Chapter 42: Sister Bei's top Versailles absurd and indecent scene...

"Don't." Huibara took a deep breath, as if performing CPR on herself.

This word "bye" contains so much helplessness, shame and hesitation.

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Gray's Deep Breath: I want to absorb all the collapse.jpg

"You know, most women wouldn't go to such lengths to hide me," Vermouth whispered. "They usually just want to show me off in different ways."

As expected of you, Sharon Wynyard, the human wrench.

A kind of confidence that says, "Damn you're not crazy about me."

Bayonetta's Versailles. Even the top stars in Japanese entertainment don't dare to brag like this.

"On the Mystic's Self-Perception" - Sister Bei: I am the queen, confident and radiant. (But does that seem to be okay?)

"Show me off"... Putting myself in Bayley's shoes, I can't actually argue with that? (Face-covering) Damn charm.

"I'm not most women." Huibara replied coldly.

Highlight moment. Queen Huiyuan's declaration. A went up.

I am not most women, I am the woman who can make APTX4869.

“That’s right,” Vermouth agreed, her eyes suddenly becoming serious, from joking to serious. “You never were.”

In this round, Vermouth won with a straight shot.

Kill with a glance. Sister Bei's one-click switching skills.

Something in her tone made Huibara pause.

The doorbell rang again, breaking this tangerine moment.

"Stay here." Huiyuan ordered, Ai's last stubbornness: the shell of command, the panic in the heart.

"The food closet. Behind the rice bags." Huibara was already walking towards the closet. "And, don't—"

Hiding the Thousand Faces Movie Queen behind the rice bag hahahaha, what a top storage technique.

Multiple choice question: What did Huibara's unfinished "Don't——" most likely mean?

A. Don't cheat B. Don't move around C. Don't think about that night in New York D. Don't fall in love with me (shock) E. Don't suddenly disguise yourself as Dr. Agasa

"Don't touch anything, make any noise, or do anything else that would reveal my presence."

Vermouth's smile was helpless: "My dear, I have been hiding in plain sight for longer than you have lived. But I am very grateful for your concern."

The value of this line is comparable to Conan's line "I learned this in Hawaii."

The calmness of a professional. This is the true meaning of "A secret makes a woman woman."

Taste it, taste it carefully. She interpreted Ai's command as "care".

In fact, the reason why Haibara hid her was to prevent Shuichi Akai from being killed by her on the spot.

Vermouth slid toward the closet, gracefully, like a cat, and paused before opening the thin door.

She turned, her face suddenly inches from Huiyuan's. The playful expression remained, but at this moment, Huiyuan caught a glimpse of something else, a feeling of the real Vermouth, emerging for a moment: "Oh, I will be quieter than the shadow of the organization, dear."

"On How to Accomplish Both a Promise and a Threat in One Sentence" by Sister Bei, a Language Artist.

"But remember this game of hide-and-seek you started. Remember where you hid me. The bedroom… the closet… pretty intimate, don't you think? A more interesting secret than stealing a kiss in New York."

"A stolen kiss in New York?" Bayonetta blew up her truck, didn't she? Is this old sugar talk really possible? (Frantically searching through fanfiction archives)

Sister Bei's top fishing skills: turning a life-and-death crisis into a boudoir pleasure with a few words of hardcore flirting.

As the saying goes, "A shared secret is like a marriage certificate." Got it. The Black Organization's Social Security Bureau is now stamping your names (on the APTX4869 manual).

Vermouth's eyes locked on Huibara and she whispered, "Now, go open the door. Do your part. And, you must know that I will listen to every word you say."

"Doing my job well = playing my wife" Sister Bei: seemingly giving orders but actually training.JPG

This closet was narrow and filled with Dr. Agasa's emergency food and various cleaning supplies. Vermouth examined it as if she were evaluating a five-star hotel suite.

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Dr.'s Expired Curry: I Never Thought It Would Become Sister Bei's Scented Candle (Claustrophobic Limited Edition)

Is the next step to order room service? (Call Ai-chan room service for food)

"It's very comfortable," she murmured. "I hope this doesn't take too long, though. I don't really like being alone in confined spaces."

Reading comprehension: But I like to squeeze in with Shiho-chan in New York (physical meaning)

"Of course. I will be very efficient." said Huibara.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes, and her smile was not reassuring at all.

"What if I get bored? Or feel claustrophobic? It's too dark in here."

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Multiple choice question: What is Sister Bay more dissatisfied with at the moment?

A. The curry sauce has marinated the haute couture shirt.

B. You can’t broadcast Ai-chan’s acting skills live.

C. There are no Aijiang brand pillows in the sardine can.

(Correct answer: D. All of the above and plans to blackmail Dr. ten Hermès closets)

In the dim light, her eyes sparkled. Whose leopard was hiding in a pickle jar and winking at Baca Zilan? "How about I hum a song? Something light and cheerful?"

How to Say the Most Threatening Words in the Most Coquettish Tone

Sister Bay's song request: "A thousand layers of tricks in claustrophobic play" or "Dunk on the FBI's head"?

Haibara frowned. Akai Shuichi was already at the door, almost pressing the doorbell to pieces, but she was still chattering away, saying some meaningless things.

It was intentional, absolutely intentional.

Huiyuan leaned closer to her and said with his most ferocious expression, "If you make any noise, I will personally inject you with APTX-4869 and then flush you into the professor's experimental waste disposal machine. Do you understand?"

Ai-chan's fatal coquettishness: using the sweetest little face and saying the harshest words.

Regarding the fact that the scientific research girl's erotic play is a chemical threat

Vermouth's smile grew even brighter, as if she found Miyano Shiho's stern face and harsh words so adorable: "I understand, little princess."

Bei Jie's XP system update notice: Tsundere and sharp tongue are the top-notch romantic medicine.

Her breath softly caressed Huibara's cheek: "I will be quiet... like a very patient leopard."

Haibara felt like she was on the edge of a precipice, and the purest, most utter madness of her life was crashing through her.

One of the Black Organization's most deadly agents was hiding next to Agasa's hidden snacks, while at the same time, a disguised FBI agent was about to walk in through the front door.

At such a critical moment, Vermouth finally got into the closet, but she kept talking too much, which really annoyed Haibara.

Now, it's time for the top agent to play hide-and-seek. But this agent seems to have a bit of a princess syndrome, entering the closet like a cat entering an airline box, and the main character is reluctant and full of difficulties.

Then Vermouth looked back at the monitoring screen and saw that the "Eagle Eye System" was activated and scanning the target.

"Your handsome neighbor can't wait any longer."

Ding Dong, please choose what Bei Jie is really thinking at this moment:

A. This neighbor is so handsome, I want to meet him. B. This neighbor's username is even faker than mine. C. Shirley, are you really impatient? Hehe. D. Akai Shuichi, I'd recognize you even if you were ash.

Huibara's heart suddenly felt like it was falling to the sky. Did she know? Did she recognize Akai Shuichi?

"Handsome? I thought you'd seen a lot of handsome guys in the entertainment industry." Huibara tried hard to think of a witty retort.

The desire to survive is very strong.

“Whatever you say.” Vermouth sighed exaggeratedly, “But I feel more and more like the protagonist in a French love farce, constantly being transferred from one hiding place to another as the plot unfolds.”

As expected of an Oscar-winning actress, she can add an inner drama even when hiding in a closet, and it's a French art film. Yukiko will give you the script overnight after watching it.

"Hide in the small cabinet and be one with it, no matter winter, summer, spring or autumn." Sister Bei probably thought this was some kind of immersive script.

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The feeling of déjà vu for a working person: Today is also the day when the client (Haihara) asked me to change the plan.

"'La Vie en Parisienne' isn't your movie," Huibara retorted. "Now, please, hide well."

Ai-chan has given up thinking and started to enter the angry mode of "shut up now".

Huiyuan OS: Encore performance will be charged.

“It’s so comfortable.” Vermouth said, touching the shelves filled with tableware and cleaning supplies with her slender fingers. “But I have to say, this is far from the place we hid together last time.”

The intensity is starting to build. This isn't just a probing move anymore; this is a direct hit.

Shrimp and pig heart. A rehash of the past, a precise strike. Subtext: "Last time we hid in such a romantic place, this time in this shabby closet. Bad taste, Shirley."

Mentioning New York, mentioning the room where they hid from the world in a completely different way, Huibara's cheeks suddenly heated up: "That's different."

This is probably called "tactical blushing", which is a passive skill of the tsundere character. Once it is hit, the memory killing will be automatically triggered.

At this moment, Ai-chan's inner comments must be rainbow-colored: (Ahhhh why is she still bringing up that matter. Someone here is being a hooligan, JC uncle.)

“Really?” Vermouth rested her hand on the closet door frame, looking cool and sassy, ​​full of the oppressive aura of a queen and the sexy allure of a Hollywood enchantress. “Or are we just two people who want to temporarily escape the truth of this real world?”

KO. A single blow to the head. This move is called "philosophical sublimation," and when the target is in a state of turmoil, it offers a soul-searching, soul-searching, and ultimately debilitating blow.

The truth? What truth? Is it the truth about Subaru Okiya, the truth about the organization's mission, or the truth about "I love you"? Bayonetta, you're just like me! Riddler, get out of Beika Town!

Before Haibara could think of an answer that wouldn't reveal too much information, Vermouth closed the door.

The last thing I saw was this woman, with her signature mysterious smile, as if foreshadowing that she would take revenge for hiding in the cupboard in the future.

Kill like crazy. Sister Shark is crazy. Flirt and run away, so exciting. This operation is the self-cultivation of a top-level Aquaman.

"When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my body and name." Sister Bei's action of closing the door was casual but also revealed a little bit of confidence that "I will definitely not lose this time."

Finally, the door closed, leaving behind an unfathomable smile and endless imagination for the nineteen-year-old.

This is not hiding, this is clearly hunting.

Alas, it's dangerous. Hurry and follow me.

Sister Bei: FBI, you are blocking my way to pick up girls (smiling and pulling out gun)

Haibara waited for a moment, making sure that Vermouth was hidden, before opening the door. Her scientist's brain had already found a reasonable explanation for her reluctance to open the door.

IQ 180, "scientist's brain", use: to make up lies. Professional match belongs to yes.

Perhaps the main body is the brain of the crisis public relations team, urgently brainstorming the public relations draft "How to elegantly delay opening the door when elementary school students are home alone late at night."

The little head is rapidly calculating the complex formula of "survival rate after opening the door" and "social mortality rate of people hiding in the closet being discovered".

About the fact that I need to hide my nemesis/ambiguous object before opening the door.avi

Ai-chan's safe house, open today only: a place to take in dangerous people and things.

She forced herself to take three deep breaths, her expression returning to normal, and then calmly walked towards the front door.

The two most dangerous people she knew, one hiding in the closet and the other ringing the doorbell.

The one who opened the door was the FBI, the one who played hide-and-seek in the closet was the winery, and the world where only Ai-chan was hurt was achieved.

The weight of reality, like the humid air of today's rice cakes, weighed on her.

Tokyo's humid air: I'm not responsible for this. This is just ordinary physics. Don't compare me to this kind of theater-level Shura Field.

This isn't just the weight of air; it's the oppressive pressure of the two most powerful fighters in Detective Conan. Ai-chan's little shoulders have been working so hard.

"How to Walk Gracefully to Death's Door" - written by Ai Huihara.

Outside the door is Shuichi Akai in "graduate student next door" mode, with a gentle smile and most likely a pot of delicious potato stew.

Inside the door is the small and calm Haibara Ai, and behind her is the closet hiding the "Thousand Faces of the Movie Queen". Through the gaps in the cabinet door, one seems to be able to see long golden hair and the dangerous smell of perfume.

Vermouth, lurking among the bags of rice and Dr. Agasa's questionable experimental snacks.

Bei's Today's Hideout: It's somewhere between livelihood security (rice) and biohazard (snacks), which is very organized.

Summary: Inside and outside the door, two undercover agents put on a show.

Akai Shuichi: FBI. OPEN THE DOOR~

Vermouth: Temptation of the Closet

This was definitely not how she had planned to spend her ordinary evening with rice crackers.

But, wake up. Living in Beika Town, there are no "normal" nights.

Standard options for a "normal" night in Beika Town:

A. Choose one suspect from three; B. The "hundreds of millions" of troubles of the Junior Detective Team; C. The Phantom Thief under the Moon; D. The Bomb Countdown.

Today's is at most option E, everyday.

After all, in Beika Town, plans are meant to be slapped in the face by Akai, Bayonetta, explosions, and murders in turn.

Ai-chan's ideal night: reading papers, drinking coffee, and petting kittens.

Reality Night: Forced to Become a Time Management Master (Black and White Version).

"The Strange Story of Beika Town": When Silver Bullet 007 meets the ever-changing movie queen in the closet.

What is Vermouth doing in the closet right now?

A. Hold your breath and listen carefully to the corner.

B. Take out your lipstick and touch up your makeup elegantly.

C. Open a package of "experimental snacks" and give a "secret agent-level" review of the taste.

D. Turn on the front camera of your phone and admire your breathtaking beauty.

What began as an ordinary walk home from school in the rain has escalated into a high-stakes, life-or-death masterclass in improvisation.

From "On the Way Home from School" to "Safe House of Death", the daily life of Beika Town is so simple and exciting.

Rain's Thousand Layers Routine: Belmod's last line, Akai's squatting, Aijiang's forced business.

Specially invited instructors for the Improvisational Performance Master Class: Vermouth (charming acting school), Akai Shuichi (cold and expressionless school), and student Haibara Ai (forced to be sharp-tongued to survive school).

How to seamlessly switch from campus life to a spy blockbuster in one episode

Haibara began to suspect that Vermouth was actually enjoying her role as co-star.

Or perhaps the word "doubt" should be removed. This woman is just short of eating sunflower seeds in the cupboard.

She loves it. The dark and domineering sister who enjoys watching the fun is the core charm of Sister Bayonetta.

Vermouth thinks she is the chief director and the only VIP rock zone audience member, and is admiring Shirley's "limited edition panic face" up close. It's so cool.

Huiyuan's suspicion: She definitely did it on purpose. This woman is playing a new kind of sister temptation.

My nemesis/dating seems to be having a lot of fun in my closet. Alas, the cat is puzzled.

In the small closet of the kitchen, Vermouth leaned on a bag of rice. The aloof, mysterious and elusive queen of movies was pulled into the human kitchen full of fireworks.

For Vermouth, did this smell of "home" also evoke some of her forgotten emotions?

The room was pitch black, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and a faint sweetness, like the jam with excessive sugar content that Professor Agasa had carefully hidden.

Objectively speaking, this is indeed an absurd and indecent scene.

However, Vermouth found herself enjoying it.

What is indecent is the scene, what is decent is my mood.

This kind of bad taste of "Although I am in a difficult situation, I am happy to see you panic" is simply an XP system exclusively for top predators.

This woman, even when analyzing herself, exudes an air of elegance and calmness, aloof from the world. #On the Professional Ethics of Actresses#

"Dignity" Vermouth ver: Wear haute couture for assassination, sit on a rice bag for eavesdropping - my style lies in the cute contrast.

#On the Source of Pleasure# The top predator, huddled in the closet and grinning foolishly, the progress bar of Bayonetta’s self-strategy is loading.

In her opinion, Shirley's panic was really funny.

The panic that washed over the usually composed face of this brilliant and talented young woman caused a crack in her icy composure.

The moment cracks appear on the face of this icy beauty, the sugar index of the person in control will skyrocket.

When an indestructible person reveals a vulnerable corner, the reality of that moment is so interesting to the observer.

Shirley's expression management: external cooling power -196°C, internal CPU overheating warning.

Today, first the little detective, a smaller version of Kudo Shinichi, Yukiko's son came over, and then Shirley easily performed a drama in front of Kudo.

Now... it's this gentle and handsome neighbor, Subaru Okiya. Tsk tsk tsk.

Shirley has so many secrets to protect that she can be called a walking secret USB flash drive in Beika Town.

In the darkness, Vermouth smiled.

She could hear Haibara's footsteps, heading towards the front door, and then opening it, her voice suppressed, barely maintaining politeness.

She could already see Huibara clenching her fists, straining her whole body to keep her voice from trembling. She felt a little distressed, but even more eager to see her expression. Vermouth felt that this was more interesting than any ancient treasure in the museum.

After all, the thousand-year-old treasure is dead, but Shirley is alive. She can panic, feel fear, get angry, and display endless, vibrant vitality.

For Vermouth, who has lived too long and seen too many tragedies and comedies in the world, this kind of vitality is interesting.

Bei Jie's taste has risen from the material level of jewelry and diamonds to the spiritual level of psychological games and observation of human nature. The pattern has been opened up. #The fun of high-level players#

The new height of Versailles: "What is a thousand-year-old treasure? My Shirley's frightened expression is the eternal Mona Lisa." - by Vermouth.

At this moment, Vermouth may be a connoisseur, appreciating a unique work of art called "Miyano Shiho (Mini Version)".

A new interpretation of art history: the Renaissance in Italy, the Baroque in France, and the aesthetics of Béai in the Beika-cho closet.

Then, Okiya Subaru's voice was also very polite, almost gentle.

However, this "gentle" voice, when relayed through Vermouth's ears, carried a layer of scrutiny and hostility. This was no longer simple eavesdropping; it was competitive analysis.

"On the Dramatic Tension of Ordinary Houses" Kitchen closet: Gothic stage; snacks: atmosphere props; expired jam: metaphorical jam of fate.

A philosophical moment. Heidegger's ecstasy, the existential gamble unfolding in the daily life of Beika Town.

Vermouth, hidden in the shadows, occupied the front row VIP seats, the kind that came with popcorn and 3D glasses.

She was curious to know what Shirley would do next.

The few hours of today's reunion proved that this girl had become more resilient and more...interesting than the adult version she had known before.

In the past, Shiho Miyano was just a cog in the organizational machine.

From "gear" to "interesting person", this is a huge leap in Vermouth's understanding of Shirley. She began to regard her as an independent individual worthy of exploration.

Just a glimpse, a spark, on that snowy night in New York.

However, today's little family drama revealed many hidden aspects of Shiho Miyano.

Shirley from the organization, scientist Shiho Miyano, elementary school student Ai Haibara... Through these daily "farces" today, Vermouth is piecing together a complete, multifaceted soul that fascinates her.

This kind of extreme possessiveness of "only I can see all your faces".

Freud's peeking out: From gunpoint to closet, from murderous intent to... domesticity? Bayley's empathy is quite something.

Interesting, Vermouth thought, leaning back comfortably on the rice bag as if she were on her own sofa.

This trip to Japan was really fruitful.

Gain: Refers to observing Shirley's frightened face up close, hearing her business voice, and successfully obtaining information about a potential rival.

#旅游促片の泥石流# A half-day trip to Beika Town: I got a copy of Scare Shirley, a love rival observation report, and... a lifetime membership card for the rice bag cushion.

Economist Possessed: Sister Bei’s Japan Trip ROI (Return on Investment): The emotional benefits far exceed the task costs, and it is recommended to hold Shirley shares for a long time.

She closed her eyes, giving her vision a break, and her hearing became extra sharp, listening with full concentration.

"Animal World" dialect: In Beika Town during the rainy season, a female leopard is holding her breath in the closet... (pointed at by Bayonetta) Okay, okay, I'll shut up.

She had a feeling the best part was yet to come. Thinking of Shirley's expression after the handsome neighbor left...

Montage alert. Bayley's little movie in her head: Shirley closes the door, turns around, and bumps into me. (Choking on her own thoughts) Ahem...

Q: What is Bayley's mental activity at this moment?

A) When I was tasting 1982 Lafite, I found a cute version of Shirley’s head printed on the bottom of the bottle.

B) Stealing the Mona Lisa from the Louvre only to find the person in the painting winking at him.

C) He carefully planned a bank robbery and ended up carrying back a bag of fairy tale books.

D) A ruthless assassin assessing the best sniping angle.

E) All of the above.

Friends who chose E. See you on the rooftop. Remember to bring your insulin. Next time, we'll be breaking down "Eighteen Ways to Confess Your Love with a Rice Bag" (bushi).