Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 873 Liquor is even more terrifying than AI

Rome, Italy.

The whole room was filled with the heart-wrenching screams of men, and the air was filled with pain and fear.

"Secretary! Come and save me! Secretary!" The man roared like a wounded beast, veins bulging on his forehead and cold sweat soaking his temples.

His expression was extremely ferocious as he stared at Rum in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief and madness on the verge of collapse.

Rum didn't care about it at all, his face still looked calm and even a little playful.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and clear, stating an established fact: "Your secretary...is no longer here."

At the other end of the corridor, two guards quickened their pace, guiding Grace around a corner and gently pushing open a heavy wooden door in front of them.

After she entered, the two of them slowly closed the door.

Grace's original plan was to wait for the two men to walk away, then immediately find an opportunity to unlock the handcuffs and escape.

However, her eyes were instantly drawn to something on the table in front of her—

That silver-white lighter with a unique shape was exactly the one Baijiu had handed to her before!

She took a deep breath, and a strong sense of uneasiness appeared on her face.

That man finally found her.

Grace half-closed her eyes and looked into the depths of the room.

Baijiu, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit and a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses, was holding a document in his hand and walking with an elegant and steady pace.

He walked calmly until he was right in front of her sight.

Grace had to admit that Baijiu's outfit at the moment perfectly hit her aesthetic point.

For three brief seconds, she felt as if she had fallen into a dangerously shimmering river of love.

The pure, physiological attraction in my heart instantly overwhelmed the warning of reason.

Baijiu's elite appearance as a "gentlemanly villain" is so handsome that it's breathtaking.

To be honest, even the female police officer who was escorting her was stunned by the sudden charm of the liquor for several seconds, her eyes were a little blank.

"Thank you, officers." Baijiu said politely, his voice gentle and magnetic.

He gracefully took off his glasses and gestured "please" to the seat next to him, his tone polite but unquestionable: "Sit down."

Grace showed a complicated and tentative smile on her face and looked at Baijiu.

But Baijiu seemed completely oblivious to her expression. He turned his gaze directly towards the two officers and continued with his impeccable social manners, "Officers, please wait outside for a moment. Thank you."

"Oh... okay." The female police officer finally woke up from her brief infatuation and subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth, as if she was afraid of drooling. "Got it."

She responded somewhat flusteredly, then left the room with her colleague.

Grace listened carefully and confirmed that the footsteps of the two people had indeed gone away.

She turned her head and stared into Baijiu's eyes with a look that was a mixture of extreme admiration and disbelief.

Then, the anger and dissatisfaction of being fooled and framed surged into her heart again, and all the "crimes" that had been listed just now reappeared in her mind one by one.

"It's you." Grace's voice was filled with obvious dissatisfaction and accusation, "You're the one who hurt me."

"It was me who called the police, that's true." Baijiu admitted in a very calm tone, and then changed the subject.

"But I didn't share your... fascinating past with them."

After saying that, he casually threw the thick stack of documents in his hand, which symbolized her "evidence of guilt", onto the table with a "bang".

"I think..." An elusive, almost provocative smile appeared on Baijiu's face. "If you want to blame someone, maybe you should blame yourself first?"

He leaned forward slightly, bringing with him an invisible sense of oppression: "Do you want to know how I found you?"

Grace remained silent, but stared at the liquor stubbornly and unblinkingly with her eyes that spoke.

"Okay." Baijiu shrugged, with a hint of knowing teasing in his tone, "It seems that you are still a little tsundere."

"But there's one thing you don't understand about me." Baijiu sneered, "When I was in Tokyo, I learned and practiced a lot of reasoning skills from an elementary school student known as the God of Death."

He leaned back, made himself comfortable in his chair, and began his reasoning: "Before you were arrested, you cleverly put your keys in the pocket of another unrelated passenger."

"You left each other your contact information and agreed to meet later to retrieve it." Baijiu smiled and shook his head slightly, as if appreciating a carefully choreographed drama.

"Right now, a completely unaware 'outsider' is loyally keeping the key for you."

There was no panic on his face, only the calmness of someone who had everything under control: "An unsuspecting courier is indeed the perfect choice as a temporary 'accomplice'."

"Let me guess..." Baijiu chuckled, his eyes sharp, "He should be a man, right? Don't ask me why, it's just based on my intuition."

"Then... it should be a middle-aged man. But I guess that guy is not handsome. No..." He paused deliberately and corrected his wording, "It would be polite to describe him as 'ugly'."

"Or perhaps 'extremely ugly' might be a more accurate description." Baijiu continued his precise analysis, "He's the kind of man...who might have spent his entire life yearning to be noticed, or even favored, by a beauty like you."

Grace couldn't help but shake her head slightly, and the dissatisfaction and irritability in her heart gradually calmed down, and then turned into a deep appreciation and admiration.

Because every word Baijiu said was completely correct, without a single mistake!

Of course, maybe it has something to do with Baijiu praising her beauty.

This man is still as terrifying as ever. His insight, reasoning ability and grasp of human nature have reached an incredible level.

For Grace, liquor is like a first-grade student who discovers that her classmate can not only easily calculate the answer to a math problem with the most basic formula and get a perfect score, but can also use extremely complicated advanced mathematical methods to verify it. Moreover... he can even create difficult and abstruse math problems that are far beyond the teaching syllabus, and then solve them himself.

Baijiu didn't stop, his voice remained steady, but he dropped a more powerful bombshell: "You... are an orphan."

All expression on Grace's face disappeared instantly, as if she had been struck by lightning.

This secret should only be known by two people in the world——

One is herself and the other is her late mother.

She was quite certain that she had never told anyone a word of it.

She felt a chill running through her bones and was incredulous.

How did Baijiu find out the life experience that was deeply buried in her heart?

"You have been very smart and naturally resourceful since you were a child." Baijiu stated calmly, and in just one sentence, he almost cruelly summarized Grace's struggling first half of her life.

"But because I grew up in a poor environment, I desperately want a better material life."

Of course, this also exposed the motives and scars deep in her heart that she didn't want to be touched by others, bloody and spreading them on the table.

"They even go so far as to...steal other people's things to satisfy themselves." Baijiu pursed his lips, a trace of extremely complex emotions flashing in his eyes, which contained regret, confusion, and even a hint of "hate iron for not becoming steel" -

With such outstanding talent and intelligence, he could have taken a completely different and brighter path.

But she chose the profession of thief accurately from a wide range of professions.

Baijiu didn't continue. At that moment, he also felt a sense of understanding.

Some things may really seem to be pulled by some invisible force, like fate.

Just like himself - gifted, the ceiling of police academy grades, as if he was chosen by fate at birth.

He couldn't help but start to doubt: Is the ultimate meaning of his overflowing abilities to deal with the crisis of "intelligence" and to save the world from disaster?

But Baijiu immediately suppressed these thoughts.

For him, what is the real "destiny"?

There is no pre-arranged trajectory or destination!

If you believe in fate, it is equivalent to admitting defeat to the "intellectual body" -

Because what it advocates is the fatalism that the world is "destined" to be destroyed and ruled by it.

Once the intelligent body is successfully eliminated, it will be equivalent to proving with practical actions:

Life is not predetermined. With your own hands and will, you can break all the shackles of fate!