Chapter 98 Ah, let’s talk about work. The flame of love, the crisis...
"Ah, work." Vermouth sighed softly, "Shiho-chan is always like this. When things are most interesting, she always talks about boring things."
Ah this, the older one has a bit of a coquettish tone, the beginning is a scene of professional women's social death, workplace PUA is not uncommon.jpg
To be honest, the word "funny" used by Bayley is too dangerous. It is 100% not a joke (funny)
She delicately tossed the smoked salmon on her plate with the tip of her fork. "Well, since you asked... there's definitely some new activity. That Rum guy has been really interested in a certain politician lately."
"Which one?"
Shiho continued to ask questions. Her familiar, cool, queenly manner was again. Was her next question, "Send me a copy of the specific time, place, and names?"
Moreover, they completely ignored the organization's internal discipline regarding intelligence and the need to separate and maintain distance between departments.
There is a slight feeling of being spoiled and arrogant, as if "I did break the rules, but you will tell me, sister."
“Well…” Vermouth’s eyes flickered, her cunningness evident. “Information comes at a price, dear.”
The classic line "If you want some price, I'll give you some ambiguity", Bayley is so awesome, the BGM here suggests that the word "danger" should be displayed all over the screen.
Shiho curled her lips coldly: "I thought I had paid enough 'price' last night."
Warning: You're not going home tonight. What were you two doing last night? Playing mahjong or trying to solve a case? (Manually funny)
On reflection, this price is quite high. After all, using a toy for the first time, from getting used to it to mastering it, to diligently and conscientiously using it, is quite physically demanding (and back strength). Those squats I usually do at the gym are worth it.
“Oh?” Vermouth put down her fork and leaned slightly, her posture giving off a slightly oppressive vibe. “That was just a pleasant exchange, not a transaction. Unless…” She narrowed her eyes. “You want to define it as a transaction?”
The light in the restaurant had dimmed slightly, and the air between them grew thick and hot.
Shiho smelled Vermouth's unique fragrance... the richness of rose and the coolness of gardenia, a wonderful harmony. Dangerous, yet fascinating.
"I don't make deals that don't win," Shiho whispered. She didn't want to admit that she didn't want to define last night as a deal. That would reveal her true feelings.
Now, the two seemed to be locked in a battle of "not caring more than others." High-IQ lesbian relationships, especially in the early stages, were often so tangled. Furthermore, there was such a complicated history and work-related costs between them.
"A wise decision." Vermouth's fingertips gently brushed the back of Shiho's hand and then left. "But it's just a small gift... The target is Lord Wellington."
If the Lord is the target, there are a lot of interests involved. This level of information was actually given to Nianxia as a small gift. It seems that Sister Bei was very satisfied with Nianxia's performance last night.
Shiho frowned slightly: "What connection does he have with the organization?"
Shiho OS: Your organization has such a wide network of contacts that I have to check the genealogy.
"In his hand, he holds the port for the security system we need." Vermouth lowered her voice. "Gin didn't elaborate on the details. You know his way of doing things... He only let you know the little he felt you needed to know."
Gin, the king of secretive information gap, is online.
But it seems that both Vermouth and Shirley use it as a portal to leak information. Is it so easy to get information from this villain who looms over Conan's early days?
"And you always happen to know more than others." Shiho's tone was slightly sarcastic, and she was being yin and yang to Sister Bei.
Although she herself had also tried to get information from Gin, double standards were a natural part of human nature.
Vermouth chuckled softly, a mixture of admiration and a slight warning: "Be careful with your words, Shiho-chan. Talking like that will get you in trouble in the organization."
Bei Jie: Knowing too much will shorten your life (hint warning)
The internal verbal battle of the organization begins, Sister Bayonet: Smiling on the outside, but keeping the blacklist in mind.
"People who say things like that to you, usually, can still live well?"
Shiho: That's a deadly statement. In the original story, anyone targeted by Miss Bayonetta never had a good ending.
“That depends on the situation,” Vermouth’s azure eyes sparkled in the flickering candlelight. “Let’s see if they can surprise me in bed, too.”
Sister Bei, the most ambiguous woman in the organization, has a killer look under the candlelight. By the way, she opens the big scale to make the younger generation jealous.
This sentence is really ambiguous. It can be interpreted as her just wanting to flirt with Shiho. Although the word "they" is a plural term, it actually only refers to Shiho.
However, it can also be interpreted as her having other sources of information, and they are ambiguous, depending on what the listener thinks.
Of course, if the listener's IQ is higher than the average human being, he or she will definitely analyze the situation in a split second and think of every angle, including the jealous angle.
So, is this jealous angle real? Or is it just said to make people jealous? This is the thorny point.
In the final analysis, it is the same mediocre routine of "how many levels does this chain of suspicion go to?"
Although it is cliché, it works.
After all, the conspiracies in this world are often unsolvable.
Zhibao nearly choked on the wine in his mouth. Seriously. This woman… She put her glass down heavily, taking a deep breath. “You’re always so… uninhibited in public?”
The unrestrained type in public places, Beilu Modou. However, they were in the corner, and there was no one around.
Moreover, human nature is full of double standards. It seems that Shiho was the one who mentioned the bedroom first.
However, Miyano Shiho, after all, has an IQ of over 200, so she did not fall into the trap, did not show jealousy, and did not comment on the point that made people jealous. Instead, she found another entry point.
And all this happened in the flash of 1 second, as thoughts raced.
“Only to certain people.” Vermouth continued in her ASMR-infused voice, “Only to those I consider ‘worthy’.”
A seasoned flirt. As expected of a Hollywood enchantress who has starred in numerous romantic films, she always controls the tempo.
And he is using the plural form to refer to this whole group, just to make the younger generation jealous.
But the old one is still experienced. The fact that she made Shiho jealous was just a false pretense and could be completely denied when her younger brother was really angry.
If we take something that is 100% certain in the past, for example, the 8 o'clock drama of love, hate, and hatred with Kudo Yukiko in those years, then it might not be about using jealousy to flirt, but about really getting into a fight.
The two people's eyes met in mid-air and collided violently.
"Scientific research is always full of uncertainties," Shiho finally settled on business, her tone returning to a formal tone, breaking the momentary stalemate. "Sometimes, the most significant discoveries often stem from the most unexpected deviations."
“For example, us?” Vermouth asked unexpectedly, her voice surprisingly frank. “An unexpected…discovery?”
Let me get this straight. The word "we" is a universal magic trick for those in love.
Vermouth’s “frankness”, the old fox suddenly turns into a little kitten, lethality ++.
And the topic returned to personal relationships. It seemed that the Hollywood enchantress, drinking Margaux in the ambiguous corner of the Emerald Panther, was not particularly interested in discussing work.
After all, she should have worked for two lives, Sharon and Chrissy.
Shiho was speechless. She stared at the woman across from her... the most mysterious and unpredictable figure in the organization, the woman who had sobbed softly in her arms last night...
A sudden sense of uncertainty crept into her. Was this another elaborate circus of hers? Well, who knew?
Shiho’s inner thoughts are revealed: Yesterday you were a good little cat, but today you’ve turned into a big bad wolf?
Does "cry" mean "crying"? If so, why do you cry? In what situations do you cry? The Chinese language is profound and extensive.
This woman, Vermouth, always has a way to make her lose her mind.
Last night, she thought she had taken the initiative, controlling this powerful woman in the organization. But now it seemed that who was the hunter and who was the prey was still unclear.
Vermouth is so passionate in bed, so... submissive, is this just another form of control?
This thought made Shiho feel a chill.
It’s terrifying to think about it. Who was on top last night and who is down today? It’s a variation of power, an ambiguous science of power.
Compliance can also be a form of control. Sister Bei: You think you are in charge, but in fact, it is all in my script.
Shiho, who had been the top all night (most of the time) and had also appreciated and tested the girls' interesting toys, finally realized at this moment that she might have fallen into the trap of the "Fox Queen" with her little IQ of 200.
"You're a killer, an actor... you have too many identities." Shiho paused, "But I don't mind... Sometimes, sharpness is more important than credibility."
Sharp love quotes are online. What is trust? It doesn't matter, as long as it makes me happy. (bushi)
Vermouth clapped softly: "Well said. You are becoming more and more like me."
"I don't want to be you."
"But you... like me very much."
There was another brief silence.
The word "like" can be either light or heavy, especially in the English context. It is not a big deal. After all, in Western culture, people can like many things.
Of course, if they are speaking Japanese, in the East, especially in the implicit culture of island countries, using this word, "大好ki" or something like that, can be considered a confession.
Although this word has not reached the level of "Auntie Washing Railway" (I love you).
Shiho didn't respond, simply bringing the glass to her lips and taking a quick sniff. Margot woke up a little more. The aroma of fruit, oak, and a hint of vanilla suddenly reminded her of last night. The dim room, the silk sheets, the white arms, Vermouth's nails leaving fine marks on her back. Shiho closed her eyes before taking a sip of the wine.
What I drink is not wine, but the regret and sweetness of last night.
She really wanted to finish the glass of wine in one gulp, but for Margot, this was like drinking like a cow. If it were in Dream of the Red Chamber, it would be like Baoyu being accused of having no taste by Miaoyu in the Grand View Garden.
Shiho OS: My back is burning, your nails will testify to it.
Suddenly, the air in the restaurant seemed to become thinner.
The cello's melody was still melodious, but to Shiho at this moment, it sounded like the prelude to something dangerous.
She looked at Vermouth, this woman, like a huge mystery, every look, every word, was full of hints and temptations.
Was last night's lingering affection really based on love, or was it a carefully planned hunt?
She didn't dare to think deeply.
Vermouth shook the glass to allow the wine to fully contact the air, then moved closer, her eyes smiling, but her words spoken softly: "Don't lie to yourself, Shiho. What you are looking for in me is the part of me that you don't want to admit."
Detective Conan suddenly transforms into a psychology lecture.
Bei Jie: I am not only your lover, but also your mirror. Self-projection in love, do you understand Lacan?
A couple at the next table seemed attracted by the commotion here and cast a curious glance over.
Vermouth simply turned her head slightly and responded with an impeccable, charming smile that belonged to Hollywood actress Chris Wynyard. The couple then turned their heads back somewhat embarrassedly, as if the peeping just now was an offense.
After all, people who dine at the Jade Leopard Restaurant cannot rush up to ask for autographs or take photos like ordinary star-chasers. That would be too undignified.
Sister Beijie is a social stunner to the max. And for her, understanding the psychology of NPCs is a piece of cake.
At this moment, she is the center of the audience. She is not only the answer to Shiho's mystery, but also the mystery of others.
With a Hollywood actress-like smile and an aura three meters away, the Rose Killer of Conan's world is online.
Shiho, after Vermouth said "You actually like me", will:
A. Pretend to be cool while holding the wine glass, with turmoil in your heart but appearing calm on the surface (Zhi Bao Ben Bao).
B. Jump over and kiss her, no matter whether she is hunter or prey, I will not go home tonight.
C. I began to question my life: Was it me who initiated it last night, or was it her who set it up? I fell into philosophical contemplation.
D. Just take out the little notebook: Analysis of Conan World Love Relationships, and work overtime tonight.
Shiho picked up the wine glass and took a sip to calm herself down.
Margaux: I am a very expensive red wine, not a sedative for younger men to take when they are anxious.
"We were talking about the map," she began, her voice a little tighter than before. "The molecular structure you saw."
Vermouth narrowed her eyes, and the mischievous smile on the corner of her lips rose a little higher. She did not comment on this rather abrupt change of topic.
He was simply enjoying Shiho's little nervousness.
And he deliberately didn't answer immediately, just to appreciate her little expression.
Then, she slowly and gracefully reached into the inner pocket of her Hermès Kelly handbag and pulled out an exquisite metal box.
Their fingertips slid across the smooth metal surface, and a deep blue beam of light expanded across the tabletop between them, condensing into a small holographic image, one foot square. The angle of light and shadow was perfect, reflecting only into each other's eyes.
It's a holographic projection, but only they can see it. Is this the legendary techno-light? (Explicit: The world can watch, but nothing can be seen. This communication belongs only to the two of us.)
#Ritual sense of ambiguity#The romantic feeling of sharing a secret.
Furthermore, the Jade Panther, as a prestigious restaurant in London's upper crust, naturally respects the privacy of its guests and wouldn't install surveillance cameras in a corner like this. Shiho had already confirmed this upon arrival.
After all, in the world of science, surveillance is rare.
This is the famous "You're looking at me, I'm looking at you, the whole world is blurring me" scene. Holographic projection + light that's only visible to each other... the yuri filter is definitely on. Adding a tech buff to the ambiguity. #LightOnlyForYou#
It's just that her technology is so fast-paced. I just took a photo with my micro-camera in the club, and now it's uploaded to this holographic projection. Does the Black Organization also utilize cloud storage? It feels so insecure, like it could be easily hacked. (Hacker, aka Dr. Agasa, arms akimbo. JPG)
"Here, the elixir of life, probably made in 1450," she said calmly.
The medieval background buffs are stacked up, and there is a bit of Broadway stage confidence (the stage feeling is just right), and the "elixir of life" is a standard item that everyone in the winery has a bottle of.
A sense of déjà vu, a lover pretending to be relaxed and then throwing out a straight ball? ("Look what I found, especially for you") Vermouth is simply the real-life version of "the ultimate romance of feeding your wife knowledge points."
Shiho leaned forward, and the concentration and professionalism of a scientist instantly overwhelmed the personal matters in her mind.
A common problem for scientist-type heroines: emotions and research share a common CPU, with information stimulation surpassing emotional stimulation. #Heart-warming moments when science takes a backseat.
This curious posture is heart-warming like a little animal, and the delicate side profile, illuminated by the light, can be used directly as a poster.
The deep blue light illuminates her serious profile. Strictly adhering to the principle of "focus equals sex." #Science students also need a sense of ritual in love# #Emerald Leopard's profile under the light of an ambiguous date#
The pattern in the projection was a complex molecular formula depicted using symbols unique to medieval alchemy, but its core structure... was surprisingly consistent with the key part of APTX-4869.
"Uso... you're kidding..." she muttered, her fingertips tracing lines of light and shadow in the air. "The benzene ring structure wasn't confirmed until the 19th century. How could a 15th-century draughtsman possibly have drawn something like this?"
The scientists' "hard-mouthed shock"—they questioned it with their mouths, but their hands caressed the projection...how gentle was that? (Who understands? The fingertips tracing the air is the scientific community's equivalent of touching faces through the air.)
"Perhaps the question isn't 'how did he know', but 'who told him'." Vermouth's voice was still as charming and lazy as usual, but she dropped a bombshell. "After all, 'that side' has always had dealings with many secret societies across Eurasia. Knowledge is hidden, passed down from generation to generation, waiting for technology to catch up with theory. Have you considered this possibility?"
Vermouth's lines, the first thing she said was a mysterious organization x poetic statement + cold knowledge output = a textbook of yuri-type seductive words. #Charming female protagonist with words
And she said, "Have you thought about it?"... This sentence is an induced psychological projection, and its essence means "I'm waiting for you to conspire with me."
A textbook case of knowledge-based PUA: It’s not that you are stupid, it’s that the world is too mysterious.
But there is another explanation for the phrase "who told him", that is, a time traveler told him. This is not just a question of immortality, but also a question of time and space travel.
Shiho carefully examined the structure, squinting her eyes, awestruck. "This part... is a modified variant I tweaked in recent experiments. My hypothesis at the time was that this neural pathway modulator might not affect cell regeneration, but... the transfer of consciousness."
The formula he had just modified was inscribed on an alchemical atlas centuries ago. Either the Miyano family was actually making an archaeological invention, or someone had used a killer time machine.
Consciousness transfer = soul hosting. As soon as this concept appeared, Logos simulated it and immediately opened the door to the copy: "If I change my body, will you still love me?"
"Consciousness transfer..." Vermouth whispered, a look of deep thought in her eyes. "Rather than immortalizing the body, is it more about moving the 'heart' to a new home? Haha, this research idea is really a twist."
Straightforward and sweet. "I place my heart in yours" is on par with Li Shangyin's "Without wings, we can fly together, yet our hearts are connected." Human nature is truly driven by the desire to create heart-touching literature. #Mind Transfer Is True Love# #Consciousness Transfer = You and I Become One#
Beilu Modou, this is a high-level operation of identification-type empathy and soulmate-style mutual flirting... "I understand what you said, and I think it's more romantic."
#Knowledge-based two-way running#I care about every word you say#Scientific research is like a love letter to you
"It's just a theoretical deduction," Shiho quickly added. "After seeing APTX's peculiar reaction in Kudo-kun, I began to explore explanations beyond cell retrograde aging. This compound not only affects biological age but also preserves cognitive function while remodeling neural pathways."
She's explaining it, but it's really justifying it... after all, the concept is so incredible. The scientist's "fear of being misunderstood" is adorable.
Moreover, when Shiho mentioned the washing machine, Vermouth did not show any jealousy, but the topic was kept focused on Shiho throughout, which was an intellectual tug-of-war between geniuses.
"So, what's your latest achievement?" asked Vermouth.
Shiho fell silent. A scientific researcher's enthusiasm and a wariness of the person before her tore through her heart. Yes, no matter Chris Wynyard's current stance, her ties to the organization were unbreakable.
The flame of love and the spark of crisis, different paths lead to the same destination, both are written in the corners of the eyes and between the eyebrows.
The cool and beautiful scientific researcher is indeed a mortal who can be tempted by beauty. At this moment, Shiho's rationality is as cold as an iceberg, but her emotions are already surging under the sea.
"...My latest compound aims to achieve transient synchronization of neural oscillations between subjects." She finally spoke out, a hint of uncontrollable excitement in her voice. A scientific goddess, meeting a soulmate, even a rival, can't help but want to show off.
“In theory, it could create a shared state of consciousness. Well, like building a bridge of minds,” she added.
Shiho is cheating again, as if she wants to incorporate the most cutting-edge and advanced experiments in neurology into love.
Is this the "shared wifi" of love? Shared consciousness, if this drug could be used in real life, the entire human society would die in three days. (Think carefully)
And if you think about it more carefully, synchronized neural oscillations? Shared consciousness? Isn't this the scientific version of "I and you are connected"? It could probably be called "The Lily-flavored Logos Key: Empathy Edition."
Scientific research is a cover; the real meaning lies in the encounter between two highly intelligent and arrogant souls.
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