Chapter 13: Antique Gramophone, standard for Beika Town NPC.
Hearing the old couple's tireless chant of "hot stuff," the barista's mustache twitched with excitement. "Sir, I assure you, none of our antiques have been moved at all."
Barista: Newcomers don’t know the rules, but I’m a professional at passing the buck.
"What happened?" Mitsuhiko asked, his detective instinct immediately activated and his DNA started moving.
As soon as they open their mouths, a side storyline is triggered. The Juvenile Suicide Group is always on the front line of watching the melons, or rather, solving the crimes.
Mitsuhiko, the future Superintendent of Police (if he can survive to that day).
Takagi, professional as always, walked up to the barista and the old man. "What are your questions, both of you?"
The most naive police officer in Beika Town is online. Professional (tool man) Takagi Wataru, who can be moved wherever he is needed.
Is this because you think overtime is not enough?
This plot is triggered in the cafe where the Junior Detectives are. Although Conan is not there, Haibara is there, so it is the beginning of the light luxury four-choice. Maybe Haibara's presence will also accidentally trigger the winery line.
But Takagi must be happy to be able to work overtime with Sato. The two of them lingered in the cafe doing paperwork, probably waiting for this moment.
The old man turned to Takagi. Although he was in plain clothes, his expression was quite authoritative. He immediately showed a look of relief. "Yes, officer. The antique Edison phonograph on the shelf was there yesterday, but it's gone today."
Authoritative (Takagi Limited Edition). Megure: ???
An Edison phonograph? Sounds like it would be worth a lot of money.
"Are you sure the phonograph was still there yesterday?" Takagi asked, taking out a small notebook.
Takagi's standard little notebook is one of the unsolved mysteries of Beika Town. How much can it record?
Takagi: Let me tell you, what kind of new type of non-locked room theft is this?
"That's right. My wife and I have been coming here every day since it opened. That gramophone is from 1905, a genuine antique. I was admiring it yesterday and was planning to ask the owner if he could sell it."
The barista shook his head. "I've been working here for a week, and I don't recall a phonograph ever being on the shelf."
Ahhh, the new barista. Perfect alibi (physical) and perfect suspect (information gap).
My blind guess is that this barista is Kid in disguise (bushi, just persecuting Kaito on a daily basis).
"It's right there," the old man's wife agreed. "It's an Edison Standard Model A, a classic speaker. It's in such good condition that it's worth at least 500,000 yen."
Our professional grandmother will provide you with the model, features, and valuation.
500,000 yen. How many cups of Café Poirot's special blend can you buy with that?
After the Japanese bubble economy era, people's obsession with antiques and luxury goods is evident (forced sociology).
Haibara watched as Takagi began to take notes. The Young Detectives enthusiastically wandered around him, obviously wanting to participate in this heart-wrenching mystery.
But Vermouth did not leave, but observed the scene with a detached interest. She also leisurely ordered another cup of tea and drank it elegantly, as if she was watching a slightly entertaining street performance.
Ai-chan: This group of energetic elementary school students... (inner thoughts)
Junior Detectives: Officer Takagi, look at me. Let me do it. We're professionals.
Bei Jie: Oh, the hustle and bustle of mortals. This tea is good, another cup.
The calmness of the actress with many faces is as if she is watching a farce unfolding in her own back garden.
The scene is like this: on one side, the world is in chaos, and on the other side, the goddess is calmly drinking tea and watching the show.
"Aren't you curious?" Huibara walked over and asked her calmly, lowering her voice so that it was drowned out by the noise, making it easier for them to whisper and flirt with each other.
Ai-chan strikes. A direct probing shot. As expected of you, Miyano Shiho.
This atmosphere. Suddenly, it switched from a daily reasoning show to a mainline spy war yuri drama.
The corners of Vermouth's charming lips curled up slightly on the rim of the cup. "About a missing antique? You know, this is not my area of expertise, Shirley."
This smile is so A.
Codename "Shirley" warning. The air freezes instantly.
Bei Jie: My specialties are stirring up trouble, disguising myself, infiltration, and... playing with cats (referring to Ai-chan). What's a 500,000 yen thing? Can you afford me that?
When Huiyuan heard her call her code name, her heart went cold: "Don't call me that." She lowered her voice and said, "Tell me the truth, what are you doing here, Vermouth? Why come to Tokyo now?"
This low voice and this sense of tension can make you imagine a 10,000-word mini-drama.
Warning: The ambiguous atmosphere has been successfully dispelled by the code name "Sulli".
Ai-chan is furious. PTSD is about to set in. What is she trying to do? Is this fate guiding her, or is there something else going on?
Haibara: If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t play psychological tactics.
However, sometimes, ambiguity, like a mystery, is a psychological game in which whoever confesses first loses.
However, in the Conan world, confession is easy and love is difficult.
"Maybe I'm a little nostalgic." Vermouth replied in a low voice, "It's been a year since I left New York. Don't you miss it?"
Chinese translation: "Xiao Shirley, it's been a year since we last met. Don't you have any nostalgia for our in-depth conversation that night in New York?" (dog head)
This subtext, wow, is worthy of Vermouth.
Although Haibara tried to remain calm, her cheeks flushed. "That was a mistake."
Unfortunately, Mihua’s proud mistakes are usually followed by “It smells so good”.
"Really? You didn't think it was a mistake at the time...
Vermouth (with a devilish smile): "Oh? You said no, but your body's reaction and expression at the time were very honest, little liar~"
Huibara frowned, and with her IQ of 180, she was thinking about how to complain in order to break the infuriating and confident expression on the woman's beautiful face.
"Ai-chan." Ayumi's voice was so cute that it cut through the tense atmosphere. "Officer Takagi said we can help investigate the missing phonograph."
The destroyer of the ambiguous yuri atmosphere, Ayumi, is now online.
Chinese translation: Ayumi (full of energy): "Haihara. Stop hanging out with that weird pretty blonde auntie. The case. The case is more important."
Haibara stepped back, grateful for the little cutie Ayumi's interruption: "Coming, Ayumi-chan."
Haibara: Phew, I'm saved. (wipes sweat) Ayumi, you are truly my timely savior.
Vermouth laughed along with her: "This should be fun."
Vermouth (laughing meaningfully): "Oh, the troublemakers are here too. Things are getting even more interesting. My little Shirley, you can't run away."
Sister Bei has a calm attitude of watching the fun without minding the trouble.
The investigation progressed bit by bit in the typical chaotic atmosphere of the Junior Detective Team.
Genta speculates that the phonograph was stolen by a customer who is crazy about vinyl music, while Mitsuhiko begins to carefully examine the shelves for fingerprints using a handkerchief and a bottle of hand sanitizer instead of regular forensic tools.
Always out of the situation, and always on the front line of "solving the case" (causing trouble).
Mitsuhiko: I don't have Conan's tranquilizer gun, but I do have Conan's same reasoning mind. (And a simple version of the crime scene investigation kit: handkerchief = gloves, hand sanitizer = luminol reagent?)
"Typical chaotic atmosphere" = elementary school student-level fantasy + serious play-house search.
Sato was questioning the college student who had been at the bar, but the student insisted that he had been concentrating on studying and had not noticed anything unusual.
College student: "I was studying, really." (Classic suspect line template from Science fiction)
"This shop has only been open for a short time," the barista explained, nervously twirling his mustache. "The owner collects antiques and displays them in the shop as decoration. He's not in Tokyo today, though. He won't be back until tomorrow."
Twirling the beard, a classic and tense little action, is a standard feature of Beika Town NPCs.
A new store + antiques + the owner away from home = the perfect crime scene.
"Is there any surveillance video?" Sato asked professionally, his sharp eyes scanning the ceiling, looking for cameras.
Chinese translation: Sato: "Confession will be lenient, surveillance is evidence." (Inner OS: It would be better to have a high-definition close-up of the □□)
“There’s one next to the cash register,” the barista said hurriedly, “but I didn’t capture that wall.”
Standard ending. Another blind spot for surveillance. It belongs to the traditional performing arts of Beika Town.
Chinese Translation: Barista: "Yes, it does, but it sensibly avoids key areas, focusing on guarding against gentlemen rather than villains, and it doesn't hinder the development of the plot."
Gray Principle was drawn to the empty shelf and examined it carefully. His detective radar activated.
The surface of the shelf was covered with a thin layer of dust, but a clear rectangular outline was clearly visible, and it was obvious that something had been placed there not long ago.
As expected of the developer of APTX4869, he observes meticulously and it is basic operation.
Chinese translation: Huiyuan (inner OS): This familiar dust science, the same as Sherlock Holmes's ash taxonomy, this classic contour method, everything points to one truth... There used to be a big treasure here.
"The phonograph must have been here once," she murmured to herself.
Ai-chan: There's only one truth. (Although I might not have fully grasped it yet) According to the law of conservation of energy and the law of conservation of matter... No, based on the traces at the scene, the phonograph must still exist in this space in some form.
"I agree." Vermouth's voice came from behind her, very close. "Did you notice the wear marks on the wood? There's something heavy there that's been there for a while."
Is Bayonetta using the mute cheat? Or is she teleporting?
Not only can she disguise herself, act, ride a motorcycle, but she can also conduct on-site investigations. This terrifying actress with a thousand faces is just that terrifying.
Wear marks = basic scientific skills. Marks on wood, plot advancement artifacts.
After all, Bayonetta has a wide range of interests, and she is a fan of both the Black Organization and mystery.
Huiyuan glanced up, a little surprised by her sudden interest. "I thought this wasn't your area of expertise."
Huiyuan's inner comments: "Shouldn't you be back at the Black Organization, plotting some epic conspiracy or just slacking off? Why are you even focusing on a minor case like this? Why are you even into hardcore mystery? How can a top international criminal known for espionage and assassinations also know traceology? Your scope of expertise is quite broad!"
Subtext: Are you trying to do something weird again?
Vermouth shrugged gracefully and blinked her big eyes: "Shirley, I have many surprises."
Quotes + elegant posture online: "Little fool, my goodness, my ability, there are many, you will slowly understand in the future ~"
Facing Vermouth's sudden approach and ambiguous lines, Haibara suddenly remembered that among the rumors and gossips about members in the organization, Vermouth, as a top female star, was born to attract trouble and had a gossip-absorbing effect, so she was naturally the eye of the storm.
According to gossip, when Vermouth is carrying out a mission, her best skill is to grasp the softest rib in human nature, pinch it gently, and listen to the crisp sound of the soul shattering.
The mission could be completed with one shot, but she insisted on going around in circles for eight hundred times.
There is nothing special about it, just "I am happy", "I like it", and "I get it".
Because of this behavior, Gin often complained about him.
Yes, Gin’s poker face was actually one of Shirley’s message trees.
Beneath the appearance of long silver hair, there is the soul of a gossip transit station. No wonder Vodka always says that his brother is reading "The Art of Communication" recently.
From this perspective, Sulli used to be a bit like a young version of Vermouth in that she took advantage of even the slightest emotion from the people around her.
These three words "youth version" may one day become a bad fate: "the tricks my sister taught me, I must use them on her." (Bad, but I want to see it~)
These two people are simply a deadly twin.
One treats the human heart as a puppet, shaking it in his hands; the other slices the emotions and observes them carefully under a microscope.
Haibara suddenly remembered what Conan said, saying that Vermouth was a bit like herself.
But she felt in her heart that they were not the same kind of people.
She shook her head secretly to clear the chaotic thoughts in her mind, then raised her head again and met Vermouth's hazy eyes with a smile.
Vermouth tilted her head, revealing her signature Hollywood actress smile, her red lips slightly curled up, as if to say: Shirley, the expression on your face is really funny.
The curve at the corner of her lips looked gentle, and her eyes seemed affectionate, but Huihara felt that it was as cold as the moonlight in the coldest days of winter.
It made the second daughter of the Miyano family want to forget the snowy night when she was eighteen years old. Who was the first to lower his eyelashes and look for the answer on her lips?
You can check whether "selective amnesia" is one of the side effects of APTX4869.
And... the woman in front of her seemed to have done something... something more than psychological or eye-aggression to her. Something... physical.
The mosaic of science is being generated, and the silencer of Beika Town is activated (ding...)
As the name suggests, the Shogakukan series, which is serialized by science, is intended for younger readers. Therefore, it's impossible to draw...
Gosho Aoyama withdrew a storyboard. At this time, the Young Detectives suddenly interrupted the casting, and then eighteen searchlights were blurred.
Question: What does "Special Experiment Record" No. 520 in the Black Organization's secret files refer to?
A. New poison testing B. Human body mechanics research C. Lipstick ingredient analysis D. White coat tensile strength test
That's different, Huiyuan thought.
At that time, for that incident, the already adult Miyano Shiho was also... willing, and even in the romantic corner of her heart, she secretly added fuel to the flames.
Regarding the aloof scientist who cut open a strawberry and found it was a strawberry daifuku
"Don't call me that anymore." Huibara narrowed her eyes and whispered with an angry cute baby face.
After all, calling code names is too dangerous.
"Well, then, what should I call you?" Vermouth said affectionately in her broken Japanese, "Shiho? Or do you prefer Ai now? Tell me, which one is the mask and which one is the real one?"
"Shiho" or "Ai"? What a deadly question. But coming from Sister Bay, it's so sweet. Is this flirting? Definitely flirting.
Think carefully, Masaka, how many unknown "name plays" have they had before?
Is the mask meant to see through Huiyuan's heart, or to make her "unprotected" in front of him? (meaningful.jpg)
Vermouth raised her eyebrows and looked at Haibara. She always admired strong souls, and the seven-year-old child in front of her was showing a new kind of perseverance and very vital power.
It is not the coldness cultivated by organizations, nor the rationality of scientists, but an increasingly pure sense of control over life.
Q: When Sister Bei asked Huiyuan, "Then what should I call you?", what was her true thought:
A. It's purely polite and I want to know which name the other person prefers.
B. To organize tasks, it is necessary to confirm the code name for convenience.
C. I just want to tease the cat (crossed out) and play with Huibara. It’s the funniest thing to see her blushing and her heart beating fast.
D. Honey, tell me your most intimate name, just like we did in the New York Hotel~ (full of hints)
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