Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Baijiu lowered his head, his gaze quickly sweeping across the area below.

Vermouth, too, was gripping another protrusion, looking up at him, her hair tousled by the airflow, but her eyes remained calm as she awaited his decision.

Can't wait any longer!

That piano was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, and the sound of the bandages snapping was like the countdown to death.

Every "bang" meant they were one step closer to being smashed into mincemeat.

Bai Jiu took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe away the blood flowing down his forehead that was obstructing his vision—he didn't know when he had been cut by flying shards, but he had no time to care at the moment.

His entire attention was focused on calculating the distance and the landing point.

It's now!

He suddenly released his grip on the armrest!

My body plummeted instantly!

But he did not fall blindly.

In the brief moment of falling, he adjusted his posture, bent his legs slightly, and set his sights on the relatively stable low table embedded in the wall below Vermouth!

Vermouth was gripping its armrest tightly.

boom!

With a heavy thud, Baijiu's feet landed precisely on the target point.

The immense impact not only caused the pedals to groan, but was also transmitted through the connecting structure to the handrails that Vermouth was gripping tightly.

Vermouth immediately felt a violent tremor and pulling sensation in her arm, but she gritted her teeth and clenched her fingers even tighter, enduring the sudden extra load and maintaining her balance.

Using the momentum as a buffer, Baijiu bent his knees to lower his center of gravity, barely managing to stand firm on the swaying surface. He was now positioned slightly below and in front of Vermouth.

Without pausing, he immediately reached up and growled, "Grab me!"

Vermouth did not hesitate at all.

The moment Baijiu reached out her hand, her two curled-up legs kicked off the sloping carriage wall!

Using the momentum, he leaped into the air, like an elegant and swift cat, precisely placing his wrist into the waiting palm of the white wine.

Baijiu clenched his five fingers, gripped firmly, and pulled smoothly, causing Vermouth to land lightly on the relatively stable platform he was on. The force of the impact caused both of them to sway, but Baijiu's strong arms provided the best cushioning.

The momentum almost caused her to crash into his arms. She instinctively pressed herself close, briefly burying her cheek in the crook of his neck, absorbing his reassuring breath and warmth.

Although the atmosphere was mixed with gunpowder smoke, blood, and sweat.

Baijiu made no extra movements, only swiftly and gently stroking her slightly messy long hair with one hand, his fingertips picking up a few specks of dust, the movement as light as if he were touching a fragile treasure.

But this tenderness was fleeting; his eyes immediately regained their hawk-like sharpness as he quickly scanned the collapsing environment around him.

"Hold on tight." His deep voice rang in her ear, carrying an undeniable calmness, as he tightened his arms around her waist, firmly linking their weight together.

He slightly adjusted his direction, positioning Vermouth in a relatively protected position, while his own back faced the dangerous area where debris was constantly falling.

Baijiu's gaze was calm as still water as it fell on Vermouth's face. Despite the hellish roar and collapse all around, his voice carried a strange, soothing power: "Trust me."

Vermouth met his gaze and nodded emphatically.

Deep within those captivating eyes, a barely perceptible trace of worry flashed by like a shooting star, but it was instantly replaced by an even stronger sense of trust and resolve.

She knew that in such a critical moment, she must not become a burden to him, for any hesitation or panic could push them both to their doom.

She might really be just one step away from escaping, and she had to suppress all her worries and show absolute calm and cooperation.

In the blink of an eye, she didn't even see how the liquor exerted its power.

The liquor actually jumped over!

The target of the liquor was the metal luggage rack that was exposed due to the twisting of the carriage, which was originally located above the window!

One end of the frame was loose and teetering on the verge of collapse, but for now, it was the only possible support to hold them up.

This was undoubtedly another crazy gamble! Gambling that the frame could withstand the weight of such a violent impact, gambling that they could find another foothold before it completely fell apart!

Baijiu's body stretched out in the air, his feet landing precisely on the narrow metal frame. The enormous impact made the frame creak, and sparks flew from the anchor points.

His knees were slightly bent, and his core muscles were taut to the extreme, as if nails were used to firmly fix him in this precarious little space.

This time, the gambler Baijiu won again.

Despite the metal frame beneath his feet groaning and swaying, it did buy him a moment to catch his breath and crucial height.

Baijiu gripped a twisted metal beam above his head with one hand, leaning most of his body over the edge of danger.

He quickly scanned the area above, and his heart sank—the last bandage binding the piano had been stretched to its limit, emitting a piercing wail as if it were about to snap!

The massive black shadow was making its final, fatal sway.

No time!

For the first time, he roared at Vermouth below, his voice almost a roar: "Jump! The piano is about to fall!"

Upon hearing the sound, Vermouth did not hesitate at all, nor did she even look up at the approaching shadow of death.

She completely trusted Baijiu's judgment, pushed off with her feet, leaped upwards, and reached out her hands towards Baijiu's waiting arms.

The instant her fingertips touched the baijiu in her palm—

Boom!!! Crack——!!!

A deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in, exploded behind us!

The heavy grand piano finally broke free of its restraints, and with an aura of destruction, it crashed down like a black mountain, grazing the soles of Vermouth's shoes!

Wherever it went, everything—the remaining furniture, the twisted floor, even the structural frame of the carriage—was instantly crushed and cleared away!

The immense wind pressure violently propelled Vermouth toward the liquor.

Baijiu's arms were bulging with veins as he withstood the tremendous impact and steadily pulled her to his side.

The two clung tightly to the relatively stable side wall of the carriage, looking down.

The "ground" that had been beneath their feet had vanished, replaced by a huge hole that had been smashed open.

Through it, you can clearly see the wreckage of the lower carriages falling like meteors into that dizzying abyss!

There was absolutely no chance to catch our breath!

"Let's go!" Baijiu's voice was short and hoarse.

He turned around first, braced his back against the cold carriage wall, and used both hands and feet to climb laboriously up the narrow, constantly swaying edge towards the top of the carriage connection.

Vermouth followed closely behind, each step teetering on the edge of life and death.

However, the very path they relied on for escape also carried an ominous warning.

The hinges and metal structure connecting the two carriages, after enduring continuous impacts and unbalanced weight, finally began to emit a groan more desperate than the bandages binding a piano—a groan emanating from the steel itself.

Crack...crack...the fixing bolts were flying off one by one, and cracks were spreading like venomous snakes along the weld.

This last refuge is about to drag them down into the abyss as well.

Time is really running out.