Chapter 1: The Afternoon Aesthetics of the Movie Queen Huibara looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. …
In a high-rise apartment in Tokyo's Minato Ward, Vermouth is enjoying her "slacking time".
She leaned lazily on the leather sofa imported from Italy, her silk nightgown loosely wrapped around her slender body, revealing a section of her snow-white calves.
Holding a gracefully curved Burgundy wine glass in his hand, the liquid swayed gently, spreading out circles of priceless crimson halos called "Romanee-Conti".
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was bleak, just like the dark web of the Black Organization, covering Tokyo in darkness.
Lying flat on the sofa, she has carefully sculpted, fat-free body curves, which are created by sweating for at least two hours every day in the gym. These perfect curves are ready to be used in Hollywood blockbusters at any time.
After all, the elixir of life developed by the Black Organization can keep people young forever.
But the sculpting of the body still depends on the female star herself, who works diligently in the gym and accumulates weight day by day.
Eternal life gives her unlimited time to develop a six-pack.
When Gin was sniping on the rooftop, Bayonet was lifting weights; when Vodka was racing, Bayonet was doing a plank.
Gin: I kill people, I blow up buildings, but I am a good 996 employee.
Sister Bei: I slack off, I paddle, but I am a self-disciplined female star. (Wine factory workers no sanchi)
A film actress's figure is part of her job. After all, even the most expensive Hollywood blockbusters are bound to feature scenes where the lead actors flaunt their bodies. When a new lead actor is cast, the first thing to do is to see their abs, also known as a fan bonus.
But on this rainy day, I really don’t feel like going to the gym.
Even high-energy people and time management masters like Miss Bay are not immune to the rainy day laziness law. Cold-blooded killers quickly become lazy workers.
Regarding the fact that members of the Black Organization must also follow the rule that workers must slack off on rainy days
The notes of the beautiful Bayonetta: I killed 0 people today, drank 2 glasses of Burgundy red wine, canceled 8 gin calls, and my slacking value was max.
At this moment, she is in a high-end apartment in the port area, wearing a silk nightgown and drinking red wine, living the typical life of a modern villain.
The red wine swaying isn't the wine, it's the villain's slack. Top 1 Beika Town villain fashion items.
On TV, a classic movie with two female protagonists, starring her and Yukiko Kudo, was playing.
On How to Appreciate Your Own Acting Gracefully by Chris Wynyard.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a panoramic view of Tokyo Bay, worth hundreds of millions of dollars, but at this moment it became the backdrop for the Romanee-Conti in her glass.
The floor-to-ceiling windows blocked out the wind and rain, as well as worldly distractions. For example, the phone on the apartment's island vibrated stubbornly at a depressing frequency.
The name that flashed on the screen without any aesthetic appeal was enough to send the security and intelligence agencies of any country to the highest alert.
Gin, missed call (8).
Vermouth glanced at it and smiled. She sipped her wine gracefully and let the phone continue to ring.
"Really? Gin is such a workaholic," she muttered to herself, her voice languid and nasal. "Don't you know that beautiful women rarely talk about work when they're drinking alone? I've already said the FBI undercover has been taken care of. Do I, an Oscar-winning actress, have to personally handle the rest of the finishing work?"
He took another sip of the wine and tilted his head, letting the fruit and tannins bloom on his tongue.
Of course, she knew what Gin was angry about. During the FBI undercover cleanup operation, she had gracefully exited after obtaining crucial intelligence, leaving all the subsequent "physical work" to the hardworking man. In the organization's terms, this was called a "lack of team spirit"; in her words, it was called a "reasonable division of labor."
After all, she was Vermouth—the queen of many faces, a privileged member of the organization, and the boss's favorite. And Gin? Just a high-ranking employee with a fixed salary.
Asking her to participate in that sweaty "team-building" activity with a bunch of rude men? No kidding. She would rather enjoy afternoon tea, or rather, afternoon wine, alone here.
The so-called "relaxation of villains" is probably like this. Gin saw high blood pressure, Rum saw that he wanted to deduct money, and Boss saw...
Boss: As long as she is happy.
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In fact, she was the only one in the entire organization who dared to so blatantly ignore Gin. After all, when you have the boss's special favor and control over half of Tokyo's high society, what does a mere middle-level manager count for?
She walked over to the wine cabinet and refilled her glass. The mirror reflected her delicate face, which was breathtakingly beautiful even without makeup.
Gin would probably never understand this "relaxed feeling of a beautiful villain." That man, like a fully wound, precision machine with nothing to do but missions and the elimination of traitors, lived his life too hard.
And she, Vermouth, never works for the organization, she only serves for her own pleasure.
Q: What does Miss Bay look like now?
A. A wealthy woman on vacation B. A lazy worker C. A woman waiting for her wife to come home (bushi) D. All of the above
Vermouth gently swirled the glass, the liquid creating elegant tear marks along the sides. She didn't bother to imagine Gin's expression at that moment. It was probably that same, unchanging, cold, sullen rage, as if the world owed him a brand-new Porsche 356A.
But what does that have to do with her?
The finishing work after clearing the FBI base was tedious and physically demanding. But to her, it was like a brilliant stage play. She had already completed the most crucial and artistic part—luring the enemy, setting up a trap, and delivering deadly false intelligence, achieving the greatest results at the lowest cost.
As for things like cleaning the stage and counting props after the curtain call, they should be left to colleagues who are more suitable to play the role of "scavenger".
For example, Gin, the organization's "Employee of the Year", has an obsessive passion for overtime and physical work, and regards it as a "team-building activity" to enhance the relationship between colleagues.
Sorry (not really), she declined this kind of team building full of sweat and tension.
Holding a wine glass, Vermouth walked to the window and looked down at Beika Town which became blurred in the rain.
This small town is like an exquisite stage, performing one absurd and interesting play after another.
"A secret makes a woman, woman." She murmured this classic line softly. Secrets make women more feminine.
Her secrets and her pleasures have never been related to the organization's KPIs.
She has always put her own feelings first, which is her rule for survival in the dark world. She will not hesitate to deal with anyone or anything that makes her feel uncomfortable.
Gin: So answering my call makes you uncomfortable, right? (Throws the phone)
So, what would make her feel "comfortable"? Like... some pharmacological genius with tea-colored hair?
"Self-cultivation of the refined egoist in the organization"
Vermouth, no, Chris Wynyard's workplace philosophy, never included "meaningless overtime." She had already taken the core credit, leaving the finishing touches to those "official workers" whose loyalty and diligence were crucial to their existence. For example, Gin and his loyal but always-on-his-foot henchmen.
Gin's team building invitation: Primary copy "Hunting Time in Beihua Town"
Bei Jie: I have read it but will not reply. (Continues to shake the red wine)
After all, Bei's workplace wisdom is: I take the credit, and you take the blame.
Q: What’s the real reason why Sister Bei didn’t go?
A. Lazy B. Afraid of getting his robe dirty C. Wanted to impress his FBI friend D. Wanted to go to Beika Town to tease Huibara (crossed out, spoilers prohibited)
As a Hollywood movie queen, she naturally has friends in the FBI.
Her network of connections is more complex than Tokyo's subway lines. She's a master of both black and white, the queen of the gray market.
Therefore, a pure black player like Gin and a big shot like Bayonetta who jumps back and forth in the gray area are not in the same dimension at all.
Sister Bei’s circle of friends: colleagues in the organization, FBI, a small detective, the daughter of her former sister (Shirley:?)... too many elements.
She was declaring in the most Sister Bei way: I will play this game however I want.
She was full of the legendary villain's style, shaking Burgundy red wine and watching "Dark Night Lily" on TV, her and Yukiko's classic work.
Gin at this moment be like: The user you are dialing is obsessed with his old CP, please call again later.
Sister Bei: CP? No, I am craving myself back then (Queen's narcissistic aesthetics)
Gin's missed call log is like Ai Haibara's "Edogawa's unread text messages," both of which are one-way arrows that never get a response. The two of them could form a "mutual aid group for victims of neglect."
Ding Dong, another phone rang.
She stood up, glanced at the report text message from her subordinates, squinted her eyes and thought for a while, then pulled her silk nightgown closer and looked at Mihua through the floor-to-ceiling window.
FBI remnants? Boring.
A new CIA agent? Boring.
That Japanese police officer's persistent little beagle, who thought he was hiding well, was even less of a challenge.
Her fingertips gently slid across the cold French window glass, as if she could trace the beautiful outline of another person on it.
A pharmacology genius with lake-like icy blue eyes.
Gin and his companions were chasing the enemies of the organization, pawns that must be eliminated in the grand narrative. But she just wanted to go on a private, more classical and elegant hunt.
For example, go and see if her kitten, which had run away for a long time, is under a roof again, with its chubby little paws curled up because of the annoying rain.
True pleasure is always about pleasing oneself. How can an organizational to-do list be as important as her "personal collection" list?
Collect a... exquisite work of art that is more worthy of her personal "handling".
The one who escaped and disguised herself as a timid kitten...Sherry.
Miyano Shiho. No, now she should be called Haibara Ai.
A crazy woman who transformed herself from a sexy 18-year-old (?) scientist into a 7-year-old elementary school student.
Vermouth had to admit that she was impressed by this determination. After all, not everyone has the courage to press the reset button on their life.
"What a funny little guy," she chuckled.
What Gin and the others want is Shirley's life and the annihilation of the "traitor" of the organization.
And she wanted to see the ice melt and break bit by bit under her slender and powerful fingertips, revealing the most real and softest core inside.
That must be sweeter than this top-quality Burgundy.
She walked slowly to the cloakroom. Instead of dealing with boring affairs of the organization, she would rather spend some time picking out a set of clothes suitable for "accidentally meeting" cute children on a rainy day.
After all, dealing with a smart and sensitive kitten requires patience and a little bit of...just the right amount of tangerine surprises.
Gin's ninth call ended in a lonely silence when no one answered. It seemed that Gin finally realized that some people could not be invited.
She knew Gin was probably cursing, but so what? In this organization, strength was everything. And as Vermouth, she never needed to consider anyone's opinion.
Vermouth walked barefoot on the soft carpet and went to the window. The rain seemed to have eased a little, making it a perfect time for a walk.
"It seems like today is a good day for... a reunion. Time to go see my little Shirley. I hope she doesn't have that stupid Yukiko son who's in the way today."
Conan is such a troublemaker. I wonder whose good thing he has hindered in the past?
Raindrops tapped against the glass. The afternoon in Tokyo suddenly became damp and ambiguous.
Not long after, the bell for the end of class at Teitan Elementary School echoed leisurely.
The spire of the teaching building disappeared into the gray clouds. From afar, it looked like the castle of a club president that was robbed last night...
Of course, this was before the president had the chance to meet Kogoro Mouri or Conan, passively triggering the detective's order-taking plot.
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And this teaching building isn't symmetrical... Moriya Teiji alert, it's happening. Eight eggs reserved.
Under the eaves of the teaching building, Haibara Ai hugged her arms tightly and watched the rain fall into the puddles, spreading out in circles.
It's time for Aiden's philosophy, and Ayumi should be serving ginger soup.
She looked up and thought that the rain was very much like Vermouth's style... At first it was like a night-blooming cereus, faintly blooming and provocative, and in the next moment it was like a sudden thunderclap, and finally turned into a violent storm.
Epiphyllum: Elegant foreplay, Thunder: The reversal of the plan, Heavy Rain: The general attack begins. Shirley is in danger.
Could it be that this rain is falling according to the description in Vermouth's monograph "The Manual for Capturing Shirley: 19th Reprint and Refinement"?
Today, the refined version adds a new chapter: "Rainy Day Limited Windbreaker Temptation"
Once the windbreaker is thrown away, no one loves it. Sister Bei's battle robe: beige windbreaker (charm +100, defense -999, pure concave shape)
At this moment, Haibara saw that the sky was getting gloomy, and she was afraid that Beika Town was going to be in turmoil again.
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Rice Flower Resident: I'm used to it, really. (Lying down peacefully)
"This kind of weather..." She frowned, her short brown hair a little messy in the wind, "It always reminds me of bad things."
For example, Gin's black Porsche suddenly appeared at the school gate, or Vodka's silly face that always wore sunglasses, or...
"No, don't scare yourself." She shook her head, trying to shake off the ominous premonition, but the uneasy feeling still lingered.
I always feel that the puddle of water at the school gate might be run over by a black Porsche 356A soon.
In the distant club room, an old shamisen was strumming intermittently. This tune, paired with the tea ceremony, was extremely elegant.
Today, Huihara still looks like an elementary school student, walking towards the school gate with her short legs and slow steps.
Ding Dong, the elementary school student skin experience card has been renewed successfully.
Short legs: cuteness is justice.
One step at a time: The cuteness of being forced into business.
On the surface: a harmless elementary school student.
Inner thought: I want to drink coffee and go back to the lab.
If Conan were here, he would probably roll up his signature half-moon eyes and complain: "Kaiyi Bara, this guy is obviously better at pretending to be young than me."
Q: What will Huiyuan encounter next?
A. Bayley drifted through the puddle in her Maserati.
B. Sister Bei was waiting for her at the school gate holding a black umbrella.
C. Bayonetta cosplays as the new English teacher.
D. Shiho is an adult and requires all of the above.
Huibara looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. A typical image of a melancholic literary girl. Will cherry blossoms start to fall in the next second?
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She suddenly thought, if one day, an antidote is successfully developed, without any side effects, and can completely restore a person to their original appearance...
The first thought that might flash through her mind is probably, "Oh my, my closet is full of children's clothes. There's not a single adult's clothes." That's very childish.
After all, the biggest side effect of APTX4869 is wardrobe age gap.
Miyano Shiho's real anxiety: the class transition from the children's clothing area to the young women's counter.
The pursuit of beauty and the love for beautiful clothes and exquisite jewelry have been deeply ingrained in her since her time as Miyano Shiho.
A hidden fashion expert, she has been a VOGUE subscriber for ten years under her white coat. No wonder she can chat with fashion icon Bayley.
Bei Jie: It doesn’t matter, my closet is open to you (ambiguous face)
Warning about the side effects of the antidote: After you become an adult, you might be pushed against the wall by a movie queen, so please use with caution.
After all, although her actions were under surveillance when she was at the winery, the organization spared no expense in investing in her laboratory, allowing her, who was interested in biology, to enjoy the feeling of swimming in the ocean of academia.
Who could have foreseen that not long after, her family would be struck by tragedy, with three close relatives passing away one after another, and she, once a lab owner soaring in the scientific world, would become a seven-year-old day student at Teitan Elementary School, plunging headfirst into the web of the mundane world.
Fate's forced childhood training, from a scientific research star to the cute king of Emperor Dan, only requires one APTX.
Translation: Forced to join the Boy Detective Team's shameful daily life (Ayumi: Huh? Haibara-san's face is so red?)
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Despite their reluctance, they often have to run around to various crime scenes with Conan, silently observing and secretly complaining. A day trip to the crime scene for two pseudo-elementary school students.
Surface: High cooling auxiliary.
Inner thought: I can’t lead this group of mortals.
The truth about "Detective Conan": 80% of the case-solving rate depends on Conan, and 99% of the complaints depend on Haibara.
Huiyuan: I came here to seek refuge, not to be an assistant detective (rolling eyes)
Looking up at the sky, she thought, as long as she ran long enough and far enough, all the rain would be just showers.
Along the way, an eighteen-year-old soul was crammed into a seven-year-old body. "On the Dialectical Unity of Lolita Body and Mature Sister Heart" by a serious discussion in the philosophy department.
Surface look: primary school student.
Soul: Nightclub VIP (not)
From the corner of the corridor, the sound of a shamisen drifted in, its melody scattered and unstructured. After all, it was a student's etude, so it was just so-so, and I couldn't expect more.
Several senior schoolmates in kimonos hurried by, carefully holding exquisite Japanese confectionery, completely unaware that they had just passed by a walking Nobel Prize.
If Ayumi saw this, she would probably join the tea ceremony club immediately. Huiyuan thought to herself that she should mention this to Ayumi tomorrow.
Haibara's Tea Ceremony Club Observation Notes: He appears to be a cool scientist, but he actually secretly records the coordinates of all the sweets.
She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the clogs of her senior schoolmates, her thoughts drawn into a whirlpool of memories… The old days of Kyoto, the hundreds of years of time in the old shops, were all condensed in the air, brewing a thousand-year-old Japanese breeze.
In an ancient courtyard surrounded by bamboo groves, she was still Miyano Shiho, dressed in a simple and elegant kimono. The air was filled with the fragrance of tea, the smell of rainy earth, and...
On the tea table in front of me, there is a piece of exquisite yokan, which is crystal clear and looks like a work of art.
Then, a pair of slender hands with red nail polish reached out.
"Past Events in Kyoto" is loading... This should be at a certain movie queen who put a curse in the yokan (Vermouth's Kitchen Warning).
Back then, in moonlit Kyoto, someone’s slender fingertips gently stroked the freshly cut, juicy surface of a bowl of yokan.
Then he brought the cool sweetness to her lips.
"Try it, Shiho. The taste is, sometimes, unexpectedly sweet."
Huibara shuddered and woke up from her memories.
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Q: What is Bei Jie's level of flirting?
A. Junior Pick-Up Artist: Just because you can make desserts, you think you can handle a scientist with an IQ of 180? So naive.
B. Intermediate strategy guide: delicious food + beautiful scenery + beautiful women, all three beauties are complete, and the routine is perfect.
C. Advanced Hunter: Even cutting yokan can create an ambiguous feeling, which is a dimensionality reduction attack.
D. Grandmaster: A true master can make his opponent still reminisce about his achievements years later.
Haibara, walking with the steps of an elementary school student, pulled the hood of her sweatshirt down, and walked out of the gate of Teitan Elementary School. She felt that the rain seemed to be a little lighter.
System prompt: You have entered a high-risk area. The winery’s refresh point blind box, one draw gave you SSR Bayonetta. What kind of European Emperor physique is this?
There are few pedestrians on the streets, which is perfect for some shady "games".
"Calm down, Miyano Shiho." She said to herself, "Maybe it's just an illusion. The organization can't be so quick..."
But her "organizational radar" never lied. That unique sense of oppression was approaching step by step.
I lowered my head, my heart suddenly tightening, and I couldn't tell whether it was a man's hand or fingertips wearing black velvet gloves that were sticking out of the window of the Porsche 356A?
Behind the man's hand is the cold muzzle of gin's gun; behind the black velvet is the temptation of Vermouth's perfume.
Gin: Shoot Warning.gif
Sister Bei: Sister's charming eyes.gif
Either way, it's dangerous to her.
Gin: Dangerous.
Bayonetta: Dangerous but sexy. Pick me, pick me.
To be or not to be, faced with this old Shakespearean dilemma, she just wanted to hide herself.
Huiyuan's desire to survive is activated. Choose C: Become a pendant in Sister Bayonetta's arms and start the hidden story of the yuri line (system prompt: This option has been encrypted by the Black Organization)
I let out a breath, and a cloud of white mist spread out before my eyes, then dissipated in the rain.
"About the fact that the manufacturer of APTX4869 is acting cute even when breathing."
She reached her right hand into the pocket of her waterproof jacket and touched a small transmitter with her fingertips. The cool touch slightly soothed her inner anxiety.
I walked out of the school gate with my head down, like a frightened kitten, and took a few hurried steps before I dared to raise my eyes slightly.
Gray Cat: Alert.jpg Weak and pitiful, but can make poison.
This glance made her feel a little relieved: there was no overly flashy black Porsche 356A parked at the school gate.
Fortunately, that was just a mental emergency drill. In reality, there were only a few ordinary family cars picking up their children at the school gate, and a few parents holding umbrellas and walking hurriedly.
Safe. For now. (The flag is half-raised.)
Gin's Itasha: Is there a license plate restriction today? Or is it stuck at the Beika-cho serial murder scene?
However, the fact that Gin's Itasha didn't come doesn't mean it's safe. After all, every employee in the brewery is a master of disguise (looking at a certain actress with a thousand faces)
Beika Town Survival Tip: Don't talk to any strangers. (Especially good-looking ones.)
Huiyuan, still feeling uneasy. After all, the weather forecast for Mika: Sunny to cloudy, then a murder case.
She didn't dare to relax, and only focused on tactics and lowered her head to reduce the probability of being sniped/recognized by Miss Bei/being involved in a case where she had to choose one of three options from a passerby.
She didn't bring an umbrella today. The other three members of the detective team were still participating in club activities.
As for Conan's "extracurricular activities", for example, following Kogoro Mouri after school on weekdays to patrol various taverns in Beika, haha, she respectfully declined.
It was nothing more than chatting up the beautiful proprietress, which then triggered the case.
Huibara spends her time doing experiments so that she doesn't feel that her time is wasted.
Even though her body has become smaller, her hobbies remain the same: 1. Doing experiments, 2. Using her loli face to give off a dangerous aura to confront Conan, 3. Being teased by Bayonetta (fog).
She had become accustomed to the elementary school student's body, and treated it as if her nineteen-year-old self had suffered an accident, the consequence of which was a special and rare disability.
The mind, joy, and anger of a mature woman are still those of an 84-year-old. (Miyano Shiho proudly stands with her hands on her hips.jpg)
At this moment, the elementary school-looking Ai could only pull up her hood, tightly covering her brown head. She secretly thought that if the rain got heavier on the way, she would find a nearby convenience store and buy a transparent umbrella.
The rain fell lingeringly and obliquely, and water droplets condensed on the wet ends of her hair, which were shaky and finally slid down and kissed her small cheek.
Waterdrop: I bumped into it. I bumped into Ai-chan's face. Rounding off means kissing someone first as a sign of respect (dangerous statement)
The collar of her shirt was also wet, but this little chill was not enough to shake her composure as a top scientist.
If you're wet, I suggest you fast forward to the part where "Come to the movie queen's luxury apartment to help you dry off" (big mistake)
This body that has been tortured by APTX4869 may have even become numb to the pain, Huiyuan laughed at herself in her heart.
After all, this was a medicine that she and her parents, a family of three, had personally prepared after years of hard work in the laboratory.
An Oedipal tragic cycle of "I kill myself".
A seven-year-old girl turned the corner. Small steps, big crisis (and heartbeat)
When she thought of that mysterious woman, the hairs on the back of Huibara's neck stood up like a conditioned reflex.
Translation: The body remembers the breath of that woman more honestly than the heart.
Chapter 1 of "On the Stockholm Complex of Prey on Predators": When the Angry Cat Meets the Beautiful Fox.
Angry cat: fierce on the outside but timid on the inside.
Beauty Fox: With ease and great interest.
Preview of subsequent chapters: "How to Go from Feeding to Embracing" and "Studying the Scientific Principles of Accelerated Heartbeat in a Medieval Alchemy Castle"
It is recommended to open the "Dangerous Relations" copy and obtain the "Sister's Favor" achievement.
This feeling is a physiological reaction unique to Huibara, and it only affects one person.
This is worthy of a Nobel Prize nomination: On the special induction between old lovers (crossed out), and its specific manifestations on the human skin.
Q: When Miss Bay meets "Rain in the Rain" around the corner, what might be her first line?
A. "Oh, look whose lost kitten is this?" (with a lightly Hollywood accent)
B. "Sulli, is this rain falling for you and me?" (文藝の病皎風)
C. "Hey, little cutie, do you need a kind older sister to give you a ride?" (Dangerous Sister Invitation)
D. "(Take off the windbreaker and wrap it around you) Follow me." (動派の直球)
It was clearly the Haibara brand's little radar's response to the Black Organization, but when interpreted, it sounded like the feelings of a young girl in love.
Going further, on the left, there's a small shop with an antique brass bell hanging on the door lintel. Time has left a light patina on it. The breeze blows through the door, and the bell rings slowly.
Does this ringtone contain the thousands of words that Vermouth never said during that unforgettable...long night in New York?
The storefront and the glass window look like a colorful, vintage old newspaper, dimly reflecting the street scene of Beika Town and a cute, nervous little face.
In a few days, will the front page of this "old newspaper" have the headline: "Shocking. Two generations of icy beauties from the organization are right under the nose of Heisei Holmes..."
By the window, Huihara used the most basic anti-detection skill of the residents of Mika: not looking back, but observing the rear from the reflected light.
The reflection from the storefront glass vaguely reveals a figure, which is in stark contrast to the peaceful and tranquil Beika Town.
But in this Beika Town, the word "peace" is the most blackly humorous. Yesterday there were three bombings, today there were two poisonings, yet this dangerous figure seems like an everyday sight.
The explosion and almond-flavored poisoning are just background material, and the appearance of Sister Bei is the SSR event.
The feeling of being watched was even stronger. It wasn't the direct murderous intent of Gin, but something more subtle and dangerous.
She pretended to look at the merchandise, her eyes glancing at her reflection in the glass.
A figure. Blurry, but definitely there. Keeping a distance, not too far, not too close, their steps so graceful it seemed more like a stroll than a stalking figure.
This calm and confident posture...
Huiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted. She knew this gait, this aura, this oppressive feeling that left no escape.
It wasn't Gin. If it was Gin, she would have been shot by now. That man never played cat and mouse games, he only believed in the efficiency of bullets.
My heartbeat was getting faster and faster, but strangely, it didn't seem to be entirely due to fear.
That figure... exudes a dangerous aura.
The aesthetics of the winery: When the villain appears, there must be background light pollution + slow-motion close-up.
Behind Huiyuan, a gaze, like a kimono belt, conveyed a sense of restraint. It was almost like a gentle yet deadly possessive desire.
Beijie's gaze: invisible bondage play? (Tachibana alert)
Compared to physical bondage, this mental/eye bondage is Sister Bei's advanced way of playing.
Perhaps the Black Organization will have to work overtime again tonight at a military factory in an underground bunker.
A new weapon has been added to the armory... the Vermouth Hormone Missile.
This bullet explodes without any flash of fire, and those who are hit will have hearts in their eyes.
Huiyuan: I didn’t. I didn’t. Hum!
Q: What's next for the production of Vermouth Hormone Missile?
A. Immediately @Suzuki Group apply to join the weapons test and sell it to cash out;
B. Start the #酒厂婚恋指南# topic on the Beika Town forum, attracting Karasuma Renya (not Genta), and automatically BE;
C. Write a proposal to Dr. Agasa overnight to develop anti-temptation armor, and then get confused by the scientific universe timeline;
D. I opened the fanfiction website and furiously wrote 3,000 words of Beixue Laboratory Temptation Literature overnight. At five in the morning, I clicked send, but it wouldn't be sent out due to the scale issue. I fainted in Kudo Yukiko's arms (spoiler alert: this writer is Masumi Sera, right?).
Even in early spring, when the cherry blossoms cover the sky in Kyoto's Gion, those captivating courtesans with their captivating charm, parading around in heavy makeup and masks, couldn't exude such alluring gazes, right?
As Huiyuan thought about this, her heartbeat suddenly quickened. Thump~thump~
It’s just Vermouth, why does she need an oiran mask?
This lady is a woman who comes with her own background music. Her appearance includes three hundred helicopters and all-round lighting.
She herself is a walking world of science and a top-level seductive phantom.
However, is the person behind him really Vermouth?
After all, disguise techniques are rampant in Beika Town. It is possible that Miss Suzuki Sonoko recruited Kidd to wear thrush and openly go out on the street to cosplay.
Yuanzi took out a small notebook: "About the CP I'm obsessed with, which must end in HE: The Domineering Daughter's Forced Love Plan"
Suzuki Foundation's new industry: Doujin Literature Investment Fund, specializing in treating BE for 30 years.
Sonoko: Not only do I want to eat, I also want to personally go down and dance in front of the steamed food. Donate money and effort, my CP must be locked!
A Hollywood actress with a salary of tens of millions and a box office of billions would actually travel thousands of miles to the safest town in the world, Rice Flower, to follow a person who looks like a seven-year-old elementary school student?
Crossing the Pacific to meet, isn't this the classic "I'd make the world my enemy for you (and take a vacation at the same time)"?
However, in the Conan universe, children as young as seven can drive cars, yachts, and helicopters.
As a movie queen, what's wrong with taking a flight across the Pacific Ocean and having a love affair (bushi)?
And the past events of that night in New York between the two of them seemed to be enough to make Vermouth do such a thing... right?
Sister Bei's Thousand Layers of Routine: I've pointed a gun at you, I've saved you, and finally I want to kiss you (Orange is clear)
Or is there a hidden option?
Masaka, are there any more masters?
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