Chapter 12: Hollywood Enchantress Comes to Tokyo for Vacation: New York and Tokyo...
Vermouth's disguise as an American tourist is flawless. The tailored trench coat, the conspicuous camera hanging from her neck, even her distinct Japanese accent—all seem authentic.
However, beneath all of this lies an actress, a killer, and a high-ranking member of the organization.
"Why are you here?" Huibara asked.
"I told you, I'm on vacation." Vermouth's smile became even brighter: "Tokyo is so beautiful at this time."
"Tokyo is huge, and there are better tourist spots than this Beika-cho and the newly opened coffee shops that elementary school students occasionally visit."
"Perhaps I was exploring the city and following a friend's advice." Vermouth leaned over slightly and whispered, "That was an unforgettable night in New York, and you gave me... very specific advice."
Huiyuan didn't answer. She didn't want to get lost in the past.
The moment her body was shrunk to the size of a child, her presence seemed to become weak and blurred.
In the days after she became smaller, she always felt that she had been deprived of the "integrity" of her personality, and this feeling gnawed at her day by day.
Ai-chan's world-weariness comes from Schrödinger's age... When you are both a queen and a lolita... (Suddenly philosophical)
The dignity of the queen is being lost.
In the bustling crowd, she always felt like an outsider, unable to fit in, yet unable to completely disappear.
Haibara Ai's sense of alienation is like an invisible tattoo. I wonder if this tattoo will become visible when exposed to heat... for example, the body temperature of a certain multifaceted actress. (Dafog, Ladeng Literature)
Shirley of the Black Organization is dead, and the ones who survived are Haibara Ai and the reborn Miyano Shiho.
Reborn as a lesbian in Beika Town (not really). This triple identity is enough to write 300 chapters of substitute literature.
She often asks herself: Can this kind of "me" still be considered the real "me"?
It was not until she met the children of the Young Detective League, with their innocent little faces, defenseless smiles, and complete trust in her, that the wasteland in her heart that had been frozen for many years began to feel a little warm and slowly melted.
Yoyo, check it out, young people from the Beika.
The warmth of the primary school students offsets the dark past.
Soul-searching question: What is the healing power of the cute Ayumi equivalent to?
A. SSR-level psychologist.
B. A solar-powered charger that never runs out of power.
C. Humanoid self-propelled hot pack.
D. All of the above.
She felt as if her whole body was suddenly cleansed, and the cold aura that she had contracted during the first eighteen years of her life in the Black Organization gradually dissipated.
"On How to Use Elementary School Students' Friendship to Purify the Blackened Female Lead" The purification effect is more powerful than bleach.
In the past, it was like walking on a tightrope, taking every step carefully and being on guard against any disturbance around you at all times, creating a suffocating negative atmosphere.
After all, her family of four are all in the Black Organization. Her every move not only represents herself, but also implicates her family, which forces her to tread on thin ice.
But now, all her family members are gone.
Now there are only my friends around me, including Professor Agasa, Ran Mouri, the Junior Detective League, and Kudo, the mystery fanatic.
Although I know that all this is not complete, the inertia of the first eighteen years of my life is still there, like a scratch on an old record, which can always be faintly heard when the record is played.
Her defensiveness is an indestructible shield in front of Edogawa, but in front of Vermouth, it may become a kind of fun back and forth.
The appearance of the woman in front of her, Vermouth, suddenly brought out all the fragments that she had forgotten in the darkness of the past.
Huibara shook her head, trying to shake off the memories of that night in New York.
Focus, focus on what's in front of you, she reminded herself.
The aftermath of the cafe incident loomed.
Oh, it's just an ordinary night in the world of science, that's okay.
"Ms. Tina," Officer Sato's voice suddenly interrupted, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Vermouth's facial expressions changed seamlessly. She turned around and smiled a flawless, sweet smile. "It's okay. Time flies when I'm chatting with this cute kid."
Sato began to take notes of the case for those present.
As expected, the Junior Detectives insisted on recording their own witness statements first, with each person making increasingly exaggerated claims.
Beihua Town’s conspicuous package tour group never disappoints.
It’s time for the elementary school bragging contest again. Is the prize a roll of the eyes from Haibara?
Officer Takagi: I was extremely scared at the time, but I still had to listen to the "testimonies" of these ancestors with a smile.
"Then Tina-san threw her coffee cup like a ninja." Yuanta demonstrated the process with exaggerated arm movements, almost knocking over the cup of hot cocoa.
Everything can be a weapon, the fundamental law of the universe. Will the next one be using a rice ball to knock out a criminal?
Yuantai's descriptions always tread on the edge of exaggeration, as if he is afraid that others don't know that his Chinese language was taught by a physical education teacher.
"It's actually not that dramatic." Vermouth said softly. Her modesty was as perfect as her disguise.
Huibara looked at her across the table. Only by keeping a distance could she relax a little and observe the small differences between "Tina" and the woman she knew in New York.
The tone of her voice was different, her shoulders were slightly more relaxed, and the subtle makeup changed the contours of her face.
To others, these changes were invisible to the naked eye. But to Huiyuan, they were as obvious as neon lights. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Or rather, flaws are in the eyes of the beholder.
With such observation skills, it would be a shame if he didn't become a forgery detection expert. No, he wanted to be a "wife detection expert."
Others: Oh, beauty.
Haibara: Vocalization method -0.2 decibels, left shoulder muscle relaxation +3%, eyeliner curvature -0.5 degrees... You mortals don't understand.
The difference in Bayonetta's limited skin that only Ai can get.
Listening to Vermouth leisurely recording her confession with Takagi, Haibara secretly complained in her heart. Sure enough, this woman was still the same, an arrogant and conceited person who looked down on everyone.
But why is it that the complaints of “as expected” and so on, with gnashing of teeth, are tinged with a hint of coquettishness?
Are you sure this is disgust and not some weird act of coquettishness?
In Huibara's opinion, this bad woman in front of her is always so confident, and she takes it for granted, even to the point of being arrogant, making people feel that even the rules of this world have to revolve around her thoughts.
Perhaps this is the result of the winery's ancestral confidence gene.
The first rule of winery fashion: You can be unscrupulous but not without style.
From Gin's cool Porsche to Vermouth's roaring Harley, this group of people, even when they park illegally, are wrapped in an aura of contempt for others, as if the whole world should make way for them.
The traffic police brigade’s annual unsolved mystery: Why do they always encounter these black-clad thugs during drunk driving checks but never catch them?
Huibara secretly complained that Vermouth was a woman who was good at manipulating people's hearts. She always thought that her little tricks, just moving her fingertips, could make everyone obey her and submit to her.
However, if you think about it carefully, even though someone may say they dislike someone, their body honestly starts to record the other person's little movements.
"About the incident where I saw through the trick but was still fooled" Countdown to Huibara's defeat: the rationality of scientists vs. the charm of Hollywood actresses, this wave is a dimensionality reduction attack.
Bayonetta activates the skill "Sister's waist is not a waist, it's Shirley's deadly scimitar", and Haibara's san value is reset to zero.
It's like those things that happened in New York a long time ago.
New York Chapter: Red and Black Confrontation;
Fangirls 30 years later: Red and black blend (making a scream)
On that snowy night in New York, some people exchanged not only secrets, but also the threads of fate.
The beginning of red and black, the prelude to the blooming of lilies.
"Haibara-san?" Takagi's voice interrupted the increasingly limited analysis in her mind: "Now, can I hear your side of the story?"
Takagi: I'm just an emotionless confession-recording machine.
She nodded, followed him to a quiet corner of the cafe, and began to tell what had happened.
Of course, in order to facilitate the recording of confessions and keep them on file, the content has been artistically edited.
Haibara glanced at Vermouth out of the corner of her eye.
A.k.a. dealing with the police while keeping an eye on his ex-lover (?), a master of time management.
The lady with the bob haircut was chatting cordially with Ayumi. Huibara could feel that she was carefully recording every word Ayumi said.
When chatting with Ayumi, I'm afraid she's just trying to ask questions or win the kid's favor. This is the thousand-faced actress's thousand-faced tricks.
"You're so attentive that you even noticed the family crest," Takagi said after finishing his notes. "Conan-kun will definitely be impressed."
Officer Takagi, you keep mentioning Conan, is he trying to hint at something? (dog head)
Conan: A-choo. Who's cueing me again? Are they missing me? (Thinking too much)
"I read a lot," Huibara shrugged. "History... is reassuring in its own way. And the past stays where it was."
Ai-chan: As long as I take it easy, APTX4869 won’t be able to catch up with me (I wouldn’t believe it).
"Usually," she added silently, her gaze returning to Vermouth.
The girl has an IQ of 180 and her eyes are full of drama.
The subtext of the look: But the woman next to her, Vermouth, is the unusual accident.
"Well, thank you for your help today," Takagi said, closing his notebook. "You kids should get home soon. It's getting late, and your guardians will be worried."
Officer Takagi finally remembered that the detective team was just elementary school students. They were always there for every crime, and their guardians probably had become indifferent: "Ah, off to solve another case, okay, come back early and do your homework."
Children: Worry? No need to worry, we're the Mihua Wannian Elementary School Student Group. Guardians or anything like that, as long as we're breathing, we're a success.
Doctor: I am not a guardian, I am a research funder (and a mobile prop library).
Kogoro: I'm not a guardian, I'm a background board and a scarecrow (and also the funny guy).
Speaking of guardians, Huiyuan couldn't help but shudder. If she didn't go home soon, Professor Agasa would definitely be worried.
Although he was on a business trip, he would always call, either to let me know he was safe, or to talk about something interesting he encountered during his trip that he couldn't help but want to talk about immediately.
If he was worried about himself, he could call Conan to come look for him, and maybe he would run into Vermouth.
The thought of these two worlds about to collide made her feel a surge of emotion.
"We should go," she said as she returned to the table. "If we don't get back before dark, Dr. Agasa will send someone to look for us."
Mitsuhiko checked his watch and nodded, "Haihara-san is right. My parents will be worried too."
"But we haven't had time to finish telling Miss Tina about how we solved the mystery of the ancient castle." Yuantai protested.
Yuan Tai, the strongest background board of the atmosphere group, and... the light bulb itself. (Manual dog head)
"Maybe next time." Vermouth smiled, her eyes passing over the rims of the three little ones' coffee cups that had just been finished, and fell on Huibara, "I'll stay in Tokyo for a while."
This look is the calmness of having seen thousands of ships pass by, the precision of a hunter locking onto his prey, and the textbook start of a top-level fishing method.
"I will stay in Tokyo for a while", translation: My little cutie, don't try to run away, I will play with you slowly.
"Ms. Tina, where do you live?" Ayumi asked innocently, "Maybe we can take you around on the weekends."
Well done, Ayumi. This question was like a depth bomb, revealing the undercurrents between the two protagonists.
Huibara became nervous, but Vermouth just smiled: "I'm staying at the Imperial Hotel. But I don't want to affect your studies. Perhaps we can meet by chance in the future."
Ai-chan, I'm exposed. Why are you so nervous? Are you worried she'll harm the children, or are you afraid... that you'll be upset? (smirk)
"Nothing in your life happens by chance." Haibara complained in a low voice, her voice so soft that no one except Vermouth could hear it.
The real owner has come to the rescue and put his stamp on it.
This is an exclusive channel. A code that only the two of them can decipher. A romantic blast of "Among thousands of people, my voice whispers only for you."
The blonde with the bob haircut's smile widened, a hint of genuine joy showing through her carefully crafted makeup.
This pleasure of being seen through is an unspoken understanding among high-level players.
"It's stopped raining," she said, glancing out the window. "Just in time for you to get home."
Take a closer look. On the surface, it's caring, but in reality, it's a calmness that controls everything. It's as if even the weather is serving their rivalry (and their emotional drama).
Sure enough, the downpour had subsided into a drizzle.
Even the weather is so sensible, and it has actively changed from the "passionate" mode to the "ambiguous and silky" mode.
"It's nice to meet you all. Especially you, Haibara-chan. I hope we can cross paths again soon."
Highlight. Emphasize. Bold. What is this? This is public favoritism. This is the (fake) straight shot of "I only have eyes for you."
Translation: Miyano Shiho, you can't escape from my palm.
The name "Jiang" coming out of Sister Bay's mouth is both doting and teasing, with a little bit of control.
"Tokyo is a big city," Huibara replied calmly, "but I imagine there have been even stranger things."
"Indeed," Vermouth agreed, "For example, in New York."
The word "New York" in front of everyone brought back endless memories of the past, and hid the past entanglement between the two. #国际百合联# #CPGeography#
A Tale of Two Cities: New York and Tokyo, the Pull of Globalization.
Huibara held her breath.
"We should go," she said to the children, no longer able to meet Vermouth's gaze.
In the face of the shared secret of "New York," she for the first time showed a clear attitude of "retreat." Isn't this kind of retreat another form of concern?
"Hehehe..." Vermouth smiled happily. She felt that the Haibara Ai in front of her was so cute that it was almost unfair.
Those ice-blue eyes were filled with stubbornness, vigilance, and a little bit of dependence that she herself had not even noticed and was deeply buried.
so cute.
She is ten thousand times cuter than the eighteen-year-old, prickly, calm and aloof Miyano Shiho.
As expected, she is the villain queen of the winery. I think her cute behavior is different from that of ordinary people. Of course, maybe it is consistent with Mihua's aura.
"Okay, enough teasing. My 'sightseeing' time is over."
Vermouth stood up, adjusted the collar of her windbreaker, resumed her flawless role as the tourist "Tina", turned around, and took a long walk.
Ah, are we leaving now? Huiyuan isn't ready yet.
"Well, kids, we have to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department first." Sato smiled, his eyes swept over the three little faces of the Junior Detective League, and finally landed on Huibara Ai, "Ai-chan is such a reliable child. With you around, we feel relieved."
"No, it's Officer Sato and Officer Takagi who have a hard time." Huibara raised her head and gave a polite smile that was just right for her age.
"Ms. Tina, thank you for your cooperation. I'm sorry to have delayed your sightseeing." Sato said politely.
"It's okay. It's my honor to contribute to the peace of Tokyo." Vermouth answered with her perfect accent that smelled of California sunshine, her blue eyes filled with innocence and enthusiasm.
Huiyuan looked at her, a string of thoughts running through his mind.
Vermouth just tilted her head and looked at her.
Just then, the tense atmosphere between the two was interrupted by a sudden commotion at the bar.
The barista was arguing heatedly with the elderly couple, the sound drowning out the soft jazz music in the background.
The first law of the scientific universe: Whenever the protagonist's emotional line is about to progress, a case must occur.
Scene bonus, three high-risk places in Beika Town: cafe, art gallery, and cinema.
Jazz: It was so hard for me. I was knocked out just when I was trying to create some atmosphere.
"I'm telling you, that thing is gone," the old man insisted, waving his finger and pointing. "It was right there yesterday."
It appeared, it appeared, "Hot thing." This is the standard cliché of the science world for thirty years.
Next, should we gather together “spicy people” and “spicy things”?
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