Chapter 57 Moonlight Bridge Bean Bag
Shiho didn't respond, but just stared at her quietly.
Deep within her deep blue eyes lie the thoughts of an eighteen-year-old girl.
In the apartment, the warm yellow light reflected into her beautiful eyes, like crushed gold foil, swaying gracefully, with light and shadow shimmering.
"Ah, Miss Wynyard, are you only now noticing my growth?"
Vermouth didn't say anything else, but slowly leaned down, and placed her lips on Shiho's brow, leaving a faint mark.
It was so gentle, completely different from the... that... violent storm just now.
The Hollywood beauty who gently rubs, applies and picks her hair, and always looks good with light or heavy makeup.
Slender fingers slowly ran through Shiho's soft brown hair. The movement was like carefully picking up an antique porcelain that had been lost and found, trying to piece the fragments together and restore it to its original state.
But no one knows whether to restore Miyano Shiho's old photos, or to piece together the two of them and organize their broken past?
Outside the window, it started raining without me noticing.
Raindrops hitting the window pane make me miss my bed.
Vermouth lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss behind Shiho's ear, followed by a second and third kiss, as if following a secret route, searching for some treasure.
Bayley's treasure map is even more obscure than Kidd's preview letter.
I just don’t know if this treasure is the secret of sherry or the sincerity of absinthe itself?
"What...are you afraid of?" Vermouth said softly.
When she was in the organization, did Shirley ever imagine that one day she would be held in the arms of a villain and interrogated about her inner fears?
"A lot of things." Shiho closed her eyes and said indifferently, "Or maybe, I'm not afraid of anything."
These words are as certain as Conan's words "There is only one truth".
Just as detectives pursue the truth, scientists are walking a tightrope between truth and lies. Under the tightrope, a bottle of medicine that may contain the antidote to APTX4869 is shaking.
Vermouth chuckled, leaned over, and whispered in Shiho's ear: "If you are really scared, why don't you run away and fly away?"
Maybe Bayley has forgotten the harsh words she once said to the mirror: "Shirley, you can't escape from my grasp." Now, she is playing the game of playing hard to get.
Shiho's azure eyes looked straight into the depths of Vermouth's eyes. She saw that those emerald blue eyes were very deep.
She reached out and slowly wrapped her arms around Vermouth's neck, with a resolute attitude of "Even if there are thousands of people against me, I will go."
If Gin saw this scene, he would probably be even angrier than when he heard that Gil was an undercover agent... The traitor he wanted to kill was acting coquettishly in the arms of the Riddler and the Mystic, whom he hated the most.
"You... don't want me to leave at all, do you?" Shiho whispered softly, looking at Vermouth tenderly.
This move is like turning the tables. It's similar to the way Eri Kisaki used to turn the tables in "Court Showdown."
The second hand of the clock ticked, freezing Vermouth's interested look.
Vermouth's fingers slowly slid down the contour of Shiho's cheek, and her fingertips gently moved around, as if declaring possession.
It's like saying, "Shiho-chan, you're mine. No one can hurt you."
But he didn't say it out loud.
There is no need to say it out loud.
The temperature in the room rose inexplicably, and the sound of raindrops outside the window became clearer and clearer.
Heat and coolness, two completely different feelings, blend and collide in the bedroom of this apartment.
I don’t know how much time passed, but time seemed to stop flowing.
The bedsheets were disheveled under the dim light, recording yet another… undercurrent. (30,000 words of Vermouth's confidential file deleted here)
The silver necklace around Shiho's neck slipped out inadvertently.
Danger, Mao Lilan, danger. The Shura Field trigger progress is 70%.
At the bottom of the chain hangs a small dolphin pendant, which reflects a hazy halo in the dim light.
It was a gift from Mao Lilan, a souvenir from an ordinary trip.
Of course, that's not ordinary. Remember, in the world of Detective Conan, you can stumble upon a bomb while shopping in the supermarket. Naturally, Conan took on the travel plan, too. It was a luxurious five-choice package. After all, it was a travel special, sponsored by the local tourism bureau, so the art was exquisite, and no rhino horns were featured.
Dolphin at this moment: I was so scared.
It was originally a lovely bond between a science girl and a karate champion, but it unexpectedly ran into the mirror world of a movie queen.
At this moment, the dolphin necklace nestled quietly on Shiho's collarbone. The cool metal touch and a lingering warmth that had not dissipated quietly told the story of her peaceful daily past with Conan and others.
Vermouth's gaze lingered on the dolphin pendant for a few seconds before slowly lifting again. Could it be that the thought flashed through her mind at this moment, "I've killed so many people that I forgot to ask you if you've ever had a crush on anyone?"
His palm gently covered Shiho's slender wrist, and his fingertips applied a little force to pull her body closer.
"Some things will leave traces even after the passage of time, and they cannot be erased." She said softly, as if she was talking about the necklace, but also as if she was hinting at something else.
"On How to Threaten a Love Rival and Confess Your Love in One Line" can be submitted for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Shiho didn't answer, but turned her face away to avoid her burning gaze.
The rationality of a scientist and the charm of an actress are entangled. Dr. Miyano's tsundere trifecta: turning his head, pursing his lips, and his heartbeat 180.
However, at that moment, there seemed to be some slight movement at the corners of her lips, as if she was smiling, or just pouting, but it quickly disappeared.
Outside the window, the sound of rain is like crying and complaining.
This sleepless night is once again wrapped in a moist and soft atmosphere.
The most dangerous scene in the history of "Detective Conan" set: more deadly than the full deployment of the Black Organization, is the simultaneous activation of the love brains and slender fingers of two highly intelligent women.
After a long time, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.
The two of them slept in each other's arms, like a pair of mandarin ducks embracing each other.
Shiho's breathing gradually became steady, like a tired bird returning to its nest. After several twists and turns, she finally found a branch to rest on.
Vermouth, on the other hand, leaned sideways, one hand gently placed on Shiho's outline, and her fingertips drew circles intermittently, very finely and very slowly.
This kind of subtle caressing rubs tenderness and possession together, like a faint silk thread, winding around and around, softly and gradually, to wrap around Shiho's heart and bind it.
"Vermouth..."
I woke up in the middle of the night with my consciousness drifting.
Shiho murmured softly, but what echoed in her ears was the man's long and gentle breathing.
She opened her eyes and found that Vermouth did not respond at all. She just closed her eyes quietly, probably immersed in a dream.
That face, the side profile, was sharp and delicate, its beauty detached from this worldly world, as if all the secrets and taboos in the world were hidden in it, transformed into this cold and beautiful appearance.
Shiho still couldn't see through her outline.
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What would it be like if it was just Vermouth’s dream?
Shiho's lips twitched slightly, and she smiled, a faint bitter smile.
Perhaps, I am just bewitched by this mysterious feeling of "not being able to obtain".
While comforting myself in this way, deep down in my heart, I vaguely felt that something was wrong, and there was a voice refuting it.
After a long time, "The Morning Story of Huibara Ai" begins.
The morning star began to appear, the sky became slightly brighter, and Haibara Ai woke up from her dream.
The biological clock of scientists is more punctual than the schedule of Teitan Elementary School, but I wonder if this morning is the reincarnation of fate or the countdown of desire?
I opened my eyes and looked around, but there was no trace of Vermouth.
"She Vanished" - Organization Special.
Item 1 of the "Daily Task List for Organization Members": You must evacuate before dawn, otherwise the "surrounded by the red team" debuff will be triggered.
At this time, only the cool air of the early morning came in from the half-open window of Dr. Agasa's house, gently touching her skin.
"Approaching Science" - "On How the Villain Queen Uses Cold Wind to Create the Morning Atmosphere Afterwards"
Here, I should @Dr. Agasa: Is the world's top high-tech security system in your oval-shaped Cake Villa just for show? The Black Organization's main villain, Yujie, comes and goes freely. I suggest immediately developing a "bad girl infrared alarm."
Post-credits Easter egg: Shirley is isolated in the doctor's house holding the "Guide to Defending Against Bad Girls", and the back cover says "This textbook is sponsored by the family of the deceived Akai Mary."
Huihara sighed, propped up her small body and looked out the window.
In the early morning, Shirley's standard operation was seen: a loli body with the soul of a queen. The feeling of fragmentation when looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle can be applied for intangible cultural heritage.
Shirley's strange posture: her body is that of a loli, her eyes are that of a mature woman, and her soul is that of Nyuhulu Haiyibala who sees through the organization.
Early morning in Yoneka Town 2-chome.
Outside the window, the rain stopped, and the smell of moist soil floated in the air, quite refreshing.
In the distance, a rainbow is faintly visible.
If you think about it carefully, this rice flower weather system, it rained heavily when the murder happened, but the clouds and rain cleared when the lesbian happened. Maybe this weather station is the leader of the CP fans?
In the distance, the light of Tokyo Tower gradually dimmed, and the hustle and bustle of the city awakening could be faintly heard.
Tokyo Tower: Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Beika Town and just got off the Ferris wheel. I've been on this show for over a thousand episodes, and finally got the chance to be a backdrop for a yuri drama. This audience finally understands how to appreciate the romance of a baby. #famousscenescheckin#
The clock on the wall was ticking, ticking, and the hands pointed to eight o'clock.
But oh, today is the weekend, no school.
"Shocked. Primary school students in the past ten thousand years actually have a legal weekend off" is scheduled to be the headline of Mihua News.
No need to go to school, aka no need to do first grade math problems.
Snow Versailles: After cracking the core code of the Black Organization, they still have to imitate the handwriting of a seven-year-old child to write an essay "Spring Outing Day" and a 1+1=2 homework book.
Here we zoom in to focus on Huihara's homework book: on the left page, there is neat handwriting, a draft of the solution to the Riemann hypothesis; on the right page, there is the handwriting of an elementary school student, with "3+5=8" written neatly, and a highlighter mark in the middle saying "Here should be the limited edition Fushae bag bought by the doctor as a reward."
But, the rain stopped today, Ma... Masaka, the weekend team building of the Junior Detective Team, is it really going to be online after all?
On the horror cycle of Beikacho: Haibara just escaped Vermouth's teasing (mutual?), and was immediately dragged into the crime scene by the Junior Detective League.
After all, right-click to check, the hidden attributes of the Junior Detective Team: 50% chance of triggering a wild corpse case, 80% chance of accurately stepping on a bomb trap, 100% chance of appearing when Haibara is dating a mysterious actress and shouting "Haibara-san, let's play together" and then showing a puzzled and shocked face at what they see.jpg
In the extra story, after encountering the detective team once, Mr. Fuzawa was studying the third article of the Beika Town Survival Guide overnight: If you encounter the Junior Detective Team on an outing, please immediately check if you are carrying any suspicious items and recite "I swear to God that I have absolutely no plans to kill anyone today" three times.
At this moment, Huibara thought about today. Although it was the weekend, the schedule might be even busier than school, and sighed.
Looking back, all of Vermouth's exquisite toys on and beside the bed, which had been put to good use last night, had disappeared.
The live-action version of "The Scientist Who Shrank in Size but Still Has a Perverted Mind" is currently being filmed.
There should be a memory eraser sound effect here.
Bayonetta's actions can be called the King of the Sea in Beika Town: after the work is done, she leaves, hiding her toys and fame.
Please see the "Approaching Science" special episode: "The Mysterious Disappearance of Dangerous Toys." Subtitle: On How Organization Members Achieve Physical Destruction and Ruthlessness. Tactical Fallback.jpg
This program is sponsored by "Absinthe Temptation": When a dangerous toy meets a dangerous woman, is it a distortion of human nature, or a mission of the organization? (Vermouth red lips smile.jpg)
But this morning, everything was so quiet.
It seems like last night... all the fun was just a dream, leaving no trace.
"On the Professional Qualities of Hollywood Film Queens": At night, she can turn dangerous games into romantic encounters; in the early morning, she can restore the crime scene into a rice krispie fairy tale castle. The Oscars owe Baylor an award for Best Props Management.
The trauma of a fierce battle in the snow: the lingering scent of perfume in the bed, the lip prints on the mirror, the sudden ringing of the "Bubble" ringtone on the phone...
Are all the women in the organization crazy about leaving marks?
Thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't be a mark, but an alpha mark. (Danger statement crossed out)
Q: What was the real reason why Sister Bei took the toy away? (Single choice question)
A. Afraid of being discovered by the Junior Detective Team, which would trigger a nonsensical new branch case;
B. Save the surprise props for the next date (Shiho proudly yells there will be no next time);
C. It was a dream, so the toy does not exist; or
D. Yukiko Kudo was waiting impatiently in her silk black nightgown at Chris Wynyard's luxury apartment in Meguro. (Adult-only 3,000 words omitted here)
This question contains a Gosho Aoyama-style narrative trap... The correct answer is most likely E. All of the above. After all, our sister Bei is a time management instructor and a king of multiple identities.
The final answer will be revealed in the next episode: Vermouth emerged from behind the curtains, holding two glasses of Grand Cru Pinot Noir and chuckling, "Dear Shirley, would you like to have a morning exercise that transcends organization and antidote?" (bushi)
On the windowsill, a rose that Vermouth left yesterday was blooming vigorously in the morning light.
Huibara stood up, slowly moved to the window, and pushed it open with a "clatter".
The force with which he pushed the window seemed to carry resentment towards the villainous queen, as well as unwillingness to give up his feelings. The remaining few points seemed to be just a cute mood for waking up.
The breeze blows across my cheeks, and the coolness flows through my pores and into my heart.
Everything that happened last night is still crystal clear. So... real.
Including those thrilling moments... many times.
In the dream, Vermouth's seductive breath and tone seemed to be still stuck in the depths of memory, but were blown away by the breeze.
"In the end... it was just a dream..."
She mumbled softly, the tail end of the words blown away by the wind, and it was impossible to tell whether she was relieved or a little disappointed.
"An Actor's Self-cultivation" make-up exam notice: Mr. Haibara, your ending tone that is intended to cover up something is so obvious that it will linger in the ears of the peaceful and harmonious Beika Town for three days.
Huibara thought of the dream, which was so short and frightening. Although she knew it was just a mirage, she still fell into it.
Scientific Notes on "Dangerous Liaisons": The duration of a dream is directly proportional to the temperature of your face after waking up. You can immediately apply cold water to your face.
"The Red and the Black" Yuri version: When Shirley's rationality collides with Vermouth's wildness, what is more suspenseful than the Beika Town serial murder case is the Thirty-Six Strategies of Love.
FBI opening warning: This drama contains a lot of dangerous actions, please do not imitate.
Huibara thought of New York again.
Shirley's monograph "Distillery Memoirs" records: In New York that year, moonlight and silk flew together, and Bayley and I shared the same bedsheet.
Vermouth, wearing a wine-red silk nightgown, pronounced the word "Sherry~" which is a special attack on scientific researchers with American pronunciation.
"Shiho, you're obviously happy inside, but you have to pretend to be cold."
This phrase is probably about an arms dealer exclaiming about a new weapon... "Vermouth's Whisper," which is far more lethal than the APTX4869, which requires a single dose. (Akai Mary's furious version, sharpening a 40-meter-long sword in a hotel)
Leaning against the headboard, Huibara gently closed her eyes, feeling the rare peace and tranquility at dawn.
As the tea-haired girl begins to enjoy the morning, the countdown to the winery's destruction and the romantic comedy progress bar are loading simultaneously. From the "Calm Before the Storm" special.
Then he sighed and decided not to stay in bed anymore.
I washed up and went to the living room, dragging my body which had become limp for some unknown reason, probably because of the intense psychological trauma from last night's dream.
The weekend morning sunshine broke through the clouds and shone onto the Agasa residence.
The floor-to-ceiling windows cut the light into the oval living room of the cake villa.
The doctor's living room is filled with antique ornaments and novel inventions. The air is filled with the rich aroma of coffee and a faint fragrance of ink. It is truly a palace of science.
The young detectives always like to use this place as their secret base after school and on weekends.
After all, Dr. Agasa's living room can accommodate the holographic projection of the Baker Street Undead on the top and the twenty different ways of dying by the Young Detective Team on the bottom.
If you think about it carefully, it is hard to believe that with an unknown income, a PhD student can live alone in such a large building in Mihua, a middle-class residential area that is considered quite expensive.
Moreover, his neighbor is a world-renowned mystery novelist and a Japanese actress.
The real estate in Beika 2-chome is very valuable, and the neighbors nearby are all middle- and high-income groups in Japan.
Now, this lovely oval villa may be witnessing the blooming of the century lily?
Ai Haibara curled up in a corner of the sofa, watching the children of the detective team playing on the carpet.
Naturally, she wouldn't participate in Kamen Rider card games or anything like that.
If there were soccer cards featuring Higo, even though the logic of those card games was too simple for her and therefore considered boring, it wasn't out of her mind. (From nowhere, a possessive, cold snort was heard from Sister Bei.jpg)
Haibara Ai sat quietly on the sofa. She was a quiet and beautiful woman, her small fingers circling a cup of steaming Earl Grey tea.
The British-style mixed-race girl Shiho Miyano is a cute loli version. (Mari Akai gave a thumbs up)
The English tea, crisp and refreshing, with a unique aroma, reminded her of the past. Those days when she didn't have to pretend to be a child, those distant, ethereal, yet thorny memories of the Black Organization's past, and... that woman's elegant figure.
"Breaking news! International film star Chris Wynyard has returned to Japan after five years, causing a sensation at Narita Airport..."
The announcer of Mika TV (not Kil) with a clear Kanto accent came from the TV.
Huibara's expression remained unchanged, but she secretly felt that the number "five years" was very suspicious.
In order to carry out her mission, Vermouth naturally came to Japan many times secretly.
I've had many encounters with Conan alone.
The most recent time was, uh… just yesterday, in the dining room of this house.
So annoying. No way to race.
Haibara's "Anti-Pretentiousness Guide": You can ask the doctor to develop a (Tsundere Translator) to transform "Wulusai" into "Modo Modo".
Haibara looked up, her gaze fixed on the 100-inch plasma screen. (The doctor's income remains a mystery; it must be Karasuma Ren, right?)
Chris Vineyard, the annoying woman who had appeared in Huiyuan's dream last night, was walking down the Gulfstream luxury private jet parked in the VIP area of the airport.
The camera follows closely and freezes on her mysterious and charming smile.
The snow, coming from nowhere, danced around her, as if even the snow in Tokyo was captivated by her unparalleled beauty.
Is it snowing in Tokyo in late autumn? It was still raining yesterday.
Could it be that something unjust happened to Mihua last night, such as a murder case, which was closed as an accident or suicide by an unnamed police officer who likes to wear a brown windbreaker?
Snow fell on Vermouth's shoulders.
When she smiles, she captivates everyone.
The photographer naturally zoomed in for a close-up and took as many pictures as possible.
After all, this is material about a superstar who hasn't been seen for five years. If it is put online, it will definitely get a lot of clicks, and the KPI can be increased a bit.
Then, the high-definition master tapes and unaired B-tapes can be sold privately to fans for extra income. This is the basic operation of the Japanese entertainment industry assembly line, and as a TV cameraman, I am very familiar with it.
In the picture, snow fell on Sister Bei, and her smile was captivating.
The Hollywood enchantress, after coming to Neon, actually started to take the innocent route?
Huibara thought again about the chance encounter in the cafe yesterday and the subsequent treasure hunt. She always felt that there was something wrong with this matter, or there were some details that she had not thought through clearly.
"Win Yade-san. Look, it's Win Yade-san desu." Ayumi shouted excitedly in a mixture of Japanese and English, her voice full of uncontrollable excitement.
Now, even the Japanese peace that seemed like background music was completely disrupted.
Daily life at the doctor's house: nuclear-level inventions (not necessarily), gathering place for the young suicide squad (planned).
Madai Hashidou, Ayumi, is actually a fan of Vermouth, oh no, Chris Wynyard?
Ah, this...
Danger, Ayumi, danger. My dear, you're promoting the protagonist's wife. What kind of new genre of stand-in literature is this?
Suddenly a multiple-choice question dropped:
Q: When Ayumi discovers the truth about Beijie and Haibara/Shiho's ambiguous relationship, will she:
A. Acting out a 10-magnitude pupil earthquake on the spot, crying and saying, "Your adult world is too complicated, but it's so good to be together";
B. Set up the Wen Zhi CP fan club and the Wen Xue Girls Anti-Black Station overnight;
C. Raise the Junior Detective Club badge and say they want to protect love, turning the Detective Club into a Microscope Candy fan club;
D. She instantly turned into a producing wife and drew a 180-page high-energy book (which was confiscated by Huibara and she read it secretly).
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