Chapter 17 Historical Knowledge Reserve Hollywood Enchantress's Next Move...
In the cafe, Huibara observed all this with calm detachment, her mind simultaneously processing the case and the increasingly dangerous mystery sitting across from her.
Ai-chan: The CPU is burned out, half to the computer, half to the beautiful (crossed out) badass sister. #MultitaskingMaster#
Vermouth still perfectly maintains her disguised image of the baby-faced American tourist "Tina". While playing the role of a curious baby asking Takagi about the Japanese police's case handling procedures, she glances at Haibara from time to time.
This wave of operations is the ceiling of the fishing system. On the surface, she used the shell of "Tina" to discuss business with Gao Mu, but in fact, her eyes never left Ai-chan. It's probably saying: "Kitty, look at me, ignore others, I'm much more interesting than the case~" (dog head)
One person plays multiple roles, playing with different identities. Being able to have a secret "crush conversation" in public is the pinnacle of skill.
"If these antiques are part of a code," Sato said, spreading photos of other stolen items on the table, "then we have to identify the pattern."
These photos were just sent to me by colleagues via their phones, and then printed out on the spot. So the Metropolitan Police Department's office equipment is really keeping up with the times, allowing for on-site printing using Bluetooth-connected color photo printers, rather than the old-fashioned fax machines?
On the table, in the photo, is a brass compass in an ornate box, a leather-bound notebook with a silver clasp, and a Bakelite radio, all from before World War II and related to diplomatic or military figures.
A set of three old items, with a sense of age.
"Can I take a look?" Huibara asked politely as she folded the photo.
They are old acquaintances. She asked this question just to be polite in front of outsiders. She knew that Sato Takagi would naturally let her see it. After all, the KPI was counting on her.
She arranged the photos according to the date of theft, with clear logic, showing the true nature of a top student.
"First the compass was stolen, then the notebook, the radio, and now the phonograph."
Mitsuhiko leaned over the photo and said, "Technically speaking, these are all communication or navigation tools."
The Junior Detectives' IQ leader (one of them) is online. I can immediately see the similarities. Applause.
"You have a good observation." Vermouth praised, speaking in a charming and charming tone, which unsurprisingly made the little boy blush.
"The compass guides the way, the notebook records the information, the radio transmits the message, and the phonograph plays the sound."
"A spy tool," the old man, who was watching the phonograph, added with great excitement. "It is said that Lawrence Connery established an underground intelligence network before leaving Japan."
The old man knows it all, right? "The tools of a spy" are essential elements of the scientific worldview. Is this excitement about filming "Mission: Impossible - Beikacho"?
Huiyuan's scientific and logical mind rejected this movie-script-like idea, but she couldn't deny that this pattern existed: "If these objects are markers, they may contain clues to the next target."
Ai-chan: I, Miyano Shiho, am a scientist and I don’t believe in metaphysics...but this model, well, seems interesting.
Case-solving radar activated. As expected of a former organizational researcher who'd read three hundred ABO articles (crossed out), he was very sensitive to the word "mark."
"Or, the ultimate prize." Vermouth added, with a subtle tone in her voice that only Haibara could hear.
I got it. What kind of encrypted communication is this? The dedicated channel is locked.
Bei Jie: My riddle is only for you. Everyone else? Go to bed.
Their eyes met across the table, a subtle tacit understanding flowing between them. Huiyuan felt the dangerous resonance again. Sparks crackled in the air.
"Gears." Huibara suddenly had an idea and turned to Takagi and said, "Can I take another look?"
Ah, the world of science, the gears of fate have begun to turn. (Old-fashioned but effective)
Officer Takagi: Okay, Ai-chan, no problem. (The tool man attribute lights up again)
He handed over the small piece of metal. Huiyuan examined it carefully under the lamp, tilting it towards the light. "There's something engraved on the inner circle. It's very blurry."
Ai-chan is looking for clues under the light, with a beautiful face and built-in soft light filter.
The key clue is coming. Where is the magnifying glass, the magnifying glass of the Ai Palace?
Sherlock Holmes once said: "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." Huiyuan understands this well.
Vermouth walked over to her and leaned over to look. Their shoulders touched, causing Huiyuan to shudder and recall the past.
This touch is a physical approach, but also a test of psychological defenses. Was this intentional or accidental?
"I saw it." Vermouth whispered, her soft breath caressing Huibara's cute little cheek, "Numbers."
This whisper is definitely a foul-level ear-killing: Little sister, sister has good eyesight, let me help you take a look~ (the tone gradually becomes perverted)
"Coordinates?" Huibara asked, feeling the distance between them very clearly.
Physical distance: Negative.
Psychological distance: being stretched to the limit.
Ai-chan: Dangerous. But...it doesn't seem that repulsive? (whispering)
"Or the date." Vermouth thought, pointing to the mark above, her finger seemingly inadvertently touching Huibara's small hand: "Do you see how it's grouped? 12-24-41."
Fingers touching fingers, Bayonetta is so sexy and flirty. Who can resist this? Ai-chan, hold on. No, don't hold on. (bushi)
Sister Bei: Look, this is the puzzle I solved for you, do you like it? (Speaking the most seductive words in the most gentle tone)
Officer Takagi is standing next to him: Who am I? Where am I? Why am I eating dog food here?
"December 24, 1941," Huiyuan translated. "After the Pearl Harbor incident."
As expected of Ai-chan, she has a solid knowledge of history. I instantly thought of the key points.
Historical events. Pearl Harbor. This case has a complex background.
Q: Facing Bayonetta's smooth "shoulder touch + ear blowing + fingertip touch" three-part flirtation, Ai-chan's inner thoughts at this moment are most likely:
A. Calm and analytical. She's the queen of the organization, and everything is just an act. (But her perfume smells so good...)
B. Danger. Run. This woman is poisonous. A sugar-coated bullet. (Damn, why are my legs a bit out of control?)
C. Scientific Analysis: Heart rate increased by 15%, adrenaline surged by 20%... Conclusion: This person is extremely dangerous and requires immediate physical isolation. (But her fingers are so soft... it's okay to touch them again...)
D. (Inner screaming mode) Help! She's flirting with me again. I really can't help it. (Beware. But... a few more flirtations wouldn't be a problem...)
Huiyuan narrowed her eyes, watching Vermouth chatting with Takagi, and thought to herself, Conan is wrong, she and Vermouth are really different people. (Conan: Ah, right, right, anyway, you two are the best match.jpg)
Vermouth is the kind of person who is so lively that she can fly to different places in the world within a week, dress up as different people, and simultaneously carry out several complex and brain-burning long-term tasks that require years of management. She is a person with high energy and high power.
For example, for several years in a row, he pretended to be Akai Mutake and hung around the MI6 gate, hooked Akai Mary, and then fed her A drug mouth to mouth (the key point is wrong and Huiyuan didn't know about this.)
The Black Organization's time management master can publish a book: "How to Live 24 Hours Like 72 Hours"
Super e-person.
MBTI test result: ENTP (debator personality): Filling the world with chaos is my gentleness (bushi)
Vermouth's schedule leaked: Monday assassination of a politician, Tuesday pretending to be a bride, Wednesday playing hide-and-seek with Sulli, Thursday and Friday off (?)
Friday's real itinerary: Post a TGIF selfie on Instagram with the location of Hawaii (organizational expense version)
In a sense, she could be called a world-class sea king of the Black Organization's mission execution. This schedule, and the twists and turns involved in every long-term mission, was even more complicated than the molecular formula of APTX4869.
Vermouth flew across half the world to Tokyo, probably on an organized mission, but he had to circle around her little millet flower three more times.
Passing by Rice Krispies but Having to Walk on the Catwalk
The purpose is unclear.
But nothing good ever comes of it.
Translation: This woman flirted with me.jpg (Grayfield Ai's defense value +999)
As for Huibara, she can stay in the same place for a whole week.
It was her beloved laboratory, and then she only did one thing: tinkering with the experiments that she designed from start to finish.
He studied silently and executed quietly, with the laboratory door half-open. The midday sun slipped in from the high window, creating a mosaic of light and dark on the ground, as if someone had overturned a chessboard.
Super i person.
i-man's ultimate form: using the laboratory as a cyber boudoir.
See: "i-Person Happy House User Guide": 1. Lock the door 2. Hang an "Experimental" sign 3. Ignore a certain blonde beauty (failed)
Sometimes, the kids in the detective team would insist on dragging her out to do some tricks that first graders would find fun and not too tiring, such as solving the top ten unsolved mysteries of Teitan Elementary School with scores, but she always looked reluctant and did it reluctantly.
"About the time I was forced to play house with a real elementary school student" (But Ayumi was worth it.)
Haibara's social energy bar: 0.1, or 100 (only for Ayumi)
Ayumi was a very noisy child, chirping like a little sparrow that had just learned to speak.
Thinking of Ayumi, Huiyuan glanced at her, her mouth showing disdain, but a hint of smile flickered in her eyes. The ultimate secret of tsundere.
In short, she absolutely does not want to get involved in those complicated psychological games designed by Vermouth. (The flag has been set, waiting for the real scene)
About Aquaman's insistence on hooking up with the lab geek girl
You know, the Black Organization's best skill is probably to turn "absolutely not" into "have to", and finally into "can't help it".
"On Bayonetta's Three-Stage Hunting Rules" can be applied for as an intangible cultural heritage of Beika Town.
In Vermouth's games, participants are often mentally controlled by her, and the result is either physical death or mental breakdown. In short, they can never recover.
List of known victims: Dr. Arata’s family, Judy’s first half of life, and Gin’s last conscience.
Known Vermouth Danger Level: SSS+
Haibara Ai's defense value: max.
"Christmas Eve during the war." Huiyuan heard Vermouth's voice sound a little familiar. "Imagine that night, at the cocktail party of various diplomats, the secrets about the world war were exchanged."
She looked at her, and for a moment, the two of them were slightly united in their curiosity about solving the mystery. Huibara found herself unconsciously acquiescing to Vermouth's kindness.
"The question is," she said, "is what happened that night worth sending someone to steal antiques eighty years later?"
Haibara: Ahem, let’s get back to the topic. We are doing a serious mystery show (wanting to save face).
As expected of Ai-chan, she turned the ambiguous atmosphere back to the suspenseful scene in a second.
Eighty years, how big a secret would that be?
"Maybe..." Vermouth began to speak, but was interrupted by Yuantai's excited shout.
Sister Bei: I just prepared some sweet words... (The spell is interrupted)
Yuantai: Who else but me can destroy the atmosphere?
At the crucial moment, there are always elementary school students interrupting. The laws of science are true.
"I'm so hungry. Can we eat cake and solve puzzles together?"
After the atmosphere of cooperation between the two was broken, Haibara and Vermouth pulled a distance of one body length apart.
Just as the barista was serving the refreshments, Sato's phone rang. As she listened to the call, her expression grew serious.
"Another theft has occurred. A report has just been received at an antique shop in Ginza. An old Leica camera, manufactured around 1940," she said.
I don't know if she was discussing the plot with Takagi, or secretly reporting to Haibara. After all, the two of them have worked together before, and she is quite familiar with Haibara's reasoning ability and knowledge of chemistry.
"The camera is still the same tool," Mitsuhiko said. "It's used for visual recording."
Yes, that's very rigorous. Humanoid Auto-Roaming Encyclopedia, Mitsuhiko-kun, continues online.
"The thefts are getting more and more rampant." Gao Mu looked at his watch and said, "This is the second theft today."
Takagi: Today is another day of overtime (corporate slave smile). The crime rate in Beika Town is a hundred years ahead of the world.
However, if you think about it carefully, you might be shocked. There are only two cases in Beika Town in one day? The public security is really good today. (dog head)
"It seems those people are getting closer and closer to what they want," Huiyuan said, several different possibilities running through his mind. "This pattern and speed indicate that the situation is escalating at an accelerated rate."
It usually means that you are not far from the boss, or that you are not far from getting some sweets (evil smile).
"Let's go to the photo studio," Sato decided, gathering his things. "Takagi-kun, let's go."
Officer Sato's action is max. A woman like the wind.
Takagi: Got it. Wife (crossed out) Sato-san is always right.
"Ah~ Then what should we do?" Ayumi asked, and there was obviously a hint of disappointment in her cute loli voice.
Ayumi acted coquettishly: Our young suicide group wants to go too.
Elementary school students are never absent from the crime scene. This is the basic law of the Science Universe. However, this universe is a yuri version.
"Children, it's time for you to go home," Gao Mu advised gently. "It's getting late, and the rain is getting heavier."
Takagi Wataru, the last conscience of Beika Town (but it is useless).
Takagi: I tried to persuade them, but they didn't listen. Don't blame me. (feeling wronged)
The three members of the Junior Detective Team protested one after another, and each of them insisted that the existence of the detective team was crucial to solving the case.
Haibara was silent, her eyes fixed on Vermouth, who was watching the scene intently, her face barely concealing the evil pleasure (gossipy, watching the show face).
Ai-chan: Stare... (This woman is quite interesting)
Sister Bay: eating melon seeds and watching a show.jpg, and by the way, admiring the calm and beautiful profile of my future (?) girlfriend.
The quarrels among elementary school students are a daily occurrence in the show, but the eye contact between Haibara and Bayonetta is the highlight.
As the young detectives struggled to avoid leaving, Huibara felt her heartbeat quicken.
Soon, she would be alone with the senior member of the organization.
"I should go too."
Vermouth said in a poorly translated Japanese with an American accent, "My hotel is in Roppongi, and my dinner reservation is late."
She picked up her clutch, an expensive designer piece that went well with her "Tina" disguise and could hold the one or two hidden weapons that Huibara suspected she never left without.
Sister Bei: Today’s teasing target has been completed, let’s call it a day.
The dinner in Roppongi sounds very luxurious and implies financial resources.
"I'll take you to the station," Huiyuan said suddenly, surprising even herself. "I'm on my way home."
Ouch! A straight shot! What's this? Something's wrong. Very wrong.
Because Haibara felt that Vermouth's claim of going to the station was just an excuse.
Even if a Hollywood actress with a multi-millionaire fortune doesn't drive, she'll probably take a taxi, right? She won't be cramming into a train like the average Tokyo salaryman.
Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly, not knowing whether it was a sign of affection or the beginning of a plan, and smiled: "That's great, but I don't want to trouble you."
Bei Jie's inner OS: Oh? The kitten finally couldn't resist and wanted to stick to her?
"I don't want to bother you" (Subtext: Come bother me. Bother me hard.)
"No problem," Huibara insisted, her tone clearly indicating that this was not a polite request, but a request for a private conversation.
Awesome, queen behavior.
Is this the beginning of the "Moonlit Chat at the Station" dungeon? Or is this the exclusive ritual of confession night?
The highest level of ambiguity is to turn sending someone home into a psychological game.
After all, the case will always end, and ambiguity is the unsolvable mystery of life.
On rainy days, on the farewell road, the ambiguity of Beika Town will never end.
Question: When Haibara offered to take Bei Jie to the station, her true thoughts were closest to which of the following options?
A. Dr. Agasa's newly invented "Absolute Stopover Navigator" has forced you to follow this route. If you don't follow it, you will be electrocuted.
B. As a former member of the organization, his professional ethics necessitated close monitoring of suspicious (and attractive) Black Party cadres.
C. The rain is falling so hard today, and I just want to walk with this beautiful girl under an umbrella, and hopefully bump shoulders or something. (But judging by the style of the recent Conan TV series, with the height difference, I think the only option is shoulder bumps or knee bumps.)
D. Oops. It's a heart-pounding feeling. My subconscious is telling me: Hurry. Create a chance to be alone. Get her.
Choose D. It has to be D. Go, go, go.
The crowd disperses, Takagi and Sato head to the camera shop, and the Junior Detectives reluctantly agree to continue their investigation tomorrow.
Chinese translation: A new case will be triggered tomorrow.
There is no "case closed" in the dictionary of the Young Detectives, only "halftime break".
Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are (referring to the Mihua murder case).
"Ai-chan, is your return home okay?" Ayumi asked as they were about to leave. "The rain is getting heavier."
Ayumi, the little angel really cares about Ai-chan. However, she doesn't know that there is a really bad woman standing next to her Ai-chan.
Moreover, the rain created the atmosphere. It fell well and beautifully, creating a perfect claustrophobic space for the two of them later.
Beika Town Weather Observatory: The probability of precipitation today is 100%, and the Black Organization refresh buff comes with it.
"It's okay." Huiyuan replied, "You guys go first, I have to go buy some things later."
Here they come, the top 3 classic excuses for science: “I’m still busy”, “I suddenly have a stomachache”, “My dad taught me in Hawaii”.
Chinese translation: I'm going on a date with my girlfriend, you third wheel please get out of here.
"Buy something" (referring to some dangerous and charming extreme tug-of-war with Vermouth).
The language art of sorrow: buying things = dealing with the winery's troubles.
Huibara doesn't want to involve the three little ones. The winery is really dangerous, and Vermouth is a real killer. This is not an ordinary case of choosing one from three fishing lines.
Chinese translation: The difficulty of the elementary school student's rice flower daily copy and the organization copy are not in the same server, so don't mix them up.
Yes, this is not a daily story, this is a love story, all idle people please go away.
Moreover, they encountered two cases in the cafe today, but Ayumi was not taken hostage. Haibara felt very lucky.
Ayumi: I didn’t complete my KPI today, and I wasn’t kidnapped. I feel like something is missing.
Ayumi took her little hand and shook it: "Ai-chan, do you want to go together? It's safer."
Hand-Hand Attack ~ HP-10086! "On How Loli Body Language Can Break Down Iceberg Defenses"
Be safe (meaning stand with the top killers of the Black Organization).
Ayumi, kid, your definition of "safety" is a little off.
At this moment, Vermouth: Auntie's smile.jpg, inner OS: Little boy, guess what the sister next to you Ai-chan is doing?
Vermouth watched with amusement from the side, pursing her lips to hold back her laughter.
She loves it.
Beijie's aunt's smile.jpg starts~
"No need. Aren't you going to the bookstore to buy Kamen Rider's latest limited edition notebook?" Miyano Shiho (mini version), the woman who is hunted by the Black Organization every day, remained calm.
You accurately grasp the psychology of primary school students and divert them with their favorite two-dimensional peripherals. You are worthy of being you, Dr. Miyano.
Chinese translation: Go buy your millet and leave me alone.
Ai no Precision Strike: Using 2D peripherals to break the 3D entanglement
"I...I can not go to the bookstore. Do you want to go with me?" Mitsuhiko was worried. If he couldn't buy the limited edition, he couldn't buy it.
Mitsuhiko, you are willing to give up the limited edition for your goddess. That is true love.
However, he didn't know that Ji Ji's love rival was the extremely beautiful blonde sister next to him who pretended to be innocent (sad).
Guangyan, run! If you don't leave now, not only will you not be able to buy the notebook, but you will also be forced to eat dog food.
Huiyuan smiled and loaded Shirley's business-specific skin: "You guys go first. I have something else to take care of on the way."
This smile is the smile of the adult Miyano Shiho, with a little bit of alienation and comfort.
"Things to deal with" (referring to Vermouth).
Handle it along the way = and the winery witch's rain mood (not)
She let go of Ayumi's hand and looked at her raincoat. Thinking of how Ayumi loved to jump in the rain wearing her various cartoon-style raincoats, she couldn't help but remind her, "Be careful not to step in puddles."
She herself had been caught in countless rains and seen countless blood, but she wanted her children to walk on dry roads.
This is Ai-chan's gentleness, the warm current hidden under the iceberg, the kind of "existential care". Even though she knows that the world is absurd, she still chooses to give small and specific kindness.
Raincoat Observer Huiyuan: The usage frequency of Ayumi's Pikachu version has been recorded +1.
"On How Tsunderes Use Physical Defense to Express Emotions" - Jung read it and called it an expert.
Ayumi had no choice but to agree and shook her hand goodbye reluctantly.
The last stubbornness of the Buai Party!
Ayumi: I always feel like Ai-chan is going to be kidnapped by a bad woman...
Visualization Research Report on Separation Anxiety in Human Pups
Bu Ai's farewell special effects: cherry blossoms falling behind + slow motion X 0.5 + face-to-face special effects.
Huiyuan waved lightly, a hint of coldness and distance in her expression. She had always been a master at parting.
Miyano Shiho's whole life was about saying goodbye.
Vermouth looked at her and felt that this small body was full of stories. It was as if she could see a long shadow called the past dragging behind her.
Huiyuan watched the three little ones walk away, her expression softening for a moment. She liked this ordinary daily routine, but she also knew that she might never be able to truly become one of them.
Yearning for light, yet aware of being in darkness. This is probably the tragic core of Miyano Shiho.
It’s not that she doesn’t love, it’s that she doesn’t dare to love. She doesn’t dare to get close to the sun, for fear that the shadow on her body will dirty the sunlight.
Then she found herself and Vermouth standing under the awning of a coffee shop, watching the rain form rivers along the gutter.
There are only two of us left in the world.jpg
The rain curtain is a natural barrier that separates them from the whole world.
“Oh my.” After the two were alone, Vermouth completely discarded her fake Japanese accent as a translator. “This dear little scientist is such a con man. Those kids completely believed you.”
Once the translator's tone is reduced, his true nature is exposed. This is a signal that only takes off the disguise in front of specific people, and it is a symbol of intimacy.
Doctoral dissertation topic: On the semiotic significance of Vermouth's multiple voices in measuring the closeness of interpersonal relationships.
Beijie's skin switch ~ Organization's witch voice pack is online!
The translators are gone! The authentic Thousand-Faced Witch returns~
Huiyuan curled her lips and said, "I have learned something from the best people."
Although this sentence is said in Japanese, it is actually a fixed sentence pattern in English, which means I learned it from you.
Textbook-level flirting! These words of love are eight hundred levels higher than Shinichi's.
High emotional intelligence: I learned from the best.
Low emotional intelligence: I learned all this from you, an old witch.
Vermouth smiled. Her beautiful profile looked charming and dangerous at this moment. "Ah, Shirley, is this a compliment? It's really unexpected."
"Don't call me that." Huibara said in a low voice. Although she knew they were alone, she still looked around cautiously. "What are you doing in Japan?"
"Maybe I just miss those exciting conversations we had," Vermouth replied, leaning forward slightly. "The snow in New York feels like a long time ago, doesn't it?"
When mentioning New York, Huibara's cheeks flushed again.
A year ago, when she was still Miyano Shiho, eighteen years old, before she took APTX-4869 and shrunk down to the size of a child, she met Vermouth in New York. One drink after another, and then...
"That was a mistake." Huibara said coldly.
“Really?” Vermouth showed a leisurely and charming smile: “Why do I remember that you were quite excited about our mistake…”
The rain was getting heavier, and Huiyuan's mood also became gloomy: "If you are here to kill me, then end it quickly."
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