Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

“You have to jump over!” Baijiu shouted.

"What?" Vermouth was taken aback: "Jump over?"

"Never mind all that, just jump! Hurry! I'm right behind you!" Baijiu swung his arms, and the train tilted more and more.

The very next second after Vermouth lightly leaped off the roof, the carriage beneath their feet finally reached its breaking point amidst a sickening metallic cracking sound.

The car plunged almost vertically down the cliff, nose down!

A tremendous feeling of weightlessness suddenly gripped the liquor still clinging to the roof of the car.

But as if he had anticipated this, the instant the car body became completely vertical, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and his body swung forward like a pendulum.

His hands gripped the end of the last carriage, which was not yet completely vertical, like iron clamps—a small section of metal beam or protruding structure at the connection point!

Boom!

A tremendous splash and the roar of metal breaking apart came from below as the massive carriage crashed into the rocky sea below, sending up towering waves.

But the danger is far from over!

Baijiu's body was suspended in mid-air, supported entirely by his arm strength. The carriage he was clinging to, having lost its pull from behind and the support of the cliff edge, was creaking ominously and beginning to slide downwards at an accelerated pace! Debris and dust collapsed from the cliff edge, and smoke filled the air.

Vermouth was now safely positioned further back on the relatively stable roof of the carriage. She knelt on one knee, lowering her center of gravity, and gripped the protrusion on the edge of the roof tightly with both hands to stabilize herself. Her extremely calm gaze pierced through the rising dust and was firmly fixed on the white wine hanging below.

She saw Baijiu's back and arms taut from exerting extreme force, and his body swaying dangerously as the carriage slid.

But she didn't rush forward to offer help—because she knew the power of baijiu and was even more aware that in such extreme circumstances, any "help" without his permission was unacceptable.

These could disrupt his rhythm and effort in self-rescue, and could even be fatal interference.

She chose to believe, just as she believed in her own judgment.

She was like a mother leopard poised to pounce, her muscles taut, ready to unleash all her power to rescue him the moment he gave the signal or when he actually made a mistake.

Her judgment was correct.

Just as the car below plunged into the sea and the splashing water had not yet subsided, the car to which the liquor was attached suddenly accelerated its descent, and the liquor moved!

Using the momentum of the carriage's downward lurch, he unleashed astonishing power from his arms, swinging his body upwards with explosive force! At the same time, he tightened his core, curled his legs upwards, and his whole body became like a spring compressed to its limit!

"Hey!"

With a short exhale, he spotted a foothold on the edge of the carriage where Vermouth was, released, stepped on, and leaped—three actions completed in the blink of an eye!

Just as his body was separated, the small section of the connecting piece he had been clinging to, along with the carriage behind it, completely collapsed off the edge of the cliff, carrying broken steel cables and sparks, following in the footsteps of the train in front, plunging into the abyss.

Baijiu's hand gripped the relatively safe edge of the carriage precisely and forcefully.

His entire body was suspended in mid-air. Although the height below was still dizzying, at least he had temporarily escaped the fate of being dragged to the bottom of the sea.

Vermouth reacted extremely quickly, immediately leaning forward and precisely grabbing the wrist of the white wine as it climbed upwards, pulling it upwards with all her might.

However, just as the liquor helped him lean onto the platform at the junction of the carriages—

Boom!

The entire kitchen car emitted an even more unsettling metallic creaking sound, and the tilting angle suddenly increased!

Worse still, several blinding sparks had appeared inside the carriage due to a short circuit or gas leak, and the air was filled with a burnt smell and a hint of danger.

"This place can't hold up!" Baijiu roared, and the moment his body was pulled up, he kicked open the inner door of the connection without hesitation.

"thumping!"

The door was kicked open, but the scene behind it was even worse—due to the violent tilt, a metal bucket filled with butter or grease, which was originally fixed in the kitchen, overturned and spilled thick, slippery yellow grease all over the floor, right in front of the door!

Baijiu stepped out and landed right on a patch of oil!

"Chiliu——"

A deadly slipping sensation came from beneath my feet!

Even with a very stable lower body, the sudden slipperiness and the tilt of the carriage caused him to lose his balance instantly and fall forward!

At the critical moment, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed a sturdy metal handrail by the door. His arm muscles tensed up instantly, stopping his fall.

Almost simultaneously, Vermouth, who was right behind him, did not hesitate at all. In the instant her body lost control due to the tilt, she instinctively lunged forward, tightly wrapping her arms around the arm that was supporting their weight, like vines, completely entrusting her stability to him.

Clang! Crash—!

The vibrations in the carriage became even more intense, as if it might fall apart completely at any moment.

The kitchen was a complete mess. The ingredients, knives, pots and pans that were originally on the countertop had rolled and slid down the sloping floor into the lower part of the carriage as if they had been freed.

Tomatoes, onions, shattered porcelain plates, gleaming kitchen knives... everything mixed together, forming a chaotic and dangerous "avalanche," exacerbating the chaos on the eve of destruction.

The whole world is tilting, twisting, and collapsing wildly.

Baijiu felt as if he were in the epicenter of a cataclysmic earthquake, with the floorboards constantly slipping beneath his feet and crackling sparks and falling debris overhead.

Every groan and crack of metal struck my heart.

He held Vermouth's wrist tightly as the two struggled upwards through the severely sloping, debris-strewn passageway toward the relatively safer rear of the vehicle.

Every step felt like wading through a viscous swamp, requiring you to contend with a huge incline and obstacles rolling in from below.

"Stay close to me!" Baijiu roared, suddenly pulling Belmod in front of him, so that he would protect her from behind and she would scout ahead.

He had to make sure she got to the safe area first.

However, at the very moment the formation changed—BOOM!!!

Another violent tremor, far more intense than the one before, suddenly struck!

The entire carriage seemed to have been struck by a giant hammer, emitting a mournful cry as if it were on the verge of collapse! The angle of tilt suddenly increased, reaching almost sixty degrees!

"Ah!" Vermouth exclaimed, losing her footing and falling backward.

The reaction of baijiu is extremely fast!

Almost instinctively, he loosened his grip on her wrist, his arm swiftly wrapping around Vermouth's waist, holding her tightly in his arms, using his body as her support and cushion.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his other arm, using the hard forearm muscles on the outside of his arm to firmly protect Vermouth's forehead and temple, pressing her head and face tightly against his chest to prevent her from being hit by flying debris.

At the very moment he completed this series of protective actions, a heavy metal oil drum, which was originally fixed high up, fell from directly above them with a whooshing sound as the fixing device came loose!

There was no time to dodge the liquor, and nowhere to hide!

He could only grit his teeth, arch his back sharply, and use his broad spine to meet the heavy shadow of the falling object head-on!

Bang! !

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag.

The oil drum slammed into Baijiu's right side of the back of his chest. The huge impact made his vision go black, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

He grunted, but his arms tightened around Vermouth, and his legs remained firmly planted in place, refusing to be knocked down!

The oil drum bounced off and rolled into the abyss, splashing him with sticky grease.

Bai Jiu endured the excruciating pain in his back and the churning of his blood, looking down at Vermouth in his arms.

He released his arms from her head and face, his voice hoarse with pain: "Are you alright? Keep going!"

His gaze remained resolute, as if the heavy blow from before was merely a speck of dust brushing against his shoulder.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything; he had to take her and break out of this crumbling steel tomb.