Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 783 Out of Control Liquor

The heavy wooden door of the ward was pushed open a crack, and Baijiu and Laohei walked in with serious expressions.

The smell of cold disinfectant mixed with the low hum of instruments hit me in the face.

They looked at Debrook, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, through the sturdy wire mesh guardrail in front of the bed.

Baijiu pressed the red button on the wall, and the wire mesh slid silently to both sides.

He walked to the window and turned the TV to silent mode. The dazzling sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, stretching his figure long on the floor.

Old Black took off his cowboy hat, and his rough fingers unconsciously rubbed the brim of the hat. His voice was low and hoarse: "Dr. Debrook."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were fixed on the person on the bed.

The nurse tactfully left the room and handed a sealed document to Lao Hei before leaving.

Lao Hei roughly tore open the seal, pulled out a thick stack of documents, and threw it on Debrook's abdomen covered with a thin blanket.

Debruk sniffed, and a trace of morbid fanaticism flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He slowly flipped through the documents as if he was admiring his life's masterpiece - the three-dimensional design of the nuclear device, the map of the target area marked with a red cross... He moved the documents to the bedside one by one, and finally only a piece of paper with a confidential watermark was left, which was densely covered with words, like a carefully prepared speech.

He glanced over it and immediately recognized the content - this was the core of the declaration that he regarded as his guiding principle and promoted endlessly.

His cracked lips moved, and his voice was filled with an almost insane piety:

"Without first experiencing disaster, there will be no peace. The greater the disaster, the longer the peace will last. This will unite them. Do you understand?"

His arms trembled with excitement, and he could barely hold the paper steady. He could only carefully toss it to the end of the bed: "When they read this declaration, they will understand."

"No one will ever read this declaration." Baijiu's cold voice came from the window. He slowly turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife, correcting Debruk's delusion, "I can assure you of that." He looked out the window and fell into a brief contemplation.

Lao Hei frowned, his eyes anxiously moving back and forth between Baijiu and Debrook, his arms stretched straight, his palms pressing hard on the metal fence at the end of the bed.

"What day is it today?" Debruk suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, accompanied by a few suppressed coughs. "How long have I been here?"

Lao Hei raised his eyebrows, and deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead: "What is the last thing you remember?"

Debruk closed his eyes and tried to search his chaotic memory: "I remember... I was driving." He paused for a moment, like a stuck machine, "Then, someone hit me...?"

"That happened two weeks ago." Baijiu's voice was calm. He slowly turned around and faced the bed.

"Two weeks?" Debrook suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy pupils full of disbelief.

"Two weeks." Baijiu repeated, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"This is yours, right?" Old Black pulled out an old-fashioned cell phone with a cracked screen from the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. "That's what Lark used to contact you."

"Lake?" Debruk's eyes flickered with a hint of confusion, and it was unclear whether it was a disguise or he had really forgotten.

"John Lark." Baijiu spoke slowly, running his fingers through his soft hair, his eyes sharp. "We know him very well."

"You know nothing!" Debruk suddenly became excited and glared at Baijiu fiercely, his tone much sharper than before.

Lao Hei took a deep breath, suppressed his impatience, and spoke earnestly with coaxing patience: "The clues on this phone can help us find him. And you know the password." This is the real purpose of their lowering their posture.

However, Debruk poured a bucket of ice water on him. Far from appreciating his kindness, he asked with contempt and disdain, "Do you think Lark is an enemy?"

He sneered, his gaze sweeping over Baijiu and Laohei. "Really? But you... no matter who you are... you are the enemy! You are the reason this rotten system is able to survive!" He gritted his teeth, his jaw trembling slightly with anger. "You... are the root cause of this ongoing disaster!"

"Shut up!" Seeing that being soft was no use, Baijiu immediately dropped his disguise and said in a cold tone, "We don't care about you! We just want to find Lark!" He revealed his hand directly.

Lao Hei saw that Baijiu was on the verge of exploding, and quickly signaled with his eyes, changing the subject: "How about we make a deal?"

"No! No deal! Lao Hei!" Baijiu interrupted harshly, clenching his fists, his whole body exuding a gloomy and terrifying aura.

As an old partner, Lao Hei saw at a glance that this was a sign of losing control.

He immediately took small steps and used his body to block the liquor and the bed, forming a human wall.

Baijiu fixed his cold eyes on Debrook, and the anger that had been suppressed for so long seemed about to burst out.

Lao Hei held him tightly, using his body to block the "strongest punch" that was about to be launched.

Debrook subconsciously raised his arms to block in front of him, and a trace of real fear finally flashed in his eyes.

The invisible fist wind seemed to carry a small airflow, causing a few strands of hair on his forehead to stand up slightly.

"Old Black! Don't stop me!" Baijiu panted like an enraged bull, "Let me stay with this guy for five minutes!"

"Baijiu! Calm down!" Lao Hei used all his strength to hug him, his arms locking Baijiu's shoulders like iron hoops, dragging him back half a step away from the bed, "We can't do this! We are not that kind of people!"

Debrook was frightened like a frightened child, and his body huddled desperately towards the edge of the bed. The numbers on the heart rate monitor connected to his left wrist soared instantly, and a shrill alarm sounded.

Baijiu swung a few more punches, each time narrowly brushing past Debrook's eyes, as if deliberately testing the edge of death.

"Listen to me!" Lao Hei, thinking quickly, shouted to Baijiu and Debruk, "What if...what if they read this declaration live on the air?"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, striking the three people in a stalemate.

The extinguished light in Debruk's eyes instantly rekindled, and fear was replaced by a morbid frenzy.

He seemed to be resurrected, no longer retreating, but instead took the initiative to move half a step towards Lao Hei.

"How...?" Debruk's voice trembled with disbelief and a hint of desire. "You... can do it?"

"We can get it done with just a phone call." Lao Hei answered firmly, his eyes fixed on Debrook.

Debruk cast his gaze towards the TV screen in front of the hospital bed, looking at the host in a suit and tie, and quickly formed the long-dreamed-of picture in his mind - his declaration, resounding throughout the world through the airwaves.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly: "If he... reads out Lark's declaration..."

"No!" Baijiu flatly refused, his face ashen.

Looking at Baijiu's controlled, embarrassed and angry look, Debrook seemed to have regained his sense of control. He raised his head and let out a provocative and complacent laugh: "Then I'll give you the password!" He pierced Baijiu with a malicious look.

"You bastard!" Baijiu's anger was ignited again, and two fierce forces rushed straight to Debrook's face.

Debruk's laughter stopped abruptly and he instantly shrank back to his original position. After all, his beautiful fantasy could not withstand the threat before him.

"White wine! White wine!" Lao Hei tried his best to stop it again.

However, the image of the host reading the declaration in his mind was too tempting, and Debruk could not help but let out a low laugh again.

He suddenly realized that the key to the password was in his hands, and the rage of the liquor was more like a powerless deterrent.

"Think about it! Liquor!" Lao Hei urged desperately, his voice pleading, "For the sake of the overall situation... please..."

"That's right," Debruk agreed with a sly nod, adding fuel to the fire. "For the greater good."

The ward fell into deathly silence, which lasted for five seconds.

There was only the monotonous ticking of the heart rate monitor and the heavy breathing of the three people.

Suddenly, Baijiu exerted force and pushed Laohei away.

His strong body was like a boulder out of control, knocking the bed where Debrook was lying several centimeters to the left, making a harsh friction sound.

Looking at the two "prey" in front of him who were being toyed with in the palm of his hand, Debruk could no longer hold back and let out increasingly louder and more unscrupulous laughter. The laughter echoed in the empty ward, full of twisted pleasure.

However, the laughter stopped abruptly at the most proud moment.

Debruk's smile froze on his face.

Baijiu took out his cell phone from his pocket with an expressionless face, pressed his fingers quickly on the screen, and dialed a number.

Debrook's heart seemed to skip a beat.

(Did he...really compromise?)

(Is my declaration...really going to be...read?)