Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"They all asked me to find this key for them." The White Widow stated in an orderly manner, her tone calm but with unquestionable weight.

"But I think this is all normal." Baijiu responded calmly, his eyes steady. "However, if you really find the key, you will be in a dilemma."

"That's right." Vermouth, who had been silent for a long time, added, her voice clear and calm, "Whoever gets the key will be forever grateful to you."

She changed the subject, her tone rising slightly with a warning, "But have you considered the attitude of other countries? To them, you will become an eternal enemy."

"Oh!" The White Widow deliberately made an exaggerated expression of surprise, her mouth wide open, and looked at Baijiu with burning eyes, "This girl is exactly what I like! You have good taste!"

She quickly collected her expression and took the initiative to bring the topic back on track: "Rum represents another interested client."

"In fact, today's party was initiated by this client," the White Widow said thoughtfully. Behind her, the huge blue screen flickered and pulsated, as if echoing her words.

Rum's eyes met the White Widow's, and he added meaningfully, "You could even say that the entire party tonight is filled with the scent of that client."

Baijiu observed the constantly vibrating blue light curtain around him with his peripheral vision. It felt like he was being watched by the eyes of an "intelligent body" - a cold gaze from a higher dimension.

He stood up.

Somewhere in the dark, he seemed to hear the low murmur of the "intelligent body".

Seeing this, Kil's eyes instantly became as sharp and resolute as a knife, but soon, a smile of control appeared on her cold face.

Rum also smiled with a sense of control. He had already seen everything unfold countless times in simulations two weeks ago. Now, it was just a step-by-step playout of a predetermined scenario.

For the first time, Baijiu felt an indescribable sense of fear. He looked around, feeling as if he had fallen into a trap carefully woven by the "intelligence body." From time to time, he could hear low, strange noises in his ears.

In fact, everyone present heard the sound - like the whisper of an ancient giant from the abyss.

Vermouth was the first to break the suffocating silence. For her, a woman with extensive experience, this was not enough to cause much fear.

"Could this be...?" Vermouth gave her a knowing smile.

"It's the intelligent body. You heard it right, this is its voice." Baijiu's answer was unusually calm. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead they were filled with a desire to challenge the "intelligent body".

"It seems it truly has self-awareness." An intriguing smile appeared on the White Widow's face. "Things are really getting more and more interesting. I like it."

"Now, back to the point." The White Widow elegantly crossed her legs and clapped her hands lightly. A hint of flattery appeared in her cold eyes. "Should I hand over the keys to my old friends?"

She gently swung her calves, staring at Baijiu's expression, and deliberately dragged out her tone, as if she was deliberately splitting a complete sentence into several parts to whet his appetite: "Or... should I hand over the key and my fate to this somewhat ugly old man in front of me - Rum, and the mechanical demon behind him?" After saying this, she chuckled.

Vermouth still asked in a sharp tone: "I have a question that I have always wanted to ask, how can you be sure that you can get the complete key?"

"You already have half of it in your hand." Baijiu understood the hidden meaning of Vermouth and looked at the White Widow sincerely.

"Of course I know." The White Widow answered neatly, her eyes turning to Grace sitting in the corner of the sofa, "And she knows where the other half is."

"Suppose you did have the key," Grace said calmly, fear no longer in her eyes, "why not take the key and the great power it might bring for yourself?"

"Because she's just like us," Baijiu answered this seemingly profound but actually direct question without hesitation, "and she doesn't know what this key can actually unlock."

"Whether you like it or not," Baijiu cleared his throat and refocused his gaze on the White Widow, "you must now choose a buyer."

"Hahaha," the White Widow laughed, "that's a harsh word, Lark. But it's true."

"But..." Rum suddenly put away his smile, his tone becoming firm and deep, "Among all the people here, I'm the only one who knows what it can unlock."

He turned his gaze towards the liquor beside him, with a hint of provocation: "And what conditions can this handsome boy offer?"

"I'm asking you the same question," Vermouth quickly responded, retorting, "What conditions can Rum offer?"

"I anticipated you'd ask that during the deduction." Rum smiled with a determined look. "Like I told Grace before, the purpose of my trip isn't to get the key."

He clasped his hands together in satisfaction, as if everything was under control: "Because I have already seen the ending in my deduction."

"To put it in a metaphor, all of us are actors in this movie. And I, as both an actor and a director, have already seen the entire movie."

"Unfortunately," Rum shrugged, a hint of pity in his tone, "the film has already been completed. As actors, you have neither the qualifications nor the ability to change the predetermined ending."

"Tomorrow morning," Rum declared calmly, "both halves of the key will be in my hands."