Chapter 85: The "Logos Simulation" of Shiho Hanazono of the Zaibatsu Family is...
In Tokyo's most affluent area, the Suzuki family's residence is a meticulously decorated fortress.
In the afternoon, the garden of Suzuki Sonoko's home is bathed in rice flowers and a rare, calm and lazy sunshine.
This garden takes this meticulous care to an extreme. The geometrically trimmed shrubs, the rare and precious flowers, and even the emerald green of the lawn appear remarkably uniform, as if processed through the most advanced filter. (Logos mimics akimbo.)
It seems like a gentle satire on the privileged class. Welcome to the show "My Leisurely Afternoon Tea at a Chaebol House Was Exploited and Awakened."
This garden is so big that Conan and the Black Organization couldn't finish chasing each other in three episodes (funny)
Suzuki OS: We are not powerful, we just have a little bit of... "capital freedom"
The "upper class" can belittle their labor as an art form, a sweet, self-satisfying way to glorify it. After all, the Suzuki Zaibatsu is a true capitalist, a conspicuous figurehead, even a gardener could achieve a variety of KPIs.
A classic scene from the so-called upper class society, a realistic warning to capitalist workers.
In the afternoon, the sunshine is so bright that it almost makes one doubt that there is no suffering in the world. The air is filled with the rich fragrance of rose, the elegant scent of jasmine, and the gentle scent of lavender, creating an unreal sense of tranquility.
It's like a page in a fairy tale book, gently frozen by the sun.
Maybe this isn’t a garden, but rather the “opening scene of an otome game with a full filter.”
Fairy Tale Page: I admit that you are rolling me.
The wonderful thing about the Conan universe is that the previous case is still about "the body was hung up with the backhand", and the next shot can enter the state of "the girl smiling and eating cake in the scent of roses".
Reality: Countdown to the crime, the protagonists will die ten minutes before drinking tea...
But there shouldn't be any case, after all, it's Shiho's Logos simulation.
On weekdays, Haibara is too lazy to solve cases and waste her brain cells. She just watches Conan show off and act mysterious in the background.
Not to mention in a simulated world dominated by oneself. There was no point in creating an Atomist three-choice or five-choice case.
Logos Simulation has a cyber-esque quality. It is a utopian illusion that Shiho has precisely reproduced using rationality and data. It also implies her desire to control or escape the world.
The healing atmosphere is deviated in a second, and the cyber version of Sonoko's house is online.
Xiaolan, wearing a dress, sat quietly under a parasol. Sera Masumi sat cross-legged on a rattan sofa, looking like a fluttering little fox that had just escaped from the streets of England. Sonoko leaned against a carved rattan chair, a smile on her face.
Big news: Conan Girls Group is now open for afternoon tea.
The busy figures of the servants were isolated not far away by the lush green plants.
The leisurely gathering of high school girls and the busy servants from all over the world are a true portrayal of neon capitalism.
Afternoon tea of rice flower capitalism: you are drinking tea while others are working hard.
The servant setting is full, and the next second he will start to rebel against the rule of the Suzuki family president. Keyword: president. (bushi)
The high school girl's "peaceful days" are maintained amidst the 996 overtime of a group of international mercenary-like employees. This may be Huibara, who always looks at the world with a cold eye, subconsciously appreciating the structural irony behind the appearance of "daily healing girls' animation", revealing the truth of capitalism.
Reality: Capitalism's "peaceful years" are all due to the hard work of gardeners with KPIs! (Workers' empathy attack)
No wonder there are always new NPCs when the Suzuki family solves a case. It turns out that they rely on high salary recruitment (they leave as soon as the case is solved)
The sunshine shines on them, making them feel warm and peaceful. It really seems like everything is calm and peaceful.
"Honestly," Sonoko poked the cake with a small silver fork, her tone not as lively and cheerful as usual, but rather a little annoyed, "When I look at them, sometimes I really feel... a little weird."
She raised her chin towards the gardeners pruning flowers in the distance.
The garden has raised a philosophical question: Why do happiness and involution coexist in the gardens of rich people?
Xiaolan raised her head upon hearing this, a little confusion in her clear eyes: "Ah? Yuanzi, what's wrong? They are working very hard."
She followed her gaze towards the garden and saw several gardeners in uniform working diligently. Their uniforms were soaked with sweat, but their movements were still skillful.
In the simulation of Huiyuan, Xiaolan's character is pure and straight, and she is undoubtedly a dolphin. (Shark x Dolphin will run away)
"It's strange because you're too serious." Sera Masumi, who was sitting across from Sonoko, looked exceptionally capable and a little bit handsome and cute in a boyish short-sleeved shirt and trousers. "Isn't Sonoko trying to say that behind this 'seriousness' there's something, how should I put it, suffocating?"
Sera, a pure child of the British intelligence agency, a classic one of us (classic "Yes, Prime Minister" meme warning), said this, and it felt like her next sentence would be: "This kind of execution... like an agent."
Sonoko needs to be careful, Sera suspects the servant is the FBI. With the presence of the Akai family, the plot becomes more focused.
After all, Shiliang is an important figure in the main plot. She has been hiding her identity for a long time and is wary of the outside world. She is used to it.
(Original meme) Sera: I don’t care. I reasonably suspect that everyone is an undercover agent of the Black Organization, including the gardener!
Yuanzi slammed the table so hard that the delicate teacup almost fell over. "Yes! That's what I mean! Zhenchun, you understand me!"
As if she had found a kindred spirit, she leaned forward and said excitedly, "Just think about it. They're here every day, from morning till night, doing this... well, very 'professional' work. And then what? They get a salary."
Garden Soul-searching Question: Is the end of the working man a garden?!
"Isn't salary a given?" Xiaolan blinked. Coming from a middle-class background, she felt the topic was a bit off-topic. She picked up a piece of cake and ate it in small bites, trying to catch up with her thoughts.
Xiaolan's logic is sound. What does a worker need a bicycle for? (The salary has arrived, and I feel at ease.)
Detective Conan: "Only Sonoko Understands Capitalism": "They actually work for money?" Sonoko is shocked!
Xiaolan is still that simple and beautiful girl who says "I just want to eat cake".
This passage from Sonoko is perhaps a classic example of "rich man's melancholy literature." Clearly standing at the top of the food chain, she suddenly feels uneasy about the "realities" of working people. Perhaps this is a vague awakening to the class divide (?).
Here is an interactive multiple-choice question:
In the garden, seeing a group of servants pruning flowers with perfect movements and sweat, one would:
A. "They work so hard, I decided to give them a raise!"
B. "They are too professional. I suspect they are disguised as the Black Organization."
C. "I suddenly wanted to bring them some water...even though I've never done that before."
D. "It turns out that my daily 'peaceful life' is actually 'life for life' behind them."
After all, Shiho's "Logos Simulation" is a genius, sick-beauty-like invention for cyber escapism.
From Shiho's perspective, Sonoko is "soul-searching". In the original work, Sonoko has always been a tool for Conan's reasoning, but here she transforms into a philosopher. This may be a two-dimensional rebellion against the "tool attribute" of the character that is always used to set off the protagonist, and it also has a bit of "corporate animal consciousness" complaints.
After all, Shiho is also a corporate slave in the winery. Although she is engaged in her favorite scientific career and has made use of her talent as a biochemical genius, she is ultimately working for the organization.
And I often work overtime and stay up late.
Sera's "psychological analysis" may be in line with her classic original character. Carrying the important task of getting the antidote for Mary, she is always smarter than anyone else, always suspicious of everyone, and even analyzes the air in the garden.
Shiho's dolphin Xiaolan is "naive" throughout the whole process. This may be the Xiaolan in the original work, who knows nothing and can only eat cakes gently. She is the healing person in the world of office workers.
Q: What is the most likely inner monologue of the Suzuki family's servant?
A. "Today is another day dominated by capital."
B. "If the case goes through, can my salary be doubled?"
C. "Can I be transferred to Beika Town? I heard the crime rate there is high and the bonuses are high!"
D. "The ladies are philosophizing again. I guess we'll have to work overtime today..."
It's probably about the joy and absurdity of sci-fi yuri: on one side is the ambiguous daily life of a girl, and on the other side is the shadow of capitalism.
"Of course it's not as simple as 'of course'!" Sonoko wrinkled her nose, her expression a mixture of young lady-like self-righteousness and a sense of emotion that she herself didn't fully understand. "Think about it, does your monthly salary only buy eight or ten hours of their time every day? Is it just their strength and sweat?"
The eldest lady is online, and the social criticism buff is fully stacked. Does this directly start the "Capital Criticism: Suzuki Family Villa Chapter"?
Chinese translation: Sonoko OS: Although I am a chaebol daughter, I have a heart that cares for office workers! (?)
Unexpectedly, in Huiyuan's eyes, this is Sonoko, a little expert in sociology! Maybe it's because she has seen Xiaolan and Sonoko squeeze into the bus and subway too many times, being "approachable" and close to the people.
She obviously travels not only in luxury cars but also by helicopter. She is on the same level as the well-built daughter of a certain political family in Osaka.
The garden air was filled with the sweet aroma of meticulously manicured lawns and rare flowers. Several butterflies, clearly rare species, fluttered among the blossoms, their wings reflecting a rainbow of light. In the distance, the snapping of pruned branches echoed, a constant background soundtrack throughout this meticulously crafted fortress of the Suzuki family.
Clicking sound = the gears of capitalism turning (in a physical sense)
However, in Suzuki Sonoko's eyes, this seemingly tranquil luxury is more like a gentle satire that is tacitly understood by the powerful class.
Yuanzi's inner drama is Max, the real-life version of "I'm disillusioned with the world in my mansion".
The eldest daughter has awakened. She doesn't want to inherit the Suzuki Group, she wants to overthrow it! (bushi)
Chinese translation: Don’t look at me sitting on a gold-rimmed lounge chair, but my soul is calling for the liberation of the working class!
She half-leaned on a wicker lounge chair, shaking the ice in the glass, and looked at several servants in ironed uniforms in the distance, who were carefully tending to the rose bushes bit by bit, their movements precise, like a clockwork machine.
It's clearly a rose garden, but somehow it feels like cyberpunk. It's a logos simulation, after all.
Servants in twos and threes were busy pruning branches and sweeping up fallen leaves. Their movements were skillful but numb, and each action looked like a mechanical repetition controlled by time.
Maid: We just want to work and don’t want to get involved in the Missy’s capitalist philosophy discussion. Thank you (laughing and crying)
Shira raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Miss Sonoko, are you lamenting life again? What's the reason this time? Are gardeners' salaries too low? Or is it that small animals have shorter lifespans than humans, but live more freely?"
Philosophical Tucao Yishiliang: I don’t understand the freedom of small animals, but I understand your heart (crossed out)
Sonoko turned around, her eyes twinkling. "Sera, if you didn't know what's going on in my head right now, I'd be in vain trying to care for you, my little detective friend." She spoke lazily, word by word, slowly and deliberately, "I'm thinking about what we're buying with the monthly salary we pay them."
Shira raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Oh? Tell me about the new work of philosopher Sonoko."
It seems that the two high school girls often discuss philosophical issues.
Sonoko cleared her throat and solemnly began her rebellious "theory of capitalist exploitation" which she couldn't let her father hear:
"Look at them, how hard they work. Sometimes I feel like the salary we pay buys more than just time and energy."
As the eldest daughter of a chaebol, she must have seen a lot of things since she was a child. She may also know that money buys not only time and physical strength, but also dreams, dignity and... the youth of passers-by?
Upon hearing this, Xiaolan revealed a little worry in her blue eyes: "Yuanzi, don't say that, everyone works very hard." She is always like this, kind, considerate, and holds the softest expectations for the world.
Xiaolan: I just want to live a quiet life as a protagonist, and don't want to get involved in the Shura field of the world of young ladies and chaebols! I feel like you guys are good at talking, but I just want to advise you to drink more hot water.
Multiple Choice:
Q: Which of the following best summarizes the state of the garden?
A. A tycoon's daughter, rebellious, philosophy in the left hand and love in the right hand;
B. Looking for trouble, the rich are having fun, and making their own collection of sociology papers;
C. Grafting the soul of French philosophers and exporting the idea of "gardenism";
D. In fact, she just wanted to attract Sera's attention (it's irresponsible to pull a girl to her will).
"That's not what I meant, Xiaolan." Yuanzi waved her hand and explained seriously. After all, she had always been very patient with her best friend Xiaolan, who had grown up with her. "I mean, this price is too high, isn't it?"
Masumi Sera, standing next to her, spoke with her unique British dry humor and a charm somewhere between a boy's heroic spirit and a girl's cunning. "Oh? Price? Miss Sonoko, what's your new take on 'price'?"
Sonoko sat up straight and said, "Of course! Think about it, every extra hour they work every day is an hour less to learn about what's happening in the world, an hour less to learn new skills, like, um... how to use the latest beauty app to make themselves look more like the stunning Chrissie Wynyard?"
She changed the subject and mentioned the stunning and mysterious Hollywood actress with the usual star-chaser-like admiration, but there seemed to be something else as well.
This other thing might be the founder of this Logos Simulation trying to smuggle in some personal information, praising his favorite female celebrity for her beauty. Oh, women, oh, women in love.
Xiaolan burst out laughing: "Yuanzi, you are here again."
Xiaolan's acquaintance-style coquettishness is a high-intensity indulgence of Yuanzi. She appears to dislike him, but in reality she dotes on him.
Shiliang narrowed her eyes, as if thinking about something. She seemed to have a more complex feeling about the name Chris Wynyard. She didn't interrupt Yuanzi, but gently poked a ladybug on the table with her fingertips and watched it shrink its legs in fear.
To put it bluntly, "more complex intuition" means she knows there's something behind this name—a big, earth-shattering melon. Here, Sera is the melon-eating tool.
Then, Sera raised his head and spoke clearly in a standard Kanto accent: "Sonoko is right. They bought much more than this."
She continued, "First, there's the opportunity cost. When they're pruning the Suzuki family's roses, it means they can't learn new skills, like the popular programming, electric cars, robotics, or just see what interesting things are happening in other parts of the world."
"Right, right, right!" Sonoko nodded vigorously, as if Sera had spoken what she had been holding back. "If they stayed here for an extra hour every day, there would be so much new knowledge, new changes, and new tools in the world that they wouldn't have time to learn about! They'd be forever trapped in this little garden, or rather, trapped in the cage of 'work.'"
This paragraph is quite profound. Miss Sonoko, why don’t you consider asking Haibara for some APTX and go back to 18th century France. It’s up to you to overthrow the tyranny!
Xiaolan stopped eating the cake in a ladylike manner, and her expression became a little solemn. She thought of her father, Maori Kogoro. Although he was a detective with irregular working hours, he seemed to often complain that he had no time to do anything else except drinking and watching Miss Yoko's concert video.
Sonoko grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, as if she were the exploited office worker herself: "One more day of overtime a week? That's even worse! Friendships, love, family, all taken to pieces! You want to go karaoke with someone? Sorry, our schedules don't match. You want to go on a date? Sorry, I'm exhausted and all I want to do is lie down. You want to go home to see your parents? Oh, the boss's one call and you're back on standby."
After saying that, Yuanzi slapped his thigh suddenly. The sound was a little loud in the quiet garden, and startled the birds in the nearby treetops and made them fly away.
Sera, accustomed to Sonoko's exaggerated expressions, simply smiled and added, "The information barrier will only get higher and higher. It's not just the workers in the garden; the top graduates of Waseda University of Tokyo in central Tokyo are also trapped in the same cage. Living in cheap, small apartments of just over ten square meters in the suburbs, going to and from work every day is like a frog in boiling water. They know their work environment, the names of their colleagues, their favorite milk tea, the flavor of coffee in the tea room, the common reasons why scanners break down, and even their boss's personal preferences. But this knowledge is often meaningless once they leave this warm-house environment for three days, even if they change companies."
While Sera often acts mischievous and playful, she's the son of a secret agent, having long since discerned, or perhaps been educated by Mary, the underlying truths of the world. She possesses a certain allure, a contrasting "on the surface, middle school, yet deeply spiritual" quality. It's not that she doesn't understand the world, but rather that she sees through its rules too clearly.
"Changing jobs, moving to a new place," Sera continued, revealing a profoundness that didn't suit his age. "You have to expend dozens of times more effort to reexplain who you are, what you're capable of, and reestablish those trivial connections. This in itself is a huge drain."
Three soul-searching questions: Does job-hopping mean rebirth? No, job-hopping means social repetition, personality reset, and growth debuff!
This is not a job change, this is the beginning of a rebirth, and there is no system buff yet.
Just saying it in this Logos simulation makes me think that this might be Haibara's complaint. Switching from the winery to Mika is exactly what she went through, isn't it? Especially having to pretend to be an elementary school student and an elementary school student at Mika Teitan, especially when the three of them are socializing, it's exhausting. (Except for Ayumi-chan)
In daily life, a genius girl with an IQ of 180 and a signature look of depression who sees through the world has to act cute like a seven-year-old elementary school student in front of the adults in Mihua. Well, if you think about it carefully, it is indeed tiring.
These words clearly carry a sense of tired contemplation. Shiliang is not trying to dissuade people from doing something, but rather thinking about how crazy the internal friction in this world is. It's not that you're not good enough, it's that capital is too greedy. Do you understand, sisters?
Xiaolan let out a soft "ah," as if she had thought of something. She whispered, "It sounds... like it's really unfair."
"It's more than unfair!" Yuanzi raised his voice, causing the gardener not far away to look up, then quickly lower his head and continue working.
Gardener: This world is too dangerous. I'll just get back to work.
Yuanzi paused, took a deep breath, and seemed about to utter some shocking conclusion: "What's even more terrifying? What the boss bought wasn't just you, but also the care, support, and help from the people around you who love you!"
The atmosphere suddenly shifted, with the first move being the "workplace vampire theory," directly objectifying the boss as a villain and even including PUA in relationships to work into KPIs. This might be a critique of favoritism capitalism; this isn't work; this is soul-building! It's a love-based work card top-up!
"Think about it," Sonoko counted on her fingers, her expression serious, unlike her usual carefree self. "The affection of your lover, the encouragement of your friends, the pocket money or transfers secretly given by your parents... these things that were supposed to support you and give you strength, but in the end, haven't they indirectly become fuel that allows you to work 'better' for your boss? Isn't your boss invisibly 'using' you and everyone around you who loves you? To put it bluntly, it's hard for your boss not to feel that your entire family is serving him, that you are all his invisible 'slaves'!"
The chaebol daughters understood this all too well. The support of love became fuel for work, which then turned into bonuses for the boss, and love became part of the KPI.
She made an exaggerated blood-sucking gesture, accompanied by a slightly ferocious expression, which made Xiaolan laugh again, but the smile was quite helpless.
For a moment, the only sounds in the garden were the rustling of flowers and leaves in the wind, and the crisp "click" sound of scissors trimming branches in the distance.
The sun was still warm, the snacks were still delicious, but something heavy had quietly enveloped them.
Ran's delicate brow furrowed slightly, feeling that while Sonoko's words were sharp, they seemed... irrefutable. She thought of her mother, Eri Kisaki, the queen of the court, who also worked tirelessly day and night, leaving them with so little time to spend together. Was this also part of the "price" Sonoko mentioned?
Xiaolan frowned, things were not simple: Mom had a case, and I only had homework, and they were all tears from adults.
Kisaki Eri’s inner thoughts: The price of justice is a discount on companionship.
"To be frank," Sonoko lowered her voice and leaned closer to them, her expression unexpectedly showing a hint of worldly cunning. "As the boss, he probably feels that your whole family is his invisible slaves. After all, your time, energy, emotions, and even your family's concerns are all indirectly contributing to his business, or that fifth French winery he just acquired last month, isn't it?"
The garden is open, the mouth spews nuclear bomb warnings, and the reality is critical +99. "Your concern is also counted as KPI" - a new height of workplace science.
Shira nodded in agreement. Xiaolan smiled and shook her head. She handed over the biscuits and gently reminded him, "Sonoko, are you being so sharp-tongued again? You only dare to say such things in front of us. If your father heard about it, his blood pressure would definitely soar."
Xiaolan handed over cookies = emotional buffer package.
Xiaolan, who is considering her best friend, said: Don’t say anymore, I’m afraid you will really become the leader of the family infighting.
"Blood pressure soars!" A wealthy businessman is backstabbed by his daughter.jpg
Yuanzi chuckled, took the cookie plate from Xiaolan, took a bite, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. "This is called the truth of society. Xiaolan, you don't understand. The underlying logic is that the boss will always make a profit because what the employees sell is not their strength, but their freedom."
The Shrimp Dumplings boss never loses money, according to the principles of science. (But he will become a victim of stereotypes.)
Shiliang suddenly interrupted, raised an eyebrow and asked, "So, Garden, tell me, you are standing here now, enjoying the beauty of this garden. Are you exploiting others or being exploited?"
Sera is sharp. When she asks a philosophical question, Sonoko's CPU temperature rises. Sera is unraveling the chain of exploitation.
With the double buff of sociology and philosophy, Sera's attack directly hits the soul and enters the judgment mode.
Yuanzi choked, but since she was involved, she still had to argue: "Ah, this... I am... inheriting the family system! I am just 'passively accepting' the family dividends, it is not exploitation at all!"
I don't exploit, I just get involved.
Chinese translation: This is not my fault, I just won at the starting line.jpg
Sonoko: I was just passively winning in the garden, and I even treated you to a classic British afternoon tea. Why are you blaming me?
Xiaolan rolled her eyes in amusement: "Then you pay the servants' salaries?"
Xiaolan: Soul-searching questions that strike directly at the heart. A sudden attack with Conan-level deductions and counterattacks. Accurately expose the truth and maximize the damage.
Garden Philosophy Speech Terminator: Xiaolan·Realism Spokesperson.jpg
"Uh... well... it's an investment, an investment in the family's image, do you understand?" Sonoko blinked.
Blink kill, the embarrassment index is maxed out. This is called "precision drift sophistry."
After all, at the level of a chaebol, sometimes what matters isn't the numbers in the bank, but the reputation and image of the entire family. Sonoko was taught this from a young age.
This has been the case throughout history, in the East and the West. For example, the Jia family in Dream of the Red Chamber, even though they were already spending more than they earned, still had to act lavishly when welcoming and seeing off guests. Otherwise, those important resources would immediately abandon them and leave them. In that case, the operation of the huge family would become increasingly difficult.
In the West, a hundred years ago in Great Britain, many impoverished aristocrats sought marriage with nouveau riche Americans for similar reasons: they needed money to maintain the family's reputation in order to obtain more resources.
The garden was quiet for a moment, with only the sound of servants pruning branches in the distance and the rustling of petals in the wind.
The sunlight shines through the trees and onto the grass, flickering, just like the unpredictable human heart.
Xiaolan, what will you do after listening to Sonoko's speech?
A. Eat the cookies, refuse to fight internally, and continue to be the Iron Lady of the Karate Club.
B. Write a 30,000-word sociology paper overnight.
C. Immediately call Eri Kisaki: "Mom, I understand you. We are all tools."
D. Silently note down Sonoko’s speech and prepare to quote it in the paper.
Shiliang crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes: "Have you ever thought that sometimes, this feeling of being 'owned' and 'controlled' is not just between work and boss?"
Sonoko was stunned for a moment: "Ah? What do you mean?"
Carefree Sonoko's online question mark face.jpg Classic Sonoko's reaction: a capital "?" appears above his head.
As expected of the daughter of an MI6 agent, the precocious Sera smiled and said, "I mean, sometimes people have similar relationships with each other. Isn't that right?"
The official setting is ecstasy: mi6 daughter’s buff is fully stacked, and the logic goes straight to the ceiling.
"Some people are like a huge black hole. They will attract you and devour you. Your time, your energy, your thoughts...even your sense of right and wrong." Sera said a little seriously.
Black hole warning! Please do not approach high-quality women casually.
"She makes you incredibly familiar with her, familiar with the hidden meaning behind every look in her eyes, every smile, and every little movement. You try to figure her out, analyze her, and even play games with her in your dreams."
Okay, this seems to be the inventor of the Logos Broken Key again, turning on the self-deprecating mode and using the sharp tongue of my little cousin.
Feelings are not love, they are a game. This is no longer a love-brained game, it is the ninth dan of Go.
"But," Sera changed the subject, "once you're out of her sight, even for just three days, you'll find that all the 'familiarity' you've spent so much effort building up becomes meaningless. You won't even know who you are outside of her gravitational pull."
Sonoko opened her mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time: "Sera... what are you talking about? Why does it sound... a little creepy?" She hugged her arms slightly and felt a little cold.
Sonoko: I just wanted to drink some lemonade and criticize capitalist exploitation, how did I end up in a psychological thriller?
The chaebol daughter's little brain is down, please restart later.
The afternoon sun is still warm, but there seems to be a hint of cold fragrance in the air.
BGM: You are the April in the world, and I am the cold October in science.
Xiaolan also frowned and looked at Shira worriedly: "Shira-san, did you meet some...strange people?"
Lan: It’s not that I’m suspicious, but there’s a hint of gray in your words.
But what strange person? There is not a single ordinary person in the entire rice flower world!
Shira withdrew his gaze, and the smile that was between hearty and mysterious returned to his face, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a little bit of fatigue, or... excitement?
The inner meaning of Sera's smile comes out: sunny on the surface, but the inner OS is all about the main case!
"It's just an analogy," she said calmly, taking a sip of her lemonade. It was as if she was putting a period to her words.
In fact, she had memorized those words from an old movie of Sharon Wynyard.
Sharon Wynyard: Scientific Cosmic Spiritual Mentor +1
Logos simulation + retro lines = cultural revival 2.0.
Because the entire scene at Sonoko's house took place in the world simulation created by Haibara, Haibara was actually criticizing capitalism by using lines from the movie "Wynyard," the female star she has liked since adolescence.
Just like she said in "The Phantom of Baker Street", the son of a politician will become a politician, and the son of an entrepreneur will become an entrepreneur.
Sera: The quote does not represent my personal opinion, it is just the script fed to me by my cousin.
In the science world simulator, Huiyuan's inner drama is full, and it is certified as an Easter egg in "The Phantom of Baker Street".
Sonoko, what is your reaction after listening to Sera’s entire “spiritual black hole love philosophy”?
A. "I don't understand it but it's so elegant. I love it!"
B. "It seems like Huibara is going crazy in a shell case?"
C. "I don't care, I'm going to stick with Kyogoku Makoto!"
D. "Yay, I'm so excited to be here, sister of the capitalist critics!"
Haibara's Simulated Universe: Love is an act of emotional hacking.
After a heavy conversation, Yuanzi sat on a white rattan chair with her hair curled and her head tilted, but her eyes were not as lazy as her appearance.
"Do you think our youth is actually sold quite cheaply?" she suddenly asked.
Xiaolan was startled and stopped adding sugar to the cup.
"What labor-capital relations videos are you watching again?" Sera Masumi leaned back, holding a neatly cut piece of lemon tart. She took a bite, laughing as she chewed. "Don't think about going on strike again, Sonoko! Where's the factory that's exploiting you? Is it your cousin's asset management company, or your dad's yacht club?"
A critical hit. Sera's "capitalist lady's rant" is a testament to her precise knife skills and command of the situation. Whose revolution began with afternoon tea lemon tart?
Sera, as expected of being Haibara's cousin, automatically jumped from a "handsome detective" to a "joker and complainer". She is probably the character in Beika Town who least believes in tears.
But her understanding of the details of Yuanzi's daily work also quietly revealed the familiarity of their relationship. She is not just a "friend", but a "friend who understands her."
"I'm serious." Sonoko's eyes grew a little sharper. "Don't you think we're being robbed every day?"
"Stolen?" Xiaolan wanted to continue, "You mean... time?"
"Time, energy, emotions, and even love." Sonoko put down the teaspoon. "For example, I wanted to send a message to someone today. But I was too tired. I didn't even have the energy to like him."
The air suddenly becomes quiet, and the background music suggests inserting an ethereal piano piece, preparing to enter the deep emotional waters.
The birdsong came from afar through the garden, carrying a hint of arrogant spring breath.
Sonoko continued, her voice suddenly a little sad: "I've been wondering lately if love is also a form of exploitation."
"Exploitation?" Xiaolan asked. Her "Repeater" skill points might be full.
"You have to give the other person time, patience, trust, space, tolerance, and even... forgiveness." Sonoko's eyes fell on Rose. "But you know what? I don't even have the freedom to sleep for eight hours. My mom asked me to attend her brand launch, my dad asked me to meet an investor, and my secretary came to me at ten this morning to confirm my ski trip to Switzerland next month."
The life of a young lady is too tiring. Even skiing is arranged. The bitter tears of capitalists.
"You can refuse." Sera said in the tone of Haibara's ridicule.
Sera said this lightly. Refusing her parents' arrangements might seem like rebellion to her, but for Sonoko it would mean "losing her safety net."
This is not a question of "choice", but a question of "survival structure".
"What if I refuse? I'll be labeled 'unfilial', 'willful', and 'irresponsible'. I have to be smarter, more capable, and more polite than everyone else, the daughters of other families."
The pressure of being a young lady is so great that it breaks her apart. Being a chaebol heir is not that easy.
Yuanzi is now being "exploited" by reality, what will she do?
A. Run away, go skiing in Switzerland without your phone, and wait for your parents to get anxious before returning to inherit the family fortune;
B. Film a vlog to let everyone in Mika Town know about the daily breakdowns of the eldest lady;
C. Find Conan's cooperation, pretend to be kidnapped, and sleep peacefully for eight hours;
D. Quietly invite Xiaolan and Sera to have a barbecue in the evening to roast away all the worries.
After these words were spoken, there was silence for a few seconds.
Yuanzi sighed, stood up, walked into the sunshine, stretched, and looked up at the blue sky that was cut into pieces by branches and leaves.
The girl's soul is fragmented under the pressure of life.
The shattered blue sky, is it the sky or the heart that is broken?
The melancholy of a girl always ferments in the sun, and I have a feeling that there will be another philosophical conversation between the girls in the high school.
This stretching is not for relaxation, but rather to relieve the "bourgeois original sin" that is weighing on the heart.
"Alas..." She dragged out her words, "Sometimes I really envy those who don't have to worry about these things... Or rather, I envy those who can stand on the side of the 'boss' with peace of mind." At the end of her words, her voice lowered, with a little bit of confusion that even she might not be aware of.
Yuanzi is a female protagonist with an awakening self-awareness of her class. Her confusion is not about economic issues, but about "Who am I? How do I survive? How can I stand up and talk without any pain in my back?"
As the second daughter of the Suzuki Group, she undoubtedly sided with the "boss." This sudden emotion, rather than sympathy for the gardeners, was more like a secret examination of her own class position and a deep sense of unease.
Who can not love a young lady with a crack in her heart and a warm-hearted best friend?
When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest. Even a rich girl will feel sad.
"Isn't the essence of capitalism legalized robbery?" Shira rested his chin on his hand, leaning lazily on the rattan chair. "What does a monthly salary buy? Time? Energy? Or all the freedom that life is supposed to have?"
Here comes my cousin Shiliang, slaying the capitalist illusion. As expected of a girl born in an old capitalist empire.
Xiaolan, a middle-class woman, said: "But if we don't have a job, how will we survive? We can't all become freelancers, right?"
Xiaolan is still racing on the track of being a “conservative, gentle and virtuous wife”…
Sonoko chuckled. "Ran, you're so adorable. Freelancers? Only those who've been squeezed dry by the capitalists can pretend to be so arrogant and say, 'I quit my job and I'm going to travel the world.' For those who are still climbing the ladder, not being crushed by mortgages and car loans is already a victory."
"But," Sera suddenly changed the subject, "at least the strawberry cake here is really delicious. Is this a little sweet treat from 'exploitation'?" She picked up a piece of cake and put it into her mouth with rare elegance.
Sonoko burst out laughing at her, and the heaviness she'd felt before seemed to have been diluted a lot. "You're so annoying, Majun! You just know how to make fun of me!" She also picked up a piece of cake. "But you're right, at least the cake is innocent! And it's super delicious!"
A burst of laughter instantly broke the defense, and the atmosphere shifted from the sociology paper back to the girls' afternoon tea party.
Cake’s pure love statement: Food is innocent, sisters are affectionate, and reality is a gentle knife.
Xiaolan looked at the two of them and couldn't help but smile. Although the topic just now was a bit heavy, the time spent with friends was always relaxing and happy.
She also picked up a piece of cake, feeling a little more relaxed. "Speaking of which, Yuanzi, that newly opened dessert shop you mentioned last time..."
While chatting enthusiastically, Yuanzi took a picture of Xiaolan eating the cake and posted it on her Moments with the caption "The dessert trio, who isn't a little cutie!"
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Compared to the girls of Teitan High School, Sonoko and the other two's armchair talk and the cruelty of the real world, Miyano's laboratory is a real adult world.
Adults, a 29-year-old (self-proclaimed) Hollywood actress, and a 19-year-old genius science girl.
The afternoon sunlight slanted in and shone on the two of them.
"Where...did you learn these?" Vermouth said breathlessly.
According to a certain Jiang formula, once this sentence is uttered, it is often the scene of certification of the character of "a talented love/fingering player".
Beilu Modou, unexpectedly has this day. #Love Newbie Transforms into Love King# #Romance Queen Panic Panic Learn#
This is a good question: "How can you be so skilled at such a young age?"
Shiho's lips brushed against Vermouth's, her soft breath passing by: "Perhaps, I was born to understand. It's just that you didn't give me the time... to show it thoroughly and properly."
The smug look on her face at this moment was enough to remind Vermouth who was in control.
But, as for the "born to understand" thing, ah, may I ask which P-learning genius was reincarnated and retrained?
This sentence is simply a triple buff of "I understand you, I control you, and I am a talented ruler."
"Showing" or something like that, the literary girl Shiho's linguistic cleanliness is online, which is more entertaining than "doing" and more controllable than "trying".
Vermouth laughed, Shiho curled her lips and gently raised her hand, causing the ending of her voice to change uncontrollably and turn into a suppressed moan.
She should have been in control, but her sensitive body failed her. She hated the feeling of being out of control, but even more hated the feeling of being powerless in front of Shiho. Her sensitive constitution was fully exposed in this moment.
"Are you... nervous?" Shiho asked with a raised eyebrow, staring at Vermouth, with no escape.
Vermouth tilted her head, trying to hide her panic by speaking in English: "How sweet, my little scientist." Do you think you can see through me like this?"
#Famous scene of the fall of the queen# #The leader of the Lily Breathing School#The record of the queen breaking the defense.
At this moment, time and space, temporarily, lost their meaning. Vermouth's gaze locked onto Shiho, as if to say: You dare.
How dare you do this to me.
How dare you make me look like this.
Shiho's gaze remained unwavering. She gently licked her lower lip, the scent of Vermouth still lingering on the corner of her mouth... That was a code that only she could decipher. It was very sweet, but most likely contained a hidden poison.
Barrage:
Lip-licking warning. The love signal light in Conan's world is on, on, on, the kind that even the police understand. (Spreading hands. Jpg)
"A code only she can decipher"... Yeah, yeah, yeah, a new technology that can decipher pheromones from the corners of your mouth. Don't ask, it's just science.)
Vermouth is a sensitive person. When someone she likes touches her, she can't help but make a sound. This is a secret unknown to everyone in the organization.
Barrage:
“Original work: Bayonetta, the Almighty Devil; Fanfiction: Bayonetta, woooo~ (doge)”
"Ah, Vermouth is always the omnipotent 'queen' in the main story, but when she meets Shiho in the fanfiction, she instantly switches to the template of the heroine of an otome drama?"
"Ahhh, the fans of the Belial couple love it, and the supporters are already making memes."
"The barrage has changed color. JPG"
Only Shiho, the nineteen-year-old girl, formerly Shirley, has seen her true appearance beneath the cold mask.
"Heh, what do you want to do, Shiho? Do you think you can make me surrender like this?"
Is that the typical statement of a domineering CEO? "Who do you think you are?"
"No," Shiho said with a faint smile, "I just want to tell you that I'm no longer the employee of the organization who let you play with me just to survive. I now have the ability and the qualifications... to make you my toy."
Barrage:
"Sherry has woken up. From being forced to operate to actively starting a group, I love this transformation."
"This line 'turning you into my game' is so crazy and catchy. Why don't you write a fanfiction for 'Love-Brained Business'?"
"Oh, you know domineering president literature too? Shiho, aren't you the depressed and self-destructive little genius who's always messing around with Mikado? Now you're suppressing Sister Bayonetta with an aura of two meters and eighty, the kind that makes Gin cry."
"From 'You are my experimental material' to 'You are my playmate', the geeks are delighted, and the old storyline is passionately recreated."
"Upstairs, is it a playmate or a plaything? (The color changes madly. JPG)"
Vermouth could naturally hear the warning in Shiho's tone: This is not flirting, this is a declaration of war.
However, when two A's confront each other, whoever's heart beats first loses, and whoever's sensitive skin reveals sound first... wins, right?
"Is this flirting?" "No, this is an organizational-level love game."
The BGM automatically switches to the tense sound effects of "Countdown to Heaven".
This is probably the war between them, about power, desire, and secrets. Welcome to Conan Gaiden: Game of Thrones Tokyo Branch (bushi)
The trio of desire: power, secrets, and the brainfeeding of Belle and Elizabeth II CP fans. (fog)
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang, breaking the ambiguous and tense atmosphere in the room.
Vermouth sighed secretly and struggled to ask Shiho to stop and let her take it, but Shiho held her wrist.
The real third party in the Conan world... The ringing of the telephone makes human love stop at "Hello, how are you?" He always appears at the critical moment, comparable to Sonoko in Shinran Shura.
Whenever the ambiguity heats up, there is always a call from destiny (look at the 99 times that Conan’s phone interrupted all the main progress)
The Black Organization doesn't even allow time for romance. This is truly a true example of capitalism exploiting personal time.
Shiho's logos simulation, with two parallel lines, echoes each other.
"Let him wait," Shiho glanced at the caller ID, lightly raised her fingertips, and said coldly, "You are mine."
Barrage:
"Shiho is so crazy, so aggressive, and so good at teasing. You say you're not a flirt? I don't believe it."
"Let him wait." Gin: "Vodka and I are downstairs at your house. We agreed to team up and do the sniper mission."
"Ah, this line... I suspect you're driving but I have no proof (facepalm)."
"You are mine", Shiho, how many Mary Sue novels have you read? (Modo Modo)"
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