Chapter 36: Detective (Catching an Adulterer Ver.) Changing his face, all at once...

Conan suggested taking a look at the early stages of Haibara's research and offering some suggestions.

Yes, if you change your perspective, you can see a peerless geek (Vermouth) and his little wife (Haibara) conducting a thrilling love "experiment" in Dr. Agasa's house with dignity.

Huibara blocked his path. "Cells are extremely unstable. Any trace of contamination could ruin weeks of work."

Ding Dong, at this moment, Vermouth is in the bedroom, and her most likely mood is:

A. Spying on Conan and Haibara's "detective game," I thought to myself, "These two kids are so entertaining."

B. Silently admiring the way Huibara lied and maneuvered to protect herself, her delicate lips curling up softly in admiration, she thought, "My little Shiho is becoming more and more interesting."

C. Feeling a little bit bored of being restricted, looking forward to Conan leaving as soon as possible so that she can have some "in-depth communication" with Haibara.

D. I am thinking about what to eat for dinner. After all, I am a little hungry after staying in the bedroom for too long.

At this moment, Conan is closest to which of the following states?

A. I noticed something was wrong with Huiyuan and suspected that she was conducting some other secret experiment instead of A.

Researching an antidote for the drug. (Bingo, the detective's intuition is terrifying.)

B. He was completely unaware of Vermouth's existence and thought that Haibara was simply frustrated because she had reached a bottleneck in her research.

C. subconsciously sensed some danger, but his vigilance was diluted by the doctor's daily phone calls.

D. I secretly lamented that Huibara had a bad temper, and planned to bring her some homemade desserts made by Xiaolan to comfort her next time.

Conan stopped and looked at her face, which made Haibara a little worried that her poker face mask might be ineffective against the famous detective.

There was another noise upstairs, the sound of her bedroom floorboards creaking. (Sound effects of approaching death)

Conan: My keen sense of smell tells me that there is a hint of conspiracy in this voice.

"What is that?" Conan asked with a frown. He felt that there must be something fishy going on upstairs.

Classic. After all, in this world, every step of his curiosity is the inevitable path to the truth (and embarrassment).

"The house is sinking. It's a bit old after all, and it keeps creaking. Dr. Agasa should probably check the foundation."

Aijiang: I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously. I'm just talking nonsense, it's up to you whether you believe it or not.

Have I lived in Beika Town for too long, and my mind has started to think about Beika physics?

Dr. Agasa: ??? (You sit at home and the pot comes from the sky)

Diji: Thank you, I take the blame.

Conan looked unconvinced. A perpetually alert elementary school student, he reached for the watch containing the anesthetic needle once again, his signature move.

Conan: Don't think I don't know. The houses in Beika Town will only be blown up, not have their foundations sink.

Ai-chan's mind was: Help! He took out his watch. This isn't a car going to kindergarten, this is a rocket going to Shura Field.

"Haibara, the house itself doesn't make any noise." Conan said, and started walking upstairs, "Stay here."

Conan: Well, it's not a foundation problem, it's that there are people on top of it.

"Kudo-kun, wait a minute--" Haibara followed him.

If Conan finds Vermouth in the bedroom, the best-case scenario is a stalemate. A large family meeting between the Black and Red factions.

The worst case scenario is unimaginable.

Vermouth may not want to hurt Silver Bullet, but Conan has no such restrictions when facing members of the organization.

As Huibara turned the corner, she saw Conan reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. She lunged forward and grabbed his wrist.

Physical interception. Huibara's inner universe exploded. Even through the screen, one could feel her adrenaline surge.

Conan: Huh? Those little arms and legs are quite strong.

"Don't move."

Conan stared at her, his surprise gradually turning into suspicion: "Habara, tell me, what happened?"

Conan: Hiss—something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong. My intuitive radar is going off like crazy.

From Sherlock Holmes to Poirot, the intuition of great detectives all starts with "doubt".

"Nothing." She knew she might be speaking too quickly, but she still managed to get it out. "I'm...doing an experiment inside. The equipment is very sensitive. Airflow might interfere with the results."

Classic panicked lying. Talking too fast, stuttering, and making up excuses.

Airflow interference experiment results? Is this a "butterfly effect" science experiment in Beika Town?

This excuse was lame, and both of them knew it. Conan's eyes narrowed into slits.

An unspoken embarrassment.

"You're lying."

He said coldly, "Your pulse is beating fast, standing between me and the door, and you've been acting strangely since I got here."

He lowered his voice: "Is anyone from the organization here? Are you in danger? Are you being threatened?"

Conan's reasoning: From physiological reactions to behavioral anomalies, the logic is closed and impeccable.

Conan's inner OS at this moment is most likely:

A. "Someone from the organization is coming? Are you in danger?" (Innocent reasoning dog, running in the wrong direction with a serious face)

B. "This pulse, this reaction, could this be the legendary... the throbbing of love in an adolescent girl?" (The wild psychologist Conan Holmes Poirot of Beika Town appears online)

C. "Oh my goodness, I was wondering why the air smelled like barbecue today. It turns out the Shura Field is about to be cooked." (Detective Conan)

D. "Habara, are you using some APTX4869 sister drug again? You made the room explode?" (Conan with PTSD)

Choose A. Conan's straight male thinking always revolves around the organization and the case.

Students who chose B, please stand outside as punishment. If Conan could think of B, then the CP of Conan School District would have ended long ago.

If the current situation wasn't so dire, Huibara would have found this ironic situation quite interesting.

Yes, someone from the organization came, but it was different from what Conan imagined.

Someone from the organization came, a heavyweight, but he was not here to kill her, he was here to fall in love with her.

Conan: I bleed for Beika Town. I worry about the organization. And yet you're doing this behind my back. Target.

This is a classic example of "what you think is dangerous is not what I think is dangerous." Conan's blind spot is the carnival zone for the onlookers.

"Inside, is everything alright?" he asked, pointing toward the bedroom. A detective's occupational hazard. His sixth sense radar beeped.

Conan: There's something wrong with you. Your room has a murderous aura (not).

"Okay," she said. "The cat just knocked over some books. As for the case you just mentioned, send me the details and I'll take a look at it tonight."

"Some books"? Perhaps they're "The Actor's Self-Cultivation" and "How to Hide Your Secret Lover from Primary School Students"?

Ai-chan: Nothing happened. I even want to work overtime. (Pretending to be calm.jpg) Send this little steamed egg away quickly. I have a "big" surprise hidden in my room.

Conan looked at her for a while and said, "Haiyi Bara, you look...something really different today."

Oh wow. As expected of you, Edogawa, the Humanoid Detail Observer, Conan.

Do you mean that she looks a little more romantic today?

Conan: Your hair is messed up. Did someone mess it up? (The words gradually become dangerous.)

"Different" refers to the male protagonist's intuition that he is about to realize that the female protagonist is blessed with the yuri value.

"What's the difference?" she asked, trying to stay calm, but her heart was probably as turbulent as a level 10 tsunami.

"I don't know. Maybe... a little less melancholic." He shrugged. "Not a bad thing. Just different."

"Less melancholy" = women in love look better (Vermouth Limited Edition).

Conan, worthy of being the protagonist detective, has revealed the truth. The magic of love is so strong that even elementary school students can feel the spring breeze on their faces.

Sherlock Holmes: "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how incredible, is the truth." - So Ai-chan is in love. (Serious)

"I won't miss any risk." His eyes swept across the door and finally landed on her face: "Huiyuan, if you are in trouble-"

This damn protective instinct. Although the direction may be off by a thousand miles, I thought it was a problem related to the organization.

Warning about hiding a woman in the bedroom.

"I didn't," she interrupted. "I have everything under control."

"Under control" is the most dangerous flag of the Ko School District.

It’s true that Haibara is the queen of the laboratory, but can she really be suppressed if Bayonetta hides in the house?

"Really?" He walked towards the corridor. "So, you don't mind if I look around the rest of the house?"

Here it comes. Detective Conan special, "Searching Your House."

Conan: I don't believe it unless you let me search it thoroughly.

Her heartbeat quickened: "Conan-kun, this is really not necessary."

Which of the following emoticons can describe Haibara's inner thoughts at this moment? A. Frightened B. Broken C. Dangerous D. All of the above.

After all, hiding someone in love = a difficult operation.

"Safety comes first, just listen to me." Conan has already started checking the room.

Knowing that continuing to stop him would only make him more suspicious, Huiyuan followed him, her mind racing with possibilities, escape routes, explanations... anything to prevent the inevitable collision between her erotic past in the organization and her ordinary present in Mika.

Haibara's brain, with an IQ of 180, has been overclocked by 200%. Emergency plan being generated.

Now, she regretted that when she was developing the virtual world key, she didn't prioritize making a version that could improve IQ while awake, even if it was only for ten minutes.

"On how to perfectly hide the blonde queen during the carpet search by elementary school students for thousands of years" - the problem of the century.

Conan opened the doors one by one in an orderly manner - the public bathroom on the second floor was empty; Dr. Agasa's bedroom was empty; the closet was empty.

One door, two doors, three doors... the atmosphere gradually solidified.

Finally, he returned to Huibara's bedroom door.

The last line of defense. Also the most likely hiding place.

Conan: I have to find out something today. I've gone through so much trouble, but it turns out to be just to check this bedroom.

"This is my private space." Huibara used privacy as a shield for the last time. She felt tired and destroyed.

Ai-chan: The final stubbornness. (And the final delay)

"Private space" (referring to the hidden blonde beauty with peach blossom eyes who cannot be seen in the light).

Subtext: "Give me some face, there's a surprise inside (scare)."

Huiyuan's tone was already "I'm really anxious if you go in again"

Unfortunately, it's meaningless in front of Conan who is in full investigation mode.

She said "private space" and he heard "questionable location".

He turned the doorknob and said, "Privacy is a luxury none of us can afford."

As expected of you, Edogawa, Conan without boundaries. For the truth, privacy is nothing.

I suggest framing this sentence and hanging it in the detective agency. What a philosophical quote about the dual worlds of romance and mystery.

The first second before Conan opened the door of Dr. Agasa's bedroom, the first thought that flashed through Huiyuan's mind was most likely:

A. "Oh no! This month's APTX4869 antidote development budget is going to exceed the budget." (Scientific researcher instinct)

B. "Vermouth. Quickly tie up Conan with your scarf. Be gentle." (CP fan's fantasy)

C. "How about... admit now that Vermouth and I are playing hide-and-seek?" (Trying to get away with it cutely)

D. "What's the first emergency facial expression management technique that Aunt Yukiko taught me?" (An Actor's Self-Cultivation)

Just like that, the eternal primary school student opened the door to the tangerine world.

Conan flung the door open, and inside... there was nothing.

An empty bedroom, the bed neatly made, the windows closed. In this world of popcorn, it's the perfect escape room.

There is no Vermouth.

Sister Bei, your anti-reconnaissance ability is max. You can even escape like this?

Did the Thousand Faces Queen Apparate? Or did she go underground?

This is not an empty room that suddenly became tidy, this is the scene of victory of a highly intelligent woman.

Huibara was surprised, then secretly relieved. Conan noticed it immediately.

Conan: Oh wow? Your surprised expression is funnier than if there were no one in the room.

"Should there be anyone in your bedroom?" he asked.

Conan: Your expression betrays you.

A soul-searching question. This is a fatal question: "Did you expect anyone to survive?"

Conan's tone was already at the level of interrogation.

"No."

She quickly recovered and entered into her usual rant mode, speaking effortlessly: "Ah, I'm just surprised you, Detective-san, invaded my personal space so easily."

Ai-chan: Acting, where is my acting? Come online soon.

Forced to save face, on-the-spot reaction max. Huiyuan's emotional management is S-level.

Social countermeasures: men and women should not touch each other, and one strike will kill.

He narrowed his eyes, walked in, and scanned the room again, including Haibara's private bathroom, before turning to her and saying, "Habara, something's wrong. I'm really worried."

Conan: Although I didn't catch you in the act, I felt a green light above your head (not)... No, it's the pink bubbles that are thicker.

The worry is real, the suspicion is real too. The intuition of an elementary school detective is terrifying.

"Something's wrong" = there's something wrong.

"There's nothing to worry about. You go wait for me downstairs. I need to clean up the house." Huibara's tone became increasingly impatient.

Ai-chan: Send the steamed egg away quickly. I need to find where my sister Bei has gone.

(Hint: Wait for me downstairs. After I'm done with Sister Bei, I'll come down to find you to solve the case.)

This is an order to expel you. Even a primary school student who has been in school for years can get humiliated sometimes.

After all, it was he who broke the social boundaries, and Conan felt a little embarrassed. Just then, his cell phone rang. He looked and saw it was Subaru Okiya, so he obediently went downstairs to answer the phone.

Conan: (Scratching his head) It seems... that's indeed a bit rude.

One of the advantages of being a primary school student: you can get away with making mistakes.

He went downstairs, but the ambiguous drama upstairs was not over yet.

Ding Dong, multiple choice question. How did Vermouth quietly escape from the room?

A. Put on disguise and become a curtain, and stay still.

B. Slide away through Dr. Agasa's secret passage.

C. Use "voice changer + mimic cloak" to directly integrate into the ceiling.

D. She didn't hide in the room at all, but went downstairs a long time ago.

This tug-of-war between highly intelligent adults continues.

Haibara watched Conan leave, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he went downstairs and completely disappeared from her sight in the empty oval villa.

"You can come out now."

The elementary school detective has finally left, and the time for adults has begun (pushing glasses)

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, like magic, the doors of her bedroom ceiling slid open and Vermouth descended gracefully, soundlessly.

??? Grass (a kind of plant).

What kind of ceiling is that in Dr. Agasa's house? Does it even have automatic slides? High-tech housing!

Elegant and timeless. Bayonetta's entrances are always so... unique. The silent landing skill, must she have graduated from Ninja School?

"What a clever hiding place," Huibara said, unable to conceal her admiration in her tone.

Huihara: That’s pretty cool, give me some more.

Only the strong can get Shirley's recognition. In a sense, this is truer than love.

She praises the hiding place with her mouth, but in her heart she is praising Bei Jie's business ability (and figure), right?

Analysis by the wild psychologist of Beika Town: The subtext of this sentence is "My sister is so handsome and I love her so much."

"Ah, thanks for the compliment. It's just basic spy skills."

Vermouth dusted off her hands as she answered, calm and composed. "You must understand the structure of your surroundings. There's a maintenance space in your ceiling that leads to the attic. It's actually quite spacious."

What is this? The same "winery room reading" technique used by the FBI to read minds?

Sister Bei's Versailles, by the way, hinted at "Would you like to know more about Penthouse Play?"

"So, you figured that out in the five minutes you were in my room?"

Huiyuan asked a poor student (?) question. After all, this is not her area of ​​expertise.

The sad cat's face is shocked.jpg

Inner thoughts: Does this woman have a built-in X-ray scanner?

Five minutes? For Sister Bei, five minutes was enough for her to draw the hidden circuit diagram of the doctor's house.

Rigorous scientific sorrow: Starting to calculate Sister Bei's detection efficiency vs APTX efficacy (?)

"I found it as soon as I entered the house." Vermouth smiled: "Every time before I drink tea, I always determine the route to leave."

The self-cultivation of a big boss. What is professionalism? This is professionalism.

"On the Self-cultivation of an Agent": Drinking tea = tactical reconnaissance.

Bayonetta's philosophy of life: Only by living can you make (sad) tea. This safety awareness makes Gin cry.

Huiyuan shook her head, took a deep breath, and then curled her lips helplessly: "Of course."

Ai: I’m used to it. This woman is just so outrageous.

"Your little detective is very tenacious," Vermouth commented, "and suspicious. He's keeping a close eye on you."

It's started, it's here again, the language art of the thousand-faced actress, ready for PUA (bushi

“He keeps a close eye on everyone around him.”

Huibara: Don’t ask, it’s an occupational disease.

Immediately disassociating herself from the matter, Shirley's defense system kicks in. Ai's standard tsundere defense: a triple denial of "We're fine."

Translation: He is just a walking case trigger, don't bother me.

"He's not spying on you." Vermouth's tone was calm, but his eyes were a little sharp: "He is very protective of you. Maybe there is something else."

Sister Bei's eyes are murderous. Is this hidden meaning—is it worry? Is it testing? Or is it possessiveness?

"He and I are just allies forced by the situation, that's all."

The defensive walls are getting higher and higher.

Little did she know that in the mind of Sister Bei's emotional analyst, the stronger the denial, the more suspicious the relationship.

"Allies," Vermouth repeated, testing the words: "Like we are allies in New York?"

The word "ally" was pronounced with particular emphasis, full of ambiguous temptations.

A mesmerizing sight of New York City: bars, trials, moonlight on the rooftop... and unspoken ambiguity.

Bei Jie's fatal question: allies, drinking buddies, bed... (mouth covered)

Huiyuan felt her face heat up: "That's different."

“Really?” Vermouth leaned in closer, her pressure growing stronger. “Two… talented people, despite their different positions, found something in common?”

The air is filled with the smell of pheromones (crossed out) and Bayley's custom-made perfume.

The aesthetics of Sister Bei's oppressive feeling. This distance... is it the prelude to the entanglement of breathing?

"We didn't find anything in common," Huiyuan corrected sternly. "We found a bar and drank too much Marge."

Shirley, a rigorous scientist, even argued by stating facts, trying to cover up her emotions with facts.

The dying struggle of sorrow: trying to cover up the heartbeat with alcohol.

Scientist's rigor: emphasizes the sequence of events (drinking, accident), but omits key steps.

"What happened after the bar?" Vermouth's voice lowered: "What did we... find, Shirley?"

"Shirley"'s name attack. Sister Bei's lowered voice = hunting mode on.

High-energy flashbacks ahead. Non-combatants, please prepare your insulin.

Images flashed through Huibara's mind - in the Manhattan apartment elevator, hands against the wall, the memory of the kiss was both clear and hazy, and seemed to be sealed by the effects of APTX, inexplicably unreal.

It is precious, yet has a little bit of untouchable sadness.

"Temporary insanity." She spat out this biological term coldly, still maintaining a poker face on her small face.

Miyano Shiho. Explaining the concept of "up" in scientific terms.

The most snarky statement of the year. The coolest way to pass the buck.

The ultimate secret of tsundere: diagnosing true love as a mental illness.

The tragic demise of science's romance: kissing = dopamine overdose = clinical observation sample.

Q: What is the main reason why Huiyuan defines Once Upon a Time in New York as "temporary insanity"?

A. Follow the rigorous spirit of scientists and make clinical attributions for unexplained emotions.

B. Hard-mouthed, soft-hearted, and thin-skinned, commonly known as the deluxe version of the tsundere trio.

C. Want to use cold scientific terms to extinguish the rekindled fire in your heart.

D. She just couldn't think of a cooler word than "chemistry."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes and smiled indulgently: "Is this your scientific diagnosis? Temporary insanity?"

Sister Bei's calm smile: I see you continue to make up stories.

This smile is full of the orange spirit of "seeing through everything but not saying it out loud, just thinking you are cute".

"Well, what do you call this?" Huiyuan said stubbornly. She had turned the tables, but unfortunately her opponent was the actress with a thousand faces.

A desperate counterattack of sorrow. It's a name, but it's a heartfelt showdown—a high-attack, high-defense showdown between queens.

"Chemical reaction." Vermouth raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly: "In every aspect, it's chemistry."

Perfect score. Absolutely stunning. Double entendre. Killing her, Bayonetta. Use Haibara's expertise to defeat her.

Chemistry. This word, when spoken by Vermouth, makes the sexiness index go through the roof.

Game Over. Vermouth wins.

They stood in the bedroom like this, and the air was filled with the orange scent that neither of them could deny.

Dust particles were flying under the light. One was a blonde fairy leaning lazily on the table, and the other was a little queen with her arms folded, examining things calmly. The air was almost ignited by their eyes.

The situation is very good, but some people are stubborn.

"Why did you come here?" Huibara asked again, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

Break the tension (No) and quickly find out what's going on so you can decide whether to call the police or kiss (Yes)

Vermouth's expression changed, becoming serious. "Perhaps I want to see what became of the organization's most intelligent defector. The woman who created APTX-4869, the woman who escaped the death penalty at the hands of the organization's executioner, Gin, and now she's hiding in plain sight from everyone in Mika like a child."

It's still Tai Chi. A classic PUA opening line, first giving value, then severely devaluing it, essentially sending people on an emotional roller coaster.

Translation: "I miss you so much, I can only use this method to see if you are doing well, but I have to pretend to be just curious."

Sister Bei's Thousand Layers of Routine: Using dangerous topics as fun.

"Curiosity seems an unreasonable reason for your adventure."

The subtext of this sentence is actually a test: "You took a risk for me, right?"

"Who said there's a risk?" Vermouth raised an eyebrow. "Unless I volunteer, I will never be exposed."

"Just like in New York?" Huibara responded with poison to poison.

"New York... is an exception." Vermouth's tone was actually a little weaker.

"Exception" = "You are a loophole in my principles"

Bayley's rules are automatically formatted when she meets Shirley.

"What exception?" Huiyuan pressed, determined to get to the bottom of this.

"My principle is never to get involved."

Multiple choice question: What does Bayley's "never get involved" actually mean?

A. Don't get involved in organizational tasks B. Don't get involved in boring things C. Don't get involved with people you have no interest in D. Don't get involved? I'm already stuck in it. Thank you.

This answer sounds very true, and it is surprisingly honest for a woman who is full of lies.

Orange Studies Test Point: What is it like when a top liar is honest only with you?

Sister Bei's paradox: lies are armor, sincerity is a special supply for you.

"What about now?" Huiyuan's voice became softer. "Are you involved now?"

Her voice softened. She softened. She was bewitched. From questioning, it became a test.

Vermouth came closer, so close that little Huibara had to look up to maintain eye contact with her. "What do you think?"

This sentence is like handing a knife to Huiyuan. It's up to you to decide whether to stab her or hug her. It's absolutely amazing.

"I don't know. I have to go down. I can't let Conan wait down there for too long."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows and curled up the corners of her lips slightly.

After saying this, Haibara walked out of the bedroom without looking at Vermouth and closed the door.

Took a deep breath.

When I arrived at the living room downstairs, I saw Conan hanging up the phone. It seemed that the famous detective was quite busy today.

However, there are also cases that even elementary school students cannot understand, and that is the heart of a woman.

Now, there is a temporary truce between Conan and Haibara, a compromise of "I feel something is wrong but I have no evidence."

Conan: I feel like something is wrong but I can't put my finger on it.JPG

"Your behavior is strange, Haiyi Bara." Conan said directly when he saw that she finally came down.

Detective's intuition: There's someone hiding in your bedroom. Who knew it was your partner?

"You and I are different people. According to you, I have always been weird."

Ai-chan: Haha, man. You have no idea what I just went through.

This retort was brilliant. It was very effective and easily changed the topic.

The Awkward School of Deception: The queen's behavior of using self-deprecation to cover up her guilty conscience.

He smiled a little: "Indeed."

Conan: Okay, you've been acting weird for a while now (gives up thinking)

He glanced at the stairs again and sighed, "Okay. But be careful. Teacher Judy told me that there's Vermouth in the city..."

Conan: Just a reminder, that crazy woman from the winery is here to make a scene again.

Ai: Thanks for the invitation. As soon as she arrived, she was in my bedroom, on my bed, flipping through my adult version of the Libido book. It was the movie she and your mother made 20 years ago. I'm tired. Let's destroy it.

"I've been very careful," she assured him, fearing the detective would discover the "surprise" in the bedroom. She didn't want to talk about Vermouth.

(Inner thoughts: Of course I’m careful, so careful that I’ve even hidden myself, just in case you find out.)

"Now, Kudo-kun, tell me about the case. I suppose you want me to see the forensic evidence?"

A common skill among intelligent women: using work/study as a diversion.

Haibara Ai, the master of anti-reconnaissance, continues to use the case to CPU the first elementary school student.

Aijiang OS: Please use your invincible case to fill up my CPU, otherwise I will have to recall the eye contact with Vermouth just now.

However, there are too many cases, worthy of being called Rice Flower. Randomly picking, Conan has five or six cases involving chemistry knowledge.

The strategy of diverting Conan's attention worked.

The two spent the next ten minutes discussing the case, with Haibara carefully ensuring Conan stayed in the living room, away from the stairs leading to her bedroom, while she analyzed the chemical composition of a strange substance found at the scene.

Conan: I always feel that Haibara's position today is a bit strange...?

On How Scientists Multitask: Calculating Chemical Formulas with Their Heads While Thinking About Beauty in the Bedroom

Finally, he finally opened his mouth to leave: "I should go now. Lan is waiting for me to come back for dinner."

Xiaolan, the biggest assist in this chapter. She didn't appear in the game, but she is a legend in the world. (A kowtow to Lan Ai)

"Are you still acting like a filial younger brother?" Huiyuan couldn't help but ask. Ai's venomous tongue arrived late.

He's a bit too proud. He even dares to mock others before he even sends them away.

Conan glanced at her and said, "We all have our own disguises to maintain."

A double entendre, very advanced. Director Ke: We all have disguises.

Ai: (glancing at the bedroom door) Yes, my disguise is 1.75 meters tall, with big wavy blonde hair, and I can also raise my eyebrows to kill.

Thinking of the peach-eyed Hollywood enchantress currently hiding in her bedroom, Huibara understood the irony of his remarks.

The whole world thought they were mortal enemies, but she was the only one who knew that person was in her absolute domain. This feeling of taboo.

Conan accidentally discovered the truth: Ai’s “disguise” was a secret lover.

"Edogawa-kun," she said, using the formal address she reserved for the most serious moments. "As a resident of Beika, I appreciate your passion for this case, but I really have to get back to work. Those cell culture dishes won't write their own lab reports."

Using the most serious name, making the most false excuse, and issuing the most ruthless expulsion order, the cell culture dish must be blamed for whatever went wrong.

Cell: Don't cue us, we're not responsible for this. It was you who wanted to go back and be intimate with the blonde girl.

Easy question, what is the real reason why Haibara drives Conan away?

A. The cell culture dish is urging for a report. B. The case is too boring. C. I am worried that Sister Bei will get impatient. D. The bedroom is not soundproofed enough and I am afraid of being discovered.

For a moment, Huiyuan thought Conan would change his mind and stay because he still didn't seem to believe it.

The first law of science: Never underestimate the curiosity (and gossip) of a perpetually young student.

But before Conan could ask further questions, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and sighed.

This sigh contained the desire for the truth, the helplessness towards Lan, and the anticipation for dinner.

The biggest assist in the whole play: Ran Maori’s phone call.

"It's Ran. I have to answer the phone." He walked away to answer it, and Haibara breathed a sigh of relief.

Ai: It was a close call, it almost got exposed.

Well done, Lan. Today's MVP. With just one phone call, you protected Beyer's secret lily garden.

After a while, Conan came back: "I have to go. Ran asked me to buy something at the convenience store on the way home."

The running drum washing machine is now online.

When Conan reached the door, he stopped and turned around: "Oh, by the way, Huiyuan? This overly mature perfume doesn't suit you."

A surprise attack. I knew it wasn't that simple.

As expected of you, Edogawa, the humanoid police dog Conan.

What Hawaii? This person must have graduated from the Paris Perfumery School.

Huiyuan's whole body went cold: "What?" Pupils trembled.gif

He tapped his nose. "Besides the basic scent of Chanel's popular perfume, there's a familiar smell in the house. Something expensive. Maybe custom-made?"

They even know that the popular version of Chanel has a "very expensive smell". Tsk tsk tsk tsk, what bad intentions could an elementary school student have? They just know a lot about luxury goods.

This is no longer reasoning, it is an assessment of the quality of life.

Actually, it is Vermouth's exclusive perfume. After all, she is a Hollywood actress, and the brands she endorses will make custom perfumes for her.

This wave, the Queen's exclusive mark. A declaration of sovereignty. How advanced players can quietly leave their mark.

Little did he know that Conan felt familiar with this smell because he had smelled it on another person.

It’s his beloved, forever 20-year-old mommy, Yukiko Kudo.

Of course, this is another huge old-fashioned yuri Shura field, but it’s okay today and it won’t happen.

Huibara shrugged reluctantly, looking nonchalant. "The professor brought back samples from his last meeting. It seems perfume chemistry is his latest passion."

He shifted the blame quickly, accurately and steadily, worthy of being a former member of the organization, with top crisis public relations skills.

And since the doctor was not present, she could make up whatever she wanted. She just had to wait for the doctor to come back from his business trip and then coordinate her testimony.

Then she sighed exaggeratedly: "I expect to receive a watch that emits perfume as a gift for Christmas."

Doctor: A-choo. Who's cueing me? Why do I have a new hobby?

Conan smiled, and the tense atmosphere eased a little: "That does sound like something he would make."

Elementary school student: This reason is too outrageous so I can’t refute it.

This "smile" contains multiple meanings, such as "I will just watch you perform quietly", "Forget it, you still have to respect your partner's privacy", "The doctor is really a worry."

Conan put on the brakes at the last moment and didn't ask any further questions. What was the fundamental reason for his choice to "believe"?

A. The doctor's image as a quirky inventor is too deeply rooted in people's minds, and this reason is impeccable.

B. He was keenly aware of Huibara's extreme nervousness and decided to stop there out of respect and protection for his partner.

C. smelled a little bit of gossip, but when he thought of Lan's dinner, his foodie DNA won out over his detective DNA.

D. He didn't believe it at all and had quietly filed the "Mysterious French Perfume Incident" into "Haibara Ai's Secret" file No. 10086, preparing to settle the score later.

Conan changed his shoes, stood up, and adjusted his glasses: "Okay. I should go now. Ranai-chan, wait for me for dinner."

As soon as the three words "Ranai-chan" came out of his mouth, the elementary school student's disguise was welded to his face again.

Conan: Forget it, goodbye. My Lan is cooking and waiting for me. Unlike someone who can only rely on words to please others and can't even eat hot meals.

What a flawless exit. Enough of the unconscious display of affection, Kudo Shinichi.

"Give my regards to Mr. Maori and Ran," Haibara said, standing up and walking him to the door, her face barely concealing the relief on her face.

The textbook example of serving tea and seeing off guests. Her politeness, rather than alienation, is the last line of defense.

Aijiang’s inner thoughts: Let’s go, let’s go quickly, I also want to find my blonde and charming woman.

Lan: At this moment, I look like just an ordinary background figure, a homely woman, always ready to justify Conan's "meal time." Little did I know... in my small group chat with Sonoko and Sera, I'm chatting enthusiastically about the latest high-energy ABO yuri novel being serialized. Hehe.

Conan paused again, "Are you sure you're okay? You actually look...less...melancholy today?"

Savor it carefully. What floats in the air is not the freshness after the rain, but the smell of gossip.

Oops, the sour smell of love couldn't be hidden and was smelled by the perpetual elementary school student.

The elementary school student really understands it. He can accurately capture the changes in Ai-chan's emotions.

"Maybe I'm just having a good day today," she replied with a slightly mysterious smile, "despite the rain."

Translation: "Because of the appearance of a certain blonde sister, I feel so happy that I feel like I own the whole world. What does a mere rain mean?"

Conan paused and said, "That American woman in the cafe...do you think she's weird?"

The students started to raise the issue.

Huiyuan kept a calm poker face: "Why is it strange?"

Inner thoughts: My heart is about to stop, stay calm, I’m Shirley, I’ve seen all sorts of storms.

"I don't know. Officer Takagi said there was a familiar feeling about her."

Takagi: I'm just an ordinary weirdo.

"Maybe she looks like an actress." Huiyuan said, her expression icy and her heart beating fast. "She mentioned working in the theater or something."

"Maybe."

Conan: My bug detector tells me it's not that simple.

Here should be the classic shot from the TV version where he frowns and a white light flashes through his lenses.

"Didn't you notice that foreign woman was paying special attention to you?" Before leaving, Conan started to ask indirect questions again.

"I was concentrating on the case."

Focus on the case (No)

Concentrate on flirting with the beautiful sister (yes)

Haibara opened the door and said, "Aren't you leaving? It's still raining and we'll be late for dinner. Ranai-chan will be worried."

Here comes the killer move. The almighty Lan, the spell that summons the elementary school students.

Ai-chan: Got it. Hehehe.

The order to expel him was issued quickly and harshly, leaving Conan unable to refute. He showed high emotional intelligence.

Conan: No, hehe.

Mentioning Ran had indeed worked. Conan glanced at his watch and frowned, "You're right. See you tomorrow."

It works every time you try it.

Kudo: Damn it, she tricked me again. See you tomorrow (gritting his teeth).

"I'm looking forward to it." Huibara lied. Compliments were free anyway.

At this moment, outside the door are Conan's worries and the detective's daily life; inside the door are Haibara's secrets and dangerous love.

Huihara leaned slightly against the door, maintaining an icy posture.

Conan walked into the rain, opened his umbrella, and turned to look at her.

"Haiyi Bara." His voice became serious again. "If you see or hear anything suspicious, even at the slightest, call me immediately. Vermouth is dangerous, especially for you."

Ke's Danger Warning: Physical Level.

Huiyuan's sense of danger: tachycardia level.

"I know exactly how dangerous she is," Huibara replied sincerely, "Don't worry about me."

"I also know how charming she is." - Ai-chan's subtext.

Translation: My defense tower has been completely destroyed by Medusa's smile.jpg

“It’s like praying for the rain not to fall,” he said with a smile, then turned and walked into the downpour.

Philosophy in the Rain: How Straight Men Inadvertently Reveal the Secret

What a pity, this concern is destined to be wasted in the gentle paradise carefully woven by another woman (not really).

Huibara closed the door, leaned against it, slowly exhaled, and her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

Through the surveillance camera, he was seen lingering at the door, looking back at the house with obvious suspicion, before finally turning and leaving.

Director Ke: I feel like there's murderous intent behind this, but I won't say it. I always feel like there's something good hidden in this house (not really).

Haibara counted to thirty in her heart, giving Conan enough time to walk out of the surveillance range in the rain.

After making sure he had left, Huibara checked all the surveillance cameras twice, confirming again that everything was normal, and then, with her short legs, she rushed up the spiral staircase at the unusually fast speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Professional counter-reconnaissance (tactical retreat).

Closing the door, changing the face, all done in one go. Professionalism.

However, her calmness was all fake. The speed of the 100-meter sprint reflected her true feelings.

The speed of rushing up the stairs is probably about the same as that of a girl in love who is rushing to send a message "He's gone" to the top contact on her phone.

Ding Dong, free points.

Excuse me, why did Haibara Ai rush up the stairs at a speed that violated Newton's first law?

A. Dr. Agasa's newly invented "automatic path-finding height-increasing shoes" exploded again, and he rushed to put out the fire.

B. A limited edition autographed pendant by athlete Higo is up for last-minute bidding on an overseas second-hand website. If you don't grab it now, it will be gone.

C. There is someone hiding upstairs. If she doesn’t go upstairs, the blond sister’s whiskey will be finished and she is waiting for her to have a drink together.

D. I suddenly remembered that the cell culture dish had not been covered with a lid. A qualified scientific researcher would never allow such a mistake to happen.