Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 874 Don’t Lie to Me

Baijiu didn't stop drinking. His voice was steady and penetrating, as if it could see through people's hearts. "Someone saw the unique potential in you. They nurtured you, guiding your talents and bringing them to their full potential. And this 'craft' you've mastered has indeed rewarded you with the life you once dreamed of."

He accurately described her other side of luxury: "expensive tailor-made clothes, tasting the best cuisine from all over the world, staying in the most luxurious hotel suites..."

This description is so accurate that it's like an inappropriate metaphor -

Liquor was like a worm in Grace's stomach, revealing all the most secrets of desire and enjoyment in her heart in a light-hearted manner.

"With this... well, it's not an exaggeration to call it 'a craft', right?" Baijiu's tone even had a hint of half-joking, but behind the joke was a cold reality.

"Perhaps, if you really want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being born in the wrong era. Unfortunately, you met me in modern times..."

He paused, his tone calm but with unquestionable confidence: "This may make me seem arrogant, but I think I am just stating a fact."

"If you had only missed any time or place where I was, you might have been able to escape justice forever with this 'craft' and enjoy your luxurious life."

"But your misfortune is that you happened to appear in this era where I exist, in this place where I exist." Baijiu raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a torch, locking firmly with Grace's. "Looking around the world, only I can catch you. And only I would talk to you like this."

Grace remained silent, without saying anything to refute or deny.

There was a brief, suffocating silence.

After a moment, Grace raised her neck slightly, her eyes cast towards the ceiling, and her voice was filled with a deep sense of helplessness, as if she had been teased by fate: "I... am just a little girl, trying to make a living."

There was a sense of powerlessness between her lines.

Yes, if she was born into a happy and complete family, even if she only had one relative to rely on in this world.

Her situation might not be so bleak, and she might not choose to steal for basic survival.

For her, stealing does not come from malicious intentions, but is more of a compromise with cruel reality and a helpless surrender to unfair fate.

When she was penniless and had nowhere else to go, in order to survive, she had no choice but to choose the profession of a thief, which was notorious but could bring her hope.

A tear flashed uncontrollably in her eyes - she thought of her mother again, and the few truly beautiful moments in her short life.

Baijiu saw all her emotional fluctuations, but he did not choose to go forward to comfort her.

He knew very well how unpredictable the woman in front of him was. Any vulnerability she showed at this moment was most likely a carefully designed performance, an emotional trap set for him.

He remained calm and distant, interrupting her emotional ferment with a steady tone: "Stop reminiscing first. I understand the feelings you are describing."

"I've met countless people who have had similar destinies and walked similar paths as you."

As he said this, his mind couldn't help but flash through those faces in the organization that were once extremely familiar but now seemed cold to him.

This is an ironic and chilling association - most of those who are now trying their best to encircle and hunt him down once admired and respected him.

I didn't expect that when we met again, we would be enemies and fight against each other.

"You have no idea what you stole," Baijiu's tone became unusually serious, getting straight to the point. "If you knew, you would never, and wouldn't, dare to do this."

"How about this," Grace seemed to quickly suppress the sadness on her face. She adjusted her mood and proposed a condition to Baijiu, "Get me out of here, and I'll take you to find the key."

When Baijiu heard the word "key", his eyes lit up instantly.

He raised a finger, his expression revealing an excitement that was difficult to conceal - it seemed like he had been waiting for this opportunity to make a breakthrough for a long time.

"I have a better idea." He quickly took over the conversation, his tone unquestionable, "Only if you tell me everything honestly will I consider... helping you escape."

He didn't even wait to see if Grace agreed to the deal. He directly asked the first question, adopting the strategy of "act first and ask questions later": "First, who is your employer?"

This is like a student asking for leave. The smart thing to do is to make sure you have left first, and then contact the counselor to make up the leave note.

So what if you don’t agree?

Could he catch me on the high-speed train?

Just like now, what if you, Grace, don't cooperate? Now the only person who can help you out of this predicament is me, Baijiu.

If you don't meet my conditions, I will have enough patience to keep fighting with you.

"Don't try to lie." Baijiu showed a cold and warning smile on his face, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "You can see through me at a glance."

"I'm so sorry," Grace replied surprisingly calmly. There was no trace of fear on her face, as if she had already prepared the answer. "I don't know who my employer is."

"All our communications are basically conducted through encrypted online channels."