I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

It was ten minutes later when I came out of the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room.

The whole process was quite quick, and it was over after everyone gave a quick statement.

However, since Kogoro Mori asked to go to the toilet, under the influence of the person-to-person transmission phenomenon, the male party, led by Kogoro Mori, went straight to the toilet, while the female party, led by Yukiko, two high school girls and two elementary school girls, went to the toilet together.

The only two who didn't go were Serabelle and Conan.

In the elevator lobby on the floor where the First Investigation Division was located, Conan calmly poked the outside of the thigh of the man next to him with his elbow.

"By the way, how come I didn't know when you learned yoga?"

"Pull it down."

Turning her eyes 90 degrees and looking down at the Death God elementary school student who was looking up at her with his hands in his pockets, Serabel's expression was unusually serious.

"Let me ask you, would you rather believe that I can do yoga or that the murderer is Rayquaza?"

"…You just can't get around this joke, right?"

Conan had a lot of complaints stuck in his throat. He really wanted to raise his middle finger, but his character didn't allow it.

But if you think about it carefully, it does not seem completely impossible. After all, with his mother's eccentric personality, she would have been bored to death staying at home all day. It seems to be in line with her logic to just pick up someone she knows and start chatting and gossiping.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about something else. What do you think about Councillor Oki's death?"

"It's like meow."

"what?"

"Nothing, I was just talking nonsense..."

Watching the red numbers above the elevator door getting closer and closer to their current floor, Serabelle turned her head to look in the direction of the bathroom and continued.

"If you're asking seriously, then I can only answer you that I don't know."

"Is there an unofficial version?" Conan asked with a question mark above his head.

"Of course."

Serabelle gave a firm thumbs-up.

"For example, the murderer is undoubtedly Uncle Maori, because Uncle Maori likes to drink, and it is normal for him to carry a small wine glass with him. In addition, when Uncle Maori was in the banquet hall yesterday, that Councillor Oki poked him in the chest and provoked him face to face, and also called him Sleepyhead Goro. So he was furious and drove to the neighboring Nishitama City in the dead of night. He visited Councillor Oki as a celebrity, and then took the opportunity to cut the man down with a knife!"

At last he spread his hands.

"Does this logic sound familiar?"

Conan closed his eyes speechlessly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly: "Hey, hey, I warn you not to let the uncle hear this..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

Conan put away his silly thoughts and returned to his serious expression.

"Honestly, do you have any idea about this case?"

"To be honest, I really don't have any."

Serabelle spread her hands.

"I told you, the only one who could come to such a hasty conclusion is your uncle Maori's reasoning method. Right now, there are only so many clues. There are only two photos of the crime scene. We don't even know the origin of the wine glass. If we really want to talk about ideas, the only one we have is..."

He hesitated here.

"By the way, do you remember the photo of the crime scene that Inspector Megure took out at that time? The shape of the bloodstain on the cupboard behind Councillor Oki's body was a bit strange."

"Hiss, it seems to be true now that you put it that way."

After being reminded, Conan seemed to have thought of something.

The cabinet door behind Councilman Ohki in the photo was a bit like a shutter, and the blood splattered on it left a relatively obvious rectangular blank area in the upper left corner of the cabinet in the photo.

It felt as if something had once been hanging on it, blocking the splattering blood, but was later taken away.

"What could it be……"

Conan stroked his chin and thought.

After all, no matter how you look at it, that cabinet doesn't look like it can be used to bear weight. It certainly can't be used to hang something heavy. At best, it can only hang towels or something like that. But as for towels, there are special places in the room to hang towels, so there's no need for that...

"Oh, I see!"

Serabelle suddenly hit her palm and acted as if something had suddenly dawned on her.

"Xiao Ke, what kind of person do you think Councillor Oki is?"

"... Let's not talk about whether Councillor Oki is a middle-aged man who likes to drink and is lewd and lustful. Could you please explain what that strange name means?"

"Have you heard of the story of Jin Ke assassinating the King of Qin?"

"I have heard of it, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just thought that this would make the case clear."

Serabelle spread her hands.

"Look, since the murderer has moved the thing that should have been hung on the cupboard door, it means that the thing is likely to expose the murderer's identity. According to the logic of playing to someone's liking, the murderer must have brought good wine and a poster of SeSe to visit Councillor Ohki, pretending to drink wine and appreciate SeSe with Councillor Ohki, but hid the murder weapon in the poster, and when Councillor Ohki was enjoying the poster, he suddenly picked up the next poster and pulled out the murder weapon from it... Swish!"

"You don't mean to say..."

Conan's mouth twitched slightly. He could probably guess what this guy was going to say next.

Serabelle gave a firm thumbs up.

"That's right, so the murderer is indeed Uncle Maori! Mao's deduction method is a great achievement!"

"That's enough..."

Time passed minute by minute in the nonsense mentioned above, and the people who went to the bathroom finally returned before the elevator reached the floor.

At a glance, the three little ones of the Junior Detective Team were walking in front of the two adults, Kogoro Mouri and Professor Agasa. They were arm in arm and whispering to each other as they walked. Especially when they saw Conan and Serabell at the elevator door not far away, they nodded to each other at the same time and stopped talking.

"It feels like they are planning something strange." Sairabel said.

Conan smiled again with his crescent eyes: "Don't think about it, they just want to get rid of me and let them investigate the case alone."

"Alright, alright! We're finally done and can go home! Bell-kun, drive, let's go!"

A cheerful voice was heard, and Yukiko, who had just walked out of the bathroom not far away, was seen jogging happily around Dr. Agasa and Maori Kogoro, and came to the elevator door first. She put her hands on Serabel's shoulders from behind and pushed her into the elevator.

Eh?

A bystander can see things more clearly. Conan was slightly stunned by her action, and seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Illusion?

But Yukiko didn't care about that. She smiled and poked Serabel's cheek with her index finger, showing her affection without any concealment.

So the news came the next day.

Yuan Jiaming is also here.

Chapter 163 Now it’s Ai-chan’s special show!

Logically speaking, two people were attacked internally before the opening ceremony of the group's new headquarters. Even the most thick-skinned person should have reacted and realized that someone was targeting him.

But perhaps it was out of the backbone of the head of the consortium, or perhaps he was afraid that once the news of the postponement of the opening ceremony spread, he would be labeled as "succumbing to terrorist forces" in public opinion, causing the stock price to plummet.

In short, the invitation that Mio Tokiwa had promised was finally sent to Serabel and others as promised.

Although his intuition told Serabel that there would definitely be an accident at the opening ceremony, since Tokiwa Mio herself didn't care, he didn't care even more.

How does that sentence go?

Oh yes, let go of the complex of helping others and respect the fate of others.

The opening dinner was at 6pm. Considering that it would take more than half an hour to get to Nishitama City, Serabel arrived an hour and a half earlier and arrived at Beika-cho 2-chome at 4:30pm.

At the entrance of Agasa's villa, Mingmei, still wearing her home apron, walked her sister to the gate with a smile on her face, and waved to Serabel who was in the car with the window half rolled down.

"Then I'll leave Shiho to you today, Sera-kun~"

"elder sister……"

Although it was good to fully appreciate the love and care of her sister that she had lost due to some external factors during her growth, the tone of voice that was purely for coaxing a child still made the mature brown-haired girl frown in embarrassment.

"Understood."

Serabelle also responded with a gesture of receipt.

Then he looked through the car window at the courtyard in front of Agasa's house, and seeing that the yellow Beetle that usually parked by the door was not there, he asked casually.

"By the way, where is Dr. Agasa? Has he already left?"

"Yeah, that's right." Mingmei smiled, "Because the three kids also want to go, the doctor left ten minutes ago to pick them up."

"Not having grandchildren is better than having them." Serabell complained.

At this time, Haibara Ai had already consciously opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Serabelle looked at the Kudo residence next door which was still quiet, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

He sent messages to Akemi and Yukiko almost at the same time before he came, and both sides replied. He even sent messages again after he arrived. Why is there no response until now?

After a little thought, Serabelle picked up the phone on the dashboard and made a call.

beep--

The call was connected in less than two seconds.

"Hey……"

Before Serabelle could finish her words, a voice came from the other end of the line, as if a certain older girl had drunk a whole box of Red Bull and then violently beaten up for three days and three nights and was completely exhausted.

"Uh~ Bell, I guess my sister can't go today, so you guys should go by yourselves..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Serabelle was a little surprised by her condition.

"It's not a big problem..."

Yukiko's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely weak, showing her hopelessness and exhaustion.

"It just so happened that my relatives came over these two days, but I forgot about it, and I bought a box of ice cream yesterday because I was greedy, and then... well, you know what I mean."

?

How can I put it? It's quite magical. I'm already a mother and my son is in high school, but I still suffer from dysmenorrhea just because I forget that I have my period and eat cold drinks.

Serabelle inserted the five fingers of her left hand into her bangs from bottom to top, held her forehead in silence for three seconds, and uttered a universal golden sentence.

"Drink more hot water."

"Drink your sister..."

Yukiko on the other end of the phone mumbled something weakly. She was probably too exhausted to continue talking so she just threw it out.

"Remember to come and keep me company tomorrow."

Then he hung up the phone.

Looking at the phone in her hand showing the call ended, Serabelle shrugged and turned to the brown-haired girl in the back seat who was also giving her a questioning look.

"Sister Yukiko can't come today because of her menstrual cramps. There are only two of us in this car. Do you want to sit in the front?"

"..."

The eyes of both parties met in the air. Haibara Ai stared at this guy for a while before nodding.

"Ok."

The perspective changes, and twenty minutes later a black Audi drives out of downtown Tokyo, turns onto the viaduct, and speeds on the road to Nishitama City.

Serabelle leisurely held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the upper right rearview mirror.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Ke sent me a message a few days ago, telling me that Yuan Jiaming was also killed."

After the words were spoken, there was no response for five seconds.

Serabelle glanced at the brown-haired girl in the passenger seat who had been silent since getting in the car, only to find that she was also turning her head to look at her.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"No... I thought you weren't interested in that at all."