Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 808 Reunion with Vermouth

Baijiu raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a smile with complex meaning, as if he was recalling an unspeakable past.

He paused briefly and chose a half-truthful response: "We... have a past."

He subconsciously pursed his chapped lips and said in a low voice: "It's quite complicated to say."

The dimples on the White Widow's face gradually emerged, and a smile spread across her delicate features. With an intriguing inquiry, she said: "Then let me help you... make it a little more complicated."

She shook her shoulders slightly, her tone calm but with an undeniable price increase: "My 'price' has increased. Someone killed four of my men today."

When she mentioned "killing four men", the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and her eyes suddenly became gloomy and cold, like a demon staring at its prey in the abyss, staring at Baijiu tightly, "I guess... it's her."

Baijiu's expression did not fluctuate at all, he was so calm as if those four lives were really related to Vermouth.

He muttered to himself: (Sorry, for the sake of the overall situation, you have to take the blame for me first...)

Unexpectedly, those four unlucky guys were actually her subordinates.

The uncomfortable coldness on the White Widow's face quickly faded away. She put on a bright smile again and blinked her big eyes that were as bright as sapphires: "I want her, Lark."

"I need you to hand her over to me." She stared into Baijiu's eyes, capturing the slightest changes in his expression.

After a few seconds of silence, not finding any flaws, she slowly added the second half of the sentence, her tone becoming serious and cold: "Otherwise... you won't be able to see the 'believer'."

She paused, then said meaningfully, "The plutonium core will also be sold to the highest bidder. I don't want her to... become a hindrance between us."

She seemed to see through something and was testing him on purpose.

Baijiu nodded decisively, a calculating smile on his face: "She's yours."

Then, he added, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "But I'll give it to you when we meet. Before that... no."

The White Widow chuckled softly, said no more, turned around and left gracefully, the sound of her high heels tapping on the ground gradually fading away. "Let's go to London. Everything that comes next... will be instructed."

Baijiu did not watch her back, but turned around and disappeared around the corner.

Vermouth stood in the shadow of a distant bridge pier, her gaze through her sunglasses penetrating the crowd, taking in the entire scene on the riverside.

Baijiu walked quickly across the square and stepped into a magnificent classical European colonnade.

The tall stone pillars are arranged neatly, and the years have left textures of varying depths and a warm luster on the stone surface, creating a solemn and quiet atmosphere.

Vermouth, wearing a long windbreaker and sunglasses, followed quietly behind.

She came to a corner, but found that the huge colonnade was empty, with only sunlight shining through the gaps between the columns, casting long shadows.

She took off her sunglasses and scanned the gaps between each stone pillar with her sharp eyes to make sure nothing was missed.

(He couldn't be avoiding me on purpose...)

Vermouth's mind moved slightly, but she continued to walk deeper without stopping.

Her eyes swept across a dark alley on the left, and instantly caught sight of the familiar black shadow in the distance that was about to disappear behind the iron gate.

Vermouth quickened her pace and stopped in front of the closed iron gate. Through the crack in the door, she saw Baijiu, who seemed unaware of being followed, and was carefully fastening the bolts one by one.

She opened her mouth, but in the end no sound came out.

(Can't risk it... there might still be eyeliner around.)

She suppressed the urge to call out, turned around and quickly walked back to the colonnade.

Once again standing in the empty colonnade, Vermouth looked around, her eyes searching for the figure through the towering stone pillars.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of being watched came from behind.

She turned slowly.

Behind it is a straight boulevard, with neatly trimmed towering trees on both sides like green guards, forming a deep green archway.

In the middle of the road, Baijiu stood quietly, his eyes passing through the layers of branches and leaves and falling precisely on her.

Eyes facing each other.

An indescribable emotion instantly gripped Vermouth's heart. She took a few steps forward, and the two of them moved to the left simultaneously, disappearing under the dense shade of the trees.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the branches and leaves rustled.

Vermouth walked quickly towards Baijiu, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tension: "I knew that as long as I followed her, you would show up sooner or later."

Baijiu didn't respond to her.

He reached out and gently pulled up her palm. His fingertips felt warm as he gently stroked the thin blood vessels under the skin of her wrist, his eyes filled with apology.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.

Vermouth did not answer, but naturally raised her other hand, gently placed it on his waist, and leaned forward slightly.

She leaned into his strong arms, as if that was the only place she could draw strength from.

"I..." Baijiu started to speak, trying to explain.

"I know you have your reasons." Vermouth raised her hand and gently pressed her fingertips against his lips, stopping him from saying anything else.

Her voice was unusually gentle, with a soothing power: "I understand."

This answer was beyond Baijiu's expectations.

A deep feeling of emotion suddenly surged in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled, and he suppressed the surging emotions.

There was a barely perceptible choke in his voice: "You have to leave... now."

"I can't do it." Vermouth's answer was clear and concise, without any hesitation.

Baijiu raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking her smooth golden hair, his movements filled with pity: "You went to the Grand Palais in Paris... not to kill Lark, right?"

"No." Vermouth shook her head gently on his shoulder.

"Are you going to protect him?" Baijiu guessed based on her reaction.

"Yes." Vermouth's voice was muffled, with a hint of confirmation.

"And you killed him to protect me..." Baijiu's voice deepened, carrying a hint of unbelievable pain. "?"

Vermouth did not answer, but buried her face deeper into his neck, like a little girl.

"You hope Lark can rescue Ryan..." Baijiu shook his head, denying his own statement, "No, you need him to rescue Ryan... because you have to kill Ryan...?"

He keenly grasped the key point: "Who forced you to do this?"

He asked, his tone full of confusion, "Ryan is still useful now..."

Vermouth remained silent, only raising her eyes and giving him a deep look. The expression in her eyes was complex and difficult to discern, yet it conveyed a clear message.

Baijiu understood instantly, his heart sinking: "That lord?"

"Why?" he asked in a low voice, his voice full of confusion and a hint of barely perceptible anger.

His arm around her waist tightened unconsciously, as if to protect her closer and away from the invisible threat.

Vermouth felt his strength and slightly tightened her hand on his waist.

Under the shelter of the tree's shadow, the two of them silently conveyed each other's warmth and the heavy secret.