Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 865: Okay! The bomb disposal method is to guess riddles!

Airport logistics channel.

"Okay, now for the fucking third question!" McAllen swallowed hard, his dry throat making a slight sound.

He stared at the new line of text that appeared on the screen and read aloud: "'What keeps approaching, but never arrives?'"

"Wait..." Lao Hei's voice came from the headset, with a hint of hesitation, "This question... I seem to have heard it somewhere before."

"Don't worry about whether you've heard it before or not! Old Black! Tell me the answer now!" McAllen was almost roaring, his eyes fixed on the bright red countdown numbers that kept jumping in the corner of the screen.

Before I knew it, there were only two minutes left!

"Time is still running! Lao Hei!" He irritably ran his hand through his sweat-soaked hair that was clinging to his forehead. "There are less than 120 seconds left!"

"Guessing riddles is not my strong point!" Lao Hei's voice also revealed a rare sense of powerlessness, and he gave up thinking.

In the virtual world, he is a "ghost hacker" who can travel freely and break all firewalls.

But in this area that requires quick wit and literary metaphors, he may not even be as good as a first-grade student.

It feels like having a top quantum physicist.

Attending a classical poetry competition without any training would be pure torture as you wouldn't even be able to get the rhythm right.

"But time is running out!" McAllen shouted in despair. The huge psychological pressure almost crushed him.

At this moment, not only his own life is in the hands of this damn riddle, but the lives and deaths of thousands of people in the entire airport also depend on whether he can give a correct answer!

However, his mind was blank. Apart from the devil's whisper of "It's over, it's over, it's over," which kept repeating, there was only the cold and monotonous buzzing of the conveyor belt in his ears.

Airport waiting area.

At the same time, Baijiu and Grace arrived at the area where the target last appeared, and stood at the edge of the waiting area.

Grace's eyes quickly scanned and soon locked onto the man——

He was leaning on the seat on the north side, his head slightly tilted, his eyes closed, as if he was taking a short nap.

"There he is," she whispered.

"But this is... too easy, isn't it?" Grace became suspicious instinctively.

Everything went as smoothly as if it were a carefully choreographed script, as if someone had placed the bait in the most conspicuous place in advance.

It feels like you've put a lot of thought into planning how to sneak into your parents' room to play with their phone, only to find it lying there on the coffee table in the living room. Your first reaction is definitely not to rush over and get it, but to suspect there's some kind of trap behind it.

"Sorry to bother you, Baijiu." Lao Hei's voice interrupted the headset again, speaking very quickly with an unusual sense of urgency.

"Excuse me, do you know... 'something that keeps getting closer but never arrives'?"

"'Something is always approaching, but never arrives'..." Baijiu frowned and repeated the question in a low voice.

He was saying this to himself, but also intentionally to Grace beside him - at this moment, two brains are always better than one.

Of course, if your teammate is the type with a strange way of thinking like Vodka, just ignore what you said, because there is a high possibility of a catastrophic consequence where one plus one is less than zero.

"Tomorrow." Grace blurted out almost without thinking.

Baijiu was a little stunned for a moment. Before he even had time to start thinking, the female thief next to him had already given the answer?

"What?" He couldn't believe his ears and subconsciously asked for confirmation.

Grace tilted her head slightly, looking at the liquor with an extremely serious expression, almost a hint of "You don't even know this?", and repeated with a firm tone, "What is always approaching but never arriving is tomorrow."

Baijiu nodded immediately and told Lao Hei the answer concisely: "Tomorrow."

"You're right." He briefly praised Grace, and his assessment of the woman in his mind was raised to a higher level.

In the logistics channel.

"Tomorrow!" Lao Hei delivered the answer accurately and quickly like a robotic arm on an assembly line.

"Yes! That's right! Tomorrow!" McCarron was so excited that he almost jumped up and spread his hands. The feeling was like a blind man suddenly regaining his sight, filled with indescribable ecstasy and relief! "Correct!"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the excitement that was churning in his heart and almost exploding. "Okay! Now for the next question--"

He eagerly glanced at the screen, waiting for the next (and hopefully last) damn puzzle.

Waiting area.

"Give me the things." Grace suddenly said to Baijiu. Before she finished speaking, her hand, like a well-trained magician, reached out silently to Baijiu's palm, intending to steal the key and USB flash drive in his palm.

Unfortunately, her movements were still a beat too slow in Baijiu's eyes.

Baijiu moved his palm away a few tenths of a second in advance, clenched his five fingers together, and held it tightly, with a stability comparable to a human vault.

"I'll keep an eye on you." Baijiu looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes full of unquestionable warnings.

Grace smiled lightly, with a hint of provocation: "What? You don't believe me?"

The corners of Baijiu's mouth lifted up ever so slightly, then quickly returned to normal, as if that smile had never existed.

Unexpectedly, he handed the key and USB drive directly to Grace: "Go."

Grace showed a satisfied smile with a hint of victory on her face. She took the thing and held it tightly, then walked towards the man who was still dozing with a light and rhythmic step.

It wasn't until Grace gradually walked away and was completely out of hearing range that Baijiu turned on the headphones and asked in a low voice: "Lao Hei, is there something wrong?"

His intuition told him that Lao Hei would never suddenly ask a riddle for no reason. Of course, it was not completely impossible -

For example, people with the same IQ as Vodka often do things that are nonsensical but actually happen.

If artificial intelligence can one day completely simulate humans, then vodka will be an extremely valuable (and troublesome) research sample, because many of its behavioral logics cannot be explained and predicted even by the most advanced AI.

"Hmm..." Lao Hei was silent for a moment on the other end, experiencing a brief struggle in his heart.

In the end, he chose to hide the truth.

He knew it would be difficult to deceive Baijiu, but in Baijiu's impression, he had never deceived him.

He took advantage of this valuable trust.

He made up an excuse, trying to maintain his usual calm and composed voice: "There's nothing to worry about. Everything is under control."

He tried to erase any ripples of unease with his tone.

At first, a trace of doubt flashed through Baijiu's mind - could it really be just a nonsensical riddle to ease the atmosphere?

Out of absolute trust in Lao Hei, he did not choose to delve deeper into the matter, but the seed of doubt was still quietly buried deep in his heart, causing him to unconsciously think about what might have happened behind the scenes that he did not yet know about.

"Alright, Blackie," McCarron's voice rang out again, filled with silent complaints and a sense of exhaustion. "Another fucking new question..."

"Let's get back to working on that damn decryption!" McCarron said helplessly.