Chapter 19: Backseat Play, calm and composed in the verbal battle, or...
Huibara got into the taxi, and the narrow space was immediately filled with Vermouth's pheromone (crossed out) perfume, the same one she used in New York.
The gears of fate begin to turn BGM.
She is crossing the line, collaborating with the enemy, and pursuing the mystery without the protection of Conan or the Junior Detective League.
However, she couldn't deny the excitement and sense of guilt that came with danger. It was completely overwhelming. Did she awaken some strange XP? (Hellraiser) #DangerousAttraction #TheBudofForbiddenLove
The taxi was driving on the rain-slippery street, the wipers moving in a monotonous rhythm, one by one.
In the privacy of the back seat, Vermouth's presence was suffocating, her perfume, her warmth, and the subtle aura she exuded effortlessly.
She's a walking hormone transmitter. #Ambiguity makes people suffer #Adults' tug
Huibara still felt vaguely uneasy about her sudden appearance, and she felt that she seemed to have missed some clues in the cafe just now.
She lowered her voice and asked in English, "You didn't come to Japan to solve some World War II history mysteries in a coffee shop."
"I might be missing those interesting conversations we had." Vermouth's moist lips curled slightly. "New York seems like a long time ago, doesn't it, Shirley? I remember that night. Your research was quite...thorough."
Although this was not the first time that Zero Frame mentioned New York, Huiyuan still felt her cheeks getting hot.
Eighteen-year-old Miyano Shiho, the memory of that night in New York, the fierce confrontation (physics) in the hotel, is something she desperately wants to forget.
Before I could answer, there was a loud thunder outside and the rain got heavier and heavier, turning into a downpour.
"Your police officer friends seem to obey your orders." The woman with the bob haircut leisurely admired the expression on her little face, then changed the subject to a lighter one.
Yes, in this globally civilized and safe town of Mihua, chatting with elementary school students about police officer friends and cases is a very relaxing topic.
With the driver by her side, Vermouth was able to resume her broken tourist accent. Although it was completely fabricated, it perfectly restored the original accent of a tourist who had only learned it for a few months. "Especially that Takagi. He looked at you like you were a genius."
Takagi: Thanks for the invitation. I’m used to being shown off my IQ by all kinds of great people every day.
"Indeed I am." Huibara replied dryly, "Or have you forgotten my academic achievements, Vermouth?"
Ai-chan: Just a genius, not worth mentioning. (Tsundere face)
"Academic achievements" refers to the 18-year-old medical doctor, the chief developer of APTX4869 (and also the victim).
However, Haibara was puzzled. They could obviously speak English, and the driver would most likely not understand, but Vermouth insisted on speaking poor Japanese.
Maybe she thinks it’s suspicious that a seven-year-old can speak fluent English?
Little did they know that Vermouth was just being dramatic and wanted to speak this kind of tourist-style Japanese.
Play, just play.
The disguised actress raised the corners of her charming lips slightly: "Sulli, I haven't forgotten anything."
Bei Jie: I have written down everything about you in this little notebook, including your measurements (not really).
This nickname of the winery still makes Huibara feel a chill in her heart.
The driver in front of the car: This kind of unspoken tacit understanding is very "airy". Understanding the air is a science.
Haibara told herself that this was just an experiment, but it didn't involve chemicals and test tubes.
Scientists' DNA has been moved: everything can be experimented, including love (dog head).
Experimental subject: Vermouth.
Experimental topic: On the elements of attractiveness of dangerous women and their impact on heart rate.
Huiyuan: I, 19-year-old Miyano Shiho, am not lusting after her body. I am doing scientific research. (Seriously)
She tilted her head, watching the raindrops streaming down the taxi window, counting every second she couldn't afford to waste. (Is it the limited time she has with Bayonetta?)
Next to her, in the reflection of the glass, sat a blonde shadowy figure, her posture impeccable. Against the blurred backdrop of the distant cityscape, her profile was exceptionally perfect. She was indeed a professionally trained actress (in terms of radiant charm).
"That scene just now was really well-acted," Huibara said casually, her eyes never leaving the window. "Helping Officer Takagi solve the case while pretending to be an ignorant American tourist. But the accent was a bit thick."
The most deadly thing is to complain seriously, the Queen's beating.
Is this some kind of elementary school compliment, first downplaying then praising? No, this is flirting. Absolutely.
Translation: Sister, you are so great, but I just don’t say I like you, humph.
Vermouth chuckled softly, "Oh? I think my Vermont accent is quite convincing."
Bei Jie: This little cutie is quite knowledgeable and knows how to give me a way out. I am really touched, thank you.
"It's quite dramatic." Huibara curled her lips.
In conclusion, the implication is: You are a drama queen.
"Coming from you, little scientist, I take it as a compliment." Vermouth turned slightly and looked carefully at Huibara's reflection in the glass, instead of looking directly at her.
The two of them, clearly so close in the back seat of a taxi, refused to simply look at each other, insisting on looking at each other through the reflection in the glass. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, no matter how smart you are, you can't break through the entanglement of a gay man.
Vermouth said calmly, "Though I must say, watching you deduce the next clue is truly... impressive. You could make an excellent detective if you wanted to."
Continue not to look directly, look at the reflection, the extreme pull of high-end players.
Bei Jie: My Shirley (Shiho) is not only first-rate in scientific research, but also in reasoning. Proud face.jpg
Huiyuan curled her lips: "Necessity will force people to adapt."
Ai-chan: There's no other way. Living in Mihua, life is forced. If you don't evolve, you'll be eliminated. (Tsundere turns his head away)
"Indeed." Vermouth's voice dropped to a whisper, "Shiho."
Whisper play, Bayley, you're so good. Foul! Yellow card warning.
Chinese translation: Vermouth blew air into her ear with a bubbling sound: "Little~fairy~"
A surge of electricity surged through Huibara's heart. She refused to back down, refused to let Vermouth succeed. Instead, she turned around and looked directly at the Hollywood enchantress.
A is up. Queen versus queen, sparks fly. This wave is a head-on clash.
"No," she said in English.
The word "no" contains so much pride and struggle. It is a textbook example of saying something insincere but acting in a righteous manner.
No what no? Don't you want to stop? (Manual dog head)
Chinese translation: No (if you flirt with me again, I will give in).
“What are you doing?” Vermouth’s smile suddenly turned dangerous. “Won’t it remind you of the true face of this child under the mask?”
Sister Bei's smile is pure and lustful, both luring and killing. The crescent moon on her lips? Could it be a fatal scythe?
She is worthy of being the queen of many faces, her professional ability (referring to flirting with girls) is top-notch.
Sister Beijie is good at PUA... no, she is good at psychological warfare. Every word she says is a crazy test of the bottom line.
"Ah, Miss Wynyard, you're truly a Hollywood star, living off the fantasies of fans around the world."
About the couple I support feeding each other lemons
Haibara Ai style venomous tongue fast charging exceeded 1000% for the first time.
Vermouth, who has always been full of self-confidence and good at interpreting everything from the perspective that is most favorable to herself, felt amused when she heard this. Oh my! Her Shiho-chan is actually jealous of the fans?
The thickness of the filter of Sister Beijie can withstand direct hits from RPG.
Chapter 9 of "On the Self-cultivation of a Film Queen": How to Translate Harsh Words into Sweet Talk.
Vermouth's Reading Comprehension: Nobel Prize-level Over-interpretation.
Huihara twirled her tea-brown, slightly curly hair, and the ends of her hair brushed across her cheeks, bringing with them a light scent of shampoo.
The unsolved mystery of Beika Town: Are scientists secretly developing "Killing Girl Shampoo" in the laboratory?
The sales of "The Temptation of Tea Hair" topped the ranking of Beika Town Bookstore.
Gray originally wanted to use this action to highlight her confidence and indifference, but she didn't expect that in the eyes of Vermouth, whose body language skills are professional, oh no, PRO max level, it would be another kind of flirting posture of a little girl.
A dimensionality reduction attack. A bronze player was killed on the spot for using a skin in a King of Glory game.
Beihua Town's "About the Scientific Research Genius Being Critically Attacked by a Max-Level Boss in the Love Battlefield"
The girl's comic filter is automatically loaded in Sister Bei's eyes.
"Perhaps, in the eyes of those men and women, you are a captivating legend, the muse of their dreams, but in my opinion..."
Haibara tirelessly continued to deliver her heart-wrenching manifesto. Every word struck directly at the very edge of Vermouth's dual identity.
The words "bewitching" were pronounced so strongly that it was as if lemon juice was mixed into the APTX4869 antidote.
As for the so-called "Muse in the dream", could it be that a scientist who is actually nineteen years old revealed some secret dream that was boiling in the beaker last night?
"You are nothing more than another typical socialite in the entertainment industry, Miss Wynyard, who has relied on narcissism to maintain her vanity for decades."
Poisonous tongue. Haibara Ai style.
Pay attention. This woman is called Ai-chan.jpg. At this moment, she is activating the "APTX4869 Mouth Cannon Version" skill pre-swing.
King bomb. This wave of AOE directly puts Sister Bei on the list of "outdated female celebrities re-employment training class".
The word "you" is based on the Japanese kisama, which can be used in different contexts and tones to translate to "you scumbag" (likely a person or something). (The translation team was delighted: "Finally, we found a chance to use a martial arts film-specific term like ru scumbag.")
The evolution of language is always interesting. "Noble" was originally a written honorific used by the samurai class, but it gradually spread to the common people.
Just like the Black Organization, which went from being a mysterious, terrifying and suffocating villain to a tragic journey of being reduced to a "winery".
In Japanese, "ki-sama" has long lost the respect it held among samurai in the past. It has gone from a high-ranking honorific to a sarcastic remark used in street arguments today.
And the five words "decades like a day", this precise age critical strike, is likely to trigger Vermouth's "Wrath of the Immortal" ultimate move.
Beijie's age alarm: beep. Detected the 250th age meme attack. Activating the "I'm forever 29" defense program.
But then again, isn't the person who remembers her real age the one who cares about her the most?
The tsundere's thousand-layer routine: scolding people on the surface but actually giving them sweets.
"About the Time My Rival Secretly Marked My Birthday" - Tsundere's Observation Notes. Is this considered a stalker? Urgently waiting online.
Moreover, his sharp tongue skills increased by two times today, because he was not facing the cute little idiots in the detective team.
When you meet a worthy opponent in chess, your tongue will be sharp; when you meet a close friend in wine, a thousand cups will not be enough.
This couplet should be mounted at the entrance of the organization's secret base, with the horizontal banner reading "Love and Kill Each Other".
Q: What are the possible answers for Sister Bei?
A. "Ah, the kitten scratched me" (suddenly close to my face);
B. "Compared to some elementary school student who never grows up..." A video of Shiho Miyano wearing bear pajamas from 10 years ago was played on the spot (a counter-attack on the age joke);
C. Direct wall-dong + face-pinching kill;
D. Suddenly took out the APTX4869 antidote: Do you want to try growing old together?
On Haibara's side, all her complaints have been used up. If we were to say who is the happiest person this month, it would be Conan Edogawa, who is usually the one who suffers the most from Haibara's complaints.
If Edogawa-kun knew, he would definitely note this date. Don't worry about your own death for the rest of this month, after all, the scientist's sharp tongue CD has entered its cooldown period... Of course, except for Vermouth's special attack mode.
The meaning of Huibara's attack was clear, both in her words and in her actions. No matter whether she was the glamorous Sharon on the stage or the mysterious Vermouth off the stage, as long as she was in front of the camera, on the red carpet, or even in an interview, if she used a little trick and said something that made people blush and their hearts beat faster, all the fans in the world, both men and women, would scream wildly for her.
But, hum, it was Haibara Ai, no, it should be Miyano Shiho, who didn't buy her account~
Therefore, I hope that Miss Wynyard, who has an overly good self-image, can wake up from her unrealistic fantasy as soon as possible.
However, what Haibara said finally touched Vermouth's sore spot...age.
The bold Huiyuan insisted on stroking the tiger's whiskers.
You're asking for death.
You know, Vermouth's age is a taboo that even Gin dares not mention.
What kind of person is Gin?
Taking someone's life amidst a hail of bullets is as easy as taking something out of a bag. He is skilled in using a wooden stick and is good at hitting Heisei's Sherlock Holmes.
But in front of this actress with a thousand faces, Gin looked like a silver wolf with its claws cut off, without his former majesty.
It is said that he was once so bold and reckless that he secretly ridiculed Vermouth about her age.
His purpose in doing this seemed to be to obtain information related to APTX, under the pretext that it was a work requirement.
It can be seen how stressful the Black Organization's year-end assessment must be, forcing a long-haired male killer to delve into office politics.
How should I put it, Gin can be considered as the pillar of the Black Organization, working hard and wholeheartedly.
However, no matter how diligently Gin works at the distillery, how could others easily discover the secrets of Her Majesty Queen Vermouth?
So, later on, somehow, he, Gin, who was so wise and brave in Vodka's heart, and who was proficient in all kinds of martial arts except the stick skills of attacking from the rear and who always advertised that he never failed, suffered a severe loss somewhere.
So Gin, the feared senior member of the Black Organization, suddenly became honest. He no longer dared to bring up Vermouth's age, and even when talking to others in private, he never mentioned it.
Of course, no one and no evidence said that the secret loss was related to Vermouth.
The so-called perfect crime is like that of Ms. Chris Wynyard...she can shave Gin's head and make Vodka take the blame.
After all, such a long silver wig (third tone) is somewhat inconvenient to wear. If the wig suddenly falls off while he is holding a submachine gun to show off, it may trigger a frenzy of screenshots from the audience.
It's so skillful that she kills without shedding blood. Vermouth's "traceless revenge technique" is so amazing that even the FBI has to learn from her.
A genuine loss.
Gin's misery is no worse than a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain; Vermouth's cruelty is no worse than passing arsenic with a smile, killing people without shedding blood.
Vermouth's little trick and the way she took revenge were really enviable.
Thinking of this, Huiyuan felt a little scared. If Vermouth's methods could silence Gin, then for her to deal with herself, especially now that she was just an elementary school student, would be as easy as crushing an ant.
That woman was talking to him with a smile just now, but who knew how many knives were hidden behind that smile.
And what I just said, which directly mocked her age, was simply dancing in her minefield.
Haibara, who keeps jumping on the edge of death, is awarded the title of "Little Expert in Courting Death".
More than just dancing?
It's like tap dancing on unexploded bombs in spiked shoes.
If Gin knew, he'd probably be laughing wildly in the warehouse next door: "Finally, someone's more suicidal than me." I want to see how Bayonetta cruelly punishes Shirley, leaving her in a state of suicidal suicidalness. Here we go.
At this moment, Huibara clutched the corner of her clothes tightly. Vermouth gave her a mischievous look, a half-smile.
Haibara thought to herself that the best case scenario was that Vermouth would get angry and run away, jump out of the car on the spot, and never come to see her again.
The worst case scenario, Huiyuan couldn't imagine...
Will it be three days later: the mysterious transfer student Chris Wynyard II will land in Teitan Elementary School.
The next day, the headline in the Rice Flower Express read: "Shocking! Talented Girl Becomes Hollywood's Exclusive Doll Pendant." (Big Mistake)
Q: Where did Haibara learn her sharp tongue from?
A) I got infected with Conan’s reasoning-style complaints.
B) He secretly learned the art of using sarcastic language in the organization.
C) Read "The Self-cultivation of the Venomous Female Protagonist" for many years
D) It is actually the side effect of APTX4869, duplicity syndrome.
Fortunately, the taxi was almost in Ginza. Vermouth seemed to have selectively ignored what Huibara had just said.
Just pamper her.gif
The car slowed down. Huibara reached for her wallet, but Vermouth held her hand.
This woman, every move is a premeditated teasing. What do you call that? It's called a precision strike.
Wallet: I was so scared, I thought I was going to be robbed. It turned out to be wholesale dog food.
“I insist.” Vermouth said in English, handing the driver a few brand new large-denomination banknotes, “Just consider it as entertainment expenses.”
The boss is online. So sweet.
"Entertainment expenses"—who should be entertained? How should they be entertained? Let's discuss this in detail. (Handing over the microphone) FBI WARNING!
They walked into the rain, Haibara opened her umbrella, and Vermouth simply turned her face to the sky, letting the water droplets fall on her perfectly applied makeup.
Huihara: A delicate girl, holding an umbrella when it rains.
Bei Jie: Even in the rain, I'm breathtakingly beautiful. A woman walking in the rain (a compliment). Sister, I'm not soaked in rain, I'm soaked in loneliness... and confidence. Also, my waterproof makeup is expensive.
This visual feeling can be selected as one of Conan's top ten beautiful (sexual) shots.
"If you get caught in the rain like this, it will ruin the makeup you spent hours on." Huibara said coldly.
Concern may be delayed but it arrives. Although the tone is cold, I am still worried.
My makeup is smudged, how can I seduce... or even carry out my mission? What if Conan sees me without makeup?
"Some things are worth destroying." Vermouth lowered her eyes and looked at Huibara, "Don't you think so?"
What are these "somethings"? Like mental defenses? Like organizational rules? Like worldly perceptions? (Starting to write a 10,000-word essay)
They stared at each other. Their eyes were drawn. Sparks flew like lightning. The air was filled with the smell of pheromones (crossed out).
Chinese translation: For you, let alone a mere makeup, even if the whole world is destroyed, this sister won’t frown.
Haibara didn't want to argue, so she just stuffed the umbrella into her hand. After all, according to the height difference, it should be Vermouth who was responsible for holding the umbrella.
Vermouth took the umbrella with a smile, and there was a smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Huibara hummed secretly, and quickened his pace with his short legs.
Vermouth smiled even more happily, walked gracefully, and held the umbrella steadily.
Along the way, not a drop of rain fell on Huibara's little body.
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