you."

Baijiu forced a smile, his cold hands grasping Vermouth's soft, delicate palms: "You can do it, Vermouth. Get the key and wait for me."

"I'll be waiting for you in the carriage then," Baijiu said earnestly. Once this expression was revealed, it was basically certain that Baijiu would agree to whatever method he used.

They will ultimately fulfill this promise, not just by doing their best, but by leaving no room for compromise and completing it perfectly.

“Baijiu, time is running out.” After a long silence, Old Hei spoke up, patting his wristwatch with his rough hand while glancing at Vermouth, who had taken off her black coat beside him: “If you want to get on this train now.”

"You must put on the mask right now and leave as soon as possible," Old Black instructed.

“I understand the urgency of time better than you do,” Vermouth said with a faint smile.

Austria, in the heart of the Alps.

Two giant figures rose from the ground, their tops draped with perpetually frozen crowns of ice and snow, outlining two hard and silent silhouettes against the clear blue sky.

A streamlined train, like a silver ribbon, gracefully travels along the winding tracks through the valley.

The wind from the front of the car blew a cloud of white steam into a wisp of drifting gauze, gently sweeping across the hillside that gradually turned from emerald green to gold.

The lush, gradually changing vegetation on both sides flashed by quickly, and ripples spread across the lake.

The carriage was unusually quiet, with only the rhythmic creaking of the wheels against the rails audible.

Inside the train car's dining area, the white widow sat by the window, tilting her neck slightly to the side, watching the fleeting scenery outside, but her mind was not on the view at all.

"Thump thump thump, thump thump thump." Steady and orderly footsteps came from behind.

The white widow remained completely unsuspecting, gazing calmly out the window.

“We have informants at the airport, the train station, and the docks.” The speaker was a man, Zola, the White Widow’s older brother.

He unbuttoned his shirt, pulled up the seat next to him, and sat down. His face still bore bruises from the beating he had received from Vermouth, making him look quite comical, which is perhaps why.

The reason why Zola did not choose to sit next to his sister during the conversation.

Maybe he felt that his appearance was too embarrassing?

“We have every reason to believe that the Baijiu Group obtained the key,” Zola reported truthfully. “After Grace died, we immediately searched her body. Although there were no signs of ransacking, I believe only Baijiu could have obtained it.”

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything," Zola said confidently. "They won't be able to escape Venice without our knowledge."

“Brother.” The White Widow revealed a contemptuous and disdainful smile: “Your reasoning is as terrible as ever. Don’t you want to laugh when you hear your reasoning?”

"I..." Zola hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

“But keep an eye on those people in the liquor group.” The White Widow crossed her legs. “Although I’m not sure if they got it.”

"Anyway, don't let them show up on this train." The White Widow licked her lips.

At the top of the bridge, a ray of sunlight shone on the back of the woman with blue cat-eye eyes. She drew her sword and looked down at the train passing below with an imperial air.

A thick, pungent fog that obscured visibility billowed out from below.

Instead of waving his hand to disperse the smoke, Kiel didn't even blink, and without hesitation, he leaped into the air to a height of nearly three meters.

She leaped directly downwards, rolled a couple of times, then immediately stood up and sprinted across the roof of the car, swinging her long, slender legs.

The black trench coat fluttered in the breeze.