Create a fantasy paradise starting from Conan

But even if I said this, she wouldn't believe it, right?

After the Conan world merged with the real world, the whole world forgot about "Detective Conan" and he was the only one who remembered it.

This kind of thing is just like suddenly traveling to another strange world with all the characters in Conan, as well as your own relatives and friends.

What's more, this is the past 22 years ago.

Even if I say they are just cartoon characters, no one will believe me...

Noticing that Baimu suddenly fell silent, Vermouth took the initiative to let go of his neck and moved a little further away to observe his expression.

Looking at the lonely expression that appeared on his face, I was stunned for a moment and thought unconsciously:

Why do you have such a lonely look in your eyes?

Is it because the future was told to me, and the original future is no longer possible?

It's also true that the moment I know what will happen in the future, the future is destined to change.

Thinking of this, Vermouth thought for a moment, then took the initiative to move forward, and their lips touched and then separated.

Immediately, he leaned close to Bai Mu's ear and said with a smile in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"It doesn't matter. No matter how we met in the future, or what our relationship will be in the future, we are now reacquainted."

"...ah...?"

Not expecting her to do this, Bai Mu pursed his lips and subconsciously recalled the feeling just now.

It tasted a little sweet, maybe because she had drunk a drink before, or maybe it was an illusion caused by her fast heartbeat and excessive hormone secretion.

Very soft, as tender as jelly...

Oh no, I can’t stop my heart from beating.

At this moment, Vermouth's voice came again in his ears:

"Being able to know so many things that only I know, we will definitely have a very close relationship in the future."

"However, due to our profession and work, we definitely can't stay together for a long time."

"Besides, you don't have the aura of a member of that organization."

"So, we're probably just a couple who had a wonderful experience but didn't end up together, right?"

"But don't worry, this time, we can definitely be together in the future."

ah...?

Bai Mu was filled with shock and couldn't recover for a long time.

This is truly...a perfect misunderstanding.

But if he refuted it, it seemed that he couldn't explain how he knew so much about her.

Seeing this, Bai Lan smiled and whistled, then backed out of the room.

"Hehe...you guys continue, I'll be outside keeping watch for you. Don't worry, if anyone wants to come in after we get there, I'll create a coincidence to drive them away."

Vermouth naturally didn't know that there were actually three people in the room just now, and was still immersed in the sadness in her heart.

Travel through time and space and return to the past.

She had seen similar plots in many movies.

This type of plot is usually accompanied by many regrets in the future.

"Although I don't know when we will meet in the future, since you are the person I trust most in the future, you are naturally the person I trust most now, or rather, the only person I trust."

He noticed that her arms around him were tighter, and even her neck was closer to him. Feeling her subtle breathing and the heavy trust in her, Bai Mu couldn't help but say thank you.

"Thanks..."

"Hey hey...you're welcome."

Vermouth chuckled, exerted a little force, pushed down the white curtain, and fell beside him.

At the same time, the sound was slightly improved.

"By the way, do you want to experience the energy of my twenties? This is my first time."

"ah...?"

Bai Mu's expression froze. What was he doing? Why did he suddenly feel guilty, like a con man?

Traveling through time and space, going back to the past, deceiving someone that he is her future husband, and then taking advantage of the situation...

How did it suddenly become such a strange development?

Didn’t I come here to treasure hunt with her today?

While pondering, I found that she had thrown away the coat she was wearing, revealing a pure white bikini.

"Does it look good?" Vermouth smiled.

"Ah."

"How am I better than you've seen me before?"

Hearing this, Bai Mu's mind instantly emerged the scene in the animation where she wore a veil at Sharon's funeral, and then the scene where she knocked Conan unconscious in the car also emerged in her mind.

Seeing the reminiscence on his face and the surprise in his eyes, Vermouth raised the corners of her mouth slightly and asked with a chuckle:

"Do you remember the sentence I say most often?"

Bai Mu was slightly stunned and subconsciously thought of two extremely familiar words.

"Which one are you talking about? Secrets make women more feminine? Or the one about us being both gods and demons, because we want to reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life."

"It seems that our (future) relationship is really good."

Vermouth stretched out her finger, gently lifted Baimu's chin, and tapped his lips again.

"This time, I should be the first one, right?"

"I will always be waiting for you in the future. When we meet again, you can formally confess your love to me."

"As for now, let's just make a mark."

The flawless lady straightened her upper body and lightly lifted her golden hair. Her fair and picturesque skin was so attractive that it was hard to look away.

The white bikini, which was made only of ribbons and minimal fabric, perfectly accentuated her tall and voluptuous figure.

The tenderness in her eyes makes her exude a unique charm.

Seeing her biting a strand of hair between her lips and staring at him, Bai Mu could no longer bear it.

On this day, the cruise ship was moving more slowly than usual.

After more than ten negative-distance contacts, Bai Mu felt that he had a deeper understanding of her.

During meals, the two would chat together, discuss the development direction of film and television, and speak ill of the FBI to each other.

When in a hurry, they would enter the room and have all kinds of conversations, all about literature and reason.

Originally, Baimu and Yukiko had agreed to go to school on Monday.

But due to Vermouth's invitation, the leave was postponed again and again.

The search for treasure has also moved from cruise ships to urban shopping malls, cinemas, amusement parks and other places.

Chapter 19 No matter how outrageous the screenwriter is, he would not write such a script

Before I knew it, it was already a month later, the day of the cultural festival.

After a month of hard work, the funds sent by Baimu enabled the Fujifeng family to flourish in all aspects. It acquired a large number of high-quality companies with outstanding potential and had a large number of talented people under its command.

At the same time, after a month of development and a large amount of publicity, the two magazines under the name of the magazine that was originally acquired have become household names.

The sales of several light novels released exceeded 10 million in a very short period of time.

Fujimine's name dominated the front pages of various newspapers almost every day.

And Yukiko Fujimine also became a celebrity in the school.

Even though the cultural festival hadn't started yet, everyone tacitly believed that she would be the champion of the beauty pageant on the third day of the festival.

"Look! It's someone from Fujimine's office. They must be here to see Fujimine-san, right?"

"Hmm... I heard that Watanabe from the drama club has already made an agreement with Fujimine Agency. If I perform well today, I'll sign a contract with the agency. Maybe he's here to inspect me?"

"It's possible. I really envy Watanabe-senpai..."

Inside the gymnasium, many students were talking about a group of men in suits who entered from the door and sat down in the front row.

Every man in a suit wears the uniform logo of all the companies under the Fujimine family on his chest.

Although the companies under the Fujimine family's name are very scattered, after extensive publicity in newspapers and on television, even elementary school students know that it will not be long before a very large Fujimine Group will emerge.

All the newly signed artists of Fujimine Agency, whether singers, actors or comedians, quickly got the opportunity to debut.

While chatting, the club performances at the cultural festival soon began.

[Hello everyone, I am the emcee for this event...]

[Considering that the drama department had signed up for two performances, we deliberately put the drama performance first.]

[Now, please watch the wonderful play "Your Name" performed by the Drama Club.]

As the girl who served as the emcee left the stage, Yukiko, wearing a boys' school uniform, soon appeared on the stage.

Yukiko, who had already rehearsed many times, listened to the narration on the side of the stage while looking back and forth at the audience seats below the stage.

Noticing the mother, Fujimine Mao, in the first row, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he subconsciously looked to the side.

On the left of her mother was Sharon Wynyard, who studied disguise with her every night and had just finished her apprenticeship last night.

On Sharon's left was her cousin Fujimine Maku.

But for some reason, he was not wearing school uniform today, but a suit.

At the same time, he also changed his appearance to a certain extent, with a mustache and his skin not as fair as before, making him look like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

Both his temperament and the overall feeling he gives are completely different from the previous male high school students.

"Why are you wearing makeup to look like a middle-aged man? And you're wearing a suit."

"Even if I took your school uniform, you wouldn't dress up like this, right?"

Although she was full of doubts, the habit she developed from many rehearsals, coupled with her seriousness about acting, allowed her to start her performance right after the narration.

Mao Fujimine, who was sitting next to Vermouth, watched her daughter's performance for a while, then turned her gaze to her nephew, looking past the beauty beside her.

After a long time, she couldn't help but edit a line of text on the notepad with her muted phone, reached out and poked his arm, and then handed the phone over.

(Why are you dressed like this?)

(To avoid being mistaken for siblings when going out with Ms. Sharon.)

Apart from anything else, when I went to other places to play, I was looked at with strange eyes by the service staff at the hotel and motel counters. They also asked me if I had my student ID and my actual age. I really couldn't stand it.

Dressing a little older can help avoid this kind of thing.

After taking the phone and looking at the content on it, Mao Fujimine was full of surprise, staring blankly at the unusually delicate profile of the superstar next to her.

No way? They're really together? Why?

Something's wrong! I feel like something's wrong.

My husband has been very busy this month.

Either they are recruiting talents or they are on the way to signing contracts.

Because he rarely bargained, he was called the "Fat Sheep of Rice Krispies" in a certain issue of the newspaper.

Over the past month, she often heard people talking about her husband buying a new company.

But the question is, where did he get the money?

My nephew hasn't been to school for a month, and has been leaving early and coming back late. My husband readily agreed to apply for a medical certificate for him.

No matter what he and Yukiko said, he was determined to help his nephew.

At the same time, considering that Miss Sharon had previously given her nephew a bank card, could it be that he was being kept by Miss Sharon?