Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

“If you don’t do as I say,” Baijiu said, like a leader, “everyone on this train will die.”

“Including you, including me.” Baijiu pointed to himself: “Although I don’t know what personal grudge I have with you, if you want to kill me…”

"You'll have to follow my instructions," Baijiu said calmly, then handed Kava Jiu's gun to him.

Rum staggered to his feet from under a pile of canvas; the impact of jumping off the roof of the car still made his bones ache.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly sinister look.

He ignored the fighting in the distance and quickly raised his wrist.

The smartwatch screen lights up, and a complex, dark blue pattern, like a jellyfish, slowly wriggles and changes—that's the active symbol of "Intelligent Body".

Below the image is a clear red countdown: 00:03:00

three minutes.

Rum's lips curled into an extremely cold smile, and without any hesitation, he pressed his thumb heavily on the confirmation button on the screen.

drop--

A soft electronic sound rang out. The countdown numbers started jumping from "03:00" and changed to "02:59".

Almost simultaneously, tens of kilometers away, beneath an ancient suspension bridge spanning two precipitous cliffs, a device hidden in the shadow of a steel frame also lit up with the same red numbers on its screen.

Immediately afterwards, like a swarm of bees awakened, countless explosives were activated one after another at the bridge piers, cable joints, and beneath the bridge deck. Cold electronic signals were transmitted rapidly along the hidden lines, and all the timers were precisely synchronized to the same numbers on Rum's wrist.

02:58... 02:57...

Inside the train, the kava and vodka must have followed the baijiu's lead.

While evacuating the crowd inside the carriage using a 'unique method,' Vodka, at the front, hesitantly directed the crowd: 'Everyone, please go to the front for a moment, it'll be over soon—'

"Damn it!" Kava loaded a bullet, raised the muzzle high, and shouted fiercely, "Everyone get the hell out of here! If you want to live, get to the back!"

The passengers in the carriage understood instantly and rushed towards the carriage in front of them.

The wind whistled through my ears like a muffled shriek.

Baijiu's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt atop the speeding train. He nimbly leaped across the connecting sections of carriage after carriage, each rise and fall precise and stable, as if the ground beneath his feet was not a potentially deadly torrent of steel, but a flat runway.

His goal was clear—the driver's cab at the very front of the train.

With his final leap, he landed steadily on the metal roof above the driver's cab.

Without pausing, he quickly located the emergency exit or ventilation opening, destroyed it with brute force or skill, and slid into the driver's cab cleanly and efficiently through the opening, like a fish.

"boom!"

The sound of their feet hitting the ground was exceptionally clear in the relatively enclosed space.

“Vermouth.” Baijiu gently patted her shoulder.

She didn't ask any other questions, but went straight to the point: "I've tried countless methods, but I can't stop this train."

Baijiu glanced around briefly, touched the various instruments, and quickly drew a conclusion—not a hopeful one, but a despairing one.

"Even if a god came, there would be no way to stop him." Baijiu turned around, grabbed Vermouth's wrist, and quickly walked away: "Let's go."

“The liquor, that key…” A hint of self-reproach flashed in Vermouth’s eyes.

"Vermouth, it's alright," Baijiu comforted her.

Then, like a magician, he pulled the cross key from his sleeve, placed it in front of Vermouth, and said in a firm tone, "I have it."

"We got it, don't worry." Baijiu's tone was very calm.

Bai Jiu opened his palm, and the metal key, symbolizing the key to breaking the deadlock, lay quietly in his hand, still warm from the struggle.

He was about to speak when he met Vermouth's gaze.

The change in his gaze was extremely subtle, yet it pierced through all the tension and noise in the driver's cab like an electric current.

At first, there was pure shock; my pupils dilated slightly, reflecting the outline of the key.

Without any warning, without even the slightest hesitation.

Vermouth suddenly stepped forward, stretched out her long arm and hooked it around Baijiu's neck, pulling him slightly closer.

At the same time, she tiptoed and precisely pressed her soft yet firm lips against Baijiu's slightly parted lips, which were filled with astonishment.

The kiss came suddenly, but it wasn't rough.

It is brief yet intense, like a powerful tranquilizer, or a silent declaration.

The moment their lips touched, time seemed to be briefly stretched out and frozen.

The indicator lights on the control panel were still flashing, and the scenery outside the window was still rushing by, but all of this had become a blurred background.

The liquor froze for a moment, but the body's instincts acted faster than thought.

He responded almost immediately, tightening his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss she had initiated.

A few seconds later, Vermouth ended the kiss first.

She took a half step back, a barely perceptible blush spreading across her cheeks, and gently touched the corner of her lips with her finger: "It seems my worries were unnecessary?"

Baijiu looked at her deeply, the turbulent waves in his eyes slowly subsiding, transforming into a deeper, gentle warmth that he showed only to her.

He gripped the key tightly in his hand, a very faint smile curving his lips.

"Hmm." Baijiu said calmly, "We have already changed the timeline. The next step is to end this farce."

He leaned against the cold wall of the freight car, even humming a tuneless little tune leisurely, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knees.

Countless futures, as imagined by the intelligent body, unfolded in his mind like a dazzling star map, with every path pointing to the same destination—his success and his rule.

failure?

That word had long been completely erased from his dictionary; it was the fate of ants.

He instinctively reached into his coat pocket, wanting to touch the key that symbolized a crucial step, to feel the cold texture of the metal, like touching his destined throne.

However, the sensation from his fingertips made him freeze instantly.

No... the weight is wrong!

That light, hard touch...

A chill ran down my spine and up to the top of my head, and the humming stopped abruptly.

Rum's face drained of color, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt.

He was like a madman, his fingers frantically rummaging through his pockets, searching every nook and cranny, his movements frantic and desperate.

Finally, he took something out of his pocket.

It wasn't the antique-style key I'd imagined, but a cheap, ubiquitous metal lighter.

It reflected a cold, mocking luster in the dim light.

Rum's pupils dilated to their maximum, staring intently at the lighter in his palm, as if he wanted to burn it through.

He looked at it over and over in disbelief, even squeezing it hard, hoping it was just an illusion and that the key would return in the next moment.

but no.

Nothing has changed.

The lighter lay cold in his sweaty palm, silently proclaiming a fact he had never foreseen and could never believe—he had failed.

"No...impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his voice dry as if sandpaper were being rubbed.

The countless successful scenarios simulated by the intelligent system shattered before his eyes like glass, turning into dust.

The absolute future he relied on for survival and firmly believed in collapsed completely at this moment.

The entire world that supported his ambition seemed to have its foundation emptied in an instant, rapidly sinking and collapsing beneath his feet.

His strength receded like a receding tide, his legs went weak, and he had to grab the handrail next to him to keep his balance.

An unprecedented, chilling sense of despair, like countless icy hands, gripped him tightly from all sides, choking him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

With his last ounce of strength, he let out a twisted roar, a roar filled with disbelief, overwhelming rage, and utter despair.

"Liquor--!!!"