Chapter 69: What price did the domineering movie queen pay for falling in love with me?

Huiyuan's heart twitched, and countless images flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope.

Hey, hey, this is about organizational intelligence, not the Bei Zhichuan drama, okay? (But it's okay if you want to broadcast it, doge)

In Haibara's mind, memories are loading... The progress is stuck at 99% because some bathroom scenes and intense moonlit kissing scenes that cannot pass the review need to be censored first.

She thought, since Kudo knew Vermouth's identity, there was no need to hide it for her.

After all, in theory, Vermouth should be an enemy.

Huiyuan let out a long breath, her voice slightly tired: "Yes, Edogawa. I know her, Vermouth."

Translation: Yes, Mr. Detective, not only do I know her, I also acted with her in "Lily of the Valley". The big-screen version cannot pass the review. Do you need to see the member-only highlights?

"The Strange Story of the Winery" Extra Story: Shirley's Secret Photo Album.jpg.

The Black Organization's real business: a program to develop talented beautiful girls, a transnational lesbian matchmaking agency, and a VIP customer training base for the Tokyo Tower revolving restaurant.

"On Organizational Culture" is a required course: One Hundred Ways to Fall in Love with a Coworker. Gin cursed and stomped on the Porsche, declaring that his year-end bonus would be deducted from the couple's dating expenses.

"Since when have you two known each other?" He narrowed his eyes.

Shouldn't Conan be celebrating now? The Red Team finally has two protagonists, and the identity of a key member of the Black Team has been confirmed.

This is a big event worth celebrating with champagne in the 30-year Conan universe. After all, everyone on the red team has no mouth + Riddler.

But at this moment, Conan's gossip radar is fully turned on with many questions.

It’s time to use the classic beady-eyed emoji: “Ah, haha~ How did Onai-chan know that bad woman~” (Voice actor stalk wins big)

Perhaps this was just a business question? After all, Conan suspected Vermouth had taken a drug analogue. Then, on a second thought, perhaps Vermouth and Miyano Shiho met in the lab?

Haibara didn't respond for a moment. The memory of that night, the shame and desire that the eighteen-year-old Miyano Shiho couldn't tell anyone else, were like a tangled mess that made her feel uneasy. It was impossible to express it clearly in a few words.

In the mind of Huibara, who had missed the point, the special broadcast of "Detective Conan's Forbidden Love" continued: the moonlight is so beautiful, and Sister Bayonetta is so sweet.

This isn't just an old acquaintance; it's an old relationship that continues.

"What on earth does she want to do, Haibara?" Conan saw that she didn't answer, and became a little anxious. He changed the question, "Why did she come here suddenly?"

Good question. Consider interviewing Gin: You ride the Ferris wheel at the amusement park three times a week. You'd be missing out if you didn't get an annual pass.

Huibara glanced at him and said coldly, "How should I know, Edogawa-kun? She's definitely not here to rummage through boxes and drawers, looking for those old films of your mother's acting when she was young."

Haiyuan's precise strike.

Yukiko: Suddenly, I was shot in the knee with an arrow.

Conan was choked for a moment.

Ai Haibara turned around and continued fiddling with the experiment at hand, carefully adjusting the equipment. "However, knowing her identity doesn't mean trust, and being a fan doesn't mean the real owner is safe."

Haibara Ai, enters the Riddler mode again.

"Fans?" Conan caught the word keenly. After all, solving puzzles is the detective's professional field.

Huibara was startled, realizing she'd let something slip. The word she'd used was... too explicit. She could imagine the intricate gears in the detective's mind clicking together, trying to piece together the traces of that night she'd so carefully concealed... the unspeakable.

Really, I feel guilty. Kudo Shinichi's emotional intelligence and... adult knowledge are not that strong.

Fortunately, she used the word "fans" instead of "heartbeat". She twirled the words on the tip of her tongue before speaking, and didn't say the most real word.

"It's just theoretical," she quickly changed the subject. "Like that passionate detective in Osaka, they called her a vixen or something, that kind of attraction between stars and their fans."

Heiji: A pot falls from the sky while you're at home. And Kazuha's 40-meter-long sword is on its way.

"Oh." Conan narrowed his eyes. "So, this theoretical appeal to fans bothers you because...?"

Feeling troubled, causing trouble, is a very Japanese way of expressing it. It's quite subtle. After all, his antidote depends on Haibara.

The ultimate question for straight men: Is a heartbeat a physical attack or magical damage? Washing Machine students, you might consider buying "Five Years of Love and Three Years of Simulation" for tutoring.

Huibara, didn't have time to come up with a perfect excuse.

She feigned composure, but her voice was slightly strained. "Nothing particularly troubling me. It's just... I need some time to think things through within the organization."

Translation: The high-definition, uncensored version of the special episode of "Forbidden Game" "The Temptation of Vermouth" is playing in my mind on a loop, a small theater.

Conan was silent for a few seconds, a thoughtful look flashing across his glasses. Finally, he nodded, turned around, and prepared to go upstairs alone.

At this moment, a soft buzzing sound was heard. It was Huibara's cell phone that was placed on the corner of the table vibrating.

She lowered her eyes and turned on the screen. It was an unfamiliar number:

"Sherry, remember those midnight conversations we had? Tonight, look out the window of your lab. Isn't this night beautiful?"

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, straight ball.

However, Haibara's brows tightened instantly, and this micro-expression caught Conan's eyes.

The young detective noticed that the color had completely drained from her face, and asked worriedly, "Habara?"

She didn't say anything, just handed the phone to him.

"The midnight conversation" was seen by Kudo, is he a real man?

Conan only glanced at the content, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

He rushed to the window. Outside, the snow continued to fall. The streets of the Beika 2-chome residential area were deserted at night, the light from the street lamps falling on the snow-covered road.

A new black business sedan with streamlined lines drove away quietly and was about to disappear around the corner.

"That car..." Huiyuan's voice was vague. "Just now, it was around the corner from the doctor's house. Hey, maybe it's right behind us."

"We have to be careful." Conan's eyes were sharp, and he flashed his glasses. He took out his cell phone, flipped through it a few times, and his thumb was hovering above the call button on the phone screen. "I will contact Teacher Judy immediately..."

"Straight Man's Emergency Escape Guide" Point 1: When in doubt, give priority to contacting the blonde FBI agent who lives far away in a luxury apartment in Tokyo, rather than the FBI cousin next door. Hmm, very scientific.

About the Perpetual Elementary School Student Who Can Always Summon the FBI

"Wait." She hurriedly spoke to stop Conan, but as soon as she said that, she realized that her reaction was too quick.

Conan stared at her, puzzled.

Haibara, her breath calming, spoke clearly, "Let's be patient. Ultimately, those who can control their lives are those with stable emotions. Kudo-kun, you've heard of the 'Wild Horse Effect,' right?"

With a rich knowledge base like Conan, he would naturally know.

Then, at this critical moment, he narrowed his eyes, sharpening his gaze behind his lenses, and began to talk. "Yes, of course I know. Wild horses on the African grasslands, bitten by vampire bats, fled in panic, and eventually collapsed and died from exhaustion. But according to zoologists, the amount of blood the bats sucked was negligible. What really took their lives was their overreaction to the bite, the uncontrollable fear."

Kudo Shinichi's encyclopedia, fully opened.

He adjusted his glasses, paused briefly, and added a psychological note: "What really kills wild horses is never the fangs of vampire bats, but their own uncontrolled and raging hearts." Psychologists call this the "Wild Horse Effect," right?

The last three words were said in a smug tone, flashing the lenses.

In the past, for a thousand episodes, the show was not in a hurry to catch the murderer at the crime scene, but instead used long segments of reasoning to show off its coolness, which was very satisfying.

Well, it’s part of Conan’s daily life, and Haibara is used to it.

Haibara: "So, Kudo-kun, doesn't this 'Wild Horse Effect' apply right now? The key isn't to contact the FBI immediately, but whether our emotional response can cause more harm than the problem itself. Think about it, it's just a car, and we don't know whose it belongs to. If we let negative emotions overwhelm us and switch into 'fight or flight' mode, cortisol and adrenaline will surge. In the short term, this can be considered self-protection. But if we let our emotions lead us for a long time, our judgment will become dulled and it may even trigger a chronic mental illness."

The scientist's lengthy speech suddenly translated into the stubborn disease in his heart: a certain blonde and blue-eyed Hollywood enchantress.

Haibara may have also been infected by Conan's skill of dropping a schoolbag, and he also gave her some biological terms from his old profession.

Conan frowned slightly, his fingertips resting on his chin, his glasses reflecting the light, and he fell into a brief classic silence.

Her words really woke him up. It was just a car, wasn't it too much of a stretch?

Huiyuan changed the subject slightly, saying casually, "First of all, just based on that black car, we can't conclude it's the organization. The appearance of a black commercial vehicle like that in Beika-cho 2-chome, where the doctor and your family live, isn't too unusual, right?"

Conan hummed.

She sighed softly. "As for the text message... maybe it was just a feint. After all, she and you are quite similar in some ways, both of us love to be mysterious. And even if it really is her, we don't have enough information right now, so this isn't the time to come clean. We should... wait and see what happens. Let's see what she has up her sleeve."

"What other tricks can she pull?" Conan's voice suddenly rose, and his expression was like, "Are you kidding me?"

"Haibara, we're talking about Vermouth now! That woman has never been an easy person to deal with!"

"The Detective's Unrequited Love" is currently showing.

She's not just fuel-efficient; she's a walking Gotham City power station, every watt a deadly voltage. She's a succubus who hasn't even turned on power-saving mode.

At this moment, Sister Bei might be shaking her red wine glass on a high-rise building 800 meters away: "Ah, Shirley's thoughts are being received~"

"Do I need you to tell me that?" Haibara quickly replied, and as soon as she said it, she regretted her slip of the tongue. This seemed to reveal that she was very familiar with Vermouth.

"About the incident where the scientific research maniac suddenly turned into a furry cat" Ai's defense mechanism failed to activate, and Bei Jie's charm buff continues to take effect remotely.

But in fact, Conan was figuring out Vermouth's intentions, and his brain CPU was busy calculating, so he didn't hear it at all.

She was guilty of her crime.

After all, Kudo saw the four words "midnight talk" in the text message just now. Is he a real man?

Or maybe Conan is so focused on the main plot that he thinks it's okay for girls to talk to each other late at night? For example, he might spend the night with Ye and Xiaolan. (Notebook should be included here. Jpg)

In an instant, Haibara's mind had turned 180 degrees, and she finally decided that she should explain things clearly to Conan, and then take it slowly, and stop being riddlers to each other.

Of course, there are many things she cannot tell Conan, but it is better to make it clear about the matter of Vermouth to avoid misunderstandings, especially since it involves Conan's beloved mother, Yukiko Kudo.

Anyway, it was just a one-night judgment error by 18-year-old Miyano Shiho.

Huiyuan took a deep breath to make her voice sound calmer: "There are some things...some things in the past that you don't know about. That's the entanglement between her and me."

"Shock. The inventor of APTX4869 and the organization's actress have to tell their past." This episode is called "Ex-Girlfriend Literature: From Beginner to Master." #Highenergy ahead. #Yuri Ex-Girlfriend Literature Warning. #"New York Love Story" is about to begin.

Conan's expression turned worried: "What's the past between you two?"

Huibara turned around and faced the microscope, slowly fiddling with her fingers, as if this familiar movement could calm her down. "That was in New York, before... we were desperate. We... once had an intersection."

Microscope: Are you polite? Am I part of your play now? Consider changing the name to "Scientific Research Girl's Panic Regulator"

Laboratory: You have successfully changed the subject.jpg The stubbornness of a scientific researcher: using laboratory equipment to cover up blushing.

"An intersection?" Conan repeated word by word, a flicker of understanding flashing across his glasses. "You mean..."

Conan's interpretation?

Option A: "Straight Men's Strange Sentence Piece-Up Method" Kudo Shinichi's understanding: They must have put together a limited edition Kamen Rider puzzle in New York overnight.

Option B: At this moment, eight hundred classic scenes from the novel "The Domineering Movie Queen Falls in Love with Me" from a certain literature city flashed through Conan's mind.

"Hmm." Her small fingers absentmindedly adjusted the focus of the microscope, feeling the pleasant damping. "Details are just passing clouds, nothing much to say."

Her toughness is comparable to that of a Kugimiya-style heroine. She needs to adjust the microscope to a heart shape to focus.

Memories of "That Time I Pinned the Villain Queen to the Lab Bench" are assaulting me. Microscope: You're so high-minded, you're treating me like a mosaic.

But despite saying this, she knew in her heart that she was just deceiving herself. She had spent a lot of time understanding and categorizing the meaning of that experience, sealing it in her rigorous scientific thinking.

But there are some things that cannot be analyzed or ignored, especially after Vermouth came to see her yesterday.

Ai-chan's thesis topic has been chosen: "On the Practical Application of Emotional Entanglement in the Villain Queen's Transformation into a Lover." Consider subtitled "On the Enhanced Effect of the Movie Queen's Kiss on Memory."

Huiyuan Tsundere's Little Theater in My Head: This is not love, it's the suspension bridge effect (replaying constantly)

"Does she know about the medicine?" Conan asked, the detective's mind running wild as he calculated the connections.

Kudo's CPU is overclocked. Inference engine overheating warning. Ding dong, your "EQ Offline Mode" has been activated.

"Kudo, she knows everything. From the very beginning, she saw it clearly, and no clues could be hidden from her." Huibara sighed, "This is the most chilling thing about her. So..."

"About Those Years When the Script Team's Big Brother Launched a Dimensionality Attack" from Sister Bei's perspective: Thanks for the invitation. I'm at the winery, just got out of my Lamborghini, and am using an 800x telescope to follow the updates of "Shirley's Development Diary".

"So, you are very afraid of her now, right?" Conan sighed.

Your friend "Topic Terminator" is online.

Gray's inner thoughts: Was I afraid? I was... a tactical retreat, understand?

Huiyuan remained silent. The phone rang again.

She swiped her small finger across the screen of her phone and clicked on another text message. A line of obscure text, mostly written in Chinese characters, jumped into her eyes:

"The house is quiet and cold, but if you come, the scenery will be all around you, which is better than a small corner of rice flowers."

Bei Jie, we're just asking if you can talk properly when texting? Riddler, get out of here! (Throws phone)

And Bayley is a genuine foreigner! Is this text message in Classical Japanese a subscription to the "Riddler Exclusive Package"? Consider sending something like the ancient KGB code, which would be even more captivating.

Translated into adult language: My bed is quite big, do you want to play a script-killing game? Included is a coupon for the Black Organization version of "Fifty Shades of Grey".

The logic is quite correct. Many places are much safer than Mihuayiyu.

With an IQ of 180, Huiyuan read through ten different replies and chose the most straightforward and simple one.

She quickly wrote a short message: "Meet me outside tomorrow night. I have something to tell you."

After all, the most important thing at this stage is to collect intelligence, so it is better to talk things over face to face.

Of course, she declined Vermouth's offer of "above".

You can't sacrifice yourself just for some information.

Although I had already participated in it in New York, it was different. At that time, Miyano Shiho... well, she was also very willing, and even secretly pushed for it.

Her fingertips hovered over the "Send" button and paused. She hesitated for a moment, then bit her lower lip slightly and pressed it resolutely.

You can consider changing the name to "The Temptation of the Send Button". This is not sending a text message, it is clearly throwing a depth bomb into Sister Bayonetta's fish pond.

The elective course "On How to Flirt Using the Nine-square Input Method" has 3 credits and can be considered for direct admission to the winery's School of Arts.

Almost immediately, three small dots popped up on the screen, indicating that the other party was typing.

The Black Organization is using 5G to surf the internet. Where are the mysterious villains supposed to be sending Morse code in the mountains?

Maybe Vermouth's organization's annual KPI is different: murder, arson, invention, and replying to flirtatious text messages within 24 hours (I'm sure)

Haibara and Conan stared at the screen together, holding their breath, waiting for the unknown reply.

An instant reply from the Hollywood enchantress.

A moment later, a text message arrived as expected: "Think twice, Shirley. Some invitations, once you accept them, there's no turning back."

Translation: Are you sure you want to date me? I'm a sister, but I'm really good at flirting.jpg

A chill rose up along Huiyuan's back. She could even imagine the expression on Vermouth's face when she said this...

It has been scientifically proven that the fatal temptation of the royal sister can trigger an electric reaction in the human spine, which is referred to as... Sister Bei's biomagnetic field attack.

That woman, whenever she speaks with hidden meanings and hints, always looks like this, a real, dangerous and charming villain. (Voice actor stalk online)

She is worthy of being the winery’s number one fishing queen.

"This," Conan scratched his head irritably, "You agreed so quickly, is there a trick..."

"I'm not naive," Huibara interrupted him. "I'm just collecting clues. Isn't that what a detective does?"

"About the Matter of Me Gathering Evidence of Organizational Crimes by Flirting" could be renamed "Love Clues"

But isn't Huiyuan a science girl? How did she become a detective?

On weekdays, she was taken to the crime scene every few days, and she never claimed to be a detective.

"On How to Beautify Online Dating into a Criminal Investigation Tool" You can consider applying for the Metropolitan Police Department's new case-handling techniques.

Another text message arrived: "Sweet dreams, my little scientist. See you tomorrow."

Danger, the gray field is in mourning. But the situation is very good. (Awards speech for the Mao Dun Literature Prize)

Ding Dong, your friend, the Thousand Faces Film Queen, has joined the luxury package of "Sister's Temptation". You can consider sending the hotel location directly.

Huibara slowly closed her eyes, and memories of another night and another life came flooding back.

The nostalgia here automatically loads a 4K mix of "Carol"-style eye contact.

When I opened my eyes again, they were clear.

Scientists’ enlightenment: You can fall in love, but the progress bar for the APTX4869 antidote must be filled to the maximum.

"Kudo," she said calmly, "this time, you have to trust me."

Translation: Don't stop me, I'm going to have a fight with a dangerous lover. Remember to prepare the anesthetic needle and football belt as a fee.

"Fighting" is a cover, "date" is the real thing.

Conan looked deeply at Huibara and said worriedly, "Just... be careful about everything. If there's any sign of trouble, tell me immediately. After all, with her past with you... if it were me, I don't know how I would treat the person who made me small."

……ha?

Haiyuan's CPU overload.gif

Oh, Qiaodou Madai, washing machine, you must have misunderstood something...

He didn't misunderstand the "point" thing, he misunderstood the "billion points" thing. He got it wrong based on the type of case. This is the difference between criminal investigation and romance!

At this moment, Ai’s inner comment: Kudo, has your reasoning ability been eaten by a dog? ? ?

How to Kill the Desire to Confess with One Sentence by Kudo Shinichi

Here it comes, the classic detective routine: logical reasoning based on existing clues, and then drawing outrageous emotional conclusions.

This is a typical cognitive bias, specifically the actor-observer bias. As the one who was "shrunk," Conan can only act according to his own revenge scenario, never considering that the person he's observing (Habara) might be acting according to a love scenario.

Washing machine, promise Mina-san that you will watch less of the 8 o'clock sad revenge dramas and more of the Jinjiang Lily District, okay?

He even "looked deeply", which was an attempt to establish an empathy field through non-verbal communication (non-verbal munication). However, due to the huge information gap between the two sides, this empathy field collapsed from the beginning.

The ants passing by were amused by Kudo's clear stupidity.

Pupil earthquake! The straight male filter of the detective is thicker than the snow in Beika Town!

The Man Who Shrank Me——Kudo Shinichi, a Walking Literary Spokesperson for APTX4869 Victims

Translation: What you see as laboratory bullying is actually the forbidden fireworks of mature sister and loli, Kudo-san!

How come the famous detective Kudo Shinichi always makes serious misjudgments when it comes to relationships? Last time it was Ran, this time it's Haibara. Is there a "law of inevitable mistakes in relationship cases"?

The strange metaphor of the washing machine: Hollywood's thousand-faced witch = Frankenstein, this wave is a cross-dimensional stigmatization (tactical retreat)

It is recommended to watch the movie version of "The Temptation of Vermouth" to make up for the lessons (not)

Conan: I thought I was the protagonist, solving a shocking crime. Reality: I was just a smokescreen for two female bosses to fall in love.

There is only one truth: you have mistakenly entered the undercurrent battlefield of Jizai!

"On How Straight Men Accurately Avoid All Correct Answers" - TOP 1 of the Beika Town Confusing Behavior Awards.

The Red Side's IQ Highland has now become a fence in a lily field (sad)

"The one who made me smaller" or something? Are you treating a Hollywood actress like Frankenstein? It's just a play for fun, right? (No)

Shinichi Kudo, a man who interprets "Fifty Shades of Grey" with the "Criminal Law".

Huiyuan: "What became smaller?"

This rhetorical question is absolutely amazing. His face is full of innocence and his head is full of question marks.

This rhetorical question is full of alienation and deconstructionism, and it dispels the heavy atmosphere that has just been established in one sentence.

She even forgot about it, her mind was full of "the little things between her and me", and Conan suddenly talked to her about "becoming smaller", the channels were completely inconsistent.

Huiyuan: We're not talking about the same server, are we? You're talking about the Black Organization on the Chinese server, and I'm talking about the emotional entanglements on the US server.

About My Partner Thought I Was Doing Human Experiments, But I Was Actually Having an Affair

Conan also started to speak directly and said softly: "Your intersection with her in the organization should be that she was your experimental subject?"

It's straight, but not completely straight.

The steering wheel was turned very well. Don’t do it next time, or you will drive directly into the ditch.

Kudo Shinichi won this year's "Most Outrageous Guess Award"!

At this moment, we must order a song "Courage" by Fish Leong for Kudo. Who gave you the courage to make such outrageous inferences!

A straight ball? It's a straight man's cosmic curveball! (Slams his head) This is a curveball that's headed straight into the Mariana Trench.

Lie Detector: 100% accurate, except for the love line (lighting candle)

Lacan’s mirror theory in practice: Kudo only sees his own traumatic projection in Haibara’s words.

Experimental subject? Did they translate "lover" wrongly?!

Kudo Shinichi, which of the following "objects" is correct? A. Experimental subject B. Tracking subject C. Suspected subject D. Romantic partner (Free points, everyone!)

The truth: The entry for "object" in Kudo's dictionary lacks a romantic meaning.

Ai: Do you need me to teach you how to learn "lover" (koibito) again from the kana?

The object is an object, but not the kind of object you think it is. Rather, it is... "the kind of object in a romantic relationship".

I can already imagine Ai-chan's expression of being petrified, speechless, and wanting to roll her eyes when she heard the word "experimental subject." The image is so vivid.

Urgent! How do I explain yuri aesthetics to a straight man? Waiting online!

Haibara sighed. She had just made up her mind to compare watches with Kudo, or at least verify their information about Vermouth, but she was interrupted by a text message. How could it be understood like this?

This sigh contained the despair of "How could I be teammates with such a stupid detective?"

Haibara: I just finished preparing myself mentally and mustered up the greatest courage of my life to make a high-risk self-disclosure. I wanted to tell you about me and her, even at the huge risk of being teased and mocked by you for the next few months. But your words blocked all my emotions.

I really need to thank you. What was originally a "top-secret information exchange between allies" was forcibly turned into a "Stupid Detective's Baga Baga Love Comedy Theater" by Kudo.

"On How Information Gap Catalyzes Social Death" - A Critique of Beika Town Communication Technology.

"You'll tease me all over the next few months" - Given Kudo's personality, if he knew the truth, he would definitely turn into a humanoid self-propelled bullet-screen machine, saying "yooooo~" next to Ai every day.

She predicted Kudo's prediction, but she didn't expect Kudo's train of thought to be so unique.

The girl is on the verge of confession.jpg

Sorrowful Courage: All the unused credits from my defection from the organization are now spent here.

Kudo's passive skill: 100% triggering of the spiral of silence of best friend's confession!

The text message interrupted the conversation, but it was actually fate (literary sense is full, the red side continues to riddle people)

The red side continues with the riddle, the black side continues with the romance, and the world where only Kudo Shinichi is hurt is achieved hahahahahahahaha!

Protect! We must protect this beautiful misunderstanding! Please keep Kudo guessing and see what else he can come up with!

"About the time I traveled thousands of miles to borrow the courage from a certain singer in Southeast Asia and was forced to come out, but he thought I was talking about science" (slamming my head on the table) What a cosmic misconception! !

But at this moment, she didn't have the extra brainpower to explain. Perhaps, there was no need to tell Kudo about her and Vermouth's insignificant...little romantic affair.

Just... a "little romantic affair"?!?

Although Huiyuan said it was a small story, she must have written a 30,000-word longfic in her heart!

A Story You Must Tell in Beika Town: Your Mother and I Are Rivals in Love

Attributes revealed: calm and rational on the surface, but actually a drama is going on inside, a typical "mouth-hatred but body-righteous" type of bottom.

Conan, the master of emotional misjudgment, saw that Haibara looked tired, so he gave her a few more instructions, and then his small figure disappeared at the door of the laboratory.

Kudo: You're all in love, and I'm the only one saving the world. Let's go back and see Xiaolan.

Haibara: You don't understand. The real danger is not the Black Organization, but the heartbeat.

Ai-chan's duplicity index: MAX.

Beijie's dangerous attraction: has broken through the APTX4869 toxicity curve.

Conan's steel straight man concentration: can refine the dragon-slaying sword.

Q: What kind of “little romantic affair” happened between Vermouth and Haibara?

A. Late at night in the lab, they accidentally shared a room, and the result was... their lips touched.

B. Vermouth saved Haibara once, and the price was "You owe me a kiss."

C. Dream school, the experiment failed and caused hallucinations, and Huibara called her name in the dream.

D. They didn’t do anything, but their eyes had already stripped each other naked.

Tonight, it is still the classic operation of the famous detective: the IQ is 280 when investigating the case, and the emotional line is directly negative.

Look at Belair, also in New York, 18-year-old Miyano Shiho directly hit home plate. After all, it is the adult group.

Now that the pressure is on Dr. Agasa, he might consider installing a neon sign that says "Please Stay Away, Lily" on the door of Haibara's laboratory.

Ai Huihara slowly turned around and faced the cold microscope again. However, her heart had already flown far away.

Scientists ultimately succumb to the emotional entanglements outside the microscope. They look at cells under the microscope on one side, and nurture romance in their hearts on the other.

The first rule of "The Black Organization's Love Guide": Taking APTX4869 may make you smaller, but drinking Vermouth's wine will definitely turn you into a love-brained person.

Huiyuan Ai should sing at this moment: "Listen to me, thank you, because of you, scientific research progress has returned to zero."

Outside the window, the night is as dark as ink and snow is falling.

In a secret corner of Tokyo, a dangerous blonde woman is facing the screen of her mobile phone, her lips curled up in a charming curve like a classic Hollywood style, and she is tapping her fingertips, planning her next move.

With that light tap of her fingertips, could Vermouth be ordering a silver collar? (She's getting a cat! Don't get the wrong idea!)

The fate of this game was foreshadowed nearly a year ago in a room in New York when Shiho and Chris hit home runs one after another.

Q: What is displayed on Vermouth’s phone screen right now?

A. Tonight's Hit List;

B. New products from Ginza's top luxury jewelry store;

C. Lace eye mask in the shopping cart;

D. Beika Town is positioned as a high-end Japanese restaurant.

In Mihua's spacious laboratory, only Huibara was left.

She took a deep breath and tried to look through the microscope, but it seemed as if the cells on the slide were collectively wearing pink suits and dancing a waltz.

Slide staining is a basic biological operation to facilitate cell observation, but seeing pink bubbles of love is just a matter of what you think and what you see.

"It's just an ordinary chemical reaction," she told herself over and over again, "a product catalyzed by reagents. That's all."

However, the memory of Vermouth quietly emerged in my mind.

At that moment, Huiyuan felt that he had clearly grasped the emotion that flashed across Vermouth's eyes. It was...

"I have to find out." Determined, Huiyuan reached out and took out a purple capsule from the drawer. Then she locked it.

Yes, such important medicine must be kept under lock and key, including the beta version of the antidote for drug A. Otherwise, who knows if Conan will sneak in and get it? (The detective's stealing can't be called stealing; there are five different ways to write fennel beans in Japanese: bushi)

The only purpose is to grow up and see Xiaolan.

However, the stability and side effects of the test version of the antidote for drug A cannot be determined at present. After living in Mika for a long time, Huibara, who has become more and more afraid of death, does not use it herself.

When she was in the organization, she swallowed the drug, thinking that it would be over once and for all, and she didn't expect that she would become smaller. Anyway, she had no relatives in this world.

Now, seeing the happiness of her childhood with Mihua and the three little ones, especially under the influence of Ayumi, she increasingly feels that she needs to live well, to avenge her parents and sister, and to seek justice.

Compared with the blood feud with relatives, this matter with Vermouth, no matter what it is, is just an episode, or even a step in the process of revenge, a means, a factor that can be utilized.

That night in New York, Bayley worked so hard to hit a home run and suddenly felt a chill of being used.

Huibara's short legs sauntered to the window, gazing out into the darkness. Snow fell slowly beneath the street lights.

"Vermouth..." She whispered the name, savoring the rich feeling of it rolling across her tongue.

Was that woman's attitude yesterday just a carefully planned game? Or was it...

The little fingertips unconsciously traced the lip line, and the look from Vermouth yesterday once again appeared in her mind.

That kind of look...where had she seen it before?

Oh, yes. I've seen it in "Night Lily".

This thought exploded like a thunderbolt, shocking her heart.

"You're kidding." She shook her head, denying the speculation. "It's impossible."

However, the mind with an IQ of 180 is stubbornly weaving all the clues into a web.

Vermouth's recent actions, her sudden appearance, the hidden meaning in her words, her meaningful gaze...

Memories flooded back. In Manhattan, the warm coffee handed to her in the morning, the gentle words; on the ancient roads of Kyoto, Chris quietly approached from behind her, and the whispered "What a coincidence" whispered in her ear, with a faint warmth; and that rainy night in Italy, staring at her thoughtful face from behind the car window...

"Ridiculous." Huibara whispered.

But no matter what it is, you have to write it down. This is the basic quality of a science girl.

She hurried back to the lab bench and opened her notebook. Her pen scratched as Japanese and English characters fell across the page, pouring out the endless possibilities coursing through her mind, outlining every possible path forward.

"What is it?" The pen was suspended above the paper, about to fall but not yet.

She has an extremely high IQ and is proficient in various languages, but she can't find a precise word.

Outside the window, two strong beams of light from car lights suddenly tore through the night sky, and the beams swept across the high windows of the laboratory.

Huiyuan's head shot up, her heart pounding. This light... a Porsche 356A?!

She rushed to the window and looked outside.

On a snowy night, the streets were shrouded in darkness, quiet and deserted. Only the wind from Siberia, wrapped in snow, brought a rustling sound.

"Well, maybe I'm overthinking it." Huibara curled her lips, her voice weak.

He lowered his eyes to look at the notes in his hand. The pages were densely packed with observations and inferences about the blonde woman.

Huihara turned off the lights in the laboratory and walked towards the bedroom.

She had a premonition that in her dreams tonight, she would definitely see those deep blue-green eyes, those alluring red lips, and that... Hollywood-level beautiful smile that was tinged with danger.

And in dreams, in the simulated world, perhaps she can find the answers she wants.

On a snowy night, the soft snow outside the window fell slowly like a thin, cold veil.

In the bedroom, only the light was willing to accompany her through the night.

Huiyuan sat on the bed. The clock on the wall was ticking. The sound was infinitely amplified in the silence.

A cat's meow came from outside the window, and Huiyuan trembled slightly. The cat's voice reminded her of that woman... Vermouth. She shook her head, driving the thought out of her mind. Now was not the time to think about her.

A purple capsule lay quietly on the bedside table...the Key of Logos.

She picked up the capsule and examined it under the light. The mysterious purple color seemed to hold a secret.

The ancient Greeks used "logos" to refer to agency and origin, but she used it to pry open the door to dreams.

Logos Key. The name was a bit pretentious, and she herself found it funny, but she also liked this contradiction...

On the one hand, she is a genius pharmacist in the Black Organization who is forced to bear the code name "Shirley". On the other hand, she is a bookworm who is obsessed with ancient Greek philosophy.

"Logos" is Aristotle's concept of the "origin of all things."

Their school of thought believes that the origin of all things is rationality, logic, and order, not chaos.

Every time Huiyuan reads this passage, she feels that she has a sympathetic connection with those philosophers from more than two thousand years ago...

In fact, humans still want to find a set of rules for this chaotic world, even if this set of rules is hidden in the deepest and most secret neurons of the brain.

She liked the name. The key to reason, a passport to the deep sea of ​​consciousness.

It's not an antidote, it's not a poison, it's a key.

Keys mean doors, and doors mean the path to unknown possibilities.

She walked to the desk and opened her notebook, which was densely filled with experimental data.

The effect of this pill goes far beyond simply "raising IQ." It can simulate infinite possibilities, creating countless parallel worlds in dreams based on the user's knowledge, experience, and IQ.

Those worlds may be absurd or real, but they always bring unexpected inspiration.

"Inspiration..." Huibara's fingers paused on the notebook, "Do I really need this? Or do I just want to escape reality?"

Today was a little different. Between solving a case and playing snowballs, she felt a little tired.

But her brain seemed to be restless.

Humans utilize only 10 percent of their brain at best.

During the day, follow the rules and obey reason;

At night, dreams bypass the censorship mechanism and automatically dig out those hidden fragments of knowledge.

Some connections that, for various reasons, we dare not imagine when we are awake, and those intuitions that are suppressed by reason, are all quietly calculated in the subconscious.

What she cares about is what is hidden in the "90% of the brain that has never been used."

If only 10% of an IQ of 180 is used to create Drug A, then if the remaining 90% is used...

Will it break through the limitations of this three-dimensional world?

What I learned during the day feels like scattered pearls, fragmented and disorganized. But in dreams, my brain spontaneously connects the dots... proactively establishing connections and deducing patterns that were previously invisible. It's like finding a more easily pieced-together pattern behind a jumbled jigsaw puzzle, and suddenly everything becomes clear.

This medicine can also unearth repressed memories.

There are some things that we think we have forgotten, but in fact they have always existed, just buried deep beneath our consciousness.

Dreams will awaken that part of the memory.

The most important thing is to simulate infinite possibilities based on knowledge and subconscious memory.

Dreams are simulated experimental fields. Huiyuan can simulate various experimental conditions that are impossible to reproduce in reality... and deduce various hypotheses without worrying about the cost, risk, and interpersonal limitations of real-life experiments.

For example, the embarrassment she felt after Conan caught her doing something with a Hollywood beauty.

Because after waking up, everything is reset to zero.

Huiyuan has studied all the smart drugs and cognitive enhancers on the market. They simply increase the secretion of dopamine and adrenaline, and forcibly awaken the dormant neurons in the cerebral cortex... But she is not satisfied with this. What she wants is not an increase in "quantity", but a breakthrough in "quality".

"Humans are so insignificant," she thought to herself, gently turning the capsule between her fingers. "We think we're so smart, but in reality, we're only utilizing a pitiful 5 to 10 percent of our cerebral cortex's resources."

The image of the scientist Alan Turing emerged in her mind... Wasn't the originator of the "halting problem" talking about the same thing? No matter how powerful an algorithm is, it will have its limits because it is locked in by the rules it defines.

But humans are different. The human brain is wetware, a messy system full of noise, confusion, contradictions, emotions, and intuition.

During the day, these noises are suppressed and everyone has to pretend to be very logical, but they don’t know that the most creative answers are often hidden in the “noises”.

And the key to her logos is to liberate these noises.

During the REM sleep stage, the brain no longer cares about logic or illogicality, and begins to explore new things frantically. Neurons discharge randomly, and memory fragments that are originally unrelated are randomly pieced together. The hippocampus seems to be turned on... At this time, the utilization rate of the human brain is actually the highest.

Those great scientists and artists probably all knew this. Mendeleev came up with the periodic table in a dream, and Kekulé figured out the structure of the benzene ring after dreaming of a snake biting its tail. These people didn't "think" about their ideas; they dreamed them, achieving enlightenment in their dreams.

What Huibara did was to use drugs to simulate and even amplify this enlightenment process.

It's like playing a simulator game with the highest authority. The person taking the drug is the protagonist of the game, the brain is the server, and the Key of Logos is the administrator's authority.

Most people think that smart people are great because they can solve existing problems, but Huihara knows that the truly great people are those who can see possibilities that don't exist.

Newton's greatness does not lie in the fact that he solved the three laws of motion, but in the fact that he was the first to ask the seemingly stupid question, "Why does an apple fall to the ground?"

Break up all the information, rearrange it... Every time she eats the Key of Logos, she can see several different branches.

These branches unfolded like a maze in her dreams, and each path was a parallel universe. All she had to do was write down those forks in the road and the road map when she woke up.

Lab notes or something.

During the day, the brain is bound by various rules, prejudices, and habitual thinking, and people only use a tiny part of its potential.

It's like a huge library, containing all the knowledge from ancient times to the present, but people are only willing to stay in the lobby and flip through a few easy-to-read bestsellers.

But in dreams, especially dreams guided by the Key of Logos, the supervisor is off work, and the brain can revel without restraint.

They start to make rambling associations, piecing together all the books they have read, things they have done, and stories they have heard since childhood like a puzzle, and the rationality of this puzzle is proportional to their IQ.

This is the essence of the "Key of Logos".

Huibara opened her eyes and looked at the purple capsule in her palm again.

simulation.

Based on what?

Based on the user's own knowledge reserves, memory bank, thinking patterns, and...IQ level.

Yes, IQ. This cold, hard indicator plays a decisive role.

The higher the user's IQ, the larger their knowledge base, and the more meticulous their thinking, the closer to reality and the more predictive the "possibilities" simulated by the Logos Key in their dreams will be...

On the contrary, if a person with little knowledge and simple thinking takes it...

I'll probably just have a bizarre and illogical nightmare.

Huibara tilted her clever little head and slightly raised the corners of her beautiful lips.

This medicine is fair. It only gives back to those who deserve it.

After all, it was her who developed the medicine. She had a strong sense of elitism, looking down on the world.

From this perspective, she and detectives like Conan, Hattori, and Sera, who like to stay at the crime scene and not solve the case and go home quickly, but insist on being mysterious and pretending to be a riddle teller to look cool, actually have the same goal.

To put it bluntly, I am just quite proud of my advantages in my professional field.

And that Black Organization killer who didn't just kill the enemy with one shot and efficiently resolved the situation, but instead had to add drama...

Huiyuan closed her eyes. The image of the blonde woman immediately came to mind...those elegant blue eyes, those always perfect red lips, and the alluring voice she whispered every time.

"If she knew I developed this drug, what would she think?" Huiyuan asked herself, "She would probably say, 'What a remarkable little scientist!' and then look at me with that chilling look."

Huihara shook her head, trying to get rid of the image of the woman in her mind.

Tonight, she should focus on the task at hand.

For her, this medicine made from rice and sorghum and based on active enzymes is undoubtedly a culmination of biology from ancient times to the present.

She knows her own worth and her own abilities. The organization didn't invest so much money in training her in vain.

As the daughter of the Miyano family, Akemi did not receive such training from the organization. Karasuma Renya, or Boss, is very shrewd.

"What kind of game will be simulated tonight?" Curiosity climbed into my heart.

Huiyuan stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the world of falling snow was shrouded in the darkness of night.

Her small reflection, reflected in the glass, blended into the darkness.

In her dreams, she would become another version of herself, perhaps more real, perhaps more cruel.

She once dreamed that she killed Gin with her own hands.

In her dream, she felt no hesitation, no fear, not even any pleasure. Only an extremely cold calmness.

After waking up, her hands were shaking.

But she wasn't trembling because of murder, but because she discovered Gin's flaw in her dream...

A detail that she couldn't figure out during the day, she understood from the perspective of a "murderer" in her dream.

She realized at that moment that this capsule brought more than just "possibility."

It's a simulation.

Simulating a universe where "what if I were not me" made her excited and scared.

What would she think if she were Vermouth?

In the real world, that woman already had a rather playful attitude towards life.

If I really entered a dream where I unlocked a higher level of intelligence, a game without consequences...

Thinking of this, her hands trembled and she almost dropped the medicine on the ground.

"Vermouth..."

A dangerous and beautiful variable.

A man who always appears in her dreams.

One that she couldn't explain logically.

She had tried to control herself in her dreams, not to think of her, not to let her appear and disturb the main quest. But the more she suppressed it, the clearer Vermouth's face became.

She would sit by her bed and stare at her with those ever-smiling Hollywood enchantress eyes and say:

"My dear little scientist, are you afraid of dreaming about me?"

She didn't answer the question.

She thought back to the night she first took the drug.

In her dream, she saw herself in countless parallel universes... Some were still working in the organization, some had already died, and some were living ordinary lives.

But what made her heart beat faster was herself fighting side by side with Vermouth, and the dangerous yet close relationship between the two of them. They were both rivals and... lovers.

"This is just a simulation of the brain, not real." Huibara reminded herself, but her heartbeat still did not calm down.

If you think about it carefully, if the Key of Logos can really simulate infinite possibilities, then does it mean... perhaps Vermouth's feelings towards her are not purely hostile?

This thought made Huibara's heart beat faster.

She returned to the bedside, the purple capsule rolling between her fingers, like a small universe containing various combinations.

I hope my dream tonight won’t be too... vivid.

Vermouth, that girl, would be quite suitable for a control experiment. If I dreamed of her... what would it be like?

Is it organizing a meeting room? Flirting at the bar? Or... another relationship that I never dared to imagine?

This thought made Huibara feel both fearful and expectant.

"The higher the IQ, the better the effect," she whispered to herself. "So, if she takes this medicine, what will she dream about? Will she dream about me?"

There is no answer to this question.

At least, not yet.

But maybe, one day, she will find the answers and unlock the truths she has locked away.

The truths that she dared not admit now but could not deny.

Vermouth...the woman who always had an enigmatic smile. Huiyuan admitted in her heart more than once that Vermouth's intelligence and insight put her under pressure.

"Maybe... I should try giving her one." Huibara narrowed her eyes and smiled.

However, she first had to find a way to record the dreams of other people who took the drug truthfully and completely.

She knew that this idea was dangerous and reckless, but it made her heart beat faster.

It's probably the risk appetite and curiosity of highly intelligent people. Huiyuan tilted her head and smiled.

Perhaps, in her dreams tonight, she could enjoy this dangerous game.

On the edge of rationality, at the intersection of logic and emotion, perhaps she can find the answer she wants.

That delicate and enchanting face, those blue eyes.

The key of Logos. The key of reason. But sometimes, it can also be the key of emotion.

Outside the window, the snow falls silently, as if it is the only thing in the world that is still willing to whisper.

Huibara sat at the head of the bed, flipping through page after page of the notebook beside her.

Her fingertips touched those familiar handwritten formulas, she stared at the notebook, and the photo of Haneda Hiroshi's case file appeared in her mind.

She personally checked the list. Every person who took the drug survived.

Except for Vermouth. If she could be considered a drug user.

Beilu Modou is the only exception known to the organization.

Or in other words, what is the deviation.

"Why is she still alive?"

Huiyuan closed her eyes and once again sorted out the clues about Drug A in her mind. The molecular formula swam in her mind like a living thing, reorganizing, decomposing, and reorganizing again.

She could feel that the answer was there, but it was always just a little bit short.

As far as the organization knew, everyone who had taken the drug, including Haneda Hiroshi, had died. Cold data, records of failed experiments, lives reduced to cold numbers on the data.

Why would Haneda Hiroshi, an outsider seemingly unconnected to the organization, take this drug? What secrets lie within? Huihara frowned.

And Vermouth... is she truly "eternally young"? Or is she also paying an unknown price for this?

She'd thought about it countless times during her time with Miyano Shiho. Vermouth's DNA must have some singularity, or... was it her mental state while taking the drug that activated some kind of stress mechanism? There were so many possibilities, so many variables, it was nearly impossible to verify.

She did have an academic and physiological curiosity about Vermouth.

As a scientist, purely rationally speaking, she really wanted to see what was special about the DNA of that Hollywood beauty.

Vermouth, the woman who always has a charming and seductive smile, what price did she pay to have an eternally youthful appearance?

Well, for her, getting Vermouth's DNA shouldn't be that difficult...right? (Sudden color change. JPG)

She closed her eyes and imagined the image of Vermouth approaching her.

In my memory, she, Shirley, was in the laboratory as usual, wearing a white coat, and processing samples with her head down.

Vermouth approached silently, approached from behind, and gently placed her fingers on her shoulders.

"You know, Shirley, you're so charming when you look down at work."

Miyano Shiho didn't look back, but just said lightly:

"Are you here to seduce science, or me?"