Cartoon character photos (23 photos): ベルモット; Romaji: Belmore) Chinese translation: belmore (transliteration), absinthe (free translation) and other nicknames: Witch with a Thousand Faces, rotten apple (the target code given to belmore by the FBI [1]) Real identity: American actress Sharon Vineyard; ; シャロンヴィンヤード), but also Chris Wynyard (Chris Vineyard; ; クリスヴィンヤード) The real name is Sharon Wynyard (シャロンヴィㄇ). The organization code is vermouth(ベルモット；; ; Belmore). Because there are many translators of animation and comics, and the translations vary from place to place, there are also differences in Chinese translation names. English translation of Taiwanese animation: absinthe and fumos. Japanese translation of Taiwanese animation: Belmore (first edition. There are also homonyms, such as "Belmer") and Bemot (second edition, after 345 episodes). English translation of Taiwanese comics: absinthe Taiwanese comics Japanese translation: absinthe Hong Kong comics English translation: Belmod Hong Kong comics Japanese translation: Beamont Hong Kong comics Japanese translation: Biluomont mainland English translation: Absinthe mainland Japanese translation: Belmod, Belmod In addition, if most people who like this role say that Mao Lilan is a pure and beautiful white angel, then Belmore is a mysterious angel with black wings. Maybe she was once pure and kind, but fate pushed her into the abyss again and again-a angels in white with black wings. Secrets make women women. Secrets make women more feminine. She is just like her pet phrase, and her mysterious temperament is indescribable. However, when she disguised as a new doctor and tried her best to save Conan, I knew that it was her kind nature. At the new york Opera House, her sad eyes revealed her inner loneliness and sadness. When she lit a cigarette in the dark, it was her sadness and loneliness that drifted away with the airflow in the thick smoke. When she faced the desperate Xiaolan, she shouted helplessly, "Move, angel!" " I know she is protecting herself; Even regardless of the success or failure of their elaborate plan. When Xi Zi faced the sea, she thought of Sharon and asked silently, "Is it true, Sharon?" She used to be as young and naughty as Hiroko. As a new doctor, she pretends to be a big tree, so that Miyoko won't sacrifice her happiness for a bet. I saw her naughty wink at Conan. She was hiding too much enthusiasm. She is a mysterious angel with black wings. Anyway, as long as they are angels, they are all beautiful. I don't know who told me that a woman who hasn't been hurt won't fall in love with a wound ... and a woman who has no scars won't fall in love with smoking ... smoke is the memory of those beautiful details. As a melancholy woman, Belmore always smokes by sitting in a dark and hesitant scene, which makes her feel an unspeakable sadness. I guess at this moment, the pain in her heart is blooming like a blue rose. Smoke is short-lived, all ecstasy is short-lived, and beauty is more beautiful because of short-lived. If you get hurt a little, you will cry. He is a simple teenager, but a woman who smokes will not cry easily. If she chooses cigarettes, she chooses a kind of beauty. Smoking is also a kind of harm, but at the same time, smoking makes people forget the harm. If the woman who doesn't smoke is faint carmine, then the woman who smokes is Datura. Cooking smoke is drifting away, but lingering is amorous feelings and fantasy. A cigarette. What does this mean to her? Is it nostalgia, longing, or helplessness? Smoking is not a physical need, but a psychological need. It's long and thin, and the smoke burns between the clear and moving fingers. It's a little deep, a little lazy, a little charming, a little gentle and a little infatuated. Sometimes a cigarette is more like a farewell to the past ... the first cigarette: use it to recall the original light ... the second cigarette finds a reason to be alone ... the third cigarette, the heart, has become numb ... the smile in front of people. After turning around, he became stiff and fell down. Everything is in my eyes except that cigarette. Perhaps, for her, smoking is as simple as just covering up loneliness in front of people; Or, remember the pain and never repeat it. Or it could be nothing. Cold hands, without the slightest temperature, lit a cigarette, tears fell from my heart. Sister Abe! ! !