Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

He leaned forward, staring intently at the liquor bottle from less than a meter away, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"So you killed him, didn't you?! Because you knew he would investigate! Because he might really be close to the truth! Because you couldn't let anyone know what really happened in Prague, you couldn't let anyone know that the real target of your mission wasn't an arms dealer at all, but—"

His words came to an abrupt halt, as if he had touched upon a forbidden zone that even he himself found terrifying.

He took a deep breath, forcibly swallowing back the even more shocking accusations that followed, but his chest still heaved violently, and the hatred in his eyes almost turned into a tangible flame, burning away the liquor.

The air in the cell seemed to freeze.

Under the stark white light, two men faced each other silently, one chained to a chair by heavy shackles, appearing weak;

One appears to be in control of the situation, but inwardly, old grudges are churning and the recent near-out-of-control outburst is causing turmoil.

Baijiu listened quietly to Kavajiu's fierce accusations, his face showing neither panic at being exposed nor anger at being wrongly accused. He simply looked at Kavajiu with a complex and unfathomable expression, a look that seemed to contain pity, mockery, deep weariness, and a sense of... "You only know one side of the story."

After a few seconds of silence, until Kava's breathing calmed down a bit, Baijiu slowly spoke, his voice still hoarse, but carrying a strange honesty:

“It’s true.” He admitted to part of the accusation regarding the cava, or rather, he admitted to the “outcome,” “about your father’s fate… and some things in Prague. So, I didn’t want… it to turn out this way.”

He didn't say whether "becoming like this" referred to the death of Merlot, their current antagonistic relationship, or all the irreversible chain of tragedies.

As Kava looked at his candid admission, the anger in her heart seemed to be doused with ice water, instantly cooling down and transforming into a deeper, colder hatred and a sense of absurdity.

He leaned back abruptly, as if all his strength had been drained, and let out a short, cold sneer:

"Ha...you think I still hold a grudge? You think I came to you for revenge?"

He shook his head, his eyes filled with disdain and an almost tragic mockery. "Or...or what? Do you think I'm going to act like a filial son in a play, crying and shouting to 'vindicate my father's name'?"

For the first time, his voice carried a clear, suppressed sob, and his eyes were slightly red, but he forced his eyes wide open to prevent his vulnerability from showing any more.

“Although… I didn’t inherit my father’s codename, ‘Merlot.’” He raised his neck, revealing his hard jawline, as if to show some kind of stubbornness, or perhaps to fight against the bitterness welling up in his heart. “They gave me ‘Cava’… a stronger, cheaper, more suitable liquor as a knife for charging into battle. That’s good.”

He paused, suppressing the last choked sob, his gaze turning cold and sharp once more, fixed on the white wine. This time, his accusation rose to another dimension, a grander and more lethal level:

"I'm here to arrest you and interrogate you, not because of any personal grudges or family feuds." His voice lowered, yet carried a chilling, insightful truth. "It's because I know all of this. I know that the culprit behind the apocalypse is you, Baijiu!"

"And I fucking know it too!" His voice suddenly rose, filled with long-suppressed anger and despair. "This isn't the first time you, you bastard, have gambled with the fate of all humanity! Prague, Vienna, London! Every single time! Every single time your so-called 'plans,' 'breakthroughs,' and 'unavoidable choices' ultimately push the situation into an even more uncontrollable abyss! Dragging more people into it! Bringing even greater disasters to this world!"

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with deep disgust and fear of Baijiu's style of doing things.

"If only... if only you had ever listened to an order, obeyed the organization's overall arrangements, or trusted the judgment of someone who understands the big picture better than you, then I wouldn't need to worry about any of this! The organization will handle it in its own way!"

"Perhaps ruthless, perhaps imperfect, but never like you, a madman running around in a powder keg with a match, driving everyone to the brink of despair and then calling it 'no other choice'!"

The outburst of cava was like a sudden storm, instantly elevating personal grudges to a matter of human survival.

In his eyes, baijiu (Chinese liquor) is no longer simply a murderer of his father or a troublesome opponent, but an uncontrollable, arrogant source of disaster that repeatedly drags the world to the brink of destruction.

The cell was deathly silent. Only the heavy breathing of the man in kava echoed through the air.

Baijiu listened quietly, the ambiguous smile on his face gradually disappearing.

He didn't refute or explain; he simply looked at the young man before him with an extremely profound gaze—a man who hated him to the core yet, to some extent, "understood" the destruction he had caused.

The plane flew smoothly in the stratosphere, towards the endless night in the east.