Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The violent tremors did not stop; instead, they intensified like the final spasms of a dying beast, wave after wave.

Amidst the shrill, twisting sound of metal, a new and more unsettling noise suddenly broke in—a powerful jet of high-pressure gas violently erupted from the breach in the carriage, emitting a piercing hissing sound!

It was gushing out from a ruptured pipe.

This out-of-control airflow, like an invisible blade, swept across the stove next to it, which was already sparking due to a short circuit.

call--!

The spark ignited upon contact with air, instantly bursting into a dazzling burst of light!

The flames greedily licked at the leaking flammable gas and scattered grease in the air, and the fire spread at an alarming speed, forming a raging wall of fire in the blink of an eye, blocking most of the passage, and scorching waves of air rushed towards us!

The flickering firelight illuminated Vermouth's calm, almost cold face. She squinted, avoiding the thick smoke, and spoke quickly and clearly: "We need to hurry!"

The flames not only bring high temperatures and the risk of suffocation, but more deadly is that they rapidly consume the already limited oxygen in the carriage and may trigger a larger explosion.

Without further ado, the two quickened their pace once more.

However, the road ahead was even more hopeless than the flames—the viscous grease spilled from the overturned oil drums had already evenly covered most of the ground due to the violent tilt of the floor, forming a smooth "oil pool" that reflected eerie firelight.

This isn't walking at all; it's more like trying to balance on top of a giant, constantly wobbling, oil-covered sphere!

Every time I tried to place my foot, it would slip uncontrollably, and I couldn't find any reliable foothold.

Huh-boom!

A terrifying sound of gas exploding came from behind, and the tilted carriage seemed to have been kicked hard, its angle increasing sharply again!

The flames that were still spreading seemed to be injected with a violent life force, turning into a golden-red sea of ​​fire, like a tsunami that had burst its banks, carrying all-consuming high temperatures and pungent smoke, rushing towards their backs!

The heatwave scorched the air, and even the ends of our hair smelled burnt.

There was no need to turn around; the deadly burning sensation was already upon them.

“Don’t look back!”

The two shouted the words in unison, their voices almost swallowed up by the roar of the explosions and flames, yet clearly conveying their resolve to each other.

Baijiu's arms tightened around Vermouth's waist, almost lifting her off the ground. Vermouth also gripped his hands tightly around her waist, their fingers intertwined, surrendering all her trust and her own balance to him.

The burning sensation on my back had become scalding hot, and the roar of flames was close to my ears, like the breath of death.

It's now!

Using the momentum of the carriage's final tilt, the two leaped forward with all their might!

Their bodies were almost parallel to the ground, like two birds breaking free from their cages, narrowly escaping through the twisted metal passage connecting the two carriages!

Pfft!Pfft!

The two crashed heavily onto the relatively stable ground, and the immense inertia caused them to tumble together several times before coming to a stop.

In an instant, the world seemed to fall silent.

Behind them was the kitchen car, still burning, collapsing, and plunging into the abyss, while they were currently in a relatively intact dining car.

Although the tables and chairs were overturned and the cups and plates were in disarray, at least there was no open flame or fatal tilt.

The air still carried the scents of food and wine, creating an eerie contrast with the burnt smell behind them.

The two collapsed onto the cold floor, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath.

A sharp pain shot through my back from drinking the liquor; my clothes were probably burned by the high temperature.

Vermouth's blond hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat and cigarette ash, making her look somewhat disheveled.

Neither of them spoke immediately. They remained lying on the ground, pressed tightly together, feeling each other's wildly beating hearts and real body temperature, trying to calm the shock that was about to burst out of their chests.

The brief respite was interrupted by a new crisis. Vermouth's nose keenly caught a whiff of burnt protein, and at the same time, her hand, which had been resting on Baijiu's shoulder, felt a sudden, intense heat.

Her gaze sharpened as she looked at Baijiu—a few strands of hair near the back of his head had been ignited by the approaching flames, and dangerous flames were leaping up!

However, neither of them showed any sign of panic.

Baijiu didn't even move, but felt the heat coming from behind, and his body tensed slightly.

Vermouth's eyes turned cold, but her movements were fluid and graceful.

She abruptly ripped off the white tablecloth from the dining table next to her, deftly wrapped it around her hand to increase its thickness and barrier effect.

The next second, she was already straddling Baijiu's waist, using her body weight to fix him to the ground, her long and powerful legs tightly clamping his body to stabilize herself.

This pose appears both intimate and highly effective in a crisis.

Without hesitation, she precisely covered the burning hair with the tablecloth and pressed it down hard!

laugh……

The faint flame was extinguished instantly due to lack of oxygen, leaving only a small tuft of charred hair and wisps of smoke.

At the very instant the fire went out—

Rumble...!

The entire restaurant car jolted violently and began to slide down the cliff slope at an accelerated speed once again!

The immense inertia caused all the unfixed objects to lose their balance.

Cups, plates, bottles, tables, chairs... as if freed from the constraints of gravity, they converged into a deadly torrent, pouring down towards the tilting carriage!

The dining table tumbled and crashed like a waterfall, making a deafening shattering sound!

Having just escaped the fire, the two were immediately plunged into the immense danger of being swallowed by a "mudslide" of furniture and utensils.

Vermouth had to immediately roll off the bottle, the two of them clinging to the floor, dodging the debris rushing towards them.

Having just escaped the inferno, they plunged into the torrent.