Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Did you talk to them or meet them?" Baijiu's tone was cold and hard like an interrogation, and his eyes were sharp as he looked at Vermouth.

"I told you a long time ago," Vermouth sighed helplessly, "I am only loyal to this group now. Baijiu, I think you really need a good rest."

She scratched her chin lightly with her slender fingers and continued to explain: "As for those 'colleagues' in the British department... they can't risk coming to see me in person."

"So," Vermouth met Baijiu's scrutinizing gaze, "all communications are electronic, using encrypted digital signals."

Baijiu lowered his eyes, tapping his knuckles unconsciously on the table, lost in thought.

“However…” Vermouth shook her head slightly, remaining cautious, “We can’t be 100% sure that the ‘Intelligent Body’ is behind this.”

"But you also can't prove it isn't." Lao Hei immediately added calmly.

Baijiu regained control of the conversation, his brow furrowed, a rare trace of regret crossing his face. "Apart from the conversation happening right now in this room, we can't be sure of any information from the outside world..."

His voice was low: "Maybe... you shouldn't have come here."

"White wine..." Macallan tried to comfort.

"Shut up." Baijiu interrupted coldly for the second time, "I know what you are going to say, but I don't need comfort."

His gaze turned to Macallan, becoming sharp. “Except for me and Vermouth, most of you don’t really know about rum. Let me ask you, have you ever seen rum?”

Macallan shook his head weakly. Baijiu was right; he and Blackie's understanding of rum was indeed limited.

"Since you don't understand, then I'll tell you." Baijiu's face was expressionless, and his voice was cold. "He doesn't enjoy killing itself..."

"It's the pain of killing. To him, I might be his greatest enemy. And now, with the help of the 'Intelligence'..."

He paused. "I think he already knows how to deal with me."

He looked around at everyone, his eyes heavy. “The method is—through you, my only remaining friends.”

"If Rum knew about you..." Baijiu didn't finish his words.

Lao Hei crossed his arms, leaned forward, and said meaningfully, "Then the 'intelligent body' will definitely know as well."

Baijiu acquiesced to this cruel logic: "Since it wants me to come here, it must have its purpose."

His expression remained tense. "Just like it led you all here. All of this is what 'intelligent body' means."

"Who, or what, is most important to you..." McAllen said slowly.

"Listen, before there's still time," Baijiu said urgently, "you must leave! Everyone, leave here immediately!"

"Wait a minute, Baijiu." Macallan, no longer as active as usual, looked unusually calm. "Although 'calm' has always been your label, I think the person who needs to calm down the most right now is you."

He pursed his lips and pointed out calmly but firmly, "Have you ever considered that if we were to leave, that would be exactly what the 'Intelligence' is for?"

"That's right." After a moment of silence, Vermouth joined the discussion and pointed out sharply: "What if it just wants you to go to that party alone?"

"Do you think I haven't thought of this?" Baijiu asked, his voice filled with suppressed anxiety. "Then let it be! At least this way, I won't have to worry about your safety anymore. For me..."

He took a deep breath and said, "You are the most important people to me now."

"There's no need to elaborate on this kind of thing. We all understand." Vermouth responded neatly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone. "Now you understand, don't you? This is why I chose not to tell you everything in the beginning."

"Baijiu," Lao Hei's deep voice sounded, full of understanding and heaviness, "I understand how you feel, completely."

He looked at Baijiu meaningfully: "But I absolutely do not want this mission to be affected by us. Because this operation is not just about the organization..."

Lao Hei lowered his voice even more. "It's no exaggeration to say, Baijiu, you are playing the role of savior. Every decision we make now may affect the direction of the future."

He continued, "You have to understand that you are playing chess with a computer algorithm that can perform four-dimensional reasoning. It feels... like playing a global game with ants."

Macallan nodded excitedly, even stuttering a little. "Yes... That's right! The 'Intelligence' must have thoroughly studied our behavior patterns."

“Every move we make may have been calculated,” McCarron said, explaining the chilling possibility. “It’s like we’re acting in a movie that’s already finished…”

He became emotional. "And we might have already reached the middle of the progress bar! As for the ending... the 'intelligent body' has probably already deduced it countless times!"

McCarron continued excitedly, "To be frank, our conversation in this room right now is probably all within its predictions. If there were a surveillance camera here, it might light up red, instead of mocking us."

"Yes." Lao Hei rarely agreed with McAllen's words. Although the reality was cruel, it was the fact.

"Baijiu, if we really want to defeat the 'Intelligent Body'..." Lao Hei paused, "We must think like it."

"Cold, ruthless, and logical," he stated calmly.

"If that key can really control the 'Intelligence'," Vermouth added coldly, "then we must not let Rum get it at all costs."

"Vermouth is right." Old Black nodded. "Baijiu, you should be very clear about this. The only thing we can do now is to make sure that Rum can't get the key."

He took a deep breath. "My words may sound harsh, but they are the truth. Compared to this mission, our lives are nothing."

Baijiu turned his head to look at Lao Hei, then looked sideways at Vermouth's expression. After thinking for a moment, he said firmly, "I will never accept it."