Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 864: Kiel: Take your eyes off my chest

On the other side, there is a shopping area inside the airport that is comparable to that of a small city.

Baijiu and Grace quietly blended into the crowd and entered an area selling high-end clothing.

Baijiu couldn't help but secretly admire the financial strength of these oil tycoons - they could actually cram a giant shopping mall comparable to the size of two Wanda Plazas into the airport!

Grace noticed that the posture between them was a little stiff and awkward.

They are said to be a couple, but there is no physical contact between them. They are more like two strangers who are forced to travel together, or some kind of weirdos with "social distance obsession".

She took the initiative to move forward half a step, cleverly placing herself half a step in front of Baijiu.

This subtle adjustment instantly made the scene look much more natural, and the whole picture looked like a capable woman shopping with her slightly shy pretty boy who didn't dare to do anything inappropriate.

Baijiu didn't have the extra time to think about these details. All his attention was locked on the buyer waiting for the transaction in the rest area opposite through the AR glasses.

But he didn't know at that time that a nuclear bomb was counting down in a logistics channel of this bustling airport.

Next to the conveyor belt, McAllen was confused by a new line of text.

"Wait a minute..." McAllen reported to Old Black, his voice filled with confusion, "Another message popped up on the screen. It's a paragraph of text... looks like a damn brain teaser?"

He read the words aloud: "'I have no mouth, yet I can speak; I have no wings, yet I can fly. What am I?'"

"What the hell are you asking?!" This outrageous setting made the usually calm Lao Hei couldn't help but swear.

The absurdity is no less than that at the critical moment of rescuing the hostages, the kidnapper requires every policeman to sing a song to impress him, otherwise he will not release the hostages.

"I don't know what the hell this is!" McAllen said, waving his hands rapidly in frustration. "It feels like a sharp turn, but it also doesn't. I wonder if it's some ancient riddle?"

"But this damn thing seems to be voice-controlled!" He tried his best to stay calm. Facing the nuclear bomb had already made his brain almost crash.

Now we're actually playing a guessing game? This is just pushing me to death!

"This damn thing wants me to tell you the answer." McAllen lowered his voice, leaned his arms on the corner of the table, lowered his head tiredly and fell into painful thought.

"I have no wings but I can fly..." He muttered for a few seconds, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "It's... it's Echo!"

"Click... click..."

The metal dial inside the device began to turn in response, and the combination seemed to be aligning.

McCarron clenched his fists excitedly and almost jumped up: "I got it right! I got it right!"

"Alright." His smile vanished instantly as the second question ruthlessly flashed across the screen. "Another fucking new question! I knew it wouldn't be this easy!"

He read the question aloud: "'Are you afraid of death?'"

"'Are you afraid of death?'" McAllen muttered to himself, savoring this soul-searching question and trying to grasp the deeper meaning behind it. After a complex psychological struggle, he decisively concluded:

"What kind of fucking riddle is this?!"

"This isn't a riddle," Lao Hei denied his guess and gave a key hint, "This should be a psychometric test."

"The more questions you answer, the more it understands you." Lao Hei has already seen through the real purpose of setting questions for this death device - it is analyzing the mind of the bomb disposal device.

"Are you afraid of death?" McCarron hesitated for half a second, then chose what he thought was the "correct" answer and said in a tone that was almost heroic: "No!"

"Buzz-buzz-!"

The device immediately emitted a shrill alarm, and a huge red cross (X) appeared on the screen.

"Did it work?" Lao Hei guessed the result immediately when he heard no cheers.

"I lied..." Macallan tilted his head in frustration. "Well, it found out."

"Tell it the truth! Hurry up!" Lao Hei urged urgently, "We don't have much time!"

McCarron took a deep breath, as if dropping all his disguise, and turned back to the device, shouting without hesitation and with the most genuine emotion: "Are you afraid of death? Nonsense! Tell me, who in this world is not afraid of death?!"

Waiting area.

The man in charge of the transaction was pacing anxiously in the seating area, hesitating whether to continue with this deal full of uncertainties.

Suddenly, a petite but curvaceous figure bumped into him, and then an alluring, high-end perfume wafted towards him.

He subconsciously looked up, and his sight was instantly drawn to the two huge and stylish "headlights" on the other person's chest, and he didn't hear the other person's apology at all.

This can't be entirely blamed on his lust - because the woman in front of him is so much to his taste!

The black tight leather jacket perfectly outlines her hot figure, and the lower body is extremely slim-fitting flared pants, with a pair of white stockings on the outside. Her dazzling brown long hair has charming wavy curls.

Everything about her seemed to be tailor-made according to his most perfect fantasy! It was as if she had come prepared!

Although no part of her body was exposed, she exuded an irresistible and fatal charm.

"Hello~" The woman gave a charming smile, and her blue cat eyes looked at him charmingly, as if with hooks.

The man immediately revealed a perverted expression and looked at the beauty in front of him with lustful eyes. Her skin was as smooth and white as a newborn baby's.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

Because he felt a cold, hard, round object pressing against his chest.

He looked down and saw a black muzzle of a gun protruding from behind an open magazine, aimed precisely at his heart.

"Don't be like that..." The man tried to ease the tension with a joke, "Pulling a gun as soon as we meet—"

"Shut your stinky mouth full of methane." The woman's voice instantly dropped to freezing point, all her charm disappeared, leaving only the cold murderous intent.

"Also, take that disgusting look away from my chest."

She pushed the muzzle of the gun forward again, her tone unquestionable:

"Otherwise I will send you to heaven right now."