Chapter 91 London, Coffee, Aston Martin Professional Film Queen, Vomiting...
A week later, snowflakes swirled and kissed the car windows, decorating the ancient city of London like a world of glass.
The London atmosphere is killing. Let’s not talk about who kisses whom first, let the snow kiss the car window first.
An elegant dark grey antique Aston Martin DB5, the heating inside the car was adjusted to just the right level, between comfortable and drowsy, not so hot that it felt dry, yet able to dispel the damp chill outside.
Miyano Shiho stared at the snowflake patterns on the window glass, which stopped and then slid down. The white breath she exhaled briefly blurred the outlines of London's landmarks.
Was she watching the snow? Or perhaps, was she watching the preview of her own emotions? What was blurry was the window, and even more so, the boundaries of her emotions.
Instead of flying to London that week, she waited a week until the date rolled over to the next month.
I couldn't appear to be in a hurry, whether it was finding clues to the antidote or... meeting someone.
The psychological games and little tugs of war in the early stages of love have been going on since ancient times.
The soft crimson cashmere jacket she wore was carefully chosen, and the color made her short brown hair look even smoother.
Oh my, if the icy little princess Shiho can dress up "carefully" and choose a dating outfit that looks ordinary but is actually full of beauty and scheming, then she must be wearing it for someone. Those who understand will understand.
Red isn't just a fashion icon; it's also a sign of ambiguity. According to color psychology, red often represents passion, danger, and love, a straightforward start.
"Red suits you very well, Shiho-chan," Chris Wynyard said in Japanese with a smile in her voice.
Her accent is a subtle blend of American pronunciation and Japanese honorifics. Perhaps it's her true Japanese accent. After all, she's a foreigner, so trying to completely eliminate her accent would be tiring.
Now, she was relaxed in front of Shiho, and her accent was more or less there.
"But yeah, they picked passionate colors specifically for our date. How cute."
"Passionate colors"? Does it mean passion? Or danger? Or the memories of those two nights? (bushi)
Shiho turned her head, retracting her empty gaze from the window, and raised her carefully trimmed eyebrows: "Date?"
The slight eyebrow raise of the cold girl after being teased is 100% lethal.
This rhetorical question, which was both refusal and acceptance, fully exposed the stubborn nature of the girl.
"What else? A secret meeting with colleagues? A short vacation?" Vermouth raised the corners of her lips, that curve is recognized by movie fans all over the world, mysterious and charming.
My colleague started playing online. This isn't an "enemy relationship," it's a "fight at the head of the bed, make up at the foot of the bed" kind of Shura setting, eh.
But after saying this, Vermouth seemed a little weak. She had to define the relationship between the two first, saying that they were dating.
In the early stages of this ambiguous relationship, whoever is anxious is the weaker.
Especially at this critical juncture when it comes to status. This is an important node in a relationship.
"Or, to put it bluntly, you don't intend to define our relationship." Vermouth glanced at her expression in the rearview mirror and added.
This is a classic quote from the literature of ambiguous relationships. Not defining something means we all know what happened, but we don't say it.
Unexpressed affection is the most deadly.
This is the ceiling of ambiguous literature: "We don't need labels, we all understand."
"Labels and the like are only supposed to be used for chemicals and evidence bags." Shiho's response lacked warmth, only the corners of her lips twitching ever so slightly. "Not... for this."
It means they are not sure about the relationship and don’t even admit to “dating”.
Shiho's toughness was still as strong as a physics plate, but the pauses and quiet thoughts in her voice betrayed her cautious attitude.
The so-called "this" might be the night they spent together last month, an explosion of accumulated emotions and attraction.
Both women were caught off guard and tacitly showed no regret.
No remorse = acquiescence. She's a high-IQ adult yuri.
That memory lay between them, the air of the antique Aston Martin filled with posters reading, "I miss you, but I'm being stubborn." The usual London rain hadn't even begun to fall, but my emotions were already damp.
There is no regret, only tacit understanding. Is this the ambiguous agreement between adults?
Shiho didn't want to continue this unanswered topic. After all, even if they took it one step at a time, now that they were confirmed to be dating, how would her relationship with Vermouth develop in the future? Could she just announce to the world that this was her girlfriend?
Japanese people like to talk about relationships with the goal of marriage. But she and Vermouth's relationship had no future. Since there was no ultimate future, it was better not to define it from the beginning.
For scientists, efficiency comes first.
In daily work, follow the principle of Ohm's razor: do not add entities unless necessary.
The same is true when you are in love: a relationship without a future does not need a formality.
It is redundant and only adds to the trouble.
She lowered her head to examine the coffee cup in her hand. The meticulously designed cup bore the coffee shop's logo, and then, handwritten in marker, a dizzying array of custom requirements, circling the entire cup. Capitalism's refined refinement was a scene of torture.
She curled her lips and looked at the coffee, her inner OS storm clearly: "What the hell is this?"
While English is naturally longer than Japanese, even if I convert it all into high-information-density Chinese characters, it still looks like a cup of coffee with a lengthy name. Even after translating it, I still can't finish pronouncing the name of the coffee, comparable to reciting ancient poetry.
Masaka, this is the legendary, full-width Latin + coffee world alchemical term hybrid.
The label on the coffee cup was wrapped around twice, with the long inscription "Triple-Shot, Half-Sweet, Soy Milk, Extra Foam, Caramel Drizzle, Upside Down Mhiato." (Triple espresso, half-sweet, soy milk, extra foam, a sprinkle of caramel, milk first, then coffee macchiato.)
To be honest, if this coffee recipe was placed downstairs in Maori's house, it might directly scare the Bourbon workers into having psychological trauma.
Conan Case #1412: Victim choked to death on a complicated coffee name while ordering. Murder weapon: Three-ring label.
Vermouth when ordering: Give me some complexity in life.
Is this code written for the coffee machine to read, or for the organization's code officer to read?
“Upside Down Mhiato” sounds like a metaphor for the emotional state of two people: you are on the top, thinking you are in control of the whole situation; but I am at the bottom, actually supporting your entire life.
Of course, compared to the orders of fashionable women in Tokyo, this English coffee name is still relatively short. For example, Officer Sato once ordered a coffee with a longer name. Blame it on East Asians' mastery of tea ceremony, combining various ingredients in milk tea, such as pearls, tea, and milk foam, with coffee.
Officer Sato: Tea ceremony + coffee = a cultural platter. Should we add the Japanese specialty dessert almond tofu next?
Trigger keyword: almond. The play ends. (bushi)
East Asia Milk Tea Universe: Every cup is a limited edition scientific experiment.
The policewomen of the science world are all drinking "tea ceremony + coffee", and the fashion trend has spread to the beverage industry. Indeed, behind every urban beauty, there is an epic afternoon tea and coffee order.
Shiho, on the surface, was secretly complaining that "Officer Sato was even more exaggerated," but in her heart she was clearly thinking, "Kitaro Modou just loves to drink this kind of sick drink. I really can't do anything about her..."
She glanced at the woman in the driver's seat. Vermouth was wearing black lambskin gloves and a designer cashmere sweater, a stylish yet slightly conservative elegance.
The cup of coffee in her own cup holder was even more complicated, like a code puzzle. Shiho couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.
Shiho said: I don’t care.
I thought: She is dressed beautifully and acting like a spoiled child today. I am so annoyed that I want to get closer to her.
The "code questions" sound like a daily Black Organization meeting: even the coffee has to be decrypted before it can be drunk.
Shiho: I've searched through the organization's archives and haven't seen such a complicated poison formula.
Sheepskin gloves, a classic British antique car that only a dozen or so models in the world can drive, the maintenance fee of which can buy a new electric sports car every year, and complex drinks. Is she really not carrying out a mission codenamed "Vanilla Decapitation"?
Shiho, the queen of rice-flower complaints, tried hard to suppress the urge to complain. All of this stemmed from the woman in the driver's seat's somewhat morbidly picky attitude towards coffee.
Shiho's inner OS continued to output, but she said in her heart that it was "morbid", but she had silently accepted this quirk and observed and analyzed it for most of the day.
Ding Dong, the barrage pops up [Principles of Yuriology] Article 8: If you really dislike someone, you won’t spend time analyzing the psychological pathology of the other person’s coffee taste.
When ordering, she listened to Vermouth, or Chrissie Wynyard, in that lazy and charming voice, patiently specifying every detail: the sugar ratio, the type of milk (soy milk, oat milk, almond milk, as if conducting a biodiversity census), and even the names that sounded like chemistry experiments rather than drinks.
Antisocial charm MAX.
"Biodiversity Census" or something like that, does this cup of coffee need to be submitted to the Environmental Protection Bureau for approval first?
Chrissie Wynyard's slash identity: actress/high-level assassin/coffee alchemist
Shiho's inner thoughts: If you order more of this, I can synthesize an upgraded version of APTX-4869.
This is the epitome of dangerous mature woman charm. Not only does Vermouth order coffee like a biological experiment, even ordering is like engaging in psychological warfare: "See if I can drive you crazy."
Shiho thinks: It's just caffeine to refresh yourself, can you order a normal Americano? Bei Jie: No, I want the full service!
Looking down, Vermouth's own cup sat in the beverage compartment next to the driver's seat. It looked even more... elaborate. A longer string of labels adorned the cup, like a Ulysses of coffee, each word proclaiming its owner's uniqueness and superiority.
Bayley's coffee recipe has even earned a copy, a drop from a science NPC. The coffee version of "Ulysses" is now available, offering a three-hour reading experience.
"Smart Cup pour-over, 185 filter paper, Panama Emerald Estate double-fermented, low-temperature dried Geisha beans, 93°C water temperature, 1:15 water ratio, 17g ground coffee, 65ppm water, stepwise pours of 60 (using 70°C and 75ppm water for steaming), 60, 50, 100, total time 3 minutes and 10 seconds. Lightly sugared, with a small amount of extra whipping cream."
It’s true that ordering beans is common, and it’s true that not every coffee shop has top-tier beans like Geisha, but who would specify the brewing requirements when ordering, including the cup and filter paper to use, and even the water requirements for each stage?
Furthermore, they use top-quality beans that cost $10,000 per kilogram, and then add sugar, not to mention cream. Even a tiny bit of it overwhelms the original complex floral flavors. It's a bit like buying the casket and returning the pearl.
You should know that generally speaking, the more expensive and rare the coffee or tea, the more you should drink its original flavor. No one in China would add milk to a rare tea with an annual output of only a few dozen kilograms to make milk tea, and no French person would mix Burgundy Grand Cru Pinot Noir with Sprite or Coke.
Sister Bei: No matter how expensive the coffee beans are, they are not as important as the taste I like.
Suddenly, Shiho remembered a famous novel from a certain country. In it, the two heroines and the hero went out to play in a large garden and drink tea at the home of an important supporting character. The supporting character used various antique cups and impressive rainwater and snowwater to enhance her status, but the tea was actually not very good. The two heroines didn't say anything, just kept silent, but it was obvious that they thought the supporting character was just being pretentious.
Miaoyu: You sharp-tongued Japanese girl, why don’t you just tell me your name card number?
However, this coffee shop is a niche boutique near the Belmode Apartments, not a chain. Perhaps they are particularly tolerant of the tastes of female celebrities, and the presence of celebrities also has an advertising effect. From this perspective, the more complex the order, the more commercial value it has.
It’s just the hand-poured coffee competition in the Conan world. If you don’t have some basic knowledge of physics and chemistry, you won’t dare to order.
After hearing this, Bourbon said: "I'm not working, I'm doing scientific research." If the barista hadn't memorized GRE vocabulary, he would be completely confused by this line.
Sister Bei: Ordinary people just survive, but the elites are precise about every detail!
Miyano Shiho sighed inwardly. She was truly impressed. She was a member of an organization teetering on the brink of life and death, yet she could expend so much energy on such a trivial matter.
Is this an extreme desire for control? Or is it a joy for ordinary life, even the slightly twisted life of a Hollywood beauty? Or is it... pure bad taste?
Shiho’s little psychological drama is at its peak, and her ability to complain is 100%.
It directly looks like a psychology paper: "Multiple Interpretations of Drinking Ritual Behaviors in Romantic Relationships."
Moreover, whether Vermouth ordered coffee in such a complicated way as usual, or deliberately let Shiho see it to tease her and make her complain, Shiho, just tell me, do you want to drink the coffee she ordered? Do you want her to feed you a sip? (This is the key point)
Miyano-san's little theater:
Surface: She is so annoying.
Middle level: She is so special.
Deeper: It seems like... I only feel the illusion of "normal life" when I am with her.
Sister Bei’s organizational titles: Level 2 poison master, Level 1 barista, SSR-level love game participant.
Multiple choice questions.
Q: What is Shiho thinking?
A. "She's crazy. I'm calling the police."
B. "She's crazy, but she's crazy in a sexy way..."
C. "She's crazy, and I want to take care of her forever."
D. "She's crazy, and I was already crazy before she was."
In a word: This is not coffee, this is the tug-of-war of love.
Every time Shiho sighs, it's actually a way of saying, "I think I care about her a little bit." She's always fussy about the little things in daily life, appearing calm on the outside but actually feeling a flutter inside.
London Special Multiple Choice Questions:
Shiho, what would you do if you met a coffee enthusiast like Vermouth?
A. Silently accept every cup of fancy coffee, secretly memorize all her quirks, and carefully deduce her emotional code.
B. Just ask her when she orders, "Would you like to try a flat white next time, made with Miyano Lab's specially distilled water? Explore the joys of minimalism."
C. Secretly write the coffee recipe you ordered as a poem and stick it on her car. When she finds it, pretend nothing happened.
D. While complaining about her, he always brings her creamy snacks. In fact, he dotes on her to the extreme, the kind of person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
In the Aston Martin, Shiho couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart.
What an unreasonable woman.
He is clearly a senior member of the winery, a killer who walks on the edge of darkness and may go on a mission at any time, but when it comes to coffee, he is as particular as a lady going to a royal tea party.
This contrast is ridiculous.
It's also crazy... fascinating.
Vermouth, or rather, Chris Wynyard, didn't even turn her head to look at her. She was still a model of safe driving, staring intently ahead, a knowing smile playing on her pretty lips, as if she had captured Shiho's inner thoughts with some mysterious mind-reading technique.
"What's the matter, my little scientist? Are you not satisfied with your coffee? This barista is the best in London." Vermouth suddenly spoke without looking back, her eyes still looking at the road ahead, as if it was just a casual remark.
Bei Jie deserves praise for her safe driving.
As for the coffee shop, it's certainly not bad, but the price keeps away many customers.
Shiho curled her lips and took a sip of coffee.
The taste...was indeed good. Rich in layers, smooth in texture. But the overly complex sweetness and artificial aroma made her frown slightly.
She gently spun the paper cup in her hand, the warmth flowing through the paper to her fingertips. The aroma of the coffee was rich, a little too rich.
"It's so sweet." She said truthfully.
“Oh?” Vermouth dragged out the last word. “I thought a ‘bitter’ girl like you would need a little sweetness to spice things up.”
Shiho had intended to remain silent, but that dismissive tone was all too familiar. Like a reef, it threatened to shatter her composure at any moment.
"Nothing," Shiho said calmly, gripping the coffee cup tighter. "It's just that the name of your coffee is starting to sound more and more like a chemistry lab manual."
Vermouth's magnetic laughter was like the notes of a cello: "Oh? Are you implying that my life is too complicated, or that your daily life is too simple?"
This rhetoric has started a secret struggle again.
She steered the car smoothly around a corner. "Life is short, even the little things in life should be done to perfection. Don't you think so, Shiho?"
A Hollywood actress who has lived two lives says that life is short. Is that Versailles?
"I just didn't expect you could use the complexity of pour-over coffee to demonstrate your control," Shiho replied calmly. Having grown up in the Black Organization, she wasn't one to be easily manipulated by PUA.
She lowered her head and took another sip, deliberately showing a somewhat exaggerated helpless expression, "Is it necessary? I even doubt whether what I drank was coffee or your obsession with details."
Vermouth smiled, and it was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or praise. She reached for her coffee and took a sip.
"Details are what determine life and death. Even if it's just a cup of coffee, or... a meeting." Her eyes wandered over Shiho's face.
The direction of this conversation began to become ambiguous.
"I thought someone like you would prefer instant coffee." Shiho ignored her ambiguous words and said calmly, but with a hint of provocation, "After all, efficiency comes first, isn't it?"
Between the lines, she secretly complains about the uncertainty of her life and... the situation where she needs to run away at any time.
It also severely suppressed Vermouth's taste, causing her to go from drinking coffee beans that cost $10,000 per kg to instant coffee.
In Dream of the Red Chamber, it's similar to Shiho's sarcastic role, where the venomous and tsundere heroine Daiyu tells Miaoyu: "As a monk, you should live a simple life. Why are you making such a fuss about drinking water? Just draw a bucket of well water. That's more in line with your status."
Miaoyu: Don’t even think about getting my plum blossoms anymore!
Vermouth seemed to have completely misunderstood her subtext, or rather, she heard it but didn't care.
She even cooperated, sighed, and exaggerated her tone, showing her true acting skills.
"Instant? Oh, my God, that's a bloody blasphemy to your taste buds." She shook her head, switched to English, and exaggeratedly used a London accent with the British English-exclusive interjection "bloody".
As a professional film queen, she has to pay special attention to the language and accent when making comments, which truly shows the spirit of craftsmanship.
Her golden hair brushed against her neck, soft and gentle. "Life is short, Shiho, why not please yourself with beautiful things? You underestimate my taste. This is called refinement, not willfulness. Besides, I just don't want to drink coffee that can be described as 'ordinary'."
Shiho said nothing, took a sip of her relatively "normal" cup of coffee, and her eyebrows moved slightly, as if she was holding back something.
Being able to make Princess Miyano Shiho suppress her desire to complain is a top-level treatment that even Edogawa, the protagonist of the science fiction world, cannot get.
Vermouth looked at the road conditions, her slender fingers lightly resting on the steering wheel, tapping it lightly.
But Shiho knew that those blue eyes were currently observing her out of the corner of her eye.
"I just feel that people's daily attention span is limited. Spending energy on such trivial matters seems a bit...luxurious." Miyano Shiho also switched to English and spoke calmly, with a subtle tit-for-tat between the lines.
Vermouth chuckled. "Luxury? My dear, many of the pleasures in life are hidden in these 'insignificant' details. A cup of perfectly proportioned coffee, a carefully planned escape, or... a surprising reunion."
The topic began to drift towards ambiguity again.
She narrowed her eyes. The "unexpected reunion" obviously referred to their reunion in London. Or rather, the younger cutie who flew all the way to London to see her.
Meet up at a jazz bar in the West End and spend the night together.
It was a romantic night, and the details of the intense physical exchange have been omitted in 30,000 words.
This was the second time in just five minutes that Vermouth had steered the conversation in an ambiguous direction. It seemed she was either incredibly controlling and wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted, or she was quite satisfied with last night's intense exchange. (Sudden color change. JPG)
The coffee cup in Shiho's hand was only a few centimeters away from her lips. She paused for a moment before taking a sip, her tone remaining calm. "But I have to admit, this coffee is really good. At least, it's not as bitter as your social life."
This statement is delivered with the "elite female snide commentary." It seems lighthearted, but it's actually quite effective. She opens her mouth with venomous comments, a smackdown on social life, and is a true example of the aloof, sharp-tongued type who once irritated the heroine.
Tag: #Poisonous Tongue Literature#Cold Beauty Speech#Brewery Royal Sisters Drink Coffee Like a War
As expected of a scientist, he can even make a psychological analysis of coffee in a sarcastic way.
And saying that Vermouth's life is like bitter coffee is also a response to Vermouth's words just now that she is a bitter little girl or something.
Shiho, who is good at holding grudges, puts her hands on her hips.
Vermouth's gaze lingered on her for a moment in the rearview mirror, as if savoring the smell of gunpowder in this conversation.
Her beautiful lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, they turned into a faint, even slightly sweet smile: "Ah, you always hit my sore spot, Shiho-chan. But don't be too happy... Today's game has just begun."
The queen of the screen is online, and her smile is full of "You think you won, but in fact you just entered the playground I set up."
This time, is it a love simulator or a dark script-killing game?
Tag: #疯批美人#Love is a psychological warfare#You think you are flirting, but you are actually being flirted
Shiho narrowed her eyes, thinking that she couldn't let herself be passive all the time.
Especially considering the last time she was in London, on that snowy night, she was quite passive. In a physical sense. This time back in London, she had to get back at him.
The blackened Shiho is online: I am not the target of pursuit, I am the heroine!
The moment of awakening. She is not a white flower, she is a genius scientist who uses logic as a weapon, and she does not allow herself to be just a pawn.
No matter how handsome the chess player is.
"Where are we going?"
This was the question she had wanted to ask since she got in the car. That morning, when she was getting dressed after breakfast, Vermouth only said she was taking her to an "interesting place," but she didn't mention any specific details.
It’s not that she is unaware of the danger, but she chooses to ask at the right time.
Furthermore, the choice of words, "we," rather than the explicit and confrontational "where are you taking me," somehow manages to blend in the aggression. While still appearing delicate and graceful, she actually refuses to give in.
#The heroine bravely asks questions#Always remember that the protagonist's halo cannot be lost
Vermouth seemed to have anticipated her question and had even been waiting for it calmly.
She replied casually, "A club."
What club? Is Bayonetta taking Shiho to a nightclub, or to the secret agent 007 headquarters?
#The ambiguous moments of yuri literature# The heroine who falls in love with the queen of mysticism has to guess her destination
The mystery surrounding Bayley is that limited edition special card where you can never guess what she's up to. After all, she's a woman who lives and breathes secrecy.
Guess what, this "club" is:
A. A true nightclub. Serious nightlife, come and dance to "Love Cycle."
B. Fake underground intelligence station. Organized as a brainwashing base, recruiting members to provide intelligence.
C. Conan World Exclusive Killer Chat Room. Agent Friendship Bureau, whoever opens the microphone tonight will find their partner.
D. A secret date scene disguised as a private room. Disguising a date as a spy war, Beilu Modou, just knows how to play!
"What club?" Shiho pressed. London had hundreds of clubs, ranging from the most exclusive private clubs to the most secret underground haunts, with a wide variety of clubs.
Shiho's little theater in her head has already started, and the night scene of London is entirely imagined.
Shiho, where do you think Vermouth is taking her now?
A. The largest lesbian-themed club in London.
B. The Black Organization's underground conspiracy scene.
C. Detective Conan fan club.
D. Bayley's private room unboxing experience.
Vermouth took a sip of her coffee and sighed with contentment.
It was the same tactic of not answering immediately, keeping the other person in suspense. The actress was so familiar with it.
It seems that Shiho thought that she had been able to control Vermouth with her diligence, hard work and efforts in the laboratory at home in Tokyo, but she was totally wrong.
The Hollywood seductress can only submit physically for a few hours or a day, but psychologically, she is always... independent.
Don't confuse physical pleasure with serious business.
In ancient times, a queen could have many favored concubines in the harem and tolerate them to act coquettishly and cause trouble in the harem, but she would never let the concubines interfere in politics. She was the kind of queen who had absolute control.
"A...club that can satisfy your curiosity." Vermouth turned her head and winked at Shiho. Her smile was charming and attractive, but still looked a little dangerous.
High-energy moments in the two-dimensional world of science: blinking + dangerous smile = something big is bound to happen.
As expected of Miss Bay, you never know whether her next line will be a flirt or a trap. The first thing she says is a concentrated essence of highly thought-provoking lines.
This is a classic example of a hooker's speech. It uses vague subject, subtle flirting, and a wink to kill, achieving three goals in one stroke:
Diao Shiho's reaction;
Testing her level of alertness;
Create an atmosphere of "Do you care about me?"
This is not a love affair, it is a practical course on advanced seduction techniques.
#seductive without blinking# The love language of women is advanced spy language
Shiho's heart sank.
This woman always liked to keep her words vague, making it impossible to guess her true intentions. Was it a test? A warning? Or simply a bad taste?
#The lily atmosphere is full#You say one thing and I say another#It's all about emotional testing
Shiho’s inner thoughts: Am I the heroine or a tool? Why does this woman always have hidden meanings in her words?
"I'm not interested in satisfying my curiosity," Shiho responded coldly, trying to regain control of the conversation. "Especially when that curiosity could lead to trouble."
After all, she is half Japanese, and what she hates most are the words "bringing trouble".
#The cold heroine is online#Sister Shiho will never be offline#The cold response is super cool.
This is said politely, but in reality it means: "Don't flirt with me, I won't fall for it (but I don't mind if you continue)"
The icy heroine is in business. She relies entirely on her tone and acting skills. She uses rationality to cover up her vulnerability and distance to cover up her feelings.
Vermouth remained silent. Even though this little cutie said this, she was still sitting obediently in her car, her seatbelt fastened securely. It was obvious she valued her life, so how could she possibly jump out?
In her opinion, since she had the initiative and had already reached her destination, there was no need to engage in any more childish arguments.
The Aston Martin, a classic car of which there are only a few left in the world, slowly slowed down, and a row of low-key high-end headlights vaguely appeared in the snow on the side of the road.
Shiho took a closer look at the cars. The key wasn't the price, but their rarity. Money wasn't enough to buy them. A nouveau riche without social status would only be ridiculed if they offered ten times the cash to the car manufacturers that produced these limited editions.
The old aristocrats in London who carry the Union Jack often receive introductions to their cars while they are still being designed.
Judging from the cars in the parking lot, the people in this club are not simply rich or noble, but are all old aristocrats.
Shiho's intuition told her: Today's game of chess would not be ordinary.
And Vermouth's expression at this moment seemed to be saying: I have already regarded you as my opponent, and the rules of the game have not been fully disclosed.
The game has not started yet, but the lilies are already in bloom. However, this is not love, it is a cold war.
Their love is not about love and affection, but a psychological warfare + power game.
Tags: #Love is like chess #Snow opening kill #London mysterious club
Multiple Choice:
Shiho, how will you respond to Sister Bei's ambiguous "club invitation" with "undisclosed rules" at this moment?
A. Observe calmly. I won’t move unless the enemy does.
B. Flirt with her and use her psychologically to counterattack. Use the opposite strategy and draw Miss Bay into your psychological warfare.
C. Call the police immediately. I feel like I might be caught tonight. (But isn't the police station in London Scotland Yard? Anyone who's read Sherlock Holmes knows this. They might not be as quick to the scene as the hardworking Inspector Megure.)
D. Getting on board is destiny. I’m already attracted to it.
"What do you think? Are the cars here the epitome of imperialist luxury?" Vermouth asked with a smile.
Shiho secretly complained in her heart: But the one you are driving is an even rarer classic model.
She was busy complaining in her mind and didn't notice the details of Vermouth's choice of words.
First of all, the word "luxury" is a slightly negative word.
Then, the word "imperialism" is rarely seen in the context of a real empire.
Winery executives generally don't use this term. If we talk about the intelligence community, the intelligence community in capitalist countries generally doesn't use this term either.
No one who is loyal to imperialism would call himself an imperialist, just as no Yang Guang would call himself a tyrant.
For example, Shiho's aunt, Akai Mary, would never say this about her own country, unless she was an MI6 agent like the Cambridge Five.
And Mary's American counterpart, Aibai Ai, would not say the same about her country's close ally, Great Britain.
Using the process of elimination, it might be that the KGB, the opposing camp during the Cold War, would use it, but the KGB had long been disbanded along with its motherland, the Soviet Union.
However, Shiho didn't think about these things at the moment. What she was thinking about was the nature of the club.
The car drove very slowly in the snow and then stopped in front of an inconspicuous building.
The second stage of the London date, the secret room flirting bureau, begins.
This building is sandwiched between a modern office building with glass curtain walls and an ancient bar.
The area in the middle of the building = the gray area = the ambiguous gap of "we are neither friends nor lovers", I understand.
The weathered stone exterior bears no special markings and is quite understated. But it is precisely this very ordinariness that makes it seem quite... mysterious.
Secrets make architecture more... architectural? Well, this Vermouth-specific sentence structure doesn't seem to be something you can just use casually.
"Cartographers' Guild." Vermouth stopped riddling and introduced the topic directly.
Beilu Modou’s little science expert is online, and his mysterious character BUFF is increased by one.
"Founded in 1071, it's one of London's oldest surviving private clubs. And…" She blinked and raised an eyebrow at Shiho, "It's also one of the most mysterious."
Cartographers' Guild, are you planning some kind of ancient map escape room adventure? Warning: only playable in academic circles.
The historical setting is full, with the thousand-year-old British Club and so on. Once the sense of time comes out, the atmosphere is directly increased by 200%, and the desire and power in the long river of history are all online.
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