Chapter 76: It’s Sister Bei’s script, it’s not someone else’s turn to add to the drama…
It's still snowing in Tokyo.
It was too quiet in the car, as if the air had been paused.
Bourbon shifted slightly and spoke, his tone calm, his words hinting at something. "Say, Shirley... um, that young lady. Are you concerned about her whereabouts? Does this...important scientist mean anything to you whether she's alive or dead?"
Before he finished speaking, the warmth in the car, even though the heater was on, suddenly disappeared.
Vermouth stopped playing with her cigarette. She tilted her head, her gaze piercing Bourbon. Her voice, still sweet and cloying, was tinged with a smile. "Bourbon, have you heard that saying? Curiosity kills the cat. And as for a talkative dog... that can kill him."
Every word is clear, and beneath the commercial sweetness of the female star's professionalism lies a bone-chilling chill.
Bourbon's shoulder muscles tightened instantly.
The rearview mirror reflected the dark color that passed through his eyes, which was then replaced by a layer of meaningless smile lines.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry." Bourbon raised his hands, disregarding traffic safety, in a gesture of surrender. His tone sounded relaxed. "I'm just purely curious. Shirley is a hot topic in the organization, after all. Who wouldn't be curious about her 'final chapter'?"
Vermouth did not comment, but just hummed softly.
She placed her fingers on the back of Bourbon's chair. "Bourbon, remember this," she said, her voice low but with a hint of authority. "It's not your turn to add to my 'script.' Otherwise, your 'role'... might be 'offline' even earlier than scheduled."
Bourbon's Adam's apple rolled.
"Scheduled time"? Masaka, Vermouth knew his undercover identity?
As the saying goes, a thief has a guilty conscience. As an undercover agent, the biggest secret is your identity. Protecting your identity is the most important prerequisite for your mission, so you often think too much when organizing a conversation with the Riddler.
He shrugged exaggeratedly and spread his hands again. If those pretty traffic police ladies saw such dangerous driving, they would definitely issue a ticket. "Hey, hey, as you say, I won't say anything more. But, Vermouth, what are you planning with this look...? Are you trying to catch something big? Or... just for fun?"
Vermouth did not answer.
She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. The corners of her lips, delicate and elegant, drew a line that no one could decipher.
The image that came to mind was that little figure...
Haibara Ai.
Shirley.
Those blue eyes that were as clear as the deep ice of Lake Baikal.
That little face in the laboratory, with its lips pursed stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat, yet so fragile that it made one's heart suffocate.
The unique feeling emanating from that child not only makes people want to get close to him, but also evokes strange and secret desires in people, wanting to destroy him.
Care about her life or death? Maybe.
But what made her even more addicted was... would the frozen, delicate heart of the scientist be loosened by her, even just a little bit...?
Outside the car window, the snow had turned to rain without anyone noticing. Raindrops tapped against the glass, making a soft, pattering sound, and smearing the neon lights outside the window.
Bourbon's brows furrowed, then quickly smoothed. Deep within him, a wave of curiosity still bubbled up, only to be quenched for a second. The woman beside him... oh, every gesture was a carefully choreographed performance. And what about him, Bourbon? As an undercover agent, he'd probably have to proceed with caution. He'd have to take his time.
Bourbon's grip on the steering wheel tightened a little. "Dear, I don't mean anything by that. It's just that this dusty 'old script' is always being brought up at inappropriate times, and it really makes me feel uneasy."
Riddler plus one. “By someone”, by whom?
Or is it just a trick?
You're also using mirror image theory, imitating Vermouth and casually calling people "dear." You should know that native English speakers, as well as many other Western languages, have this idiom, beginning with "dear, sweetheart." It's similar to calling someone "darling" in Chinese. But Amuro Toru, you're a true Japanese. You should be so subtle that even saying "I love you" should be like, "The moon is beautiful tonight."
All right, birds of a feather flock together. Who told you to always go on missions together?
After a brief pause, Bourbon spoke again, his voice raised and feigning a casual air, as if casually tossing out a topic of gossip: "For example... those recent rumors about Shirley? After all, cleaning up 'abandoned chess pieces' is our job. Vermouth, isn't your concern about whether that 'chess piece' has been 'retired' a little... excessive? Hmm?"
"Old script", "rumors", "abandoned chess pieces", "cleaning up"... every word and sentence points to the core without any hesitation: Shirley's whereabouts and Vermouth's secretive feelings.
Bourbon's voice remained professionally steady, but the words he uttered were still tireless, testing her watertight defenses.
The air in the car was still heavy.
The curve of Vermouth's lips slowly narrowed and disappeared.
In the dim light inside the car, the emerald green pupils suddenly gleamed with a sharp light, and then instantly sank into the silence of a deep pool.
She slouched, picking up a new cigarette from her delicate handmade case and gently pressing the tip against the back of Bourbon's hand. Her movements lacked the casual playfulness of her usual banter with her partner, instead revealing a cat-and-mouse vibe.
A clear warning.
"Mr. Bourbon," she began. Her voice still had the quality of a Hollywood actress, but within that magnetic quality, there was a distinct chill of ice. "As an 'actor,' you only need to play your own 'role' well. It's not your turn to worry about the 'storylines' in other people's scripts, especially those that have long since 'ended,' is it?"
The corners of her lips rose again, that mysterious arc that was unique to Vermouth, the secret that made a woman more feminine.
"Keep your eyes on the road, my dear 'driver.' It would be such a bummer if we strayed from our 'set route.'"
The words were lighthearted again, but beneath the teasing tone lay the core of an order. What "deviating from the route" meant was self-evident.
Bourbon's Adam's apple rolled. Through the rearview mirror, he stared directly into those green eyes. After a few seconds of vague confrontation, he finally looked away and curled his lips.
"Understood. Ensure safe delivery, my queen."
After all, Amuro Toru, or rather, the undercover agent of the Japanese intelligence agency, Furuya Rei, felt guilty and was afraid that Vermouth would suspect his identity.
He was diligent and conscientious on weekdays, and from time to time he secretly inquired about the organization's information, which aroused suspicion.
Today I also found out about the secret queen.
From another perspective, Toru Amuro is really dedicated to his beloved lover Neon.
Moreover, if Gin knew that he was an undercover agent, it would be simple and quick. The whole thing could be solved with one shot, which would be a relief.
However, if the Secret Master Vermouth knew that he was an undercover agent, at the very least, he would use this to threaten him to do this and that, making full use of his undercover identity, which would make things particularly complicated.
So he might be more worried about Vermouth finding out than Gin finding out.
Bourbon and Vermouth each had their own thoughts, and the carriage returned to silence.
Outside the window, the sound of rain gradually subsided and turned into light snow. The sound of the wipers rustling across the glass set a tense tone for the confrontation in the car.
The car finally came to a slow stop in front of a high-rise apartment building with a simple and low-key style.
Vermouth pushed the door open, and the wind wrapped in rain and snow rushed in, ruffling her golden curly hair.
She turned her head and looked at Bourbon, narrowing her eyes and taking it easy: "Remember next time, Bourbon-kun, don't just randomly fall into the 'cute couple' thing... There are some 'plot lines' that you can't catch up with."
Bourbon was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and waved his hands: "Hey, hey. I'd better stay in my place and be a good 'convenient tool' for Her Majesty the Queen."
The sports car's butterfly doors closed, a muffled sound separating the inside from the outside. The smile on Vermouth's face instantly faded.
Business expressions, don’t waste a second.
She looked up at the night sky, which was hazy with snow, and whispered softly, "Shirley... please don't let my efforts be in vain..."
She watched Bourbon's car drive away, walked into the garage, and started her Lamborghini.
She didn't plan to stay here tonight, but she also didn't want Bourbon to know where she lived elsewhere.
Vermouth, the cunning rabbit with three burrows, and her colleagues at the winery who are like plastic sisters.
It is not easy to be a member of the winery or an undercover agent. In the life of ordinary people, it is just the ordinary daily routine of going home and commuting. For them, everything must be hidden, at least three times a day.
It's really tiring to have to think about such trivial things every day, just like eating Shiho's key to Logos.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that being a member of a winery is more cost-effective, after all, their salaries are high.
Of course, the one with the best value for money is Toru Amuro, who works three jobs and receives three salaries.
In the Lamborghini, the window was slightly opened, and snowflakes kissed her beautiful cheeks. The coolness could not suppress the almost scorching light deep in her eyes.
I have a lot of expectations for my trip to Tokyo this time.
On a snowy night in Tokyo, the smile on Vermouth's lips is delicate and charming.
On this side, in Mika 2-chome, on the second floor of the oval cake villa, is Miyano Shiho's simulated dream, Inception style, but currently, there is only one layer of the dream.
After all, this level of dream is an ordinary classic London copy, and it does not involve time travel or anything like that. It is just modern London. She seems to have no way to control the direction. If she opens two more levels, well, it will probably be a mess.
From this perspective, Shiho still has a gap in the simulation world compared to Hiroki, the computer genius in "The Phantom of Baker Street" (crossed out, should be "room for improvement").
Hiroki was only ten years old, but he was already quite professional. At that time, he was running several completely different simulations of the game "Cocoon" at the same time.
After all, everyone has their own expertise, and Dr. Shiho's skills are mainly in biochemistry.
Even a genius cannot achieve perfection in all professions. After all, human energy and life span are limited.
Unless you cheat and break through the life limit.
This is what Karasuma Renya pursues. To this end, he's willing to go to extremes, even considering degenerating into a baby. Of course, Shiho doesn't know this yet.
If from now on, she could use her IQ of 180 to devote some of her energy to doing this logos simulation well, the results of the next simulations would probably be much better.
After all, her simulations were based on her expertise in biochemistry, creating a simulated world from the perspective of biological neuroscience. Hiroki, on the other hand, approached the simulation from the perspective of computer hardware. Because of their different knowledge bases and skill points, their simulations followed different paths.
In terms of the complexity of neurons, the human brain is naturally more powerful than the computer's CPU.
So theoretically, the upper limit of the Logos Key is much higher than Hiroki's game in "The Phantom of Baker Street".
In other words, the complexity, precision and logic level can all be much higher.
Therefore, Shiho's plan involves multiple layers of dreams.
She had a script. Simply put, she planned to capture Vermouth in the first level of dreams, and then sneak into Vermouth's dream to see the secrets of this woman, especially the secrets related to drug A.
There's also her past and present lives, and... her love-hate relationship with Kudo Yukiko. (Eh, something strange seems to have sneaked in that has nothing to do with making the antidote? Why would Shiho want to see this?)
Of course, these ambitious plans seem impossible to accomplish based on tonight's simulation.
Tonight is still an ordinary, dull snowy night in London, Beizhi Education is moving towards simulation.
This broken key of Logos created a messy dream simulation, which was increasingly contrary to the original intention of the inventor.
Huihara's original intention in inventing this medicine was to find clues about aptx.
But now it has become a London date in a strange parallel world where "Betsey transforms from a winery boss into a PUA love-brained person, and Shiho transforms from an icy scientist into a masochistic cat."
Outside the window, there is an endless snowy night in London.
Inside the window, the body of nineteen-year-old Dr. Miyano was burning with an empty heat that had nowhere to go.
"The snowy night in London is a little cold, but my heart is as warm as Xiaolan's Iron Fist" series opens.
In this plot, it seems that Sister Bayonet is not here to carry out a mission, but to execute "her people".
Cross-border mission: Field codename: "Sister Bayonet strikes, the fire in her heart spreads across the land."
Shiho's os: I'm wearing a cashmere coat, but my heart is burning. Is this love giving me a fever, or is it a scientific allergic reaction? (Breaking defense warning)
"On the Black Organization Members' Provoking Color in London" #On the Necessity of Transnational Law Enforcement#
To sum up: The undercover agents are all on the ship, how do you calculate the organization's KPI?! #Amuro Toru wants to hit someone after seeing this# #Gin says this is not the organization I know#
At the presentation, the following PowerPoint presentation: "According to incomplete statistics, the Black Organization has achieved global operations, exporting its romance business to London." Will there be a "Kier-led Love Study Tour in London" next time?
On the bedside table, Vermouth's slender fingertips unhooked a silk handkerchief and delicately wrapped it around Shiho's delicate wrist, pulling it upward and tying it securely at the head of the bed. The knot was tied deftly and securely, with just the right tightness, without any discomfort.
This level of proficiency in these movements... Is Beilu Modou an FBI undercover or a senior instructor of a certain skill?
As expected of you, Sister Bei, a woman who understands the “silk” life.
Looking closely, this knot is incredibly professional. Masaka Belmode, a killer by trade and a craftsman by trade?
"You like this, huh?" Vermouth's ASMR-level voice was filled with a teasing smile. She fine-tuned the tightness with her fingers, and the perfect amount of tightness just stirred Shiho's inner uneasiness. "Be good, little cat."
This is such a terrible line, it's so overbearing, I almost thought I was watching a certain "Super A Crazy Queen Top x Masochistic Genius Pharmacist"!
Shiho, please wake up. You are a scientific research king who can blow up an entire building in the laboratory. How come you become a "little kitten" in Vermouth's hands!
"Kitten" warning! Huiyuan: Please respect my three-dimensional science character! Sister Bei: Sorry, I only respect instinct!
Shiho: Once again, I was complaining in my heart about the lines of the adult group (crossed out) and the attitude group.
This, after all, is a dream simulation she's leading, so...is Vermouth in Miyano Shiho's eyes such a stereotype? With all the corny, old-fashioned lines and that domineering CEO vibe?
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is harsh. Isn't this a true love scene where your IQ drops? Please, Shiho, you'd better retreat quickly. This is not your area of expertise!
Dr. Miyano: I originally came here to check for drug A, but how come I woke up to find myself in love?
It's not that she can't control her dreams, she just can't control her (Vermouth).
Vermouth: I don't need any acting skills, just one look from me and Shiho will make you fall.
Shiho raised her eyes and stared at her. Her beautiful ice-blue eyes seemed to resist, but a watery color involuntarily filled them. "Have you...had enough of this?"
"Have you had enough of this trouble?" is probably one of the top 3 most powerless lines of resistance from all the tsunderes on the Internet.
Shiho regained her sanity for 3 seconds before quickly losing power.
She has the dual buffs of coldness and fragility, and she has a true triple identity with buffs stacked up: a pharmaceutical scientist, a beautiful rice flower girl, and the domineering boss’s “kitten”.
Vermouth seemed oblivious. With a subtle push of her slender fingertips, Shiho involuntarily turned around, facedown, onto the soft bed.
Although the Black Organization's senior killers have maxed out their combat power, Bayonetta's physical "persuasiveness" can be very powerful if needed.
However, at this level, even an ordinary scientific researcher, Miyano Shiho, could easily break free.
Firstly, this was originally a dream simulation of hers. With an IQ of 200, even if she couldn't fully control the direction of this simulation, she could still end it at any time. Just say no.
Secondly, in the role, Vermouth, there are no restrictions on her actions, nor any forced behavior.
Question: Why is Dr. Miyano still in Bayonetta's bedroom? So weird (innocent face. JPG)
Following this trend, can we get clues about the antidote or prototype drug for APTX?
It's not hidden in Bayley's bedside table, is it? (Funny.JPG)
Miss Shiho Miyano with an IQ of 200, what big game is she playing?
"Count them out." Vermouth played with the small leather toy in her hand, her voice as mellow as the London night.
Classic teaching lines are online: Should the next sentence be "If you make a mistake, try again"?
Dr. Miyano actually obeyed my orders.
By the fifth count, the final note was already unstable, tinged with a slight tremor. Vermouth leaned down, her soft lips pressed against that piece of skin, gently kissing each of the pale red marks. Her movements were very gentle.
The detail control is here. It turns out that Miss Bay is not only good at playing psychological warfare with several layers of twists and turns, but also good at "sticking and healing" at a professional level.
"What a patient child you are." Vermouth whispered, with praise between the lines, or perhaps something deeper.
Shiho: Sister, please understand, I am a cool and talented doctor of pharmacy, not your little pet!
From the secret compartment beside the bed, Vermouth pulled out a toy. It felt cool to the touch, its texture smooth. When it turned on, a very low humming sound penetrated her ears.
Bedside prop storage warning! Sister Bei, how did you manage to put all those supplies and professional crime tools in the same drawer?
Wherever the object touched, a tingling sensation instantly coursed through her limbs. At the same moment, Vermouth's fingertips, with a leisurely rhythm and the confidence of a queen in complete control, performed her task with ease.
Beilu Modou, with his control, complex operations, and imperial demeanor, if he had used them to fight against the organization, the main storyline would have been completed ten years ago.
Hashidou Madai, a high-ranking member of the organization, owns several luxury homes and cars in Tokyo, a world-class city. This proves that the organization treats her well (at least materially). Why would she rebel against the organization? (Main story warning. JPG)
Suddenly, a question popped up:
If Shiho were faced with Vermouth's "scientific yuri control" in real life, what would she do?
A. "Count calmly and wait for help. For example, Xiaolan broke into the house."
B. "Take the initiative to counterattack and pick up the experimental equipment on the bedside table to counterattack."
C. "One click away, see you on the London Underground! Mind the Gap! Pay attention to the gaps in the platform!"
D. "Just lie down and act like a jerk. After all, she's Miss Bayonetta, so let her do whatever she wants." After all, the original work is based on reasoning, but this one can't be pushed by reason.
Choose B! The chances of a scientific girl's comeback are numbered!
One is a master of disguise, the other a cold-faced genius. Two highly intelligent ladies on a snowy night in London, is this really okay?
The current simulation has nothing to do with investigating the raw materials and principles of Drug A. Why hasn't Shiho Miyano, the inventor of the Logos Key and the manager of dreams, ended this simulation? (Ayumi-chan's innocent look)
Shiho's voice was broken and incoherent. She clutched the silk scarf tightly around her wrist. Her body defied reason, responding to Vermouth's confident and effortless movements, silently begging for the wave that would bring an end to it all.
At this moment, if there is a barrage:
"High-energy warning ahead! AUV, the administrator of this little shabby station is about to close the building!"
"No, no, no, this is still above the neck, not to the extent of sealing off the building. Sisters, continue!"
"Silk square scarf, where do you buy this? Please give me the Taobao keywords!"
"Ah, Shiho's character: she says no, but her body is honest [doge]"
"I didn't know 'teasing' could be used this way. I've even learned the barrage."
"Physical resistance, physiological honesty.jpg"
"Sister Bei's fingers are so beautiful. I want to sit on them. Can I say that? Oh, oh, oh"
"Sister upstairs, your skirt has fallen off, put it on quickly."
"Silk Handkerchief: I'm just a passerby, why do you let me see these!"
Shiho has now entered the state of "double buff of self-struggle & addiction", the classic plot routine: contrast cuteness is here!
"One more time, huh?" Vermouth's voice was soft and gentle, close to her ear. "Let me see...how much you need me."
This line shows off the female attacker's overwhelming aura.
Danmujun:
"This tone is like a queen's rule, teach, it's a rule!!!"
"As expected of Bayley, she's so sweet that my ears are pregnant (groundhog scream)"
"Who can stand this tone! This isn't flirting, this is murder!"
Chinese translation: Sister Beijie said online: "Aren't you stubborn? I will make you give in, again and again."
Shiho had no choice but to obey. The second thrust came faster and harder. Her soft sobs were completely muffled by the thick, soft pillow.
Barrage:
"Second impact??? This is a burst skill, right?!"
“Does Station B teach this move? (Funny)”
"Sister Bei's hand skills are amazing!"
"The sound of crying is muffled in the pillow. Makes sense. The soundproofing in the Science Universe is very good!"
"Director, the bed is shaking. What's the magnitude of the earthquake?"
"If you don't understand, just ask, sisters, why doesn't Shiho end the simulation? Is there a bug in the Logos Key? (Innocent smile. JPG)"
"Image supplement: The thick and soft pillow design is good. Can the pillow have some red heart patterns or something to add a girly touch?"
"Chinese translation and interpretation: Shiho is now sinking, falling, and letting herself go. Sister Bei is maxing out her output, and the audience is crazy about AWSL!"
The headboard was shaking slightly, and the light was soft, reflecting on the two figures.
Vermouth let her climb to a higher place, then hugged her trembling body and helped her calm down.
Barrage:
"Get the cigarette afterward"
"Sister Bei was considerate about the hug afterwards, Lady Ke Xue!"
"The heights of bliss and all that, Sister Bay's artistic talent is overflowing!"
Then, Vermouth untied the silk scarf and carefully stroked the pale red mark with her fingertips over and over again. The air was filled with joy and the languor that followed the joy. Not far away, the fire in the fireplace had dimmed.
Outside, the ancient city of London was covered in heavy snow.
Inside, there’s the warmth of absinthe and sherry.
Barrage:
"Ah, this is Sister Bei's one-stop after-sales service!"
"A light red mark, this detail... I get it!"
"Fireplace, bed, London night, standard British lesbian package!"
"This move is too deadly... Sister Bei, are you here to fall in love or to commit a crime?"
"Shiho must be shouting in her heart: 'This woman is so scary, but I like her so much' or something like that."
"I suggest the author strengthen the psychological description. For example, is Shiho feeling ashamed? Is she nostalgic? Or... a different kind of excitement (cough)?"
Finally, the two of them embraced each other, nestling deep into the spacious bed. The embers of the fireplace cast only a faint glow of warmth. Vermouth's fingers, the same fingers that had brought her so many...unique sensations, now casually and gently traced across Shiho's back, tracing the trajectory of the starry sky.
Barrage:
"Deep inside the bed, this barrage is trying to get in!"
"Baijie: a killer by day, a gentle big sister by night. Shiho: completely conquered."
"I suggest a zoomed-out shot with messy sheets."
"Are the sheets still usable?"
Shiho snuggled deeper into the warm embrace, her cheek pressed against Vermouth's collarbone, her breathing long and deep, but her consciousness remained clear.
Barrage:
"A hit to the collarbone is a sure kill! The atmosphere is full!"
"Shiho's aegyo look: she doesn't say it, but her actions are honest."
"Outside, I'm calm, but inside, my heart is racing. My reason and emotions are beginning to wrestle."
"You really are..." Shiho's voice was low, like a dream talk, "a strange person." The sigh at the end of the words was light and airy, without any disgust, but rather wrapped in a bit of helplessness that was a bit coquettish, and... even she herself was unwilling to admit it clearly in the simulated world, a little bit of secret attachment.
Barrage:
"A secret attachment, this is the tsundere who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside!"
"Sleep talk is on full blast, Shiho, just accept it!"
"Shiho has already fallen, all she needs to do is admit it!"
"The tone of this 'weird person' is no longer insulting, it's acting like a spoiled child!"
"You may have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, Shiho, stop pretending. You obviously like her very much!"
"Betty must have been delighted to hear this: 'This little cat is finally acting like a spoiled brat~'"
"And you are mine." Vermouth tightened her arms, holding her even tighter. Her words revealed an undisguised possessiveness, yet something else was also etched in them... a special, unspoken feeling.
Vermouth may also be a tsundere in relationships.
Barrage:
"Sister Bay declares sovereignty warning!"
"I can hear 'You are mine' for the rest of my life!"
"Possessiveness max! Domineering aura full on!"
"Sister Bei directly swore ownership, and Shiho immediately surrendered."
"Sister Bei's possessiveness is exploding!"
"Words like 'you are mine' can only sound oppressive when spoken by a villainous little demon, no, queen!"
"I declare Bei Zhi is locked! I'll make the candy that the official can't give me myself!"
There are some things that two people understand tacitly and no one points out.
When adults are in love, they understand everything but don’t say it out loud.
The best way is to maximize the ambiguity and stop at the right time.
Outside the window, heavy snow covered the entire city of London, and the world was very quiet.
Only in this room filled with the residual warmth of the fireplace, the tide between the two people was still surging secretly.
Complex, contradictory, yet extremely real.
Friend or foe? Identity and stance become blurred and faded at this moment.
This night, they belonged only to each other. That was enough.
Barrage:
"Identity fades, this wave is a pure warrior!"
"You say they're enemies or friends? I say they're a pair of super cute lovers who love and hate each other!"
"Tonight belongs to each other only, and tomorrow we'll fight to the death!"
"Snow scene + firelight + double bed for two = the three-piece set of an art film."
"London: 'I, a well-informed person, witnessed the blossoming of a lesbian romance.'"
Traditional arts, live voting is essential:
Shiho, your current mental activity is most likely:
A. "I will report this woman tomorrow!"
B. "Wow... maybe I like her a little too..."
C. "Soga, it turns out that being held by her like this... is really reassuring."
D. "I want to counterattack!" (?)
Barrage:
"One vote for option C, so sweet!"
"Shiho: 'I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!'"
"Option D: The Brave Man Appears [Funny]"
Additional questions, scientific proof questions:
Known: Shiho is an icy and sharp-tongued science and engineering girl who is always self-disciplined, cold and unapproachable.
We also know that Vermouth is the highly scheming sister of the film queen, who is good at disguise and manipulation, and can control emotions accurately to the frame.
In the whole text, Wakashiho appears in "submissive behavior" 3 times, "shameful expression" 2 times, and "active snuggling" 1 time.
Question: What is Shiho’s emotional function towards Vermouth at this moment?
A. y = tsundere (typical tsundere upward function)
B. y = sin(x) + Stockholm coefficient
C. y = e^x (exponential collapse)
D. y = tan(x), emotional explosion, on the verge of exploding
Barrage:
"I choose C. Shiho has fallen so deeply that she doesn't even know it!"
"B does have some truth to it. After all, Sister Bei is really good at brainwashing. Hahahaha"
"tan(x) is too real, sometimes I feel ashamed and sometimes I feel attached, my love brain is unstable"
"I declare, Shiho, you can't escape!" [Locked.jpg]
Additional question 2: Scientific reasoning and proof questions
Given that Shiho and Vermouth spent a lovely night together by the fireplace in London, try to prove:
A. "Enemy to lover" is the most common relationship line in the Conan universe.
B. Vermouth’s hand skills are considered top-tier in the Black Organization. Please use the details in the article to give examples to explain why.
C. Reasoning: If other protagonists, such as Conan and Ran, were to encounter Bei Jie and Shiho the next day, how would they "play dumb, detective-style"? Please write three key sentences.
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