"..."
Fujino silently watched Old Auntie's performance unfold before him.
All he could say was that Old Auntie really knew how to act.
She had even dragged out her Chris and Sharon identities.
She had even made up a whole melodramatic tale of family feuds and tragic romance.
Were all actors secretly screenwriters or something?
In a sense, Vermouth really was a good screenwriter.
After all, she had been an actress for so many years and had naturally absorbed all kinds of scripts.
Blend a few scripts together, and a brand-new story emerged.
Then, when combined with her own identity, it was surprisingly believable.
And if it was believable, then it was a true story!
Whether others believed it or not, even she believed it herself.
However, Fujino was not impressed by Vermouth's routine.
He could only say that he had seen this sort of thing too many times to be surprised.
After all, he came from a world where online scams and Myanmar kidney-harvesting rings were thriving.
He had even attained enlightenment at a scam and pyramid scheme hideout in his previous life.
All he could say was that there had been far too many scammers in his previous life, and their quality had been far too high.
Tea-selling girls whose grandfathers were critically ill, pitiful girls whose parents had both died.
There had even been AI scams.
Forget voices and appearances—even a box of weapons could be opened after buying a few bytes.
This kind of routine had already been used to death by pyramid scheme scammers, okay?
Vermouth's inner drama flared up as though she had returned to the night she accepted her Oscar, her emotional performance reaching its peak.
She raised her eyes to Fujino and said, "I know a cautious Great Detective like