Chapter 95: Don’t Move! We can play happily together, but we haven’t entered…
Just at this moment, deep in the tunnel, from the direction they came from, footsteps gradually approached, and it sounded like there was more than one person.
The classic Conan atmosphere group appeared, and as soon as the footsteps sounded, the tense atmosphere was immediately raised to the maximum.
Tunnel = plot secret room, footsteps = mandatory sticker warning.
"Someone's coming." Vermouth flicked off the flashlight and whispered, "Quick, this way."
With a click, the tension of the plot was triggered. It wasn't "someone's coming," but "the plot is coming."
Without saying anything, she dragged Shiho into a narrow maintenance storage room nearby, which was just big enough to hide the two of them.
Storage room: My original intention of designing this was not to create a gay couple relationship... I have tried my best to bring them together, the rest is up to you.
Forced wall-bang, forced proximity, forced heartbeats, bodies forced to cling closely together, breathing audible.
The "Maintenance Storage Room" is the Nth instance of a physical distance warning in the Conan world regarding confined spaces. It's even more cliché than the elevator trap, but it works every time.
The rose scent on Vermouth now had a hint of tension in it, lingering in Shiho's nose.
Shiho's nose is so sensitive, probably because she took APTX4869 when she was a child. (bushi)
"Hush!" A soft breath brushed past her ears, and Vermouth's voice was close at hand, "Don't move."
This intimate warning made Shiho shudder slightly, but it wasn't because she was afraid. After all, her own military strength was not low.
The footsteps grew clearer, accompanied by the intermittent, noisy sound of the radio. It was probably a security patrol, a routine check.
After all, patrolling is just a background board. What is really tense is the heartbeat.
Shiho held her breath and watched the bright light of the flashlight outside flicker across the recess where they were hiding, and then the beam of light went straight to the far end of the tunnel.
Shiho: It's so suffocating online, even breathing brings plot tension.
Flashlight: I tried my best, but I don’t understand love.
"Nothing unusual has been found here." A man's voice sounded outside, "Continue to Fork No. 7."
Conan World Patrol NPC standard line: "Nothing unusual was found."
Every fork in the road is numbered. Are they afraid that the protagonist will get lost?
Crossroads No. 7: I’m under a lot of pressure right now.
"Understood." The voice over the radio replied, sounding slightly distorted. "Maintain Delta search formation."
The Delta formation sounds impressive, but it's actually just making way for the protagonist. This search formation should be called an assist formation. It's a tactical encirclement, but a plot-based one.
The sound of leather boots stepping on the ground extended along the main tunnel towards the fork in the road they had just passed, gradually becoming blurred, and finally completely blending into the century-long silence of the tunnel.
Only after confirming that there was no more movement around did Vermouth let go of the hand that had been holding Shiho's arm.
The leather boots walk away, and the plot safety zone is obtained, but they will not let go until it is safe, and the ambiguity still needs to go through a whole set of processes.
"That was a close call." Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief, but did not immediately retreat from the storage room.
The person did not retreat, his body was very honest. The storage room was small, but there was plenty of room for the two of them to be intimate.
Storage room: How long are you going to keep it sticking? The orange smell in it is exceeding the limit!
Shiho clearly felt the distance between them. Vermouth's soft breath touched her cheek.
The physical level of pasting is completed, the psychological level is loading...
Although the two of them have had several experiences of staying up late together, as adults, they can have fun together, but they have not entered into a romantic relationship.
"Staying up all night together"... well, we all know what adults do (tactical retreat). Is it the kind of late nights spent studying APTX4869 data until dawn? Anything Shirley produces is high-quality (referring to the efficacy and the late nights).
If the word "staying up late" is not explained clearly, a certain Kudo will really call the police.
Adults playing around, not falling in love = the adult version of "My friend and I just do homework together at night" in Conan's worldview.
Translated, the subtext of this sentence is: Although we are familiar with each other and in sync with each other physically, our hearts are not ready yet.
So outside, both of them were polite and maintained social distance.
A true record of the secretive love behavior of adults, the most stable relationship in Conan's world: only talked about but not announced.
Oh no, he is a serious person in front of others, but behind others... (ellipsis is meaningful)
Outside, he maintains social distance with a serious and icy face. In the bedroom, he is so close that 30,000 words are omitted. When he goes out, he acts like an ordinary acquaintance.
After coming out of the apartment today, in the Aston Martin, Vermouth hinted that she wanted to discuss the essence of their relationship with her, but Miyano Shiho didn't even want to label it as a date.
It's obviously a top-of-the-line 007 car, but they're talking about their current relationship status when they sit in it. It's so abnormal.
Queen Shiho: "Dating? We're not familiar with each other, don't talk nonsense, we're just colleagues (guilty.jpg)." Inner OS: Damn, this woman is trying to trick me again.
Moreover, "exploring the essence of the relationship between the two" sounds like what the head teacher said to the couple in premature love during the class meeting at the beginning of the school term.
The relationship between the two can be considered friends with benefits (bed partners) in European and American society, but in Shiho's opinion, they are not friends either. Without a subject, it is really difficult to define.
Avoiding love from a linguistic perspective, a new scientific term: the grammatical absence of emotions.
Friends? No. Benefits are the key.
Shiho: We're not even "friends." At best, we're just the object clause in a sentence used in grammatical analysis tests.
Masaka, can only write is mouth mouth with benefits
It's that famous Koukou from a certain literary city. (Lets out a meaningful villain laugh)
At this moment barrage:
A. I am Kogoro Mori who was passing by. I drank beer and said I didn’t understand it, but I was deeply shocked.
B. I am Conan, pushing my glasses to indicate that everything is under control, except that the time has not come yet.
C. I am Gin. I quietly took out my pistol and organization funds (?) and prepared to give my share.
D. I'm Dr. Agasa, and I just want to know if what they are discussing is the latest scientific invention.
All in all, in Shiho's opinion, they are definitely not a couple, and they would not have the kind of physical contact that couples would have outside of the bedroom.
A large number of barrages passed by enthusiastically:
"Definitely not a couple" (inner thoughts: but they are already in close contact).
Key point: "Outside the bedroom." So you can do whatever you want in the bedroom, right? Got it. You're the real deal.
The king of flags in the science world: "Definitely not a couple." The next scene is getting the marriage certificate (not).
As a result, the most romantic activities in the whole play take place in the bedroom. Reasonable, the bedroom is a tax-free zone.
Definitely not a couple = a non-couple status that is more like a couple than a couple.
Oh my AUV, only the scientific world can use the name of science to rationalize the ambiguity of feelings.
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"Hmm... too close." Shiho replied, her voice a little tight. "We... should go."
But the tone of voice sounds a bit like a spoiled child.
Go? I've told you so many times that it's time to go, but every time you just go to the bed, okay?
This time too, he said he was leaving but his body hadn't moved yet, a representative of the stubborn group.
Body: I have a mind of my own. Brain: You don't. A series about Shiho's daily battles between her brain and body.
"It's time to go" = the least convincing line in a relationship. Its significance in a relationship is second only to "Don't do that, someone else will come." It's almost synonymous with "Wait a little longer."
It is never a conclusion, but a prelude.
“Do we have to leave?” Vermouth’s gaze gently slid across Shiho’s lips, finally resting in her eyes. “Well, I actually like the way we are now.”
As expected of the actress with a thousand faces, her seductive skills are too high. Her gaze is the most lethal when driving. This look is so eye-catching that it can even be drawn.
The subtext: "It's not impossible to develop the relationship a little deeper, baby~" This is the thousand-faced routine of the actress.
Sexy attack maxed out. This is the true meaning of "eye-flirting skill maxed out."
Bei Jie's online teaching: "How to make a cold beauty blush with your eyes."
This wasn't just a passing glance; it was a glint of electricity. The air crackled with electricity. The action-drama drama of love and action is here. The actress's erotic, affectionate words, all delivered without a trace of emotion.
"Not now..." Shiho's refusal, though in Japanese, lacked any conviction. Against her will, her body edged ever so slightly closer to Vermouth's warmth. This "millimeter" of distance was roughly equivalent to the time it took Conan's glasses to reflect the light and solve the case. Or perhaps it was the length of the fuse that triggered the daily explosions in Beika Town.
Barrage: So when will it be possible? Give me a definite answer. Should we wait until the full moon or until Conan turns back into Shinichi?
Body: So warm, closer, closer... Brain: Be reserved. Be reserved, woman. This is the organization's sugar-coated bullet.
Miyano Shiho: Hard on the outside, soft on the inside, winner of the Most Honest Body Award. She says "time to go," but her body says, "Let me lean on you for a bit."
Rejection words + approaching gestures = nomination for the Love Behavior Award.
"No" is never a rejection, but the password to pass a romance drama.
The love battle line had advanced 0.01 meters. Shiho's mind flashed back to the intense physical struggle of last night.
0.01 meters, contains so much duplicity and extreme tension. Reason is still struggling, hormones have completely won.
This relationship might be progressing at the nanoscale. In Conan's world, relationships progress even slower than solving a crime.
Q: Which of the following sentences best summarizes Shiho's current state?
A. “Rejection is on the lips, and the heartbeat is between the eyebrows.”
B. "Scientists can also be overcome by hormones."
C. "My body is in a secret room, but my heart is in love."
D. "I refuse logically, I surrender emotionally, and I can't stop the little drama in my head."
To sum up in one sentence:
This is not an escape, this is a heart-pounding love script.
This is not a storage room, this is the official love secret room where people show off their love.
The ambiguity in Conan's world is to use ambiguity to jump back and forth between crisis and safety.
(Bullet screen: Isn’t it just one sentence? How come it’s three sentences?)
“But when has there ever been a ‘right time’ between us?” Vermouth’s words sounded strangely melancholic. “Always running, always fighting. Hey, Shiho, aren’t you tired?”
#The lesbian drama is full of misery# The classic "Have we ever been happy" self-narration appears and immediately sets the atmosphere to the maximum.
Vermouth's tone softens rarely, the first step to breaking down defenses, adding a knife to the sweetness. Classic "emotionally expressive villain" lines, sensible and heartbreaking.
"Of course I'm tired," Shiho blurted out, surprising even herself with her bluntness. "But do we have a choice? You and I are on different sides, and this fight isn't what we want."
It is full of the BE physique consciousness that says "I clearly have you in my heart, but fate won't let me love you."
Is the different factions part of the story a spoiler? Or perhaps it means they belong to different factions within the organization.
“Is that so?” Vermouth sighed and said softly, “Or are we, you and I, merely pawns on someone else’s chessboard?” #Life is like chess, lilies are like mysteries#. #Enemy and friend identity + fate paradox.
They were sober as hell, yet they still stood beside each other.
These words hung heavy in the air. Both of them fell silent, and no one responded.
The issues involved here are too heavy and cannot be explained in a short time, so it is not appropriate to discuss them at this time.
Vermouth: An emotionally expressive villain, she is invisibly seductive and is adept at flirting with a philosophical sense of tragedy (she calls herself a pawn, but she plays the queen's game).
The tiny bit of light filtering in from the main tunnel illuminated Vermouth's eyes. Shiho saw the usual calculations, but also caught a glimpse of... confusion, perhaps, flitting beneath them.
#The sugar level meter in her eyes has gone off the charts# #The emotional loopholes of the high-IQ female killer are the most deadly#
Just as Shiho was about to speak, Vermouth's pocket vibrated. She pulled out her phone and glanced at the screen. The subtle tenderness in her eyes faded instantly, and she returned to her calm and capable self.
A cool killer who switches between career modes in one second.
"The contact has been confirmed. It's time to go."
The brief moment between the two of them, when they had dropped their masks, vanished. Shiho quietly followed Vermouth, leaving the alcove in the storage room and re-entering the tunnel.
The sound of footsteps drifted lonely through the long corridor. The air was filled with loneliness, hinting at the feeling that "we can only keep each other company."
#Lonely Footsteps Literature. They weren't just walking, they were using their footsteps to measure the distance between them and their secret thoughts.
#Walking is also a way of falling in love# #Silent romance is the most deadly#
After walking for a few minutes, the two stopped. Before them was a thick metal door, etched with a maintenance sign that was already rusted.
"This is connected to the basement of the Emerald Panther restaurant," Vermouth explained briskly, her fingertips expertly tapping the code on the keypad next to the door. "It's one of the oldest restaurants in London. We can sneak out through their wine cellar and then catch a taxi in Covent Garden."
Classic 007 scenes and London landmarks create a striking visual experience. Vermouth instantly transforms into a tour guide, and the icy queen suddenly becomes adorable and offers a science lesson, a testament to her adorable contrast. And how many of London's service door codes does she actually remember?
The lighthearted tone is an illusion, behind it is the actress-level cover-up of "I pretend to be relaxed to hide the excitement just now".
But her antique Aston Martin is still parked in the parking lot of the Cartographers Club. Once the incident has died down, someone will have to be sent to pick it up.
"Then?" Shiho asked, turning her head as the door unlocked.
#Hesitant to speak warning# This question sets the stage for a lot of ambiguity. "And then" isn't just about plans, but a thousand thoughts deep down: Where will you take me next? Will we be together again?
The direction of love and the turning point of fate all depend on this understated and seemingly nonsensical question.
Vermouth looked back, and the smile at the corner of her lips was a mixture of mischief and mystery. This delicate and charming curve could easily arouse Shiho's little annoyance, but also made her heart beat faster helplessly.
"Then, dear Shirley," she said softly, her words filled with seductive sweetness, "how about going back to the hotel and taking a closer look at my 'trophy'? Or... do you plan to end it here?"
Those who understand will understand. Isn’t this the implicit version of “Do you want to go home with me tonight” in the lesbian circle?
On the surface, it's a question about actions, but in reality, it's a test of emotions: Will you follow me? Do you dare to get closer? Do you want to stay?
When Shiho hears Vermouth say "Let's go back to the hotel to see the spoils", she will:
A. Rational face: "We should split up now."
B. His tone was calm, but his heart was pounding: "Then you have to explain what 'trophies' are first."
C. Nodded silently, then blushed all the way to the hotel in the taxi.
D. "Right now, right now, let's go to the hotel." (Stubbornly follow my wife)
E. "You are my trophy." (Literary flirtation, super sweet)
F. "Let's just run away first..." (down-to-earth realist, socially anxious escapist, continuing to push)
Shiho and Vermouth, one is rational and self-disciplined like a molecular structure, the other is charming but not coquettish, and in control of the whole process... Is this a chemical reaction of love, or a psychological game of putting sacks on each other?
Shiho's mind was screaming: Leave, go back to your hotel, stay away from this bad woman who exudes the sweet scent of poison.
She heard herself say calmly, "Of course I want to confirm the molecular structure on that map. Purely for scientific purposes."
Oh my, "purely for scientific purposes", that's just nonsense.
Next time you want to be intimate with your partner, just say you want to "check their temperature." This is the professional version of the tsundere self-rescue technique.
After all, once the word "science" comes into play, love becomes legitimate.
The speed of self-brainwashing is comparable to that of aptx drug synthesis. Science is a fig leaf, ambiguity is the essence.
The mind is screaming, but the body is throwing itself into your arms?
Abstinence and seduction collide head-on.
The whole process is "What you think is scientific research is actually a true love story."
“Of course,” Vermouth agreed cheerfully, her expression serious, but the joy of a successful plan in her eyes was about to overflow. “It’s pure scientific research.”
Vermouth: Oh, scientific research-based love, I get it.
Miyano Shiho: I talk about science, but my mind is full of all the various... fighting postures from last night. (bushi)
Beilu Modou says "science" with his mouth, but his eyes say "don't even think about leaving tonight". Masaka, this is the gentle trap that the advanced hunter sets for his prey.
Who wouldn't fall for her when she says "pure business" while flirting? After all, she's the queen-like character who knows you want to run away, but knows you'll come back even more. She's got full control.
They walked into the cool stone wine cellar of the Jade Leopard Restaurant. Rows of wine racks stood solemnly, and countless priceless bottles reflected dark green or brown light in the dim light.
Next to the service elevator, a man in a waiter's uniform was waiting with his hands lowered, his posture respectful.
"Ms. Wynyard," he said, bowing with impeccable grace, "your table is ready, and upstairs everything will be arranged as you wish."
Eh, aren't we going straight to the hotel? (Beijie: There's no candlelight dinner, going straight to the hotel is too vulgar, I can't do such a thing.)
Just thinking about it, Vermouth even planned out the date above with such clarity. What kind of relationship IQ is that of a fishing queen? One thing leads to another, after Plan B, there are Plans C, D, and E. Compared to Shiho, it's like she's still reading the first chapter of "Scientific Love Psychology." She's completely defeated.
“Thank you, James,” Vermouth handed over a few banknotes. The amount of the bills was enough to make the waiter, who was accustomed to London’s so-called upper class, look grateful. “We’ll go up right away.”
She even remembers the waiter's name and is generous with her money. With the domineering charm and social genius, Vermouth is the type that you can't help but get close to even though you know she's dangerous. She's a typical "walking pheromone-making machine."
After the waiter walked away, keeping a certain distance from them, Shiho raised her eyebrows and curled her lips: "A table? You even made a reservation for dinner?"
Killer details. Not everyone can arrange a high-end dinner right after you say, "Go back to the hotel with my sister to look at molecular structure." What kind of meticulous and ambiguous management is this?
"Well, I just prepared a few... backup plans," Vermouth shrugged nonchalantly, "considering that we might... have a big 'appetite'." The implication between her words was obvious, and it was not just about food.
Ah, this. Adult flirting scene.
"With great appetite" or something like that, what does appetite refer to? A. Wine B. Dinner C. Her lips D. All of them.
Since "appetite" is in quotation marks, don't blame me for imagining things.
The sensuality is full. The implicit "appetite" implies everything...appetite, lust, desire for danger. She doesn't say it out loud, but she lets the fledgling Shiho, who only has a basic knowledge of biology and a hardworking physical attack, "think for himself." Advanced.
Besides, weren't they escaping in the tunnel? After escaping, they were able to go on a date to a London restaurant, a place that's incredibly hard to book, something most people would have to book three months in advance. Call this a "backup plan"? Masaka is "The Film Queen's London Romance Roadmap."
Shiho, what will you do when you hear this?
A. "Big appetite, want it all."
B. "Be scientific and rational, and eat first."
C. "I'm just here to study molecular structure..."
D. Blushing silently, appearing calm, but secretly calculating how to seize the initiative tonight. (Must attack.)
"You are such a..." Shiho complained in a low voice, but still couldn't help but smile softly.
I say “you are such a nice person” but in my heart I think “you are so nice”.
Reason made her maintain a cautious and skeptical appearance, but her emotions had already crossed the line.
“I thought I heard you praising me just now?” Vermouth replied cheerfully, “That’s part of my charm.”
This woman, wow, is so good at taking advantage of others.
And not only did she climb the pole, she might have stolen it as well.
Beilu Modou is the type of older lady with bad intentions and bad taste who says, "I know you are attracted to me, but I deliberately say it out loud to force you to admit it."
Sister Bayley has more confidence, more humor, and all the skills to seduce people are full, and she teaches a lesson directly: the Versailles-style flattery is the real beauty.
Riding the service elevator up, Shiho looked at the two of them, their reflections on the smooth metal wall clear yet slightly distorted.
This is the most fascinating thing about ambiguous relationships...the fusion of reality and fantasy, sweet and dangerous.
Shiho's gaze was glued to Vermouth's stunning silhouette. This person... truly was a mystery. Sometimes cold and resolute, sometimes elegant and composed; she exuded the dangerous aura of a villain, yet possessed an irresistible allure.
"I know she is not a good person, but I just like her so much" The classic little scene is here.
Why was this happening? He was perfectly clear-headed, aware that getting close to her was like playing with fire, yet his body, or rather his heart, was being pulled involuntarily. This feeling made her feel uneasy.
Japanese classic, uneasydesu.
Knowing it is a fire pit but still jumping into it, this is probably the "scientifically inexplicable phenomenon" in love.
Love-brain warning, rationality: offline, heartbeat: full.
Q: Shiho, what would you do when faced with a seductive and dangerous woman like Vermouth?
A. "Run away immediately. Her eyes make my head buzz."
B. "Kiss first, talk later, who's afraid of who?"
C. "If you can't beat her, join her. Scientists need love too."
D. "I'm stuck at the elevator door. I've come to terms with it. Let's eat first..."
(Brain Hole Theater)
If Shiho regains her composure, the story will turn out like this...
Shiho: "I'll look at the molecular structure tomorrow. I'm going back to the hotel tonight to catch up on some sleep."
Vermouth: "What about dinner?"
Shiho: "Let's order takeout. Scientists don't care about ostentation."
The end of the play, BAD END.
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