Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Cava".

The sound of the baijiu rang out amidst the lingering echoes of the kava's fierce accusations. It wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, as if it could pierce through the veil of anger and despair.

His tone was slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the outburst of cava he had just delivered. It was as if he were stating an objective fact he had long observed, or perhaps awakening someone who was deeply entangled in a mystery without realizing it.

"Intelligent Body... wants you to hate me."

He paused, his gaze calmly meeting Kava's suddenly narrowed, scrutinizing, and disbelieving eyes, and continued, each word clear and composed:

"You've played right into my hands."

“The only way to defeat it,” Baijiu’s voice deepened, yet carried an undeniable certainty, “is not to follow its calculated logic, nor to go along with the emotional tracks it has laid out. Rather… it is to take it by surprise. To do something it doesn’t expect, something that it simply cannot predict based on its ‘human nature model’ and ‘causal calculations’.”

He is guiding, he is hinting.

This suggests that the cava's current hatred towards him, its obsession with "order," and its maintenance of the "big picture" may themselves be part of the intelligent entity's deduction of "variables," or even a situation it would be happy to see.

A camp filled with suspicion, hatred, and rigid adherence to "procedures" is far easier to deal with than a united, flexible opponent who can think outside the box.

Kava squinted, leaned back slightly, and distanced himself a little more.

He did not immediately refute, nor did he show any signs of being persuaded.

The cold anger on his face faded slightly, replaced by an extremely serious and cautious assessment.

He seemed to be weighing whether his words about baijiu were sophistry born of desperation, or whether they truly contained some overlooked truth.

After about five seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, his tone no longer a fierce accusation, but a probing, even somewhat cold and hard question, as if to say, "Let's see what else you can come up with?" He asked.

"What exactly... could it be that you're referring to as 'something unexpected'?"

Instead of asking "what to do," he asked "what would happen," which shows that he at least took Baijiu's words to heart and began to consider the possibility of "going outside the box," although he was still full of doubts.

Just then, Baijiu, who was firmly locked to the metal chair with triple handcuffs, made a movement that made Kava's pupils shrink slightly.

With effort and some difficulty, he stretched out his handcuffed hands forward.

Due to the restraints of the straps and the pull of the short chains of the handcuffs, the movement was limited and even appeared somewhat clumsy and strenuous.

His wrist was taut from the force, revealing prominent veins.

He was pointing his hand towards the cava.

This looks like an attempt to shake hands.

A gesture of goodwill, reconciliation, or even... an invitation to cooperation.

Given the tight confinement and the intense accusations he had just faced, this action seemed incredibly abrupt and...bold.

This in itself is perhaps "unexpected".

Kava's gaze fell on the white wine's outstretched hand, stained with dirt and dried blood, bound by cold metal.

He didn't move, didn't reach out to grasp it, and didn't even lean forward.

He simply watched, his shrewd, all-knowing expression reappearing on his face, a cold, slightly mocking smile curving his lips.

"You forgot, baijiu." Kava's voice regained its composure, even carrying a hint of amusement.

“I know you. Perhaps even better than you think. I’m also very familiar with your ‘Baijiu Group’s’ tactics—feigning weakness, guiding, throwing out bait, finding openings in desperate situations, and turning the enemy into an uncertain ‘variable’.”

He shook his head slightly, as if regretting the baijiu's "old trick":

"After everything is over, after you've been completely exploited by the organization... by Mr. Gin, or by Mr. Rum, or by the Intelligence... until you've been squeezed dry of your last bit of value."

He paused, leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with an almost prophetic, chilling sense of destiny, his gaze fixed firmly on Baijiu's eyes:

"You and me...we..."

He paused, as if savoring the absurdity and weight of the word:

“No one can escape it…” He slowly uttered the last four words, each word like an icicle striking down, “…the final reckoning.”

"Final liquidation".

The intelligent system presents a global nuclear apocalypse scenario to the liquor industry.

The trial, which Rum described as taking place "four days later".

The word "kava" instantly pulls personal grudges and organizational missions back to the ultimate, inescapable shadow of terror hanging over all of humanity.

In his logic, no matter how much the liquor struggles or how "unexpected" it tries, it can never change the predetermined "outcome" calculated by the intelligent body.

As a member of this chaotic game, he himself, whether out of loyalty or hatred, could not remain uninvolved.

These words struck like a heavy hammer against the already cracked defenses of Baijiu, which were already weakened by Lao Hei's death.

"No..." Baijiu shook his head almost subconsciously, his lips moving slightly to utter a syllable so faint as to be barely audible.

But this is not a denial of the cava's message; rather, it is more of an instinctive resistance and fear of that devastating future.

At the same time, in his mind, like a broken projector that had been fast-forwarded, countless fragmented images flashed wildly—

It's not those apocalyptic illusions forcibly inserted by the intelligent entity.

Rather, they are his own, authentic memories.

The faces of teammates who were once vibrant, fought side by side, but were ultimately frozen in time at a certain moment in their lives...

Scenes of battle where they support each other in dire straits, only to ultimately part ways or die...

And... Old Black.

In the final moments, those eyes, calm as a deep pool, entrusted everything to him;

And when the tunnel collapsed, the darkness and dust that swallowed everything...

These images came rushing in so fast that they made him dizzy, and the intense emotional impact was like a tsunami, instantly destroying the calm dam he had forcibly built.

The deep sorrow and agony of loss that he had forcibly suppressed and covered up with anger and a sense of mission since Old Black's death surged up again like an icy tide from the deepest part of his heart, instantly engulfing him.

Even with his strong heart, which had withstood countless life-and-death trials, he finally felt an unbearable shock under the influence of this series of blows and the "final reckoning" from the kava.

His body trembled almost imperceptibly, though he immediately forced it back down. But the intense, unyielding pain that flashed deep in his eyes was keenly caught by the nearby cava.

Kava looked at Baijiu's instantly pale face and the barely concealed emotion in his eyes, and remained silent for a moment.

The mockery and coldness on his face softened slightly. He slowly stood up, but didn't leave. Instead, he took half a step forward, bent down slightly, and brought his lips close to Bai Jiu's ear. In a voice only the two of them could hear, extremely low and even carrying a hint of... indescribable complex emotion, he whispered:

"I'm very sorry about what happened to your friend."