The Split-Actress in Conan's World

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Glenfiddich turned back in surprise and almost dropped his cigarette.

"What dangerous things are you thinking about!?"

“Isn’t it?” Vermouth seemed to think this guess was reasonable. “Otherwise, how could he delegate power to you like this? We all know how cautious he is.”

"Is there a possibility that the old man can listen to what others say and not be so violent?"

"Can he listen to what people say?"

Vermouth seemed genuinely confused.

"..."

Even Glenfiddich thought this woman was a little too extreme.

"Anyway, he doesn't care about this place anymore. You, me, and us are completely free in Japan."

After saying that, he added: "It was only because of Drug A that he was convinced."

Vermouth opened her mouth, feeling that it was unreasonable. Her fair face became a little red. This was not due to weakness, but to an extraordinary anger.

I don't know if she was angry because Shirley brought her this freedom, or something else.

"How could he just leave this place alone? I'm here!!"

"Well, you're here, so what?" Gryffindor nodded, then asked back.

Vermouth's breathing became disordered, and she even had difficulty catching her breath for a moment, and began to cough violently.

"Ahem... I'm here, he can't just leave me alone, he will definitely keep a close eye on me, he needs me!!"

Glenfiddich was really shocked this time. He stepped on the brakes, stopped on the side of the road, and turned around to look at her.

"Why does he need you?"

Vermouth's hand holding the phone was shaking a little, and he noticed that the woman was biting her lips tightly, with blood oozing from her pale lips.

"..."

silence.

"I understand your grievance as a victim, and I also understand the troubles you have been suffering from over the years because of this ageless face. I am also enduring the torturous side effects of the drug, so I understand."

"But I really don't understand why you feel that he 'won't let you go'?"

Gryffindor reached out his hand, helped her up, and looked her straight in the eyes, allowing her to see the obvious emotion in his eyes - confusion.

"I......"

"You're dying! He wants you to be alive, so he doesn't care even if the drug is still in the experimental stage. The side effects and sequelae are all unimportant. Only if you are alive will you have these troubles!"

"I watched! I saw him stuff the medicine into his own mouth first, rolling on the ground in pain. He tried it himself before he dared to use it on you!"

"Yes, he is not a good person. He is just an old man who wants to live forever. But have you ever thought that besides you, I have also taken the medicine, not to mention the Miyano couple who know more about the medicine, and now there is Shiho."

"Why did he let us go and torture you alone?"

"I don't really understand him, but I've gradually understood him a little bit in the past few years."

Gryffindor lowered his eyes.

"At least a father who gives his all shouldn't be misunderstood his whole life."

"Perhaps to you, the Miyano family is the culprit for your painful half-life..."

"But to us, they are your benefactors who kept you alive, and their research results are treasures that can truly benefit mankind."

Vermouth curled up into a ball, her eyes dodging, and finally she turned her back to him.

"Twenty years ago I said I hoped you could survive, but ten years later I figured it out."

"I'm going to tell you again what I said ten years ago."

Vermouth's shoulders trembled slightly.

"If one day you get tired of this world and want to leave, it's okay."

"I'll take care of Shiho, and then I'll go with you."

“This is a brother’s promise.”

"Let yourself go..."

The night in late autumn is very quiet.

It seemed as if the migratory birds were still halfway through their escape, too tired to make any sound.

In the sparse and somewhat lonely night sky, another unknown star dimmed a little.

I don’t know when I will turn into a shooting star and disappear.

......

"Wow!"

Kudo Yukiko came over excitedly and looked around at the two people who had just returned and were changing shoes at the entrance.

Of course, the main focus is on Chiyoko after she has grown bigger.

"I didn't expect Xiao Guang to be so handsome when he grew up. He is totally different from when he was little!"

Even with Chiyoko's personality, he felt uncomfortable being stared at repeatedly. He quickly pushed Conan into Kudo Yukiko's arms and ran into the living room.

Although he really liked this black robe, for some reason, he still felt a little embarrassed when being looked at by people outside the Tomboy Alliance, and always felt that it was a little too childish.

After a preliminary chat with Shuichi Akai, Chiyoko and Conan both agreed that this matter should end between the two of them and that no one else should be involved.

Kudo Yukiko and Fujiwara Mio are obviously among the people who cannot be told.

Haibara Ai was also among them.

When Chiyoko suggested keeping it a secret from Haibara, Conan was still very surprised. He obviously didn't understand why his friend made such a choice.

But Chiyoko herself understood.

You don’t have to hide things about the organization, and you can actually find an opportunity to be honest about things related to the experiment.

The only thing that must be excluded is cooperation with the FBI.

This is not of the same nature as their "fake child alliance", but is undoubtedly an exchange of interests between dirty adults.

He didn't want Haibara Ai's innocence to be polluted.

The simplicity here does not mean "naive" but "clean".

Although Haibara Ai came from the organization, Chiyoko thinks she is cleaner than anyone else.

If he hadn't been really unavoidable, he actually didn't want Conan to get involved. The reason was much simpler. This kid was too upright in his style of doing things. It was okay for him to play with his family, but it would be bad if he discussed things seriously with them outside.

But there is no other way, he can only work harder and pay more attention.

Having reached this consensus, the two got out of the car at the intersection and then walked into the residential area.

Chiyoko went back home first and put away the contraband she had seized before coming to Dr. Agasa's house.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to show my face to others with a guitar bag containing JS and a Beretta in my arms.

Especially when I meet those two unreliable mothers.

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After two days of intravenous drip, the inflammation was initially relieved and the pain was much better, but the hematoma did not disappear and my wrist is still unable to move.

I considered applying medicine, getting an injection or drinking Chinese medicine, and finally I chose Chinese medicine based on the doctor's advice. It had not been long since the surgery, so it was not suitable for any particularly stimulating treatments.

The prescription was for half a month's supply, and I had to drink two packets every day. It was so bitter that I couldn't stand it. Really, I feel that Chinese medicine is unique in terms of bitterness.

I guess it will be another protracted battle.

I tried voice input today, but it wasn't ideal. Both segmentation and sentence breaking were difficult and not very intelligent.

Of course, it could also be that I am not articulate enough.

Basically, one and a half hours are spent on voice input, and then another three hours for revision.

It's very painful, mainly because the delay not only reduces efficiency, but also affects the quality.

I am a "feeling" writer. Basically, my mode of writing a book is to have an outline but no detailed outline. I arrange the general structure according to the outline, then simulate the pictures and storyboards in my mind, and write based on my feeling.

The kind that is in a very eating state.

I always feel something is not right when switching to voice input. Many things that can be typed are too embarrassing to be "spoken", so I subconsciously want to change the rhetoric. Then, the article that originally took an hour to finish now takes more time. As a result, the state is delayed.

What kind of atmosphere description, what kind of dialogue, the rhythm is completely messed up.

Sometimes I am speaking one person’s words, sometimes another, and from time to time I become a narrator.

It doesn't feel like I'm writing a book, it feels like I'm dubbing...

Boy, I've become schizophrenic.

I was halfway through dubbing in the afternoon when I saw the messy text and almost gave up.

I was in a bad mood and couldn't help but complain at the end.

Sorry.

To put it bluntly, it's my own problem.

As expected, the data has collapsed in the past few days.

All I can say is try to adjust it.

There is nothing we can do if book lovers feel that the quality is low. Those who want to delete the book can delete it, but I hope you will stop criticizing. This is considered a plea. After all, I am not a particularly strong person mentally.

It doesn't matter if you scold me, but I'm afraid that after being scolded, my mentality will collapse, and the quality of the subsequent works will be lower, which will not be good for other book friends. I don't ask for respect for me, but respect other friends who read books.

That’s about it. I’ll think about how to write the rest and try to overcome the difficulties. Hopefully I can do well.

I wish you all a happy life and good health.