Chapter 93: Honey Trap: Standard Ai-chan reaction. The cat gets furious. ...
The historian in hypnosis is still there: My turn, and the chant begins.
Shiho, the diligently listening student, is online. Never forget to learn, anytime, anywhere. "A simple understanding of cartography"... a brilliant example of the student's Versailles.
Vermouth quietly slipped a small glass bottle over. This technique was worthy of her title as the queen of many faces.
Her palm sank, and Sister Bei started to make trouble.
Small glass bottle. Clear liquid. DNA moving. Is this the youth version of APTX4869? (No.)
What's it? A. Poison B. Antidote C. Spring medicine D. Soy sauce (I'm confused)
The top student is still following the rules, but the actress is already taking an unconventional approach. Overtaking on a curve is fine, but is Sister Beijie taking Shiho on the highway?
Shiho, a top student whose radar went off: "I was terrified, but I still managed to keep smiling while listening to the class." (Classic line)
This calm yet slightly irritated look is Ai being Ai. A typical Ai-chan reaction. The cat is furious. (Shiho's adult version.)
It is right to be vigilant, after all, the person opposite her is the queen of many faces.
Movie Queen: Basic exercise, no 6, everyone sit down.
"Trust me just once," Vermouth said coquettishly, "Just this once."
The ending sound of "Ma~" is so good.
Bei Jie: A woman who acts like a spoiled child has the best life~
When I think of the CV, Sister Koyama Mimi’s voice is so killer.
"Just this time" (implied: there'll be another time). ...Those who've heard this, the grass on their graves... (No, Sister Bei's goal is usually to survive, it's just the process that's exciting)
Japanese + aegyo, a double whammy. What kind of older vixen tricks are these? Shiho, hold on!
But who can resist a beautiful sister who knows how to act coquettishly?
Shiho at this moment: heartbeat-error, brain-crashed.
Honey trap, a classic that never goes out of style.
After all, she is the "A secret makes a woman woman" sister, so what's wrong with using a little trick (doge)
The barrage philosopher is online: Humans always repeat the same "mistakes", especially when facing beautiful women (spreading hands).
Think of Helen of Troy and Cleopatra. Since ancient times, the KPI of this strategy has been very stable.
Therefore, beauty is also a kind of hard currency, which is true for everyone in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.
After all, who doesn't like looking at beautiful women? It's just a visual instinct (seriously). Gosho Aoyama understands this, otherwise why would there be so many beautiful characters (ridiculous).
IQ 200 vs. Charm MAX, the showdown of the century. It's hard to say whether it's a good trick, but it's definitely heart-warming (right?)
Shiho: Do you think I'm attracted to your beauty? No, I'm greedy... Ugh, for science.
Multiple choice time.
Facing Vermouth's double offensive of "older man acting like a spoiled brat + little medicine bottle", what is Shiho Miyano's inner thoughts at this moment?
A. "What is this woman up to? Stay away from me." (Classic tsundere queen's words, but her body honestly took the bottle)
B. "This drug... could it be the antidote for APTX4869? No, how could she have it... But what if it is?" (The scientific research madman's instincts come online, full of exploration of the unknown)
C. "Sister, you're so good at... ahem, stay rational, Miyano Shiho. This bottle is a hot potato." (My heart is pounding, but I'm trying to remain calm, trying to mask my emotional fluctuations with scientific analysis)
D. "Oh, woman, this trick won't work on me... (cheeks slightly hot)"
E. "Damn, I actually feel a little...excited?"
He had just used the honey trap on Shiho, and before he could finish his words, Vermouth suddenly swayed, hugged his head, and said in English: "Wow. Sorry for the old migraine. It came back suddenly. Could you please get me a glass of water, Dr. Field?"
The best actress is online. The Oscars owe you a statuette. Fall down as soon as you say it.
He was flirting with Shiho one second, and then he was "weak and unable to take care of himself" the next second? This acting is really good.
Classic tactic: Sending off the obstructing NPCs to create a private moment for two. A variation on the Sherlock Holmes detective technique of "making a feint to the east and attacking in the west"? (Seriously, this is nonsense)
Didn't Holmes use a similar trick to get Watson to help him? (Begins to talk nonsense) Like pretending to be seriously ill to lure out the murderer or something like that?
You're a true drama queen, Chrissie Wynyard. You have a natural stage presence. Your acting has transcended the Method School.
"Of course, of course," the historian said, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the stunningly beautiful Hollywood actress. "There's a water dispenser in the tea room. I'll pour you a glass."
The tool man, Dr., is online, and his mission is accomplished (referring to pouring water). Dr.: Beauty's business is my business.
The sadness of those who are obsessed with appearances is, no, it's human nature. Who can refuse a beautiful actress who needs help?
This shows the British society's worship of authority and celebrities (forced exaggeration).
As a historian, his tool-man attributes are fully exposed.
(The barrage philosopher is online) Look, beauty is sometimes a pass, my friends.
As soon as he left, Vermouth stood up straight, without a trace of pain on her face.
"We have about forty seconds." She spoke quickly, "There's a pressure sensor in the cabinet, but the alarm won't go off if you use 'this' to unlock it." As she spoke, she slipped a small key from her sleeve.
She changes her face faster than turning the pages of a book. Even Sichuan Opera face-changing is not as fast as hers.
Hiding a key in the sleeve, what kind of magic trick is this? Kidd, is that you? Kidd? (Hey, I'm off topic.)
And, forty seconds? Professional. This master of time management. The essential qualities of a heart-stealing thief (?). This set is so smooth and flowing, worthy of the multifaceted actress, her professional skills are top-notch.
So, all that acting cute and having a "migraine" were for those 40 seconds of solitary action? A battle between two masters, every move deadly.
"Forty Seconds." A classic science countdown. Shorter than a classic instant noodle show.
So what's in the bottle for Shiho? Is the key the real point? Is it a diversion? Or is it to draw Shiho in? To make her feel involved?
"This is crazy..." Shiho shook her head and complained softly, but her body still moved to block the view from the door.
Vermouth skillfully opened the lock and carefully picked up the ancient map: "Little bottle, quick."
Shiho was extremely reluctant, but still handed the item over.
Vermouth unscrewed the bottle cap and placed a drop of liquid precisely on the back of the map. The liquid seeped in quickly, spreading a light blue hue. The previously hidden mark emerged from the previously blank paper.
"Bingo!" Vermouth said with a smile, quickly taking a picture of the pattern with a tiny camera disguised as a brooch. "Fluorescent ink, fifteenth-century security technology. Clever cartographer."
After quickly taking the photos, she put the map back in its place, closed the lid, and put the camera back in. It was a very smooth operation.
At this moment, footsteps approached from afar. When Dr. Field returned with a porcelain water cup on a silver tray, he saw Vermouth, still frowning, looking like a sickly beauty in pain. It was truly pitiful to see her.
She stretched out her hand, forced a grateful smile on her face, and took the cup of water.
"Thank you very much. I think I'll sit down for a while."
"Of course. There's a comfortable lounge right here."
The two followed the historian. Shiho approached Vermouth and asked softly in Japanese, "What's in that little bottle?"
A small bottle of mysterious substance, this familiar formula, this familiar taste, the trigger for 90% of the Conan universe's plot.jpg
Shiho: Please stop messing around. I'm no longer the little girl who was tempted by unknown chemicals. (Big mistake)
Historian: Okay, I'm just an NPC. You can do whatever you want. I'm only responsible for leading the way and providing information. (Toolman warning)
"It's just a compound that reacts with copper-based ink," Vermouth lowered her voice. "It's harmless to the document itself, but it can make hidden handwriting visible. I'll tell you more about it at dinner."
"Copper-based ink" + "reveal" = Conan's world basics. Is the next step to pull out the UV flashlight and explosive residue detector?
Talk about it at dinner = full of ambiguity. Standard plot-dragging tactic in the academic world. Same as "I'll tell you about this later". Can you learn some new words, sister? (spread your hands)
Also, did Shiho agree to have dinner with you? Is this assuming you're spending the night together again? (Want to see this? Rub your hands. Jpg)
Masaka, is this a common problem in lesbian relationships? They quickly become clingy, the kind that plans to move in together after three dates?
"Tell me now," Shiho refused to give in. "What did you see?"
Shiho: I'm not here for romance, I'm here for scientific research (though that ultimately didn't work out). If you have something to say, please speak up now, don't wait for the next episode preview.
Go, go, go, start asking directly. The Conan world really doesn’t have the patience to wait until dinner time. The case is more important than the stomach.
Vermouth looked back at her, her sapphire eyes now unusually serious. "Coordinates. Name. And... a chemical formula that's highly similar to the molecular structure of APTX-4869."
Masaka, a map from centuries ago? APTX is back again? How many people have this thing ended up in their hands? Has it been mass-produced? Is it available on Taobao?
APTX-4869: I'm clearly a mysterious poison, but as the plot progresses, I become the universal plot key. Anyone can rely on me to get the main plot (feeling wronged)
Azure eyes + mysterious chemical formula = the perfect crazy heroine configuration is online, and the love brain and scientific research brain are already fighting in her body.
APTX-4869, familiar formula, familiar taste. One bottle down, the elementary school students are going to expand again? Mary's plot has been around for so many years, and the family of four still hasn't recognized their relatives. (Grayfield: Don't come anymore, I beg you)
Shiho suddenly stopped in her tracks: "This is impossible."
Deny it first, this is the golden rule in the Conan world.
But the protagonists are indecisive: they are shocked for three seconds, and then they learn the scientific principles.
"Really?" Vermouth raised an eyebrow and asked, "You should know better than anyone that science often rediscovers once-lost knowledge, doesn't it?"
Archaeological invention? This isn't romance. This is falling in love with the romance of document restoration. (The liberal arts student shed tears.)
Every time the plot is explained by science, "science" becomes scientific and reasonable.
Before Shiho could process this shocking information, a sudden commotion erupted from the direction they had come from. A shrill alarm blared, and security personnel appeared at the end of the corridor.
As soon as the alarm sounds, the plot accelerates. This is a classic "the crime scene must be chaotic" scene, otherwise how will the protagonist escape?
Security: I was slacking off, but now that the protagonist has arrived, I have to go out and catch people. The destined tool man is online.
Classic. Just as we were discussing key intelligence, the alarm went off = Conan's Plot Law #3.
"What happened?" Dr. Field became panicked.
A security guard came running over, looking nervous. "There's been an intrusion alarm in the Smithworth showroom. The building is temporarily sealed off. No one is allowed to leave."
Alarm lockdown + exhibition hall invasion = Conan the Movie's first ten minutes of solid content, a must, no less. If the scene isn't chaotic, the plot isn't exciting enough.
Everyone stay put, yes, you are all suspects now.
When the phrase "No one is allowed to leave" is uttered, it's 99% certain the protagonists are leaving secretly (security breach warning). After all, the "building lockdown" is the universal plot engine of the Conan world.
But when she unlocked the door just now, hadn't Vermouth confidently said it wouldn't trigger the alarm? Could it be that the room was actually equipped with surveillance cameras? The budget of London's mysterious club is likely higher than that of Mihua, so why would they install surveillance cameras, which are so rare in the scientific world?
But that’s not the case. If Vermouth had considered how to open the map cabinet without triggering it, how could she not consider surveillance?
Perhaps there was some more sophisticated alarm system in that room that Vermouth didn't know about.
In short, the alarm system has been triggered and exposed.
Vermouth grabbed Shiho's wrist. "It's time to implement Plan B."
Do you have a Plan B? Qiaodou Madai, did you eat up Plan A? This isn't love, it's PUA.
However, the main plot of Medicine A is not important. The key point is that he suddenly grabbed her hand in front of outsiders, the atmosphere began to heat up, and CP fans were ecstatic.
"You never mentioned Plan A at all." Shiho couldn't help but retort, but her body was obediently dragged by Vermouth and ran into the side corridor.
Shiho, in any situation, as long as Sister Bei is around, she will instantly become the typical representative of "saying no with her mouth but being honest with her body".
"Pull and run" has become the criterion for judging intimacy in the Conan world. If you don't pull and run, you are not familiar with each other.
In Conan's world, Plan B is always more reliable than Plan A. After all, Plan A usually "goes wrong."
"It's just a detail, a detail. Don't worry about it," Vermouth replied briskly. Her laughter, amidst the chaotic background of alarms, seemed quite confident, even a little happy. "Isn't this much more interesting than having a boring meal together?"
This is the Vermouth who says, "Eating is so boring, let's go and get some state secrets," the unconventional, love-brained, and dramatic Wynyard.
To be honest, this is the way of dating in the world of science, dodging alarms, escaping security, and risking your life for excitement.
Eating and the like are all pretexts, escaping is the real thing. (doge)
Shiho secretly regretted that she had let Vermouth lead her without studying it carefully.
But the real danger around her, the ridiculous thing happening in front of her, and the alarm buzzing in her ears... all of this mixed together, and she found that she couldn't stop the smile on the corner of her lips. It was a faint smile that even she felt helpless about.
What's with the déjà vu feeling of the heroine in a romance drama?
That's right. And a hitman from a winery. God knows why, but this man had taken an interest in her, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were hiding in the corridors of an ancient secret society, which was indeed much more exciting than any regular "date".
It's probably: "Do you like danger?" "No, I like her." (Warning: everyone is in love)
The protagonists: The place where the crime occurred is also the date place, and excitement = the spice of love.
"I'm going to be killed by you sooner or later..." Shiho finally couldn't help but complain as the two of them ran towards an unknown direction.
The standard love in Conan's world: "Accompany you to die until dawn."
Vermouth turned around and smiled at her, a smile so bright it was blinding. "Maybe. But that would be the worst possible outcome, wouldn't it?"
Who can resist this? This is the crazy girlfriend who "smiles and talks crazy" in the lesbian circle.
"The worst ending"? Wrong, this is clearly the most romantic ending, okay? (covering his heart) Is this a knife or a candy? The Conan world is full of candy and knives.
This wave, it's "You can't escape the fate, but at least we're crazy together."
"Eating is a cover, escaping is a real date," in Conan's world, "cases equal daily life." The protagonists never have a dull day; the only romance is running away together, especially when it comes to the main plot of the winery (spreading hands).
Here comes the multiple choice questions.
If you were to travel into the Conan universe and encounter a sudden date (escape) scenario like "Plan B", what would you do?
A. Ask for another try. "Excitement is everything."
B. Hide away, shiver, take photos of your favorite characters with your phone, and then reappear after the case is over.
C. Take out a small notebook and start taking notes, preparing to go back and complain about the original work.
D. He went forward and snatched the bottle of APTX-4869, intending to go home and shrink himself.
What will the genius girl Shiho choose under this triple buff of "chemical reagents + alarm chaos + criminal girlfriend"?
A. "Call the police immediately. She's toxic." (physical + emotional)
B. "Run away first and wait for her to explain." (Classic reasonable protagonist behavior)
C. "I don't care about the past, as long as she smiles beautifully now." (Love Brain is online)
D. "Can I also have an original APTX? I want to shrink and start talking to her from elementary school." (Mysterious Organization: Welcome)
But now, Shiho’s top priority may be to set up a firewall so that she won’t be seduced by the smiling crazy sister again.
The door of the fire exit was slammed open. Vermouth exerted force with her shoulders and pulled Shiho into the alley behind the Cartographer's Guild.
Isn't this a romantic start to a wild game with your girlfriend? This kind of place is perfect for posting (crossing out) and interacting in crisis.
The winter chill suddenly hit their faces, condensing the breath they exhaled into white mist, which was in stark contrast to the remaining warmth in the building behind them.
A certain Jiang's three principles of love: closeness, holding hands, and facing danger together—a direct triple kill. Lily microscope warning. The main theme is a contrast of warmth and coldness, and the main idea is that "escape is also the best catalyst for love."
Qiaodou Madai, who designed this plot? Oh, it seems to be the key to Logos. Oh, it seems to be the 90% of the subconscious that the heroine's brain, with an IQ of 200, never uses on a daily basis. Tsk tsk tsk.
White fog + alley = home run sign (not really). Experience of drug addicts: When white fog appears, the sense of ambiguity increases.
"This way." Vermouth said softly, and without saying anything, she took Shiho's hand and led her deep into the alley. The lights on the main street swayed with a hazy light through the falling snow.
They started holding hands in fancy ways before they were out of danger, showing how physical contact in times of crisis can be a strong assist to the relationship line.
After all, for these two who are only interested in sex and not in love, they can spend a whole night in bed passionately, but they will not do something too innocent like holding hands which involves feelings.
At most, they would intertwine their fingers in certain positions on the bed. That was just part of the better sexual experience, not the heart.
"Wait," Shiho stood still, forcing Vermouth to stop. "They'll check there first. The surveillance cameras must have recorded us coming out of this door."
He is professional online and can calmly analyze the situation in times of crisis. He is worthy of being a member of the Miyano family.
The rational interception of the rational heroine x the unscrupulous wolf-like executioner.
Vermouth curled her lips and narrowed her eyes, clearly appreciating it: "I just like your cleverness."
She raised her hand and pointed at the small black camera on the wall above. "That little toy has been looping the footage from seventeen minutes ago. According to their security system, this door hasn't been opened since this morning."
Here it comes, a reverse show of attacking famous scenes in detective literature.
Sister Bei put her hands on her hips and said, "My dear, you think I haven't thought about it, but I have already made arrangements."
He praises you for being smart, but in fact he has made plans in advance, winning both by being a love-brained and a scheming agent.
"You planned all of this," Shiho asked bluntly, her eyes half-closed. "This whole so-called 'date,' this trip, was just a cover for you to seize that map."
Shiho pouts: I thought you were going on a date with me, but you ended up coming to work. Hum.
"I did plan this 'borrowing' operation," Vermouth corrected softly, her slender, beautiful fingertips gently brushing the snow foam from Shiho's cheek. The action was completely out of place with the tension they were in. "As for the 'date'... I can only say it was a wonderful coincidence."
Accident? Vermouth's phrase "wonderful coincidence" could easily become a trailer caption: "It was clearly planned, yet it pretends to be fantastical." A highly-adapted, contradictory aesthetic that's blinding.
Shiho suddenly turned her head to avoid her touch: "With you, there is no such thing as coincidence. Every step is calculated."
Miyano-san's social phobia skill +100: evasion is physical, while tsundereness is chemical. She says "calculation" but her body doesn't move. Stop pretending, you've seen too many scripts where someone is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
The so-called "calculating every step" reveals the depth of human nature. This counterattack is both a warning and a test of deep affection.
“Oh, you sound so cruel of me,” Vermouth pouted in a feigned grievance. “I really worked hard to make plans to make you happy.”
It's against the rules. The young actress actually resorted to pouting attacks. It looks like helpless self-deprecation, but in fact it is a soft and coquettish act. This kind of contrasting character is worthy of being called a high-level yuri routine.
Here is a small broken station barrage:
"I want to give 100 points for this coquettishness."
"A good actor. Cry for me."
"It's a pity that Vermouth only gives soft light, not tear points."
Shiho curled her lips, "Happy? We're desperadoes now."
The more roads there are, the greater the danger, and the stronger the hormones. Psychology tells us: the suspension bridge effect is really true.
“Strictly speaking, I’m just a suspect right now,” Vermouth glanced at the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist. “In about forty-five seconds, I’ll be no more. Come on.”
Ding Dong, what is the real function of the Vermouth watch?
A. GPS positioning, you can flirt wherever you go.
B. The bomb countdown explodes and embarrasses both of them.
C. The couple's heart rates are synchronized, and Shiho's blushing is monitored.
D. Purely decorative, after all, a movie queen needs a luxury mechanical watch.
Barrage: Those who chose C, please raise your hands. Those who chose B are all believers in the classic plot of science fiction.
She led Shiho along the alley, not towards the main street, but turning to the side of the adjacent building, where there was an inconspicuous entrance to the staff passage.
Vermouth skillfully entered the numbers on the combination lock, and the door lock clicked and opened.
"What is this place?" Shiho asked in a low voice as she stepped into the corridor where pipelines intersected.
"Service tunnel. Most of these old buildings in central London are connected underground. Those guys in the Victorian era were quite far-sighted when it came to infrastructure." Vermouth walked calmly, and seemed to be quite familiar with the route.
"This special tunnel network was expanded during the Cold War for emergency evacuations. Well, few people know about it."
Popular history + map buff = Victoria + Cold War right from the start, a capital "I'm very knowledgeable, praise me!" This also paves the way for subsequent pursuits, escapes, and chance encounters, laying a solid foundation for science.
"And you just happen to know that. How convenient." The complaining girl Miyano-san continued to practice.
"I just like to explore things... unknown to ordinary people," Vermouth suddenly became literary again, just like many foreigners learning Japanese who sometimes like to use a few phrases from ancient literature. However, it's also possible that Shiho's Logos simulation had a minor glitch. After all, the simulation took too long tonight, perhaps the memory was insufficient, or the wiring was mixed up, and it connected to the ancient Japanese literary text.
Vermouth led the two down a flight of stairs and said lightly, "This is also the secret of my survival to this day."
They entered a wider tunnel, which was a bit like their relationship: from resistance to slowing down, there was finally room for more closeness.
The air was moist but not stuffy, and the ventilation system was surprisingly working well, stirring up the airflow.
An ambiguous atmosphere, an "ordinary walk" that is trying to hide the truth.
"We still have about one kilometer to go. At least if we go through the tunnel, there will be no pursuers, so we can go slower." Vermouth said, taking out a pocket flashlight from her coat pocket. The light was ambiguous, and the lighting technician came on line.
Although everyone's phone has a built-in flashlight these days, when it comes to expeditions and missions, dedicated tools are still more reliable. Plus, they don't have to compete with your phone for battery life.
Vermouth, the queen of the winery and a famous fake winemaker, is a professional when it comes to carrying out missions.
"Would you prefer running all the way in high heels?" she added, looking at Shiho.
Yes, Miyano Shiho, who originally thought she was on a date today, wore high-heeled winter boots, which was rare. You know, she usually wears comfortable flat shoes when she goes from home to the laboratory.
This could be a kilometer of ambiguous tug-of-war. Is the pocket flashlight illuminating the road, or the ambiguous atmosphere?
Shiho glanced down at her exquisite boots. "These are Louboutin. Not to mention wearing boots, even if I were running barefoot in the snow, I'd be faster than you."
In addition to red-soled shoes, does Louboutin also produce boots?
But that's not important. The key is that for a woman in love, even Louboutins can be transformed into running shoes. It instantly ignites the aesthetic of luxury. The sisters aren't running for their lives; they're walking the red carpet. She's not showing off her shoes; she's answering "disgrace" with "refinement," stepping into danger with her high heels, radiating the full force of the Queen of Popcorn's aura.
As for the tsundere “I can run faster than you barefoot in the snow” = the paper man version of “I don’t need your protection but I tacitly allow you to accompany me.”
Vermouth chuckled, her charming voice echoing softly in the tunnel: "That's right, my girl. Prioritize things."
No question, love comes first, solving the case takes a back seat. (bushi)
Or, it's another way of saying "You have to choose me first, then choose the task."
Dictionary of Fangirl Slang: "My girl" has reached the standard, (explicitly stating sovereignty).
In yuri sex, the most heart-stealing person isn't the top, but the one who says "my girl." (Shiho: Hey, top and bottom are saying it the other way around! Warning!)
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