Chapter 50: Elegant Questioning The child is anxious, the child wants to know your gourd...
"But you're taking such a risk... just for what? A chat? A trip down memory lane?" Huiyuan shook her head. "I don't believe you."
Huiyuan's inner thoughts: "Just to come to my house to see me and tease me, you're willing to give up your life? This love-brainedness is comparable to the couples I'm obsessed with."
"Don't believe me?" Vermouth leaned against the countertop, scrutinizing Haibara with her usual sharp gaze. That posture, that look, that tone... Was she here to do some dirty work? Was she here to pose for the cover of Vogue?
"So what do you believe? Am I here to kidnap you? Kill you? Or lure you back to the dark side?"
Here we go, the classic three questions from a villain. But coming from Bayley, why do they sound so much like flirting?
A. Kidnapping B. Killing you C. Abduction D. All of the above E. Just wanting to flirt with you (Single Choice)
Standard answer: E. Definitely E. (Slamming the table)
The atmosphere between them shifted from confrontation to one of increasing complexity and ambiguity. Huiyuan turned away, busying herself with boiling water, needing this simple task to steady her thoughts.
Boil water again.
One leaned leisurely on the countertop, like a queen inspecting her territory; the other one pretended to be calm while fiddling with the kettle, but was actually in a state of panic.
As the water boiled, a familiar concept from social psychology suddenly emerged in Huiyuan's mind:
Careers that require a quiet savior posture often attract covert narcissists, such as psychologists, teachers, medical workers, and anonymous philanthropists. They want to save humanity without asking for anything in return and without wanting to be noticed.
Key point: Longing for rescue, unwilling to be noticed. Isn't this the woman who said, "I'm just an ordinary elementary school student," while staying up late to make the antidote and, in the process, saving the detective team from danger?
Huiyuan's kindness is always hidden beneath the deepest layer of ice.
The original intention of "seeking eternal life" is very spiritual, but the result is a buggy drug that can restore youth. This KPI is really distorted.
Essentially, she was atoning for her sins. She was atoning for the "sins" she had no control over, the "sins" she had committed at the hands of the organization. This mentality was actually a variation of self-punishment.
But what is Vermouth?
Overt narcissist.
Those characters who stand at the top and attract everyone's attention: celebrities, leaders of various organizations, top business tycoons... They are actors under the spotlight, enjoying the feeling of being watched, worshipped, and feared.
Vermouth, a woman codenamed "Absinthe", is a typical master of performance - she disguises herself with countless masks, manipulates everything in the dark, but makes everyone think that she is just a Hollywood actor.
Vermouth: My life is a cross-dressing show in the Conan universe.
Haibara and Vermouth have different paths, but both crave control deep down. It's just that she hides in the shadows for redemption, while she enjoys destruction on the stage.
Light and shadow are two sides of the same coin, one controls the fate of cells in the laboratory, the other controls the fate of people on the stage.
Huiyuan suddenly felt unsure which category she belonged to. Or perhaps...she had never actually left the stage, but the audience had already dispersed.
Her stage, where her parents and sister should have been sitting in the audience...now, there was no one.
Huiyuan raised her eyes and met Vermouth's gaze. Her blue pupils were like the deep sea, and Huiyuan could clearly see herself in them.
At this moment, what is the most likely real thought in Vermouth's deep eyes?
A. I really want to rub this kitten with its fur standing on end.
B. Interesting soul, it is indeed my Sherry.
C. Are my contact lenses a little dry? I need to try a different brand.
D. She was afraid, but not completely afraid, damn that desire to win.
Choose A for Bayley.
But the most likely answer is D. The showdown between adults is so simple and exciting.
Huibara didn't look at her, her gaze falling on the mist of the cup of tea in front of her, which blurred the expression on her face.
"I was just thinking about the correlation between career choice and personality traits." Her voice was steady, as if she was reading an academic report, and it was a textbook example of arrogant defense.
Translation: "What are you looking at? I'm not thinking about you. I'm doing serious academic research, huh."
As expected of a scientist, he switched back to thesis defense mode in a second and protected himself with the barrier of knowledge.
It can be called "academic avoidance." Can this be called cowardice when it comes to matters involving intellectuals? It's called strategic diversion.
The calm Huihara talks about academics but thinks about comments.
"Oh?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows and picked up the teacup.
This "oh" could be called the "scientific version of the danger sound." Raising an eyebrow + drinking tea = double the queen-like aura. The visual effect is perfectly captured.
"There's a view in social psychology," Huibara continued, her tone calm but her words sharp, "that any profession that allows one to stand in front of a crowd and bask in the spotlight, such as actors, politicians, or... ace spies, will naturally attract 'overt narcissists.'"
The first thing she did was diss the intellectuals. "Social psychology"—that's the power of knowledge. Unlike some who simply say, "Those people just love to be in the spotlight," Huiyuan directly offers a scientific definition, a dimensionality-reduction attack.
"Overt narcissist" is a species that relies on the likes and attention of others to survive. Also known as a social terrorist (in a positive sense).
With every word she said, Sister Bay's image became clearer. This is called "precise naming."
She even paused before saying "Ace Spy", and that "..." contained a sense of oppression that said, "I'm talking about you, stop hiding."
There is a little bit of trickery in the academic connotation. Shiho's classic tea has a tea flavor.
Huihara: I not only understand chemistry, I also understand social psychology. I am doing interdisciplinary research.
Her icy blue eyes looked directly into Vermouth's bottomless blue-green pupils. "They need a stage, they need applause, they need to be looked up to and interpreted by the crowd. The bigger the stage, the more it can fill that huge emptiness called 'existence'."
Chinese translation: "You look glamorous, but inside you're empty enough to throw a party. You rely on the screams of fans and the spotlight to keep you alive, right?"
The atmosphere, at this moment, feels frozen
This is the longest second of the episode.
Air: I was terrified.
Vermouth's smile deepened. It was the expression of someone who, having been seen through, was not angry at all, but rather found the game even more interesting. She took a sip of tea, letting the bitter taste of the liquid spread across her tongue.
The Chinese translation of this expression is: "Oh, not bad, this round of opponents is quite good. Finally, I don't have to play against AI anymore."
What does it mean to be a top-tier powerhouse? (Tactical retreat). When her true identity is exposed, her first reaction isn't to implode, but rather, "You know a lot, tell me more. I'd love to hear it." This woman is terrifying.
When I do this, I curl my lips and everything is under control. The classic line is "You think you see through me, but in fact, I allow you to see through me."
So what is Ai-chan doing?
A. Spread your wings like an eagle on the edge of danger.
B. Successfully brought out the hidden M attributes of the Hollywood seductress.
C. Give it a look and experience it.
D. All of the above.
"Well said, you are indeed a genius scientist." Vermouth put down the cup. "Then, what about the other side of the theory? What about those unknown people?"
Here it comes. Counter-kill. It's Vermouth's turn, draw a card.
"You're truly a genius scientist"—they're polite first, then aggressive. First, they'll compliment you, then shut you up. The subtext is, "You're pretty good at theory, but do you dare to try to connect theory with practice?"
The sound of the cup being put down was the bell that signaled the start of the second round. Crisp, yet deadly.
Vermouth, the master of dialectics. If you talk to me about side A, I'll talk to you about side B. If you talk to me about materialism, I'll talk to you about idealism. His main goal is to prevent you from forming a logical loop.
Reverse output begins, the drama queen comes online, and the battle for the right to speak begins.
As soon as the word "genius scientist" comes out, the identities are fully connected, the professional matches are matched, and the emotion is extremely high.
Her blue-green eyes locked onto Huibara. "Like, a doctor, a teacher, or perhaps... a researcher hiding in a sterile laboratory, attempting to turn back time with a tiny pill?"
Shrimp and pork heart. Killing heart, Sister Bei.
"A researcher who can turn back time?" — Precise enemy detection. Missiles whizzing directly into Ai-chan's face. Isn't this referring to Miyano Shiho herself?
Chinese translation: "Little cutie, don't just blame me. Do you think I don't know your little thoughts? You are so noble and great. You hide in the lab to make drug A. Do you think you are not narcissistic?"
"They don't need the spotlight, nor do they need others' fear. They gain a secret sense of satisfaction, a sense of superiority, from saving, healing, or creating 'miracles.'" Vermouth lowered her voice. "They call themselves saviors, yet they enjoy a hidden sense of superiority... What kind of narcissism is this, my dear, Sherry?"
Chinese translation: "People like you say you don't want the spotlight, but in fact you're feeling really good, enjoying the feeling of 'the whole world doesn't know, but it was actually me who saved you,' right?"
The full stop is "My dear, Sherry?" Critical hit. Finishing move.
She called her Sherry. Not Haibara, not Shiho, but the name that belonged to the organization, the name that carried both guilt and talent. This sound immediately brought Ai-chan back to the darkest part of her past.
Condescending VS secretly superior, two-way narcissism and involution.
One is an ever-changing phantom under the attention of the public, and the other is a scientist who creates life and death under the shadowless lamp.
On stage and in the laboratory, under the spotlight and under the microscope, they are all top performers in their respective fields.
Mirrored lives. One steps to the foreground, the other retreats into the background, yet both essentially satisfy their own desire for control and presence. Two sides of the same coin, each reflecting the other.
Light and Shadow, one confuses everyone with thousands of faces, and the other decides life and death with a pill.
Stage vs. laboratory, spotlight vs. microscope.
Huibara tightened her grip on the cup, and when she felt the warmth in her palm, she slightly suppressed the chill that was rising from the bottom of her heart.
My inner thoughts: A plant. I got it right. I'm so cold and angry, but I can't lose. I hold the cup tightly and pretend to be calm.
The warmth of the cup was the only thing that could pull her back from the cold memories created by Vermouth. This cup was her "anchor of reality."
"No matter which one it is," she replied coldly, "it's just a different way of covering up the brokenness in your heart."
A decisive blow. Some kind of mutually assured destruction statement.
Zhao Min used the illusion of heaven and earth living together on the Ice and Fire Island.
My defense is broken, but I'm pulling you down with me.
This is a true duel of the highest order. You dissect me, I dissect you. You expose my wounds, I poke at yours. And then, in the end, we discover, oh, we're the same kind. At that moment, they reach a "broken consensus."
The incomplete plot is online. Self-analysis reaches the philosophical abyss, and the end of Ji Qing is a crisis of self-identity.
Upon hearing this, Vermouth smiled.
She smiled... What does that smile mean? Quick. Reading comprehension exercises.
A. Agree B. Approval C. Find it more interesting D. "This little thing is really cool. I want to take it home."
This smile is probably the highest form of "I understand you".
But there are some words that I can never say.
Especially today when the two of them just reunited.
Just then, the smell of curry came from Kudo's house next door.
Vermouth smiled, her expression unreadable: "Okiya Subaru, what a thoughtful neighbor. That curry smells so delicious, and it's homemade. What a man of many talents."
Sister Bei's topic teleportation technique. From life-or-death duel to food channel in a split second.
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"That's not the case." Huibara muttered and put the teapot on the table.
Vermouth took a piece of the heart-shaped cookie made by Xiaolan and took a bite thoughtfully: "Tell me, how long has Akai Shuichi been playing house next door?"
...a nuclear-level statement.
They were just flirting, but suddenly they came up with a bomb. Sister Bei's rhythm became faster than Conan's voice.
The term "playing house" is so catchy. It accurately captures the essence of the "pretend game" that Akai Shuichi and Conan are playing.
Bayonetta's precise bombshell. I dropped all my cookies in shock.
Biscuit: I am just an ordinary Lan Ai Love Biscuit, why do you let me witness such an exciting scene.
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These words hit me like ice water.
Huiyuan felt like she was going to faint, but she still tried to keep her Arctic iceberg poker face: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Shirley, who still thinks the other party is trying to trick her, has this professional quality: she has to stick to her guns even if she is exposed.
Huiyuan's expression management system is on the verge of collapse for the Nth time today.
Willpower: I tried my best, but the woman on the opposite side was too high a level and I couldn’t lead her.
"Your neighbor." Vermouth blinked her big eyes and looked at Huibara with interest. "He's from the FBI, right?"
Sister Bei, please leave the child a chance to live. The information is almost breaking through the ceiling.
Huiyuan almost dropped the kettle on the ground: "What?"
Kettle: It was a wrong decision after all...
"Okiya Subaru." Vermouth explained patiently, a thoughtful look on her face: "Or should I say, Akai Shuichi?"
It's over, all stripped clean. When Sister Bay pronounced these two names, each word was like a bullet.
Huiyuan felt the blood drain from his face: "Akai Shuichi is dead, you know, executed by Gin himself."
Still stubborn. Huiyuan's stubbornness: As long as I bite him to death, he will not live. (It will be dark when I close my eyes)
Classic parrot mode kicks in. The Reds speak with one voice.
"Really? Graduate student Subaru Okiya, who happens to be the exact same build as a certain deceased FBI agent? He lives close to you and the detective? His curry is apparently—"
She wasn't questioning, she was enjoying it. Enjoying the pleasure of her prey being exposed before her.
"His curry is obviously—" What is it? Kudo Yukiko taught him.
Of course, Vermouth would never reveal this. Who would be so foolish as to mention their ex's cooking skills in front of their current partner?
The amount of information is too much, so I suggest you surrender immediately. If you don't surrender, she will ask what brand Conan's voice changer is next.
"You're just imagining things." Huiyuan's voice was cold and unconvincing. "If you really believed that it was Akai, you wouldn't be standing here so calmly."
Huibara's final counterattack. Her logic is perfect: If you were really sure, you would have gone to the organization to claim credit for it long ago. Why are you still flirting with me here?
This rhetorical question instantly sent the ball flying. Beautiful. Even though it was seen through, in a losing situation, they still managed to hold on.
This is a top-level duel. Even at an absolute information disadvantage, he can still seize the contradictions between the lines of his opponent's words and counterattack.
Huiyuan's last struggle: trying to fight back with logic.
Sister Bei’s inner thoughts: Sister, you underestimate my bad taste. It’s so fun to watch you acting.
The truth: In Sister Bayonet's script, Akai is a sex toy (referring to increasing the fun of the interaction with Shirley).
"Wouldn't I wait a bit? Maybe I like danger. Maybe I'm curious why the top FBI expert would babysit a young scientist. Or maybe..."
Regarding the Organization's Top Killer Becoming a Wife-Stalking Radar
"Babysitter" hahahahaha Akai's reputation was murdered. FBI ace: I don't want face? ?
Chinese translation: I have seen through it a long time ago. But I still want to tease my wife myself.jpg
Vermouth paused, her voice softening slightly. "I'd rather know why you're so eager to protect him. Is it love between a man and a woman?"
Chinese translation: "What's your relationship with him? Huh? Tell me the truth. Are you having an affair?"
Sister Bei’s thousand-layer routine: pretend to be jealous, test me like crazy, and wait for my wife to coax me.
You have to know that Vermouth knew the identity of Akai Mari, and also knew that Akai Shuichi and Huibara were cousins, so this was completely a rhetoric. Although she listened to the conversation between Akai Shuichi and Huibara, it was almost certain that Huibara did not know that this person was her biological cousin.
Bei Jie's Intelligence Network: The Black Organization? No, it's the Akai family gossip transfer station.
Friendly note: Sister Bei’s fishing skills class has started.
This is a trick question. Asking knowingly is a sin. Sister Bei, this is flirting.
As expected of the organization's intelligence officer (even though he often slacks off), he's done a lot of work.
After all, Vermouth pretended to be Akai Tsutomu to hook up with Mary, and wandered around on the London Bridge. Oh no, it was a strategic deployment. After so many years, she had done her homework.
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"You're imagining things."
In this context, the four words "Huiyuan" roughly translate to: "You...you don't come over here." (Backs off) (Blushes)
Vermouth's smile suddenly became sharp: "Ever since the day Akai Shuichi became Okiya Subaru, I knew where he was. I just haven't figured out what to do with this information yet."
My pupils trembled. So the closet play and the fake conversation just now were just Bayley seeing through everything and playing house with his wife?
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Blind student, you found the point. This is not a matter of not thinking carefully, it is obvious that he is just watching his wife having fun and doesn't want to spoil it.
Nuclear-level speech. Our crystal is under attack.
Sister Bei: Let's be frank. No more pretense. I've seen through all your little schemes.
Chinese translation: "Your little lover, and your little secret, the power of life and death is in my hands. Are you afraid?"
But, this is too early, isn't it? He was exposed on the first day of his disguise as Subaru Okiya? How did he get exposed?
Masaka, was it Conan's naive mother Yukiko who let the cat out of the bag?
Under what circumstances did Kudo Yukiko reveal the truth to Vermouth? (sudden color change.jpg)
This inadvertent revelation of the truth shocked Huiyuan: "You are lying."
A final show of stubbornness. But he's already lost in terms of momentum.
Ai-chan's CPU is overloaded: What happened to Conan Akai Judy's sworn promise to deceive the organization? Why didn't this woman play by the rules?
Famous scene prediction: Haibara's pupils tremble.gif has been added to the deluxe emoticon package.
"Really?" Vermouth put down the cup and moved closer: "Think about it, Shiho. If I want Akai Shuichi to die, he will die. Just like if I want you to die, you will die too."
Subtext: "But I didn't let you die. Guess why?" This threat sounds like a confession.
Bei Jie's death confession is late but it arrives.
Chinese translation: Killing Akai is a matter of minutes, but killing you? I can't bear it (holding a rose)
Orange situation clarification progress +10086%
Huibara was still in shock, her brain processing information at a rapid pace. She could only casually throw Vermouth's ambiguity back at her: "Why didn't you expose him? Why did you cooperate with my little trick?"
It was a brilliant counterattack. Ai-chan's intelligence had kicked in. She began to turn the tables.
This is the key. Members of the organization, seeing the FBI and the traitor not wanting to report them, but instead flirting with each other? Something's wrong.
Ai's counterattack. The awakening of the anti-fishing system.
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“Because,” Vermouth said slowly, “I find it very interesting to see the great FBI ace, Akai Shuichi, who caused chaos in the organization and made Gin furious, living in Yukiko’s house and making curry. Because…”
The persecution of Shuichi came late, but it finally arrived. Akai's image as a househusband was permanently fixed.
Bei Jie, the winery's well-known fun person confirmed.
But if Vermouth knew that Kudo Yukiko was very happy that Akai Shuichi was living in her house, she might not smile so confidently.
Then, she hesitated, a rare look of uncertainty on her face. "Because you sent me into hiding. And for reasons I'm still trying to understand, I found myself... not wanting to disappoint you."
Name. Venue. Reservation.
“Still trying to understand the reason” = The cabinet door was too thick to be opened immediately.
At this moment, it suddenly started to rain heavily outside the window. The scent of tea in the room was mixed with the scent of Sister Bayonet's perfume. In the pupils of the two people, there was only each other's reflection.
The confession was both natural and unexpected.
Huibara felt that at this moment, the two of them were standing on the edge of a cliff, with the romantic past and the shocking reality forming an abyss beneath their feet.
On the edge of a cliff (one is about to come out, and the other is being turned gay).
The abyss (referring to the orange new world from which you can never return once you step out).
The true story of the collapse of the walls of a proud city. From shock to shaken, it was only a kiss away. (Not really)
"You can't--" Huibara began, but didn't finish.
The phrase "you can't" contains so much meaning. "You can't say that," "You can't be so nice to me," "You can't shake me"... Thousands of words, condensed into a tearful rejection (invitation).
"Tell others? Expose him? Destroy the delicate balance you carefully maintained?"
Vermouth tilted her head and smiled: "What's the point? Besides, I quite like watching you play with these secrets. I have to say, you are quite graceful under pressure."
As he spoke, he used this set of moves, pulling and pushing, and could control it freely.
First, use a sincere confession to break people's defense, then use a joking tone to give them a way out, and by the way, give them a compliment. PUA... No, the master of love is...
"You're so graceful under pressure" = "You look so beautiful when you're holding on to your strength." (drooling)
Bei's three pamperings: playing with you, watching your show, and praising your elegance.
Chinese translation: My wife looks so beautiful when she is working on her career. Organizing tasks? How can it be more important than looking after my wife?
"Elegance" = Ai-chan's queenly aura captivates Bayonetta. A perfect answer to Tachibana's question.
Fatal multiple choice question: What is the real reason why Vermouth doesn't expose Subaru Okiya?
A. I want to capture Akai's dark history (Curry Limited Edition)
B. The organization’s salary is too low and people are too lazy to work overtime.
C. My wife Ai-chan’s coquettish (? ) effect is outstanding.
D. All of the above.
Soul-searching question: When Shuichi Akai knew that his life depended on the progress of Bei Ai's love, what was the psychological shadow area he felt?
(Solution: Please use the explosion scene in "Countdown to Heaven" as the unit of measurement)
"Besides, rationality is always overrated. Ask your neighbor, Subaru Okiya. I'm sure he'd agree. After all, what sane person would fake their own death and live next door to the person they least want to see?"
Precision strike.
In the dining room of Dr. Agasa's house, a warm yellow kitchen lamp was on. Vermouth leaned softly against the center island, a smile on her red lips.
Huiyuan was wearing home clothes, with her arms crossed, and a cold expression on her face that said, "I don't understand what you are saying." "I have nothing to do with him, let alone something I don't want to face."
She could admit that he was Akai Shuichi, after all, Vermouth already knew it, but who was Akai Shuichi? She was unfamiliar with him.
Moreover, what she denied now was only her personal relationship with Shuichi Akai through Akemi.
Little did she know that there was a whole set of Akai family drama that would appear in her life in the near future in the form of Kudo Yukiko's little fangirl Sera Masumi.
“Really?” Vermouth raised her hand, her fingers stroking her chin. “Then what are you? His redemption? His second chance? His—”
Three deadly questions. Each word rips away at Shiho's disguise. Physically untouched, yet mentally stripped bare. (Hissing)
Vermouth knew about the relationship between the Akai and Miyano families, and might even know about the existence of the second brother of the Haneda family. After all, she had read the internal report on the Chicago case.
But, on reflection, the words "redemption? A second chance?" are more a question to herself than to Shiho. Vermouth, a life lived in secrecy and pretense, possesses an obsession with "truth" and "redemption" that others cannot comprehend. It's possible that she sees in Shiho something she herself craves but cannot obtain.
"That's enough, you. Stop analyzing me. Tell me, how long have you known this?"
Huiyuan wanted to take back the initiative in the conversation, changing from "being analyzed" to "asker." This would confirm the time of the information leak and facilitate subsequent investigation of the leaker.
She needed to confirm it again. After all, what Vermouth said just now, "from the time he became Subaru Okiya", was probably just a casual boast.
"Oh, dear." Vermouth's smile was charming but a little cold. Her tone was doting and a little intimate. "I knew it from the moment he died. After all, I'm always tracking my enemies. I want to see them alive or dead."
Bayonetta's yandere aesthetics. Sweet and creepy.
"Tracking the enemy" sounds like "observing the love rival." The winery mission is being played like a love investigation game, right?
I knew it long ago, but I didn't expose it. The essence of Beijie's pleasure-making: Akai is the best toy + props to stimulate Ai-chan.
After all, Shuichi Akai is related to so many people, and they are either blood relatives or emotional relatives. He is also an ace agent of an important intelligence agency.
Such an interesting node is quite rare, and she doesn't want to be easily defeated by a single shot.
At this moment, Vermouth's hidden yandere attributes are fully exposed: she is not only an actor and spy, but also a top "intelligence businessman" and "game player".
The organization's goal was to eliminate the enemy, while her goal was to "enjoy the process of tracking the enemy." The pattern opened up.
Yes. She knew it from the moment she first saw the face of "Okiya Subaru" and those eyes that were disguised but not disguised, but had been in the industry for about ten years.
Disguise can change your appearance, but you can't hide what's in your eyes. Sister Bei's orange eyes can see through people, and they can also see through men.
Besides, Shuichi Akai is inexperienced after all.
Conan is a detective and Haibara is a scientist. They are not professional agents, so from their perspective, Shuichi Akai can be said to be a wise and brave professional agent.
But Vermouth's career is even longer than Shuichi Akai's age. In front of her, Shuichi Akai is just a young man who has just entered the industry.
Vermouth felt a surge of superiority as a "player." The organization was being deceived, but she saw through it all. She relished the feeling of being above everyone else.
The organization may have been deceived by Shuichi Akai's faked death and Gin's desire to make amends as quickly as possible, but Vermouth has her own sources and methods.
Masaka, Vermouth may have an intelligence network independent of the Gin system?
This isn't just smart and cautious; it's a sign of power.
This also explains why she dared to play with fire like this. Because she had a trump card and a way out.
In the eyes of the experienced professional Vermouth, the fact that Akai Shuichi is still alive, disguised as a gentle graduate student, living under the noses of the enemy is bold, almost reckless.
You can't even hide yourself, and you still want to protect others.
Sister Bei: I would recognize this man even if he was burned to ashes, especially when he stole my (predestined) wife.
Everyone in the winery has a heavy filter, except for Sister Bayonet, who has her own "gay radar" and "rival scanner".
The fatal temptation of Beika Town: playing cosplay as an FBI lurking next to the thousand-year-old elementary school student, and playing the flirting movie queen next to the FBI.
For various reasons, she didn't tell the organization. Perhaps she enjoyed this game too much. Perhaps she felt that Akai Mari's son... was a worthy opponent, more interesting alive than dead.
"Various reasons" is the key point. The main reason is that Shirley-chan's reaction is ten thousand times more interesting than Akai's life and death.
The secondary reason is that the MI6 line related to Akai Mary is also a very important main line in the organization's plan. So if Mary's son is alive and treated as a card, more tricks can be played than if he were shot.
This is Vermouth's unique "golden ticket" for distributing death certificates. Congratulations to my cousin, who has been given a chance to live longer here because of his "interesting enough" performance and the presence of his mother.
For her, maintaining a dangerous but interesting balance is much more important than simply completing the mission.
Bayonetta’s source of happiness: watching Akai act good, watching Gin go crazy, watching Sherry get angry.
"Then why—"
Huiyuan finally asked the key question. The child was anxious, wanting to know what the hell was going on.
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