Chapter 31: Testing? Or just pure bad taste? Professionalism can make people...
Huibara coughed suddenly to cover up the sound.
The sister upstairs, can't you just be quiet? If you make any more noise, the show will be interrupted.
This cough is a cough of helplessness.
Was this creaking sound made intentionally by Vermouth?
A test? Or just plain bad fun? Betting 50 cents is bad fun; I want to see Shirley panic.
Every time Haibara hides her emotions, her body movements are super realistic, she is the kind of cold and cool person who says, "I'm calm, but I'm panicking."
"Are you ill?" Conan asked, the detective's attention returning to her.
"Dust." Huiyuan said indifferently, "Dr. Agasa's cleaning habits are really disappointing. Now, let's talk about this compound--"
It's a textbook example of forcible change of subject, but it's often effective against a "case-obsessed" person like Conan.
Dr. Agasa: "I'm sitting at home, and the blame comes from the sky. My cleanliness habits mean I don't take the blame."
"Is this poison atropine?"
Huiyuan's inner thoughts: "Hurry up and finish asking questions and leave quickly." The person upstairs is getting impatient.
Although her heart is on the thousand-year-old vixen upstairs, when it comes to her professional field, Huiyuan can't help but be attracted. This is the quality of a scientist.
"That's what the preliminary report says, but the symptoms aren't quite consistent." Conan flipped through the photos. "With your background, you might understand better, I think..."
Conan's words might normally be a testament to Haibara's abilities, but in this context, they're practically stepping into Shirley's trap. One of her "backgrounds" is right upstairs.
"You think I might notice something the police missed?" Huiyuan took over and picked up the phone to carefully check the details.
Although she felt nervous because Vermouth was upstairs, her little head was still processing the puzzle at hand.
This is professionalism. This is dedication. This is also a different kind of "show." On the brink of exposing your loved one (?), you frantically pour out your expertise.
"These markers," she pointed to a section of data, "indicate that this is a modified compound similar to atropine. See how their binding abilities differ?"
Conan nodded: "Could it be synthetic?"
"Almost certainly. And without advanced equipment and expertise, it's difficult to synthesize." She handed the phone back. "You should find someone with a strong pharmaceutical or biochemistry background to use professional equipment to test it and help you take a closer look."
The gesture of handing the phone back was neat and handsome. It had the air of, "I've helped you up to this point. The rest requires specialized equipment, which I don't have. Do it yourself. Don't interrupt my business (my tryst with the woman upstairs)."
But, apart from the instrument, the only person who meets the requirements is Miyano Shiho, right? Is this pushing the issue out of context again?
"I think so." Conan put the phone in his pocket: "Thank you, Huiyuan. This helps us greatly narrow down the suspects."
Alright, alright, Toolman Conan, mission accomplished, time to exit. Hurry and leave before you disturb the "academic exchanges" or "in-depth discussions" that might be taking place upstairs or downstairs.
Haibara's actions not only helped Conan solve the problem, but also successfully (temporarily) stabilized the situation, and indirectly had a "long-distance interaction" with Sister Bayonet upstairs. It was really brilliant.
Although Vermouth did not show up, her aura, accurately exerted through the sound in the corridor, was simply the ceiling of the "oppression of secret love."
Conan didn't move, and began to explain another clue, and Haibara found herself actually listening intently, even though she realized that Vermouth was in her bedroom, probably rummaging through her things with that annoyingly charming smile of hers.
It's quite subtle. Is he flipping through a notebook or smelling a pillow?
Bei Jie: Let me see what style the cute little pajamas are~
While listening to the case, he was worried about the woman in the bedroom. Is this the legendary "being in Cao's camp but heart is with Han"?
"The residue at every crime scene contains traces of a specific accelerant," Conan said, showing her photos on his phone. "But this isn't commercially available; it's probably custom-made."
Conan, do you know that Haibara's biggest "fuel" is now in her bedroom.
"Let me see." Huibara moved closer, her scientific thinking and curiosity taking over.
Scientific thinking: I want to analyze chemical formulas. Love-minded: Is Vermouth touching my underwear?
"This... is really interesting. Judging from the molecular structure, this person must have advanced knowledge of chemistry, and not just follow a recipe on the internet."
Is Huibara analyzing the arsonist now, or is he hinting at the level of danger the person in the bedroom is facing?
"I thought so. If I give you a sample, could you analyze it?"
"Of course." Huibara tried not to look at the clock.
Time anxiety sufferer is online. Every second is torture.
"Great. I'll send it over tomorrow."
As Conan continued to chatter, Haibara felt like she was trapped between two battlefields, one taking place right before her eyes and the other behind her imaginary bedroom door.
A scene of schizophrenia. The pinnacle of multitasking.
Was Vermouth listening? Did she find this little farce amusing?
She must be trying to hold back her laughter behind the door. She loves this kind of "young couple caught by their parents" scene.
Thinking of those all-knowing blue-green eyes watching her performance, Huibara couldn't help but feel a little chilly.
A shameful play where the bad woman who is my secret crush (crossed out) peeped at me.
"...So what do you think?" Conan asked.
Haibara blinked, realizing she had missed a lot of details he had just rattled off.
Conan talked about the case for a long time, but she didn't hear a word he said.
This is probably the daily state of people in love: the body is here, the soul is in the bedroom.
"I think," she said calmly, "you're overthinking it. Sometimes the simplest explanation is the correct one."
Even Occam's razor principle was used. But Huiyuan's current situation was not simple at all.
Translation: Conan, please go away quickly. There is a beautiful woman waiting for me in my bedroom.
Conan frowned. "That's not like you. You usually like to analyze all kinds of complex angles. Didn't you say it's a mental exercise that helps you keep your mind active?"
Conan's suspicion level +100. Where has the usual rational analysis of Haibara gone?
It's scientifically proven that love lowers one's intelligence.
"Maybe I'm tired," Haibara replied, standing up, hoping it was a subtle hint that Conan would get. "It's been a long day."
Max out customer-chasing skills. This hint isn't subtle at all.
Haibara’s inner thoughts: Conan, if you don’t leave now, Vermouth will come out wearing Miyano Shiho’s pajamas.
"Yeah, okay." Conan stood up as well, then paused. "Are you sure you're okay? You look... a little nervous."
Can't Conan just leave quickly? The detective's occupational disease has struck again.
Huibara's nervousness at this moment may have reached the sky.
If only you knew, Huiyuan thought.
I see. I'm afraid I'll be petrified on the spot. Who would believe what Vermouth did in the bedroom?
"I'm fine. Just need a break."
Need to rest (No) Need to go to the bedroom to check on someone (Yes)
This is simply a massive social demise scene. It's really hard for Haibara to deal with Conan while worrying about Sister Bei.
Then, Conan sat down again, as if he hadn't gotten the subtle order to leave, and continued with the professional discussion.
After ten minutes of intricate forensic discussion, Conan seemed satisfied that he had made full use of Haibara's clever little brain.
Then he looked toward the corridor again: "So... on a rainy day like this, you're drinking tea alone at home, right?"
"Lonely, Kudo."
Huiyuan's tone turned cold. "It's a concept you can explore. Solitude usually helps you think more clearly, unlike your nights, which are endlessly interrupted by the drunken chatter of forty-year-old men."
"Actually, yes, speaking of clear thinking." He pulled out his phone and showed her a chemical formula. "Found it at another crime scene. I thought it might be interesting if you took a look at it."
How many cases are there on hand? Tool man Conan continues to be online, delivering materials to the technical master Aijiang.
Huiyuan looked at it carefully, temporarily forgetting her anxiety. Professionalism can make people calm. "This is a variation of a common sleeping pill, modified to work through skin contact. It's very dangerous."
Entering scientific research mode in one second, so cool.
"I thought so too." Conan sighed and said, "Can you synthesize an antidote? Just in case?"
Conan: My super-powered partner, Haibara Ai, is a humanoid antidote synthesis machine.
You are prepared for a rainy day, worthy of being Kudo.
"It will take time. The structures suggest that if the dosage is not appropriate, it could lead to cardiac complications."
Huiyuan maintains a rigorous scientist's attitude towards making medicine. After all, the medicine she made was a bit too harsh on people's hearts.
"how long?"
The client who was urging the manuscript to be completed arrived late. Conan seemed like the boss who was just before the deadline.
“A few days,” she said. “I need to simulate the formula structure first.”
Anything produced by Aijiang must be a masterpiece.
"And I need to see the full report," she said calmly, "but not tonight. I'm...running an experiment and need to be monitored in the lab."
Aijiang: Thanks for the invitation, I'm at Mihua, please don't disturb me, I'm busy—busy having an "in-depth exchange" type of "experimental observation" with the guy upstairs. (pushes glasses)
Inner thoughts: Not tonight, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, it’s a good time to do something else. (Hint)
Conan nodded and finished the tea in his cup: "Thank you, Haibara. I owe you one."
It's a rare moment of sincere thanks to the drum washing machine. Kudo owes Haibara enough to repay his debt for a lifetime, right?
"Add this to your long bill." She replied coldly, still using the common English expression, "add to your bill" or something like that.
The tsundere queen never falls. Huiyuan: My favor account book is thicker than the Xinhua Dictionary, so this one is not a big deal.
Conan paused and said, "You look a little different today."
Oh wow. Finally got to the point. The insight of a great detective.
The washing machine discovered a blind spot. Straight man radar sometimes flashes with inspiration.
"Yeah?"
Haibara: Stay calm and don't panic, it won't be a big problem.
The phrase "really?" can have a thousand meanings: a question, an evasion, an expectation, or perhaps... an attempt to hide something.
"Looks... a little nervous. Like he's waiting for something."
Precision strike. He's actually reading the air. Kudo, tell me the truth, have you secretly taken micro-expression psychology classes?
Are we waiting for the next "feeding" or "teasing" from Miss Bay? (Here's a toast.)
Isn't this the classic state of a young girl (bushi) waiting for news from her beloved? It's just that this beloved is too high-level.
Huibara raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'm just tired of playing detective with elementary school students even on my days off. Aren't you tired too?"
The stubborn level 10 scholar Huibara Ai: I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense, I just want to take a vacation, don’t cue me.
She is not tired of detective work, but misses real life.
"Maybe." Conan's sharp eyes swept across her pretty little face, "But if something goes wrong——"
Conan: I don't trust you, but if you're in trouble, I'll definitely help you.
"It's okay," she interrupted. "Go solve the murder, Kudo-kun. It's what you do best."
Aijiang: You don’t have to worry about my business, but you can’t stop your “eternal primary school student” business.
Queen-like order: Go away, go away, don’t disturb me and that bad blonde woman.
A kind of declaration of independence for women: "I carry my own battles, and you solve your murders." Too cool, huh?
Sending him away is also making room for another person.
"Go solve the case" = "I'm going to fall in love, bye~"
After hesitating for a moment, Conan nodded.
Conan: Okay, women's hearts are like the sea, so I'll let you go for now. Call me if you need anything.
Then, after a pause, still uneasy, he said, "You do look a little nervous. Are you okay?"
The detective's intuition is still very accurate, but the direction is completely wrong, hahahaha.
The eternal elementary school student's radar is activated: "There is something wrong with you." But you will never guess that Ai-chan has a thousand-faced movie queen hidden in her heart.
Conan: Why is her face so red? Could it be the latest side effect of APTX4869? (The scientist is confused)
Ai: Of course I’m not paying attention. My heart has long been on the blonde sister upstairs. Thank you.
"Okay, just tired. The case at the cafe took longer than expected."
Huibara didn't realize it herself, maybe she spoke too quickly.
A textbook on human behavior with a guilty conscience.
Coffee shop.
Oh, yeah, yeah, why did you have to mention the coffee shop?
Conan: You fainted in the coffee shop? Huiyuan: I didn't faint, I was mesmerized by a beautiful woman.
At this moment, in Dr. Agasa's house, Haibara and Conan were discussing the organization's affairs on the first floor, while one of the most powerful members of the organization was lazily staying in her bedroom upstairs.
Doctor: Is my house a vegetable market? People come to visit every day, and now you have a mistress? (Shedding tears of a tool)
Element perception: Dr. Agasa's house = safe house for organization members (No) Ai-chan and Bei Jie's love nest (Yes)
Haibara's mind was in a tizzy. Vermouth, that Vermouth, was in her bedroom. Just a few feet away. The absurdity of this was hysterical. If Conan knew... the thought was unbelievable.
Besides, she just blew up her truck.
Conan was clearly about to leave as she had both explicitly and implicitly suggested, but she just had to bring up the topic and brought up the cafe this afternoon.
Miyano Shiho, who has an IQ of 180, stumbled.
Conan adjusted his glasses, his sharp eyes swept across her pretty face, and he said frankly: "I heard about what happened in the cafe today. Officer Takagi called me."
Conan: I suspect you're up to something, and I have preliminary evidence. (But it's no use.)
Takagi: I am just a ruthless reporting tool + intelligence transfer station.
What a pity, this sharp gaze can't penetrate the barrier of love, nor can it see through Ai-chan's little thoughts.
Huibara maintained a calm expression, her poker face icy as icebergs: "Nothing special, just a small matter that Officer Takagi needs help with."
Ai-chan: Oh, it's just a small scene. Stay calm. I can win. As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed. (Except the guy above)
The Queen's composure. Inner thoughts: Send this little steamed egg away quickly, or the guy upstairs will come down and physically clear the place.
Conan poured himself some tea. After all, it was the doctor's house, mi casa su casa (my home is your home). "Officer Takagi said you were involved in a lot. Haibara, this is not like your usual low-key style."
Conan: I may be small, but I'm very thoughtful and I like to keep a notebook. My spies saw everything you did today.
A precise strike exposes Huiyuan's "homegirl" persona.
Ah, isn't this the Haibara Ai who usually refuses to go out for activities? Why is she suddenly so active? Could it be...
Haibara met his gaze calmly, "Perhaps my evolution has exceeded your narrow expectations, Edogawa-kun."
It exploded directly.
“Evolution.” That’s a wonderful word.
From escaping to facing, from being isolated to integrating, from being afraid to... falling in love.
This is not evolution at all, it is clearly an abnormal reaction stimulated by the "catalyst" of love.
"Oh, by the way, Officer Takagi said you were a great help." Conan's curiosity was obviously aroused: "About the hidden wartime film? He said you were very smart."
"Oh, it's just a simple historical reasoning and basic cryptography problem." Huibara said nonchalantly, but in her heart, she naturally agreed with Takagi's assessment: "This is not something that the great detective Kudo Shinichi would be interested in at all."
"Give it a try," he challenged, raising an eyebrow and settling more comfortably in his seat—making it clear he intended to stay.
Haibara suppressed a little panic and began to give a professional explanation of the case, adding a lot of scientific terms and historical details that were actually unnecessary, hoping that these boring words would make Conan's detective thinking feel bored.
Sure enough, after she started talking about the chemical composition and degradation laws of invisible ink during World War II, Conan's attention began to wander.
After all, she is a serious professional scientist, not a Hawaiian technical school that combines education with entertainment.
"...This is why the phenolphthalein reaction only produces a magenta color change under specific alkaline conditions." She laughed inwardly and continued, "The pH gradient is..."
"Okay, okay," Conan interrupted, holding up his hands in surrender. "I get it. Anyway, you solved it chemically."
"It's actually biochemistry," Huibara corrected seriously. "There's a big difference between the two."
Then, Huibara gave him a condensed version of the afternoon's events, leaving out much of the story and omitting any mention of a helpful, pretty, bob-haired American tourist named Tina.
At the same time, part of her brain was on high alert, listening for any movement from Tina upstairs.
Silence reigned. Either Vermouth was an extremely self-disciplined master of hiding, or perhaps she simply enjoyed this feeling too much.
Maybe it's both.
"I also heard about a case in which an American tourist happened to be in the right place at the right time? That's really a coincidence." Conan took the initiative to mention Tina.
Conan's special sentence translation: There is definitely something wrong here.
"American Tourist" - Sister Bei: Yes, that's me, codenamed "Chris Wynyard, a caring citizen passing by." My hobby is watching Shirley-chan panic. (Elegant smile)
Beika Town Law: There is a crime scene every three steps, a mysterious transfer student every five steps, and a "coincidence" every ten steps.
"Sometimes there are so many coincidences in this world." Huiyuan answered vaguely, and suddenly realized that Vermouth upstairs might have heard some words of their conversation.
"And the tourist you mentioned just helped translate some evidence related to Ireland during World War II. Her Japanese was surprisingly good."
Aijiang: I said "coincidence" but I was panicking inside. I also had to keep an eye on the mood of the big guy upstairs. It was too difficult.
Sister Bei (eavesdropping): Oh? Shirley's praising me. Not bad, not bad. A teachable child. (Sips red wine) Tina, that's a great vest. I'll use it next time. Good Japanese? Haha, I'm fluent in eight languages, so I'm not bad at basics.
Bei Jie Aijiang's silent extreme pulling is comparable to slacking off under the boss's nose and pretending to work seriously.
Conan put down the cup, a look of suspicion still on his face. "Oh, by the way, World War II treasure hunt? Did you find anything interesting?"
"It's not complicated actually. It's just identifying some simple encryption methods from decades ago." Huiyuan regretted expanding the topic.
So she decided to just throw it all out. "The real question is, why aren't you at the cafe solving cases with us? Didn't the Junior Detectives invite you?"
A classic debate technique: when you don't want to answer someone's question, start attacking the other person.
"I was busy with other things at the time." Conan was uncharacteristically evasive. "But regarding that case, did an American tourist just stop by to help?"
As expected of a master detective, he could sense something was amiss even at the slightest sign. And despite feeling guilty, he still persisted in focusing on his joint issues.
"It's not the same thing."
One of Haibara's iron rules: Don't explain unnecessary words, just say the key points you want to say.
"Maybe." He took a sip of tea thoughtfully. "What do you think of this tourist?"
The old elementary school student started to ask questions, and his eyes became increasingly complicated: I want to see how you evaluate your "mysterious tourist".
Holmes Cole is online, and Watson Ai is here to take on the challenge.
Why does the tone sound like: Do you like her?
Haibara thought for a moment, then continued succinctly, "Observant. Intelligent. Annoying."
A textbook example of a tsundere trifecta. Translation: She understands me so well, she's so smart, she's so annoying (but I love/care about her so much).
"Disgusting"—circle this, this question will be tested. The more you say you dislike it, the more you care. The subtext is often "She's so good at it, I can't handle it anymore." (Wild Psychologist Online)
Observant + smart = on par with her, annoying = emotional online warning.
The third word is the key.jpg
The law of like repels like holds true, and the love flag has been hoisted.
Conan smiled. "It sounds like someone has made a deep impression on you."
Kudo: The plan worked. The fish took the bait. Smiling broadly, he was mentally taking notes.
The detective's intuition: There's something big going on here.
After all, being able to describe Ai-chan with three words is quite something. Especially the last word.
Huibara's hand stopped on the refrigerator door: "She knows something about the history of World War II. It's just a coincidence."
"Coincidence? By the way, what's her name?"
"I didn't ask." Huibara took out the dessert box that Akai Shuichi had sent her yesterday from the refrigerator and pretended to be interested in the cheesecake inside. "She's just a tourist. She's probably on the Shinkansen and halfway to Kyoto now."
Conan moved closer, and Haibara could sense his detective instincts kicking in. "How strange. An American tourist who happens to know about wartime encryption technology and happens to be in the same café where the phonograph, the clue to the treasure map, is located?"
There is only one truth. But we never know how many unspeakable secrets are hidden behind this truth. (Especially those of Ai-chan and Bei Jie)
"Strange things happen every day." Huiyuan said, "You should know this most."
After all, this is Rice Krispie.
Conan: "From Takagi's description, I feel something is amiss. She helped with the case. She also knows a lot about Japanese history, which is unusual for a tourist."
Oh no, this disguise is about to be exposed like a sieve in front of Conan.
"Maybe she's studied Japanese history," Huibara replied, reluctantly pouring him another cup of tea. "Not everyone who comes to Japan is only interested in taking cherry blossom selfies."
Haibara: Conan, you are a straight man, how can you understand the elegant taste of literary tourists?
Conan narrowed his eyes. "What a coincidence, isn't it? An American woman who is well versed in historical codes actually appears in Rice Flower."
Conan brand reflective glasses, there is only one prelude to the truth.
Beika Town Law: Coincidence? No. All coincidences are either artificial or necessary for the plot.
"An American woman who is well versed in the codes of history" has too many elements, and directly points to a certain fangirl (crossed out) actress with many faces.
"Tokyo is full of tourists, Edogawa-kun," she replied calmly, "Not all of them are foreign tourists. They are members of the organization."
Directly cueing the most unlikely plot development. It sounds like a joke at first, but it's actually the truth. Haibara's steady and calm tone puts even diplomats to shame.
There are indeed many tourists in Tokyo, but there is only one person who can decipher the code and is proficient in metal oxidation.
Subtext: "Although I know who you are talking about, I just won't admit it. What can you do to me?"
Haibara: Please stop using the protagonist's halo to stalk my CP, thank you.
"Maybe," he admitted. "But be careful. This feels a little... off."
Conan's "something's wrong" radar is more accurate than the weather forecast.
Steamed Egg Intuition: The air is filled with the smell of gossip and danger (and dog food).
However, he didn't know that the abnormality was called "a sign of love."
Then, Conan narrowed his eyes slightly and added, "Besides, I feel like you're defending her from the implication between the lines."
Conan: I know countless people, and your little tricks can't be hidden from my glasses that can see through everything.
"I'm applying Occam's razor. The simplest explanation is usually the correct one." She put down her teacup. "Besides, I thought you and Mr. Maori were investigating the tavern case."
Occam's razor principle: When Huiyuan needs to lie, she will use it as a shield. The truth is often the simplest, but she chose the simplest lie.
Then, he quickly changed the subject. This skill, maxed out, is like a primary school student avoiding homework.
Famous scene: Conan's silent reasoning time VS Haibara's brainstorming crisis public relations.
Aijiang's inner OS: This little steamed egg's CPU is going to burn out again. If I don't interrupt him, the person upstairs will probably come down and unplug the power cord.
"We did go to investigate the case, but—" Conan paused, "Takagi said, and she...seems to be particularly interested in you." Conan narrowed his eyes, "Did you sense any strange feelings from her?"
Conan's squinting eyes are terrifying. Fortunately, Huiyuan is a woman who has seen a lot.
Elementary school student: She's well-versed in Japanese history, and she has bad intentions towards you. She must be trying to poach Ai-chan (a talented researcher).
The truth is out. Sister Bei's interest in Ai-chan is extraordinary. She wants to pack her bags and take her home.
"Strange feeling"? That's the feeling of love. The feeling of a fluttering heart. It's the throbbing of an adult that you, a perpetual elementary school student, can't yet understand.
"Like any foreigner who comes to travel and tries to integrate into Japanese culture, seeing cute elementary school students makes me want to speak a few more Japanese. It's not surprising at all." Huibara still had a poker face and said lightly.
Ai-chan: Haha, what kind of scene haven’t I seen? (Inner thought: I can’t make this up anymore, help me, Sister Bei.)
“Trying to fit in”—does it mean trying to fit in into your life, your bed, your future?
"And what was that person's name? Miss Tina? She took her statement and left. She said something about jet lag and wanting to find a real coffee shop, not one that's always used as a crime scene."
Huibara continued to ramble on, her special talent being trolls: "These tourists who come here to show off their knowledge of Eastern culture. But after a week, their attention spans are as short as a dragonfly."
After complaining, she leaned against the refrigerator, yawned, and stretched a little. "Anything else? I have a serious experiment to do. Unlike some people, who seem to treat solving crimes as an extracurricular activity."
Conan blushed slightly: "Hey. And I heard that she is very beautiful, the kind that can be seen on the cover of Vogue magazine. I just... feel a little strange, that's all."
Still want to continue talking about this Tina with bob hair.
Huibara placed a cup of tea in front of him and thought to herself, this is such an obvious order to leave. Since you still don't leave, then I'll just annoy you and drive you away.
"Actually, I'm glad you came. I've been analyzing the poison samples from the Murakami case and I found something interesting."
Here it comes. The ultimate weapon for academic masters – divert your attention with knowledge.
Conan: Damn, she tricked me.
Ai-chan: You're a famous detective, right? You like cases, right? Come on, I'll give you a whole new job. I guarantee you'll forget everything you just thought about.
"A cup of tea" might have contained a "really fragrant" potion, making Conan unable to stop talking about this topic.
This wave of operations can be called a "dimensionality reduction attack by a top student". It uses professional terms that you don't understand but think are very powerful to make you lose your memory instantly.
As expected, Conan's attention was immediately diverted, and his detective instinct was aroused: "What did you find?"
Tool Man Conan: Case. New clues. My soul of reasoning is burning. DNA is stirring violently.
As expected of you, Kudo Shinichi, you switch from emotional gossip mode to case analysis mode in a second, seamlessly.
Ai-chan: The plan works. Playing the famous detective is so easy.
The joy of crushing others with intelligence is so simple and unpretentious.
As Huibara began to describe a fictitious compound in detail, she silently thanked her scientific background for allowing her to improvise technical terms that sounded real.
Aijiang: Thanks to my career as a scientific researcher, I have mastered the skills of "talking nonsense seriously" and "writing paper abstracts on the spot".
"Fictional Compound" - "On the Self-cultivation of Academic Elites: How to Make Up a Terrifying-Sounding Scientific Term in Three Seconds and Fool a High School Detective".
Huiyuan, the center of the Ke Xue girl group: I have been a professional writer of drug stories for thirty years, and I make up stories on the spot without any preparation.
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