Chapter 70: The Miraculous Little Scientist's Invention of Popcorn...
Vermouth chuckled softly, her breath brushing behind her ear, so ambiguous that Shirley and Miyano Shiho could hardly breathe.
"I'm just wondering, as a scientist...I'm curious, do I need to verify this through experiments?"
This curiosity was the equation she couldn't solve. It wasn't a molecular formula, it wasn't DNA, it was Vermouth.
That woman is like poison and also like antidote.
It's addictive, but they won't give the dosage.
Huiyuan's adult thoughts were interrupted by an academic thought: "What if the true effect of that drug isn't rejuvenation, but regeneration?"
Reshape not only the body, but also the soul?
She imagined Vermouth standing before her, her azure eyes reflecting her own image, and she softly said, "Shiho, have you ever thought about what would happen if time could flow back and death was just another beginning?"
Huiyuan's heartbeat quickened. She shook off the absurd image from her mind and told herself: Don't overthink it, it's just the effect of the drug, a biochemical reaction.
The snow fell even more heavily, and the orange lights of the small street outside the window were soft and weak in the snow.
She pulled at the collar of her fleece pajamas, wanting to bury herself in the warmth of the room, but the cold still seeped in, not on her skin, but in her bones—the kind of cold that science couldn't explain.
"Why is she doing this?" Huiyuan asked softly, "Why is she so obsessed with me?"
Was it her parents? Was it the drugs? Or was it…herself?
Haibara felt a heat creep up her cheeks and immediately attributed it to the heater being too strong.
After all, how could someone like Vermouth make such a huge decision involving important tasks for the organization just because of that fleeting romance with her in New York?
She closed her notebook and walked to the window. Snowflakes were still falling slowly, and the world of rice flowers was shrouded in pure white.
On a night like this, everything seems so far away, so unreal.
For example, one night in New York.
"Vermouth..." Her small fingertips touched the cold window glass. "Where are you now? What are you doing? Are you thinking about these questions too?"
Deep down, she knew it wasn't that simple.
Vermouth's attitude towards her was too complicated, too contradictory. Sometimes she was like a ruthless hunter, and sometimes like... a guardian?
She sighed and let go of the matter with this woman.
The brain works tirelessly like a precision instrument, sorting out all the clues about the drugs again.
The molecular formula is as complex as a heavenly book; only a few people have survived after taking it, and each of them carries a mystery.
The wind, wrapped in snow, hit the glass, making a rustling sound. In the distance, the lights of Tokyo Tower flickered.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind: What if Vermouth's "immortality" is not the goal, but a means?
What does she want to protect or control with this ageless body?
The Black Organization's goal is obviously not just to keep a person from aging.
After Drug A passes the third phase of clinical trials, there are plans for large-scale production.
This is also one of the reasons why, as a scientist, she is quite dissatisfied with Gin using experimental drugs to kill people.
The medicine she has is only in the experimental stage and has not even been tested in the first phase of clinical trials.
When she reported the matter to her boss, it fell on deaf ears. For some reason, her boss didn't react at all to the large-scale abuse of the drug.
This medicine is an important part of his plan. Not only for his own immortality, but also for the development and growth of the entire organization.
What kind of mission requires an immortal army?
Will Vermouth, who has the closest relationship with the Boss, know these inside stories?
She returned to the bedside and took out the purple capsule, the Key of Logos.
When the capsule entered her mouth and dissolved, she closed her eyes and let the drug's effects slowly spread. Her subconscious mind began to stir, like a wild horse that finally broke free from its reins.
Maybe……
Huibara's cheeks flushed slightly, not sure if it was due to the light or the aura of the imaginary movie queen.
She walked barefoot to the window.
This is the nth time today that I have been wandering back and forth between the window and the bed in this small bedroom.
The snowy night in Beika 2-chome is boundless, but Vermouth's shadow is like a lighthouse in the deep sea, appearing and disappearing.
"You must be hiding some secret, Vermouth."
Huibara's breath created a thin layer of white mist on the glass window. In an instant, she seemed to see her own reflection in the mirror, closer to another person...
The "Key of Logos" may be a key, a key that can help her solve the mystery of Vermouth.
This idea, like a flame, burned in Haibara Ai's heart, becoming more and more vigorous and intense.
Outside the window, snowflakes are floating slowly, as if the world is in slow motion.
Her consciousness has begun to fall into another world made up of all possibilities.
She drank some water, returned to the bed, lay down, closed her eyes, and the shell of rationality gradually peeled off.
My mind began to become… clear. Like a reflection in water, ruffled by the wind, yet calmed, revealing a more realistic sky.
My consciousness began to sink. And sink. And sink again.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
She counted down in her mind.
"Seven, six..."
The smile of Vermouth appeared in my mind, that confident and slightly provocative smile.
"Five, four, three..."
Warmth spread across her chest. Was it an illusion? She seemed to feel the woman's fingertips gently sliding across her collarbone, with... possessiveness.
“Two, one…”
dark.
And then... light.
She knew that she had entered the dream of a simulated world.
She saw her true self, nineteen-year-old Miyano Shiho, standing in front of the mirror.
The girl in the mirror was wearing a long black dress and had crimson nail polish on her fingers. She looked elegant and cool, unlike the simple scientist in the lab.
From the perspective above, Vermouth was standing behind her, very close.
They were standing in a desert filled with yellow sand, and the sky was a strange purple-red.
At her feet were countless broken mirrors, each of which reflected a different version of herself...
There is her wearing a white coat, holding a test tube, with an indifferent expression; there is her wearing a neon high school uniform, with an innocent smile; and... there is another her, wearing a leather jacket, holding a female pistol, standing next to Vermouth, with an ambiguous look in her eyes.
"Welcome to your subconscious dreams, Shiho-chan."
From Haibara's perspective, she entered Shiho in the desert, then suddenly turned around and saw her behind her... Vermouth.
The woman was also wearing a black long dress, the hem of which swayed slightly in the wind, like an elegant black swan.
"You, why are you here?" Shiho asked coldly, but her heart beat faster.
"This is your dream, isn't it?" Vermouth slowly approached, as if testing Shiho's limits. "If that's the case, isn't it perfectly normal for me to be here? Especially... in a scene that's even more... fascinating than this."
"You are still as narcissistic as ever." Shiho snorted coldly and said arrogantly.
"That's not important. The point is, are you finally willing to face yourself?" Vermouth's voice was like wine, warm and intoxicating.
Shiho didn't say anything, just looked at her straight in the eyes.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" asked Vermouth.
Shiho smiled softly.
This was her dream.
She had done some research on the scientific theories related to dream control and focused her attention on it.
The desert scene dissipates, and the picture unfolds like a watercolor.
In the laboratory, Vermouth gracefully turned around and, just as she was about to leave, she struck the wind chime on the doorframe. A crisp "ding-ling" sound echoed throughout the room.
This new scene made Shiho a little unhappy.
I have tried hard to control the dream, so why is that woman still there when I return to the laboratory in my safe zone?
Well, let’s make the best of it. We still don’t know who will win.
This is the first dream.
It's your home ground.
Shiho snorted.
Thousand Faces of the Queen triggers Shirley's trap card.jpg
He sat up in shock from his dying illness and asked the visitor where he came from with a smile.jpg Is this wind chime equipped with a human body sensor?
Vermouth's charming lips curved into a playful arc, and her right eye blinked gently: "Ah~ Next time I will come back with double the winks and completely conquer this place~"
About the organization Top Killer who tried to wink over scientists but was sanctioned
"Wink killing requires an environmental tax. Ms. Vermouth, please pay attention to your charm overload warning..."
Before she could finish her words, a hidden mechanism on the door frame suddenly activated, automatically spraying out a large amount of fire-extinguishing foam, instantly wrapping her tightly from head to toe.
Vermouth: "Wow~ What is that?"
A senior member of the Black Organization, a decisive and ruthless super-A killer, was rarely seen frantically wiping his face, trying hard to get rid of the foam.
Female celebrities' elegance level -1.
"On How to Use a Fire Extinguisher to Remove Makeup Physically" and "The Temptation of Bubbles: From the Black Organization to Shirley's Bathhouse" are the end of Bayley's hairspray.
"Bubble" Tokyo special. My first experience with the Thousand Faces of the Movie Queen's Facial Cleanser (damaged version) might be a physical loss of face.
It can be regarded as a contemporary social death scene award.
This level of embarrassment can directly unlock the achievement of "Best Exit Posture of the Year".
In Haibara's dream, Vermouth was actually treated so miserably.
Shiho-chan, you have such a strong hatred and bad taste. Hahahaha. Hiccup.
Miyano Shiho, who had been sitting quietly at the lab table, witnessed this sudden scene. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, and she had to suppress her laughter with great difficulty. "Humph, this is a sweet bubble trap specially prepared for uninvited guests..."
Snow's revenge.
Tsundere's technological prowess is his combat prowess. "About the time I made my one-night stand into a foam cake"
It can be said that this is the fatal contrast of the three-no girl. The scientist's smile is contracted by the foam making machine, and the tsundere quote +1 is "On how to flirt with a fire extinguisher"
Probably Dr. Miyano's hard-nosed literary rant: This isn't a prank. This is scientific research. (Hands shaking as he tries to suppress laughter)
While Vermouth was still fighting the foam, she quietly stuffed a page printed with bright lipstick into the encrypted folder, and with her slender fingers flying, she marked: Experimental record on the new compound's resistance to mammalian temptation.
"Dr. Miyano's Top Secret Files: How to Scientifically Resist the Charm of the Movie Queen" and "The Unclear State of Love Brain and Scientific Research Brain"
The romance of scientists is to write the ambiguous object into the reference (marked with the DOI number so that it can be publicly searched)
At this moment, the electronic assistant on the refrigerator suddenly made a mechanical broadcast sound.
Electronic Assistant: Shows Dr. Miyano's search history: "How to gracefully reject an older woman?" "How to remove the villain's charming lipstick mark? Urgent, waiting online."
The public execution of the internet's dark history. "About the incident where I hired a reporter in the lab" and "The browser of a modern researcher ran away from home overnight"
Smart home backstabbing. On the new social death tactics of the IoT era, this smart home exposes its true colors, hahahaha.
Trivia: Searching records is more deadly than organizing tasks.
Vermouth raised her eyebrows in triumph.
Shiho's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and the heat spread all the way to her ears.
She rushed over and unplugged the power supply at lightning speed. The whole room became quiet in an instant, with only her soft breathing as the sound remained.
"On How Researchers Physically Eliminate Digital Footprints" and "A New Approach to Silencing People in the Contemporary Era: Cutting Off Power to Alleviate All Sorrow"
Shiho muttered softly, "What a piece of crap! It failed at the crucial moment. Seriously... I'll have to return it to the factory tomorrow!"
The standard tsundere rhetoric in modern textbooks: Blame it on the broken router, broken air conditioner, and broken electronic assistant (turn around and install a love firewall for the smart assistant)
Three days later.
"Rebirth: Three Days Later, I Became a Lip Balm R&D Expert" and "On How to Transform Love Brain into Productivity"
In the laboratory, Shiho Miyano was concentrating on fiddling with various reagent bottles.
On the table, samples of the newly developed lip balm are neatly arranged.
On the Romance of Researchers: I Made Your Lipstick into a Limited-Size Color
This is a true story of a modern scientist's love-crazy brain: This lip balm formula is definitely not designed to cover up the lipstick marks of a younger woman. Absolutely not. (Cue the crazy wink)
Miyano Shiho picked up a red wine-flavored lip balm, twisted it open gently, and sniffed it close to the tip of her nose, which was on the verge of collapse. She nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the formula this time should be pretty good. I wonder..."
She suddenly realized what she was thinking, and her cheeks flushed again: "Humph, it was just developed by chance."
"About the sudden awakening of the product manager's love brain" and "The taste of adulthood (referring to the aroma of 18-year-old red wine)" can be considered to be renamed "Sulli's reverse direction"
The ultimate form of tsundere: calling a ten-page experimental record a casual one.
A scientist's mouth is harder than a conical flask.
Hmm...the direction of this dream is getting more and more crooked.
Huibara woke up in fright and went to the bathroom.
At the beginning, I was concentrating on controlling this dream because I wanted to make fun of Vermouth, but why did it turn out like this in the end?
Huiyuan OS: Damn blonde woman, don’t appear in my dreams again! Hum!
Logos simulation, continued.
Half an hour later, the air was heavy, as if every inch was filled with passion.
Dim light came from the floor lamp in the corner.
Shiho's long brown hair was spread out on the pillow in a messy manner.
Oh, how come your hair is so long? Anyway, Shiho is beautiful with long hair!
Vermouth half-knelt beside her, one hand on the bed, looking down at her as if she were looking at prey.
"What did you just say?" Vermouth's voice was as ASMR as ever, and her slender fingers gently slid across the area above Shiho's neck.
"Are you saying I'm going too far?" She stopped, tilted her head, and had a classic Hollywood villain boss smile on her lips.
"What about you, Shiho? You didn't look like you were dissatisfied with me at all just now."
Shiho bit her lower lip, trying to use silence to counter her...embarrassing words.
But her eyes betrayed her. Confusion, shame, and humiliation.
She wanted to turn over and avoid it, but as soon as she stood up a little, Vermouth's hand pressed on her shoulder.
"Oh, my little scientist, don't run away in such a hurry." Vermouth leaned down and put her lips on Shiho's ear, her breath warm.
"You can't run away, because... I haven't had enough fun yet." The way she said the lines was dangerous and ambiguous, making people shudder.
Shiho's breathing became disordered and she turned her face away, trying to avoid the burning blue gaze.
"Can you...can you please not talk like that?" Her voice was weak and sounded like she was begging for mercy.
"What?" Vermouth's slender fingers slid down her shoulder to her arm, then slowly moved to her wrist, grabbed it, and pressed her hand firmly on top of her head.
"Like this?" She chuckled, and with her other hand, she lifted Shiho's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Still like this?"
Shiho's face felt as hot as fire. She tried to free her wrists, but Vermouth was very experienced and her strength was just right, neither hurting her nor letting her escape.
Shiho's hands were restrained, and she could only grit her teeth and glare at her: "You, don't mess around."
Emmm… This isn't "Don't mess around," it's "Hurry up and do it." "Hands restrained" + "Glazed at her"—what's this? A classic AO3 tag scene: passive but stubborn #forced ambiguous play.
The scientist's calm and rationality collapsed in front of Sister Bayonetta, and he was like a blushing iceberg.
You can change "乱来" to "doi" to be more in line with the subsequent development (being shot by the anesthetic needle)
"Messing around?" Vermouth smiled even more deeply, leaning close to her face, her curved nose almost touching hers, her eyes full of possessiveness.
(Suddenly academic) This distance is within the "immediate kissing zone" of the crime scene in the "KGB Micro-Expression Manual".
This is not "randomness", this is "precision sniping".
The look in Sister Bei's eyes is very much like that of the beautiful, strong and crazy heroine who says "You are my prey". #Fatal Attraction: The atmosphere of the older beauty is full.
"My dear Shirley, Shiho-chan, isn't it... a little late for you to tell me this now?"
"A Triple Critical Hit on Addresses": Calling Shirley with a cold face, calling Shiho-chan with a bad taste, and saying "dear" in a whisper. Is Sister Bei a student in the Chinese department of the University of Tokyo? That's so good!
On the Progression of Names from Code Names to Real Names and Then to Nicknames
Vermouth's thousand-layer routine: the first layer is intimidation, the fifth layer is flirting, and the atmospheric layer is doi.
What is Vermouth's true inner thought at this moment?
A. "The more vehement the rejection, the more I want to rip your sanity apart."
B. "I'm just expressing my love in a sadistic way."
C. "She's still struggling. How adorable! I'm going to dote on her even more."
D. "The more you say no, the more I want you to say 'Uh...yes.'"
Huibara Ai woke up again.
Well, little did she know that this might not be a dream, but her subconscious mind setting off fireworks.
No, no, she doesn’t want to have such a dream again! She shook her head fiercely.
"The Troubles of a Contemporary Scientific Research Girl" Top-notch brain vs. uncontrolled hormones.
You say no, but your body is honest
Teafa Genius Scientist's Late Night Channel: The Young Detectives are broadcast during prime time, and Bayonetta's limited ASMR is mandatory during adult time.
She frowned. Did Vermouth invade her dream system? Why again?
"About the genius scientist who was repeatedly invaded by the fishing-style movie queen in his dreams" #Dangerous sister charm #Fishing-style ceiling Thousand-layer routine
You can check the ingredients of this Key of Logos. It is suspected that it was mixed with a special supply from Jiang. It is used to make the victim take some unspeakable medicine when the plot is stuck.
Or, Masaka, has the organization built some kind of machine that remotely controls consciousness?
Nonono, she doesn't like this simulated dream! She must wake up and start over.
"Scientific Research Argument on Duplicity" Don't like it, but still remember it so clearly?
Besides, it’s not a question of whether you like her or not, it’s that you can’t help thinking about her, okay?
Huibara shook her head, threw off the quilt and got out of bed, then went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water.
But... washing your face after waking up from a dream seems like a classic action when you are struck by love.
The cold water sobering method failed. Sister Bei bought a house in her heart and lived in it happily. No matter how she washed, it would not cool down.
She felt a little better after applying her favorite gardenia-scented, expensive brand face cream again.
However, although it seems like skin care, in reality it may be self-healing, trying to wash away the unspeakable throbbing in the dream.
The dream is over, but the ambiguity is not.
Shaking her head, Huiyuan felt that her consciousness had been refreshed. She hoped that in the next dream, she could focus on the main line and find clues about APTX.
The consciousness system of "Self-cultivation of a Programmer" has been reset to ver.18.0 abstinence version.
In other words, even if she wanted to have a non-mainline dream, she hoped that the dream would be about solving nonsensical cases with the detective team or her daily life of camping in the wild, and not dream about that annoying bad woman again.
"Hate" = "I'll really be in trouble if I dream about her again."
The word "bad woman" is the most dangerous forbidden zone in her heart, but also the sweetest candy. #Villain Girlfriend Literature
"The Superposition State of Contemporary Researchers" jumps back and forth between "Sister is in danger" and "Sister, come closer." It's not that I don't want to dream, but that I dare not dream.
Q: What is the real reason why Haibara Ai keeps dreaming about Bayonetta? (Single choice)
A. The Lily Gene Awakening Program hidden in the Logos Key;
B. Bayley secretly installed Fifty Shades of Grey incense in her bedroom;
C. Talking too much about Wynyard female celebrities during the day, and dreaming about them at night (Ayumi-chan: Is that my fault?);
D. This generation of audiences is too eager to support a couple.
#Double Aesthetic Ceiling #Scientist's Rationality VS Hormonal Rebellion #What to do if this villain is too good at teasing
Haibara, her mouth was denying it, but her body was already refilling the cup of her dream.
It's still an extra large cup.
She shook her head and smiled helplessly. At this moment, she would rather dream about the various unreasonable cases that Maori Kogoro took on, such as the case where the victim swallowed an octopus.
Yes, for her, Ogisawa Nobuo's nonsensical script may be much safer than Vermouth.
The Octopus Case has a risk factor of 0.5 stars vs. The Temptation of Sister Bayonetta has a risk factor of all stars.
The consequence of trying to cover up a dull memory with confusing behavior is...
The confusing plot is safe, but not exciting. I subconsciously know that Sister Bei is the heroine in my life.
However, from her purely rational point of view, Vermouth should be a part of her huge plan to seek justice for her family, and adding anything else, whether it is emotion or anything else, will add uncertainty to this plan.
"General Theory of East Asian Studies: Practical Edition" expounds on the academic anxiety of a genius.
Reason began to clear up, but emotions had already secretly come online.
Love: I'm not saying I don't want you to take revenge, I just want to accomplish it with you. A love-brained person can also pursue a career.
The 18-year-old Miyano Shiho, who is well-read and has an IQ of 180, knows deeply that there is often no purely physical relationship between her and Vermouth, or between girls. Once a physical relationship is involved, it is easy to develop an emotional relationship.
Zhang Ailing: Is this lovely tea-haired young lady from Japan reading my book? What is the path to a woman's heart?
Teacher Zhang registered on Xiaohongshu overnight and gave a thumbs up: This generation of readers has a very high level of understanding!
Suddenly, I started to get philosophical. So, is Bayley greedy for her body, her brain, or her body and her brain?
At this moment, Haibara has already started the literary girl's self-criticism mode of love. It's not that she doesn't understand, it's that she understands too well.
The iceberg rational shou VS the dangerous upward attacker, the dream is the trailer, the reality is the main text that slowly gets out of control, Miyano Shiho is a genius prisoner who builds a wall with rationality but keeps breaking through the defense.
Haibara, what is the most likely way to cover up the dream?
A. Drink black coffee until you have heart palpitations;
B. Give the Junior Detectives a very difficult puzzle to divert their attention;
C. Secretly search "How to delete subconscious memories";
D. Add wasabi to Conan's rice balls.
Huiyuan patted her little face, sighed, and lay back down in the children's bed.
The effect of the Key of Logos was still there, and what she needed was to sleep as peacefully as possible.
Ten minutes later, the third dream of the night finally began.
So, does having a high IQ mean you can do whatever you want? After a day of work, the average person simply doesn't have enough brain cells to dream at night. All they want is a dreamless night and a good rest.
But a queen with an IQ of 180 can have three dreams in a row, all of which are full of high-intensity emotional tugs?
It is said that the IQ difference between humans and the smartest dogs is about 50.
It is known that Miyano Shiho's IQ is 180, and the average person's IQ is between 90 and 110.
Question: Does Shiho Miyano look at ordinary people the same way ordinary people look at their pet dogs?
Think about it carefully, what does an IQ of 180 mean in history?
The IQs of Albert Einstein and Leonardo da Vinci are estimated to be between 160 and 190, and since neither of them took an IQ test themselves, there are many theories that his scores could be even higher.
Some famous brain sports, such as chess players, have had their IQs tested, and found to be around 170.
At a higher level, a chess player with an IQ of 194 can play against the supercomputer Deep Blue.
Going up further, some mathematicians scored around 230. However, this is a deviation, because the design of IQ questions is biased towards mathematical problems, so mathematicians have a natural advantage.
Hiroki Sawada, the genius in "The Phantom of Baker Street," was a graduate student at MIT at just 10 years old. Officials haven't given a specific IQ figure, but it's likely high.
Miyano Shiho was able to create APTX4869 based on her parents' research, and her IQ is 180, which is well deserved.
What's more, what Conan and other red team protagonists don't know is that this small red and white capsule of drug A is only a small part of the organization's entire plan.
The rest requires IQ, multi-threaded computing, and more.
Only Miyano Shiho can hold it.
Therefore, after she left the organization, although the organization contacted and recruited many biologists, research progress was still slow.
Then, Vermouth, who knows about the existence of Haibara Ai, holds an ace card.
Miyano Shiho is the ace that the boss values very much.
After all, there are many subordinates like Gin who are good at fighting and killing, so there are alternatives.
Gin is loyal and has strong execution ability, so he deserves 90 points. If it were someone else, it might be 80 points, but the task can still be completed, just not as beautifully.
But there is only one scientist in the world with an IQ of 180 and whose whole family is engaged in drug A research.
The difference between having Miyano Shiho and not having Miyano Shiho in the organization's research is the difference between having and not having, not the difference between 90 points and 80 points.
So the boss was very dissatisfied with Gin for "forcing Miyano Shiho to death/forcing her to leave".
However, the political struggles within these organizations were not something Huiyuan knew about at the moment.
At this moment, she was asleep, just fighting with her own dreams and the woman in the dreams.
In the dream, the drizzle in London, as always, cast a hazy glow on the city lights.
Under the awning of the Royal Opera House, nineteen-year-old Dr. Shiho Miyano stood quietly.
The purple dress she was wearing, combined with the gray night, created a unique feeling.
She shouldn't be here.
Scientists should not be seen in public, participating in such public events, where people are everywhere taking selfies with their phones.
But tonight, I made an exception. This was a reward for my research breakthrough.
Yes, as the most important scientist in the organization, she has freedom of action, and other small bosses in the organization can't control her. (Glancing at Gin)
At this moment, she didn't know that she had fallen into a web woven by a beauty.
The organization's network is just ordinary, but the Hollywood queen's love network is deadly.
After all, why would Vermouth need a gun to catch people? A flicker of her eyes could send people into a state of eternal damnation.
Sure enough, the camera zoomed out and across the cobblestone square, Chris Wynyard was looking at the young scientist through the telescope with his eyes moving and squinting.
A champagne flute dangled elegantly between her beautifully manicured fingers.
As a renowned American actress, Chris has mastered the art of hiding in plain sight.
Otherwise, as a senior member of the organization, being an actor would only bring inconvenience and find a cage for yourself.
At this moment, the scene in her eyes fascinated her: this woman, who was in her twenties, had a calmness and maturity that did not match her age in her every move.
"She's such a striking beauty, yet she insists on hiding in a lab and being a wallflower. Isn't that strange?"
Chris muttered to himself playfully, the curve of his lips, this smile, had captivated countless fans and appeared on the covers of thousands of magazines.
Of course, what's a VOGUE cover? If I captured that smile, I'd probably end up on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list.
But the word "wallflower" reminds people of how Haibara Ai looked when she just joined the Junior Detective League. At that time, she was also standing under the cherry tree in such a distant manner, silently watching the three little ones find clues, and Conan pretending to be deep and handsome to solve the case.
The first meeting at the opera house was with Vermouth, a carefully planned plot, but Shiho would not understand it until a long time later.
But this is actually a logos simulation in a dream, so whether you understand it or not doesn't seem to matter much. After all, when you wake up, everything should be zero.
The musical began, it was Puccini, which Shiho Miyano liked.
The actor was in great shape, his voice was very penetrating, and his singing was very steady, which made her feel that it was worth taking the small risk to come to the scene.
During the intermission, the audience stood up and the well-dressed celebrities filed into the hall.
Shiho also went out to get some fresh air and stood alone in the corner, looking at the program list.
Chris, like a ninth-dan chess player, controls every move with precision.
Graceful, like a cat, he appeared silently beside Shiho. Killer Movement Technique.jpg
"You, at first glance, are not the type of person who would give up the laboratory for Puccini." Chris spoke with a standard American West Coast accent, Hollywood style.
The aria from "Tosca" is still ringing in her ears, and Bayley turned the opera lines into a weapon to pick up girls.
It's really easy to do.
So in Haibara's dream, in the subconscious simulated by Logos, Vermouth is the Sea King with max skills in picking up girls?
Shiho's head snapped up, her alertness instantly reaching its peak. (Quick screenshot of the cat's furry look).
However, when she saw who was coming, her expression relaxed.
After all, who doesn't recognize Chris Wynyard's stunningly beautiful face as a Hollywood enchantress?
She was like the heroine from an opera, with her own spotlight, instantly capturing Shiho's attention and sight.
Many gentlemen and ladies around were secretly looking at her and whispering about her, but no one dared to disturb her.
"As for you, it seems like you're more accustomed to being in the spotlight than in the audience," Shiho replied, also in an American English accent, but with a slight Bostonian accent and an East Coast twang, and as always, a faint sense of indifference.
Chris chuckled, her voice so sweet that even she felt it was too real. "Ah ha, well, you've seen through it all. But real life, of course, has its... well, wonderful things."
Her sharp gaze swept across Shiho's face, not missing the blush that flashed across that pretty little cheek.
The overly sweet voice was probably the result of the actress's sugar-coated bullet hitting the scientist's sophisticated firewall, which had a one-second loophole.
The word "wonderful" is comparable to the first meeting in a martial arts drama, where the pick-up line is "The girl's swordsmanship is so special."
The drawn-out ending tone hides eight hundred thoughts and the viewing volume of thirty "Carol" movies.
Scientists should probably start up their infrared thermometers right away. This blush data might be enough to publish a paper titled "On the Speed of Defeat in the Next-Year Offensive."
After all, Miyano Shiho is a long-time fan of hers, having watched all of Chris and Sharon's films numerous times. She knows them by heart, and can easily identify any line from any movie or scene.
Yes, as a scientist with access to the organization's most confidential experimental information, coupled with an IQ of 180, she deduced that Sharon and Chris were actually the same person.
At the beginning, Shiho Miyano watched movies for scientific research, which is indeed the case.
It is to verify my judgment and see if these two people are the same person.
Just watching it, I became a fan.
In a way, after changing her identity, Vermouth is still working as an actress, which makes her feel a little confident.
You have to know that in this era, Chris's face will be recorded by the current 8K high-definition camera. People like Shiho Miyano have noticed the similarities between her and Sharon.
Considering this, this woman must be quite proud and confident in her acting skills and disguise skills.
This kind of confidence has a bit of the fearless feeling of a murderer returning to the scene.
Of course, there are not many people in the world with an IQ of 180. You should know that 180 is the IQ of Leonardo da Vinci.
Among these highly intelligent people, not many would pay attention to an actress like Chris Wenya. They are often immersed in their own scientific research, just like Miyano Shiho.
It's just that as a genius as she is, a teenage scientist, she pays more attention to beautiful female stars.
"Ms. Wynyard, I've long admired your work," Shiho began, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite her face flushing. "Your performance in 'Midnight Masquerade' was truly professional."
On the surface, it's business flirting, but in reality, it's a secret exchange of glances. [Learn from] Chapter 2, Section 8, on-site teaching in "On How to Flirt in Academic Conferences."
"Call me Chris, please?"
A classic yuri theme: the battle of names. From "Fingersmith" to "Burning," this tactic works every time.
"Shiho. Just call me Shiho then."
The name exchange ceremony is completed and the bride is sent to the bridal chamber (bushi)
The eternal law of the Yuri universe: When two people who speak English fluently start calling each other by their first names, there may only be five chapters left before they can physically touch each other. (Spoiler alert)
For Chris, an American, this might have been fine, but for Miyano Shiho, a half-Japanese who grew up in Japan, the thought of having her name called so quickly was, well, huh? The scientists' defenses had been breached, and they could immediately check the lab access control system. Note, this wasn't a drill; it was a Level 12 alert.
"More interested in fiddling with molecular formulas than Puccini and Mozart?"
The scientist narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why are you..."
"Your hands," Chris said first, "the way you hold the cup. Those are the hands of people who deal with precision instruments and measuring cups all day long, not the hands of people who drink and chat in social circles."
What a Sherlock Holmes-esque observation. The actress must have secretly binge-watched 300 episodes of Sherlock.
That's not a problem, after all, this is London. Even if it's a dream.
This detail represents the aesthetic hegemony of Ji Lao's hands.
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