Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

Chapter 1020: Top Sister Bei

Wednesday, Beika Town.

An ordinary working day.

The early morning sun shone through the mist, and a flight from London landed smoothly on the runway of Beihua Airport.

Ever since the thrilling conclusion of the "2000 million hostage kidnapping case" two days ago that shocked the entire Metropolitan Police Department and touched the hearts of countless people, Beika Town has experienced a rare few days of relative peace and tranquility.

Please note that it is "relative".

Although some of Beika Town's "daily special cases" - such as murder in a locked room, kidnapping with a perfect alibi, a bloody incident caused by a bowl of ramen, and lovers turning against each other and killing each other... are still as endless as the new rice balls that are released every week at the corner convenience store.

But to the people of Beika Town, who have simple customs and strong psychological quality, this is considered a common "child's play".

It can even be used as a breakfast accompaniment.

As long as it's not a large-scale terrorist attack or bombing that threatens an entire city, requires large-scale evacuations of people, deploys counter-terrorism forces, and could affect your own balcony.

To the incredibly tough nerves of the residents of Beika Town, it was a peaceful and tranquil day where they could hang out to dry their quilts in peace.

Even according to the population report released by the Beika City Hall in the first half of the year, the population of Beika Town is still growing at a considerable rate.

House prices have also been rising steadily.

Maybe... everyone is used to this exciting pace of life?

After all, ordinary life needs spice.

Teitan School, Infirmary

The bell for recess had just rung, and the infirmary was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant and a lazy, leisurely atmosphere.

A handsome young man, who seemed to have a soft light filter, was leaning lazily on the chair prepared for patients, with his chin supported by one hand, and the fingertips of his other bony hand were tapping the smooth wooden armrest lightly with a certain rhythm.

In front of him, a figure in a fitted white coat was standing with his back to him, slowly preparing medicine in front of the medicine shelf against the wall, as if selecting a work of art.

The movements are graceful and have a unique sense of rhythm.

"Sister Bei..."

The young man spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, breaking the silence in the room. "That's Xiao Ai's aunt, and even my aunt, too. How could you do this? You're so ruthless."

His tone was relaxed, and it didn't sound like he was really going to blame anyone, but rather like a familiar joke.

The figure in a white coat in front of him paused slightly, then slowly turned around.

Against the light, you can clearly see the name tag hanging on his or her chest, with the words "Arata Tomoaki" clearly printed on it.

However, when the gaze moved upwards, what came into view was not the masculine face of Dr. Shindou, but a beautiful face that was enough to make onlookers of any gender hold their breath, a face that was both charming and cold, and full of charm.

Her emerald eyes were like deep pools, and the corners of her mouth were curled up in a smile that seemed to be neither a smile nor a smile. It was the Thousand-Faced Witch - Vermouth.

The wheel of history always rolls forward in a strange and stubborn way, trying to crush all variables.

In other words, the plot correction ability of the Detective Conan world is like a screenwriter with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although the script has been changed beyond recognition by a "god" who does not play by the rules, and even his own mother does not recognize it, some key and iconic "plot nodes" still seem to be trying to return to the "right track" in a tenacious and weird way.

For example, perhaps when she woke up one morning, Vermouth suddenly had the urge to relive her long-lost, youthful and energetic campus life and experience the feeling of being an angel in white.

So, poor Dr. Tomoaki Aishide, as his fate had destined, was once again "topped" without even a chance to resist.

He was forced to go offline and take vacation.

However, unlike the relatively "simple" Teitan in the original work, the waters of today's Teitan are deep enough to support a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Leaving aside the students, the faculty and staff are full of hidden talents, including agents from various countries and intelligence personnel from major organizations, and the proportion is frighteningly high.

From a certain perspective, it may not be a bad thing for an ordinary person like Tomoaki Arata, who has a relatively simple background, to temporarily leave this troubled place.

At least life safety is guaranteed.

Moreover, similar to the plot of the anime, the genuine doctor who was replaced is currently being "protected" by Judy Stelling of the FBI - or in other words, he is under the surveillance of the FBI.

Of course, Vermouth had no intention of actually killing the innocent doctor. She had long passed the stage where she needed to silence others to ensure a perfect disguise.

After all, things are different now. With the young master as her biggest confidence and backing for her willful behavior, she no longer needs to ensure her own safety or the completion of her mission by being stained with the blood of innocent people as she did in the past.

If you have the guts, come and expose me.

Hearing Hanyu Kusunoki's "question" which was not really a reproach, Vermouth turned around, placed the prepared potion on the tray beside her, and walked over with an elegant cat-like step.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the armrests of Hanyu Kusunoki's chair, keeping him within an ambiguous distance. A cunning and charming light shone in her emerald eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and a warm breath brushed against the boy's ear.

"What's wrong? A new little loli with blonde hair and blue eyes and a special identity. Wouldn't my little master like it? I specially prepared this 'gift' for you, my little master. It's guaranteed to be freshly baked and unique."

Hanyu Kusunoki touched his nose and put on a righteous expression:

"Let's not talk about that. Sister Bei, isn't your 'production' process a bit... too simple, crude, and a bit too exciting? Force-feeding drugs and giving her the kiss of death right from the start? Who could stand that?"

Seeing this, Vermouth's smile became even more charming.

She moved closer, almost touching Hanyu Kusunoki's body, lowered her voice, and used a tone full of forbidden temptation, like a devil's whisper:

"My dear little master... you can't say that. This little loli, in terms of blood and legal relationship, is still cloaked in the status of an 'elder'."

She deliberately emphasized the word "elders," hinting at something unclear. "Think about it, this kind of... subverting common sense, challenging ethics, this subtle sense of transgression, doesn't it make your heart beat faster, more thrilling?"

"Cough cough..."

Hanyu Kusunoki coughed twice due to the high-level speech that hit her soul and hit the mark precisely. She felt that her moral bottom line was being hit "dong dong" by Bayley with a small hammer, and it was showing signs of breaking.

He is really not that kind of person!

I have to admit that Sister Bei is indeed a master at seeing into people's hearts, and she accurately hits someone's hidden...interest point.

A "little aunt" with a mature soul, rich experience as a spy, but with the appearance of a legitimate lolita...

This setting, this contrast, this sense of taboo...

Indeed... there is something.

Very much to someone's taste.