Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 777 I Will Marry You, Vermouth

Clouds and mist lingered on the blue-gray ridge. The steepest section of the cliff was exposed with ochre-colored rock layers, and a few stubborn pine trees were embedded in the cracks of the rocks.

Below such a steep scenery, three people stood, the man in a suit and the woman in a white wedding dress, and a mountain breeze blew over.

"You, Baijiu, are you willing to marry Vermouth as your legal wife?" The man who spoke was actually Macallan, who was dressed as a master of ceremonies.

His expression was much more serious than usual. Baijiu was about to ask something when he noticed through the corner of his eye the expectant look in Vermouth's eyes. Her eyes were less cold and gloomy than before.

Like a girl in her twenties, she waited for the answer from Baijiu's mouth.

Baijiu grabbed her wrist and said, "I do."

Vermouth smiled happily, lowered her head shyly, and nestled her head in Baijiu's arms, feeling as warm as a hot water bottle.

McCarron smiled, looked at the manuscript in his hand, and continued in a thick voice, using a broadcasting tone: "Depend on each other, love each other, respect and protect each other?"

"I do." Baijiu looked at Vermouth lovingly.

"Will you protect her from known and unknown horrors?" McAllen's tone suddenly changed, and the topic was changed too abruptly, and Baijiu's smile froze on his face.

McCarron read from the script like an emotionless robot: "To lie, to cheat..."

"What?" Baijiu frowned and looked at Macallan in confusion. As far as he could remember, Macallan had never said such a thing.

Macallan drank the liquor like air, his face expressionless as he spoke: "Living a double life couldn't prevent her from being kidnapped, her identity erased, and forced into hiding."

Gradually, Baijiu felt more and more that something was wrong. The Vermouth in front of him was like a robot whose code had terminated. Her eyes stopped moving and she looked at Baijiu without blinking.

"Take away everything she knows and lead her into the abyss." Macallan's tone became sharper and colder, like a devil's whisper, lingering in Baijiu's ears.

Baijiu shook his head slightly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He was afraid of losing Vermouth, afraid of that day coming. "Don't say anymore."

McCarron's voice grew increasingly shrill: "In a selfish, futile, short-lived way..."

"Stop talking." Baijiu turned his head halfway and looked at Macallan.

The scene before him sent a chill down his spine. McAllen's eyes were like those of a living dead person, his eyeballs filled with white, without a trace of blood.

"Stop talking!" Baijiu yelled.

Macallan sneered, "Trying to escape your true self."

"Stop talking." Baijiu was sure that this was not reality. He raised two fingers and tried to pinch his face to wake himself up.

However, he couldn't even touch the surface of the skin.

To explain it in gaming terms, it means penetration, where two fingers penetrate deep into the face.

Macallan's voice became mechanical: "Vermouth, are you willing to accept it?"

Baijiu shook his head. Vermouth in front of him still had a smile on her face, but it had a strange touch to it. She opened her lips slightly and said, "I do."

The moment the words fell, the towering mountains on both sides seemed to be stuck, appearing and disappearing, and the ground was shaking and trembling, and the weak vibrations became earth-shaking.

Not far away, above the sky, a huge flash of light rose.

The light was different from sunlight. At this moment, Baijiu felt a tingling sensation on the outer layer of his skin, and an intense burning sensation surged into his heart, as if he was being roasted on a fire rack.

Vermouth's face twitched, and her right eye disappeared, revealing a string of garbled characters consisting of numbers and English letters.

"Do not......"

For some reason, a strong fear grew uncontrollably in Baijiu's heart.

He turned his head to look at McAllen, but found that McAllen had already changed into Ryan's appearance. He looked much older than the last time they met in the basement, and had a long beard.

And that bright light in the distance was none other than a nuclear bomb.

Ryan stared at Baijiu with deep eyes, gnashing his teeth as he spoke word by word: "Do you know what is the most wrong thing you have done in your life?"

"You just didn't kill me." Ryan turned into lines of code and dissipated in front of Baijiu. Accompanied by the airflow of a nuclear bomb, the high temperature directly melted the surface of human skin.

As the two turned into a pile of ashes, Baijiu hugged Vermouth tightly, and he opened his palms, trying to cover the back of Vermouth's head.

But what he got in return was a burnt hand skeleton.

"No!!!!" Baijiu woke up from the bed and stretched out his arms suddenly.

Bangdang————

The phone fell to the ground, and the index finger automatically hooked the trigger of the phone.

Since Ryan was arrested, Baijiu would sleep with a pistol in his hand when he slept alone, to prevent someone from attacking him while he was sleeping.

Despite the layers of barriers outside, we still drink liquor just in case.

He would rather trust himself than trust the authorities.

After all, life is full of surprises.

Baijiu wiped the thick beads of sweat from his forehead, turned off the heater that was blowing loudly beside him, rubbed his eyes with his hands, but Ryan's image involuntarily appeared in his mind.

The look in Ryan's eyes before he lost consciousness made Baijiu never forget it.

He always had a premonition that Ryan would make another move.

Baijiu simply moved his neck, bent down to pick up the phone that fell at his feet, and wiped the dust off the screen with the back of his hand. The photo of him and Vermouth first caught his eye.

He gently stroked Vermouth's face in the photo with his fingers.

It was already 10:58 pm, Belfast time, and the weather showed heavy rain.

"It's raining again..." Baijiu murmured.

Baijiu stood up from his seat and walked towards the basement. There were still two minutes before the meeting time, and he placed his right hand on the rusty handrail.

He manually turned off the ringtone after one minute and then yawned lazily.

He stood at the door. At this moment, the only sound outside was the sound of dripping raindrops.

There was also the sound of footsteps stepping into the mud, overlapping with the sound of raindrops, the sound became louder and louder. The moment it reached eleven o'clock, the footsteps stopped.

There were three knocks on the door from the front. To be on the safe side, Baijiu opened the door lock with his weapon in hand, and aimed the muzzle of his gun at the visitor's heart in advance.

Because it was dark and he was facing away from the streetlight, I couldn't see the person's appearance at all. I could only vaguely know that he was wearing a military uniform and raindrops were dripping down the brim of his hat.

“Fate whispers to the brave,” the man said.

"The storm is coming." Baijiu said.

the warrior whispered back.

"I am the storm."

After Baijiu finished speaking, the man took out a thick document from his messenger backpack and handed it to Baijiu. Without saying anything, he quickened his pace and left from his sight.