Chapter 6: Hollywood's Enchanting Beauty Acts Cutely, Scientists' Rational Calculations, and Finally...
Takagi put away the man's weapon and Sato handcuffed him. The immediate danger was over.
The café's patrons began to emerge from their hiding places, shaken but unharmed.
The Gaozuo police team, professional rescue, clears the obstacles for the protagonists to enter their own world. (Not
"Is everyone okay?" Sato called out, glancing around the cafe.
The comments were strong: Officer Sato, look at the two behind you, they are so nice. (meaningful.jpg)
Then, a chorus of responses came.
As expected, the young detectives were excited about this rather than terrified.
Ah, they are indeed the group of young people who dare to die. Always on the edge of danger, spreading their wings like rocs.
It is scientific that seven-year-old primary school students are more excited than afraid when encountering a case.
"That's great, Miss Tina," Yuantai exclaimed, "Where did you learn this powerful hidden weapon throwing technique?"
Genta. Good job. He hit the point accurately, but so accurately that it makes people wonder if he is Karasuma Genta.
"Oh, it's a self-defense class for girls." Vermouth answered with ease, still using a thick foreign accent and English translation. "Every girl should know how to protect herself."
This flawless and cute answer makes her worthy of being the actress with many faces.
The thousand-year-old enchantress with moist peach blossom eyes said that she was a girl.
Bei Jie: I make up lies, even I believe it.
Listening to Vermouth's heartless and innocent laughter, Huiyuan didn't dare to look back. She knew that if she did, she would meet those eyes and be completely captured.
But she couldn't help thinking:
If that night hadn't happened...
If she hadn't shrunk...
What if Vermouth is not Vermouth, but... someone else?
At this moment, Haibara seemed to have returned to the time when she first came to Beihua, with a melancholy style that was different from others.
Sato was searching the man and took out the pocket watch that Haibara had glimpsed earlier.
"Alright, alright, let's see what this is, Takagi-kun."
She held up the watch, which gleamed golden in the cafe light. "This watch matches the description of the item stolen from the Nakamura Museum this morning."
The case was solved, the case was solved. But that's not the point. In yuri stories, Mihua solves small cases everyday, no one cares. (Hey.
The man's face was filled with frustrated anger.
Little thief: I'm unlucky. I hit a brick wall. Two of them at that.
"I bet." Takagi took the old key with the family crest from Huibara and added, "This key can open the display cabinet of the Nakamura Museum."
Takagi-kun's IQ is on point today. But the wording, is it because he's speaking English with Tina, so he also uses an English accent?
Betting and all that, that's so melodramatic, dear old buddy Takagi, Sato-san might kick his ass hard with his boot.
"We were just looking for an ordinary thief," Sato said as he pulled the man to his feet. "In the end, we caught an armed thief suspect. Thank you for your hard work."
The wording is precise, and until the court makes a verdict, everyone is a suspect.
The standard ending of Beika Town: a small case leads to a big one. KPI upgrade.
Everyone's happy. Thank you, JC uncle and auntie, for your hard work. Get off work now. Don't delay the barrage of CP. (Hey.
When the colleagues from the Investigation Section 1 took away the man who still had no name, Vermouth turned and raised an eyebrow at Haibara.
"Having a cup of coffee together at Rice Flower on a rainy afternoon is pretty exciting, isn't it?"
Raised eyebrows. So cool. That look from Bayley. Definitely something.
Ah, "quite exciting"... Are you talking about the case? Or is the close contact with Ai-chan more exciting? (Evil smile)
"Drinking coffee = date", "It's exciting = It's exciting only when I'm with you".
This is a direct flirtation. Unconditional and blatant.
After the sickly sweet American accent finished broadcasting, Vermouth had already pulled out the chair opposite and sat down.
At this time, Sato walked over here and her eyes stayed on Vermouth for a moment. Her professional instinct made her take a closer look at this overly beautiful and flamboyant "tourist", but she didn't find anything unusual.
After all, how could a movie queen with decades of career be easily seen through? Unless someone has had close contact with her... (suddenly changed color.jpg)
"Haibara-san, do you know this lady?"
"We just met." Huiyuan answered before Vermouth could speak. Not wanting her to talk nonsense and complicate things, her voice calmly returned to its usual coldness. "Ms. Tina is a tourist, just asking for directions."
Vermouth (Tina) nodded in agreement with a perfect smile: "Yes, thanks to this... um... cool kid." The look she gave Haibara was still filled with that kind of "love" that made Haibara's scalp tingle.
Sato nodded and turned to Takagi, "Takagi-kun, now that we've finished compiling the statements, it's time to leave. Inspector Megure is urging us to leave." She glanced at the increasingly heavy rain outside the window and instructed Huibara and the Junior Detectives, "It's raining heavily, so you should go home early and be safe."
Huiyuan agreed, but some people didn't want her to leave.
"Oh, drinking hot cocoa alone? It's going to be lonely."
Huiyuan's brows furrowed. "Aren't you tired of this kind of talk?"
"Shh-"
Vermouth stretched out her slender, beautifully trimmed index finger, but instead of touching her lips, she just shook it.
"It would be bad if the police heard it, Shiho-chan."
Haibara's back stiffened instantly, and her body shrank back faster than she realized.
With a thud, the back of his head hit the hard wooden bars of the chair. His escape route was completely blocked.
Shiho-chan, this name was once used briefly between the two of them, and now it sounds a bit intimate.
After all, there must be a secret room in Haibara's memory palace that specifically displays the ambiguous fragments of Vermouth.
At such moments, Vermouth no longer called her Shirley, but called her Shiho-chan.
As expected of an evergreen actor who has worked hard in Hollywood and has perfected his line delivery skills, his choice and control of lines are extremely precise and flawless.
This acting is simply immersive experience... The tenderness she expressed when she said "Shiho-chan" was so deep that even she herself probably believed it was 80% true.
The essence of Hollywood methodology is to immerse yourself in the role and believe in it. Stanislavsky would revise "An Actor's Work" overnight upon seeing it.
However, Huiyuan remembered that the witch in front of him always took half a step back in order to advance three feet.
An experienced hunter always knows when to put down his bow and arrow.
The rain is still falling.
The rice popcorn, soaked in a gray mist, resembled an overexposed old photograph. Inside the coffee shop, the heating was turned up just right, separating the chilly rainy day from the warmth inside.
The air was filled with the burnt aroma of roasted coffee beans, mixed with the cloyingly sweet cream of the strawberry cake on Ayumi's plate.
Officers Takagi and Sato were huddled in a corner booth, sorting out the confessions. However, this confession was likely from another case. The gunman's confession was to be recorded at the Metropolitan Police Department.
So, Sato was supposed to be rushing Takagi to the scene, but now he's stuck at the cafe sorting out statements from another case? This is clearly non-urgent paperwork that he could do back at the Metropolitan Police Department.
Masaka…were they deliberately staying in the cafe where the detective team frequented, waiting for orders?
Tsk tsk tsk, Mihua is very cunning. Mr. Fanze should go back to the countryside.
The three little members of the Junior Detective Team, in their own world, are engaging in a friendly yet intense "rock-paper-scissors trial" for the ownership of the last piece of cake.
A noisy, everyday peace.
Ai Haibara felt very uncomfortable.
The mocha in front of her had lost its temperature, and the condensed water droplets on the wall of the cup slid down her fingertips, feeling cold.
The woman, the American tourist who called herself "Tina," was sitting next to her.
Too close.
So close that Huiyuan could smell the familiar scent of rose and top notes of fine perfume on her body. It was the scent of Vermouth. A dangerous, deadly scent.
“It’s a lively cafe, isn’t it?”
Vermouth's classic ASMR sound gently brushed past Huiyuan's tense nerves. She tilted her head, and her smiling blue eyes reflected Huiyuan's small, pretending to be calm face.
"For some 'tourists' who like to come uninvited, maybe." Huibara didn't look at her, his eyes fixed on his cup of mocha, and his voice was very low.
This is a code word.
One meaning is: You shouldn't be here.
The second meaning is: You appeared in front of the police and showed your skills, are you crazy?
Vermouth's eyes dissected Haibara's facial features inch by inch, as if she wanted to see through the body of this seven-year-old child and see the nineteen-year-old soul inside - the Miyano Shiho who once shared a bed with her on a chaotic snowy night.
"Ah, this should be something new for tourists, a uniquely exciting feeling for rice flowers."
"Is this why you came to Mika?" Huiyuan lowered her voice, making sure no one else could hear. "For excitement?"
Good question. It hits home.
The coquettish questioning, what kind of private whispering atmosphere is there between young lovers.
Is this... a little jealous? Or is he testing Sister Bei's feelings?
Hidden attribute exposed: Ai-chan, small body, big possessiveness (not really).
Vermouth, noticing that Huibara's mocha had gone cold, waved and ordered two cups of tea from the waiter. Firstly, it wasn't good to drink cold tea, and secondly, as a professional, she wouldn't touch any food or drink once it was out of her sight.
Then, she narrowed her watery peach blossom eyes, and her expression softened a little: "Maybe I came here just for the interesting museum of rice flowers?"
Pretend. Pretend again. A fun museum for rice flowers? Masaka, the tea-haired little girl from rice flowers, right?
However, this "maybe", this question mark, is the result of a duel between masters and an extreme tug of war.
Even though his gaze was about to melt Huibara, he still insisted on coming to the museum.
Q: Which of the following options is closest to the true subtext of Bayonetta’s last sentence, “Maybe I came here for the interesting museum of rice flower?”
A. "Yes, I'm very interested in the cultural heritage of Beika-cho, especially the design of the glass display cases." (Serious Nonsense Limited Edition)
B. "Museums and the like, how can they be as interesting as you (Grayfield Ai)? Little fool, can't you hear that?" (Inner OS Domineering CEO Version)
C. "Hmm? Do you expect me to come here for you, cutie?" (Teasing version with maxed-out counter-flirting skills)
D. "Actually, I came here to look for Kudo Shinichi, but I was just attracted by your cuteness." (The diversion and confession version)
Vermouth, how will this end?
A. "Actually, I like you more as an exhibit." (So sweet that it makes people's bones feel soft)
B. "Would you like to go to the museum with me? But you can only look at me." (The reduplicated words are disgusting, and the flirtation is obvious + the exclusivity is implied)
C. "We've finished our coffee. How about we get together in a secret room just for the two of us next time?" (Sister Bold never hides things.)
D. "I'm just stopping by to protect the little cutie." (Hard-mouthed tsundere)
Raindrops fell obliquely on the French windows. Under the warm yellow light, the water marks twisted into glowing paths.
"It's unbelievable." A sly smile flickered in Vermouth's azure eyes. "The famous Miyano Shiho has shrunk to this elementary school girl, huh?"
Shiho's knuckles gripping the cup handle suddenly tightened.
"APTX4869... can actually return people to their childhood. It's a miracle, isn't it?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand at all."
Complaints are her only armor now.
It means pretending not to understand and acting like what the other person is saying is nonsense.
Far from being angry, Vermouth's charming eyes showed a hint of a happy smile, and then she leaned forward and got very close.
So close that Huibara could see her long eyelashes and smell the bitter scent of coffee on her breath.
Vermouth's eyes scrutinized Huibara inch by inch, from her eyebrows to the tip of her nose and then to her tightly pursed lips. Her eyes were as if she was appreciating an incredible work of art.
"Really..." she whispered, a little surprised, "It really got smaller. It's a miracle. My little scientist."
The corners of Vermouth's moist lips were curved in a beautiful arc, a villainous smile that was a mixture of admiration, curiosity, and strong possessiveness.
Huibara subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but her back was pressed against the backrest and she had nowhere to retreat.
This feeling is terrible.
Every cell in her body screamed danger, yet she couldn't move. Eighteen-year-old Miyano Shiho might have been able to compete with her in terms of aura, but seven-year-old Haibara Ai was already at a complete disadvantage in terms of size.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Auntie." Huibara replied coldly, deliberately emphasizing the word "Auntie".
In Japanese, the word is "obasan".
Ace bomb. Brave.
Using the "Obasan" attack on a woman whose age is a mystery but who most of the time insists that she is a 29-year-old female star is a forbidden spell-level magical damage.
Critical hit. This is a critical hit.
Ai-chan: When it comes to lethality, I, Ai, have never been afraid of anyone.
A secret makes a woman woman, but "Obasan" makes a woman angry angry.
The Age of Gray's nuclear weapon is activated. Bayonetta's health bar is -1.
"Obasan": The key password to trigger Bayonetta's hidden S attribute. (dog head)
Vermouth, the biggest victim of the scientific timeline, suffered a severe blow from age.
"Auntie?" Vermouth raised an eyebrow. Instead of being annoyed, she found it even more amusing. "Oh, Shiho-chan, your mouth is still as sharp as before. So cute."
??? She wasn’t angry?
It’s over, this woman seems to be a masochist (not).
"So cute"... Help, what's with that doting tone? This isn't the cold-blooded killer Vermouth that Mina-san knew.
Bei Jie's dangerous smile.jpg. She smiled. She actually smiled.
What is this? This is adult slack, my friends.
"So cute" Translation: I want to rub this rebellious little guy even more.
Analysis by the Wild Psychologist of Beika Town: The source of Beika’s happiness – Playing with Cats (Graybara Limited Edition).
Then, her hand, the hand that had held countless high-level weapons, suddenly reached out.
Haibara Ai: Pupils tremble.jpg. Activating level one defense mode. All the hair on my body instantly stood up.
Shirley's hair-raising moment. Every strand of hair is crying out for help. On the concrete manifestations of organizational shadow PTSD...
However, the hand did not make any threatening moves, but simply gently pinched Haibara Ai's cheeks, which looked chubby due to baby fat.
Oh my, this... is the most gentle "attack" in the history of "Detective Conan".
??? Face pinching to kill??? The director's script is wrong...
Bei Jie's Thousand Layers of Routine: You think I want to kill you? Actually, I'm here to rub your face.
The victory of baby fat. APTX4869 is the only designated welfare distribution site. (Funny)
How the Organization's Top Killer Accurately Captures the Weaknesses of Tsundere Scientists
Vermouth's slender fingers are soft and warm to the touch.
Compared to a gun, this sudden intimacy may be the most deadly weapon.
Defense-Broken Huiyuan: Physical defense is max, mental defense... is broken in seconds by face pinching.
Bei Jie's special move: contrasting physical contact. The effect is outstanding.
Earlier, Haibara's "Auntie" was a verbal test, and here, Bayonetta's face pinching was a dimensionality reduction attack.
Holmes was silent after seeing this: this was more deadly than Irene Adler's trick.
Vermouth is the one in control.
And she is in his hands.
The thing in the palm of your hand, the bird in the cage, the snow in your heart, who understands?
The queen's aura is fully on display. This damn sense of dominance.
Huiyuan's OS: How can I fix this!! Damn... this woman is too good.
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