Chapter 121 The Second Piece of the Puzzle Kudo looked at Vermouth’s broken feeling…
Outside Shiho's cozy little apartment, snowflakes, wrapped in moisture from the North Atlantic, continued to fall softly.
After a long while, Kudo finally spoke. His voice contained a little bit of certainty that had just been salvaged. The CPU was overloaded and finally started to call the emotional module.
"I think I'm starting to understand why you're working on your current project. Some obsessions can't be abandoned. Once you give up, it's like betraying someone who existed before you were born."
The DNA of BE aesthetics and sense of destiny was deeply moved.
Kudo Shinichi finally saw the light in other people's obsession, despite his obsession with "there is only one truth".
Kudo Holmes Shinichi suddenly gets philosophical. With that kind of savvy, a technical school in Hawaii even teaches existentialism?
Washing Machine: I understand (actually I only understand 10%, the remaining 90% is Sister Beijie's melon field)
“Original intentions are sometimes more precious than the truth,” he added seriously.
Wow, in just a dozen minutes, after listening to Miyano Shiho's story about his great-grandfather's hard work as a first-generation immigrant, Kudo Shinichi changed from a mystery enthusiast who only saw the truth to a mature man who understood the value of "original intention".
Learned empathy.
Or, as a son of an aristocratic boys' school, he could empathize with the middle-class people who squeezed into trains every day. It was truly rare.
This may be the power of love.
Washing Machine: Shiho, you're making a sequel to APTX. It's not a darker story, it's a renaissance. Oh, such a beautiful and broken feeling. I feel sad.
Shiho raised her head, and the depths of her azure eyes flickered slightly, as if snow had melted. "So, do you still have doubts now?"
A straight-ball test from the queen of the Siberian permafrost, which never melts.
Shirley's eyes kill. This look, seemingly calm, is actually turbulent. Translated, it means: "You only understand now?"
There was silence between the two for a while, and then there was a soft sound outside the window, like the night wind wrapped in snow hitting the glass.
In the entire small apartment, it seemed as if only snow, the aroma of coffee, and some unspoken emotions were left, flowing and fermenting in the narrow space.
Kudo didn't answer immediately.
He looked at her, as if he had finally understood someone else's heart for the first time, beyond the body characteristics and bullet calibers at the crime scenes of Scotland Yard.
The detective's occupational disease and loneliness make empathy seem precious at this moment.
Kudo's epic evolution: from "Almond Flavor Language Level 10" to "Interpretation of Living People's Psychology (Trial Version)".
Ke Jiaxue was ecstatic: he finally realized that in addition to the killing methods, the winery's script also contained a lingering emotional line.
Kudo spoke slowly, each word still being calculated secretly by his brain, a science-savvy man's brain. Even tender words had to be programmed first, modeled and analyzed to find the optimal solution.
"You just said your great-grandfather...but the look in your eyes seemed to be you."
Kudo felt that he saw through Shiho and his own wounds, which he had wrapped up with his grandfather's stories.
A middle-class girl, in the ancient empire of Great Britain, worked hard for the ideals and struggles of generations of her family. Day after day, she buried herself in the laboratory and did over and over again those biological experiments that she found boring and repetitive from the perspective of a detective.
"She's talking about grandpa, but she's hiding herself"... Shirley's thousand-layered routine. On the surface, she's a crazy beauty with a scientific mind, but on the inside, she's a broken kitten.
The flames in the fireplace crackled, and the orange-red halo danced, reflecting on Shiho's beautiful profile.
She didn't deny it, nor did she admit it.
With just one look, he finished acting out the whole "Broken Beauty Apocalypse".
The look in his eyes is neither cold nor hot, but the kind that brings calmness after going through everything, and carries a warmth that tells a story.
Kudo felt that this moment was very similar to a hundred years ago, a New York winter night that he would never return to, before the commuter train in Eastchester started.
In the small apartment, the air seemed to be foggy, with the steam from the teacup, the residual light from the fireplace, and the New York winter night in Shiho's eyes.
For a moment, Kudo felt that he clearly saw the thin outline of his youth reflected in her pupils, as if trapped between two abysses - one was the past, the other was the present.
The light from the fireplace danced lively and in her eyes were the snow of New York and the neon lights of Tokyo, as well as a detective who seemed to be somewhat enlightened but still a little bit at a loss.
Vermouth just listened quietly and gracefully, with her eyes narrowed.
The queen has arrived.
Does this squinting look mean "Haha, the little boy is quite skilled", "You dare to touch my prey?", or "Oh? That's interesting, let me see what tricks you can come up with"?
Anyway, this is the queen's margin.
The Queen's gaze.
The warm conversation just before suddenly turned into a Shura field preparation.
Sister Bei: I will just watch you two talking quietly, and later this little cutie will be mine.
The look a cat gives a ball of yarn.
Multiple choice question: When Miss Bay's eyes narrow, what is her inner OS?
A. Kudo, your account is gone. B. Shiho, come and have a good chat with your sister tonight about "original intention". C. Tsk, young people nowadays still want to get my New York Memoirs?
About my little cutie having a philosophical discussion with the junior whom I care about most (my ex-girlfriend's son)
The snow continued to fall.
The flames in the fireplace continued to dance softly.
Kudo Shinichi's heartbeat quickened.
His expression softened, and he whispered, "Mr. Miyano Satoshi's research wasn't about immortality, but rather cytology, which was his academic curiosity."
Scientists in the Conan world all want to pause time.
"The difference lies in intention," Vermouth added, walking over to Shiho at the window. "Some people seek the power of immortality. Some simply want the time to complete their beloved scientific work."
Of course, sometimes some people pursue eternal life, while others just want to get off work on time.
"Or make up for past mistakes." Shiho whispered, her voice so low that Shinichi almost didn't hear it.
Huihara’s self-reflection: Scientists also have psychological problems.
He approached them, his expression soft. "Miyano, whatever you're involved in... there's always another way. I can help."
Kudo Shinichi's occupational disease: wanting to help with everything and check everything.
Vermouth narrowed her watery peach blossom eyes and turned around. Her silver-gold hair shone charmingly under the light. "Detective, your protective measures have always been admirable. However, perhaps you should consider that she does not need to be saved...especially not by you."
Bayley is so handsome, with the lighting filter turned to the maximum.
The heroine gets the Declaration of Independence.
Shinichi: The protective instinct of the science fiction protagonist is frustrated here.
"Is this why you've been keeping tabs on her these past few weeks? Keeping an eye on her research? Gaining her trust by...?" He gestured vaguely between them, but still, couldn't quite complete the thought.
The reasoning line turns to the emotional line, Conan: I am not very familiar with this script.
“Through seduction?” Vermouth added with a smile, sounding quite righteous, her delicately manicured eyebrows raised perfectly. “How disappointing, so clichéd. As if Miyano Shiho, whose IQ far exceeds yours, and such a complex and important matter, passed down through generations of the Miyano family, could be so easily manipulated by frivolous, fleeting desires.”
Sister Bayley turned on the taunt buff, teasing people and making fun of herself.
"She can't," Shiho interrupted, turning to look at Kudo, "That's why she didn't try."
Shiho said: Sister Bay failed to flirt with me, reality is more restrained than fan fiction.
Because there is no need to tease, it is a two-way body (bushi)
Kudo's expression cycled between confusion, sudden realization, and finally reluctant understanding.
Xinyi Online: I understand, but actually I don’t understand yet.
"At any rate, you got to know her," he concluded. "You found out who she was and what kind of person she was."
Kudo Shinichi's ultimate induction method. A riddler using pronouns.
Who was approaching whom? But it didn't seem to matter, it was a two-way rush.
Shiho didn't deny it. "Kudo-kun, clues to a crime, like scientific knowledge, can be most dangerous when they are only partially understood and incomplete. I need to understand everything I have inherited from my family... scientific and otherwise."
So Vermouth inherited from her family, from Eleanor and Charlotte, the knowledge of the Yew Hill Club, which is British, mysterious, classical, full of old money and old secrets.
Classic setting: #Heaven-dropped fortune: knowledge version#. Others inherit billions of fortunes, but Sister Bei inherits knowledge points that can pry open the worldview of science. She is worthy of it.
And Shiho inherited another part of the knowledge about Drug A from her family. If the two are combined into one, can they make a perfect antidote?
The Chosen CP's Knowledge Splicing#, isn't this the legendary "My brain is your missing half"? The romance of scientists is so simple and deadly.
This is not a puzzle, this is the mutual attraction of soul fragments (fog).
If a puzzle only requires two pieces, it should be relatively simple.
The classic flag, scientifically known as "the calm before the storm." When the protagonist thinks "this should be easy," it often means they're about to be crushed by reality for three hundred rounds.
In the world of science, puzzles always fall apart while being put together. The flag flies high! #米花の墨菲法律#
However, the screenwriter said that a happy ending requires the right time, place and people, but the audience just wants to see the two puzzle pieces rubbing against each other (doge) #桔势简化(不)#
Kudo's eyes moved between the two of them, and he saw something he had never realized before...
Xinyi: Thanks for the invitation. I'm here. I just installed the broadband and the speed is a bit slow. I just understand it now. (No.)
#Observation perspective of the slow-witted male protagonist# Start!
"Something I've never fully realized"... Please, this powerful and hidden gravitational field of lesbian love, even cats and dogs ten miles away can feel it, and this steamed egg in the center of the storm has only just reacted? As expected of you, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, the Wood of the Reiwa era.
Conan, you only have the case and Ranai-chan in your eyes, how much orange waves have you missed! #直男の识不见#
Shinichi: My reasoning tells me that the atmosphere between them is... wrong! Very wrong! (hindsight.jpg) #Sherlock Holmes can't deduce the girl's feelings#
"The notes," he finally said, "contain the original formula, right? The prototype for the medicine you need."
Yes, that's right, the #Ancestral Notebook#, one of the three great treasures of the scientific world! The other two are the #Mysterious USB Drive# and the #Last Will Tape#. Collecting them all summons a dragon (bushi), which can at least bring back a forgotten past and a crucial beauty.
Beika Town specialties: Notebooks that can be used as weapons, brainwashing tapes, and USB flash drives that can destroy the world. Where's the tourist souvenir shop? Come get a dozen! #High-risk souvenirs#
Kudo-san, it's finally your turn to deduce, but the entire audience's focus is on the two ladies behind you. You're just a ruthless tool to push the plot forward (patting your pat with heartache).
Shinichi's inner OS is so accurate! #There's only one truth: you're orange# In the Bei Ai universe, you're just an NPC responsible for cueing the process, Kudo brother! #The protagonist's home court has fallen# I feel sad for a second, but not much. After all, the sisters' aura is two meters and eighty, so elementary school students, please stand aside. #Orange power overwhelms everything#
Shiho nodded. "There is a theoretical antidote, but it's unavailable."
"Unusable"—those three words are a tailor-made engine for the subsequent plot. The amount of information is enormous; either the theory is flawed, the material is inhumane, or... a specific person is needed as a trigger.
The subtext of this sentence is: "I have reached the end of the road of science. The next road may require a little metaphysics... or, it may require you."
Translation: The screenwriter needs you to continue to pester me for 500 episodes! #故事の铁壁# Flagx2!
There is a hint of powerlessness in Shiho's calmness, and in Kudo's opinion, this is one of her most charming aspects.
Shinichi finally showed a hint of understanding on his face: "That's why you're so determined to speed up the experiment. In order to..."
Kudo Shinichi, the most dedicated supporting actor of the year, said "for the sake of..." with perfect timing, perfectly shifting the camera to our other leading lady.
Kudo's reflex arc circles the earth three times. Shinichi turned his gaze to Vermouth, looking at her with a new perspective...
#Critical Gaze#! In this glance, in Kudo's view, Vermouth was transformed from a stereotyped villain into a concrete, painful "person".
Kudo felt that this glance, across the gap of hatred, position, and time, finally touched the tip of the iceberg of the soul of this blonde witch.
It’s a pity that Kudo here doesn’t know about the 800-episode emotional entanglement between Vermouth and Yukiko, otherwise this glance might be even more shocking.
Under the warm light of the apartment, Kudo felt that his eyes were like a scalpel, accurately dissecting the flawless shell that Vermouth had disguised for years, and seeing the soul inside, imprisoned by time.
New filter is starting...
#洗白の前曲（不失言）# Bei Jie's side profile is loading...
Kudo looked at Vermouth's shattered profile and let go of a little bit of his hostility. He finally felt the aesthetic impact of the coexistence of that broken feeling and dangerous charm. #TheAestheticEducationofTheVillain#
At this moment, Conan's worldview has been patched with the "complexity of human nature". #Boy's Growth (not counting the physical aspect)#
At this moment, in Kudo's eyes, she is no longer an eternally youthful actress, nor a member of a dangerous mysterious organization, but a person trapped by the science of prolonging youth.
#CharacterFullnessProject#. The bad ones are truly bad, and the miserable ones are truly miserable. This is the adult world, not black and white.
Kudo vaguely felt that she was no longer an "enemy" but "another victim."
Eternal life is both a blessing and a curse. It seems that Bayonetta's painful mask has finally been revealed.
Kudo felt sorry for Sister Bayonet for just one second, but only for one second. After all, from the information he collected, she really didn't blink when she was going crazy.
Empathize but don't forget that she is a Langmie. After all, she is the protagonist, responsible for justice, and knows how to handle things clearly. #Three views follow the five senses but brake sensitively# This second of heartache is for the philosophical proposition of "immortality dilemma", not for Gin's accomplices. #Precision cutting#
Sister Bei: Thank you, but there is no need to feel bad. Please convert your bad feelings into fine wine. #傲皎の本色主角#
“Some gifts, when you can’t see the end, will become a curse.” Vermouth said lightly, her usual mask of indifference seemed to be lifted in an instant: “If you want to experience eternity alone, even the most wonderful life will lose its appeal.”
Sister Bei opens her mouth like a philosophy teacher, #existentialismcurse#
Kudo feels that the mask of indifference was not taken off by her own initiative, but was "shaken" by her own understanding and Shiho's existence. This is passive vulnerability.
However, in Shiho's ears, the translation of this sentence is: Sister is tired, sister needs Shiho's antidote (physical + spiritual dual meaning).
Q: If Suzuki Sonoko was given the same immortality as Bayonetta, but with the "Eternal Loneliness" debuff, what would she do?
A. Find Shiho and develop an antidote immediately! (Science saves the world)
B. Let's live forever together with Shiho! (Let's go with Tachibana!)
C. Join the Junior Detectives to kill endless time! (Mitsuhiko: Danger)
D. Start a livestream of "The Immortal's Daily Life in Beika Town" and become a top internet celebrity! (Organization: Are you polite?)
When Vermouth said "experience eternity alone", what did she most want to hear Miyano Shiho say?
A. "I...maybe I can accompany you." (Straightforward player, married on the spot)
B. "Shut up! I don't need your sympathy." (Tsundere player, saying one thing and thinking another)
C. said nothing, but silently handed over a cup of hot coffee. (A man of action, hearing thunder in silence)
D. Shinichi: "I see! I totally understand!" (Atmosphere destroyer, please get out)
+1 for Bayley's quote. She is indeed a multifaceted actress and a cultured person.
A walking printer of life mottos (though it's broken most of the time).
Shinichi's posture relaxed for the first time since entering the apartment. He sighed and looked at Shiho, "I came here to warn you, to protect you. Now it seems that what I did earlier was... a bit presumptuous."
Primary school students admit their mistakes.gif
It's not just presumptuous, it's like trespassing into some strange orange-yellow barrier.
Shinichi: I gradually understand everything.jpg (no)
"You only mean well," Shiho said softly, "I appreciate your concern, Kudo-kun."
The name returned to "Kudo-kun".
The kindergarten children have a good feeling.
I'm very grateful, but you'd better leave quickly and don't waste our time together.
The three of them fell into silence. The atmosphere was no longer tense, but rather soft and comfortable...
This was an unexpected truce due to Kudo's understanding of the Miyano family's academic history and scientific research heritage.
Kudo checked his watch and walked over to the coat rack.
Shinichi: I don't feel comfortable. I feel like I'm redundant.
Light bulb, are you finally going to realize your mistake? (Relieved)
"Hmm... I think we can probably hold off on our academic discussion another day," he said as he put on his coat. "The snow's getting heavier. I need to leave quickly before the roads get blocked."
Xue: Okay, that’s it. That’s right, it’s all my fault. It’s snowing heavily. You should leave now.
Now, it is time to get off work, and the snowplow will not start working and spreading salt until tomorrow morning, so if the snow falls too heavily and the snow piles too deep, Kudo will not be able to drive and return home.
Neither of them moved, stood up, or asked politely to keep the guest.
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