I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"What do you think of my new hairstyle, Sera-kun?"

“…It’s very dangerous.”

Serabelle gave a very pertinent evaluation.

But Yuanzi obviously didn't understand the joke and was stunned: "What?"

Serabelle had no choice but to explain to her slowly: "Sonoko, do you watch cartoons? In cartoons, many characters with wife attributes usually have long hair tied up and then wrapped around the neck to the chest in order to show their wife power. However, since such characters are easily killed in the plot of the cartoon, this hairstyle is also called a 'high-risk hairstyle'."

"Oh……"

Sonoko nodded blankly, touched her hair, and then suddenly reacted.

"Eh? Wait wait wait wait...what does this have to do with my new hairstyle? It's not a high-risk hairstyle."

“This is also the case recently.”

"Eh? Is this true?!"

Serabelle's original intention was just to trick Sonoko into changing her hairstyle.

Although he had never seen what Haibara Ai looked like before she shrunk after taking APTX4869, when he first saw Sonoko after she changed her hairstyle in the square downstairs, the first thought that came to Serabel's mind was "Oh damn, big Ai-chan".

After all, both of them have good facial features and are Asian. In addition, when Sonoko's facial expression is not out of control, she does look like a quiet and lady from a noble family. If the winery staff see her, they might mistake her for someone else.

Then the fun will be great.

Then it becomes - Ah~ Shirley, even if you become a fool, I will still recognize you!

As if sensing the rude thoughts of someone next to her, the brown-haired girl in the elevator rolled her eyes silently.

……

Meanwhile, the sky outside the twin skyscrapers had completely darkened.

About two hundred meters away from the square, an inconspicuous second-hand van was parked quietly on the side of the road. Except for the front windshield, every window was coated with a dark film, making it difficult to see the inside of the car. The driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat were also separated from the back by a thick curtain.

There was no light in the car. The only source of light was the screen of a laptop computer, which illuminated a familiar broad face with an overbite.

The picture on the screen is divided into dozens of boxes. A small bomb icon is drawn in each box, and the current status of the bomb is displayed below the icon.

All of them are on standby with a five-minute countdown.

After confirming that all the bombs were in correct status, Vodka picked up the intercom next to the computer.

"Hello, it's me. I've confirmed that all the bombs in the top floor, banquet hall, power room, and server room are ready to be deployed. You guys should evacuate."

"Yes!"*N

Hearing the uniform responses coming from the intercom, Vodka did not hang up the call immediately.

He continued to think about it while holding the walkie-talkie, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, you are all on the server floor now, right? Stop by the monitoring room and take a picture of every scene and send it to me. Those who came to the opening ceremony today are all dignitaries, and there may be targets of the organization among them."

"Yes!"*N

Still uniform.

Maybe it was just two or three minutes later, accompanied by a slight ding-dong sound, and a notification of received email popped up in the lower right corner of the laptop screen.

At the same time, the voice of his subordinates sounded on the intercom.

"Brother Vodka, we have already sent the photos!"

"I know. I've seen it."

After replying impatiently, Vodka hung up the call completely and moved the mouse on his laptop to open the email.

The next moment, more than a dozen photos appeared on the screen.

"Tsk, these guys...can't they be a little more careful when doing their work? What's the harm in getting closer to take the photo? Who are they showing off such blurry photos to?"

Vodka took a quick glance and complained unhappily, but he still clicked on the pictures one by one and looked at them.

Watch is watch, complain is complain.

"...Hmm? Wait, what's this face?"

The complaints stopped abruptly, and his thick eyebrows under his sunglasses bounced up as if he had suddenly seen something incredible.

After a two-second pause, Vodka decisively dragged the mouse, copied the picture he had just turned to the recipient box named "GIN", and clicked send.

The email showed that it had been sent successfully, and another deeper and hoarser voice sounded in the intercom.

"What are you sending me, vodka?"

"Ah, that's a photo taken in the elevator of the Twin Towers skyscraper. Big brother, pay attention to the person on the upper left."

"photo?"

Gin's voice on the intercom showed a moment of doubt, but soon the doubt turned into a cold sneer without any emotion.

"I see. I didn't expect our traitor to come to a place like this. Well, well, let's use this twin-tower skyscraper, which is said to be the closest to heaven, as her execution ground, Shirley..."

Chapter 166 Fast forward to Sister I’m Sorry

As expected, the opening ceremony was in the form of a common upper-class ball, with a buffet at the beginning. In the banquet hall, all kinds of delicious food were available for guests to help themselves. If you met acquaintances, you could go up and chat with them. In short, you had to warm up the atmosphere first.

Serabelle was naturally honest and blunt.

Anyway, he is neither a politician nor an idol. He is just a passerby, a nobody, in this banquet attended by celebrities. So he doesn't care whether anyone notices him or not. He just walks from east to west and from south to north with his plate in hand, choosing whatever is delicious, with the main purpose of traveling.

As for Kogoro Mori and others who came with them, their situation was similar.

The only one who suffered a relatively miserable fate was Professor Agasa, who was stared at by a brown-haired girl. Even though a large bowl of fragrant fried chicken and roasted pork elbow was right in front of him, he could only eat the low-calorie Japanese food specially selected by the latter in silence.

The first half of the opening ceremony passed in a relatively relaxed and brisk manner.

When most of the guests had eaten and drunk their fill, several waiters in Tokiwa Group uniforms entered the banquet hall silently, covered the leftovers one by one, and then quietly left with their food carts.

The whole process was quite natural and hardly disturbed anyone. Everyone just felt that the space in the banquet hall had become a little more spacious.

Serabelle never had the habit of eating too much at one meal, so apart from eating a little at the beginning of the dinner, she just stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the banquet hall with a drink, gazing at the majestic Mount Fuji in the distance under the night sky like some other guests, taking a sip from time to time.

"...So you are in a place like this."

The girl's soft voice mixed with the melodious saxophone music came from behind.

Serabelle turned around and saw that it was Ai Huibara, and she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"You're still asking me... But you, are you not going to continue watching the doctor?"

"No need. Anyway, the dining cars have been removed. Even if the doctor wants to secretly eat high-calorie food behind my back, he won't have the chance."

As Haibara Ai spoke, she glanced towards the distance.

Serabelle looked in the direction she was looking at, and saw Dr. Agasa, a man with a bald forehead and gray hair, holding his round stomach with both hands, as if he was not full yet, and watching the food cart go away with a melancholy look on his face.

That's horrible……

Serabelle brought the subject back: "Okay, so what do you want from me?"

"It's nothing, but didn't my sister entrust me to your care?" The brown-haired girl said with a hint of sarcasm.

"...?"

Serabelle thought to herself, it seems as if you really need my care. Isn't it almost clear what the arrangements are for Dr. Agasa?

"Nothing, I was just kidding."

Seeing that his ridicule did not have the desired effect, Haihara Ai decisively gave up on this style that was not very suitable for him.

She pointed in the direction of the temporary stage right in front of the banquet hall. There was a booth on the side under the stage with a red convertible sports car parked on the platform. The three little ones, Yuan Taibu Mei and Mitsuhiko, were surrounding the sports car, pointing and guessing how such a big sports car was transported up.

"It's almost time to go over there. It looks like they're planning to hold some kind of event."

"Activities...ah."

In fact, Serabelle didn't care much about the so-called activities, but since people came over to call her, she might as well go over and take a look.

On the stage, the dazzling spotlights suddenly turned and gathered towards the stage, forming an ultra-bright circle of light on the ground.

Mio Tokiwa, wearing an evening dress and a pearl necklace around her neck, walked onto the stage holding a microphone. The halo under her feet moved little by little to the center of the stage with her steps.

"Dear guests, thank you very much for taking the time out of your schedule today to attend the opening ceremony of our Tokiwa Group's twin skyscrapers."

As Tokiwa Mio's voice spread to every corner through the microphone and the speakers in the banquet hall, the guests in the audience also raised their heads and cast their gazes over her.

Then I heard Tokiwa Mio continue.

"I'm going to take this opportunity to play a game for entertainment. This game is named after my father, Tokiwa Kanenari. It's also a time guessing game to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the Tokiwa Group."

"As you can see, the final prize of the game is already here."

She waved and pointed to the red convertible sports car parked on the circular booth at the side of the stage.

"As for the rules of the game, after the game is announced, please start counting to 30 seconds in your mind. When you think the time is up, you can raise the small flag in your hand. The person who counts the time exactly or with the smallest error will win the prize of this game, which is this sports car worth tens of millions of yen!"

oh--

When they heard that the game rewards were so generous, there was an immediate low exclamation from the audience.

After all, it is not as good as the Suzuki Group. Although almost all the people invited tonight are celebrities, celebrities are also divided into different levels. At least for the people present, there are really not many who can easily ignore a sports car worth tens of millions of yen.

Besides, if you think about it carefully, you might even win a sports car by just attending the dinner and having fun. Wouldn't that be great?

Everyone has to have some dreams, otherwise what’s the difference between them and salted fish, right?

What if?

But then Mio Tokiwa added, "But in order to avoid the situation where two contestants raise their hands at the same time in the 30th second, we also set up a second prize."

She said, pointing to the other side of the stage.

No one noticed that there was another platform in that place, but it was much smaller than the platform for parking the sports car in terms of both area and height. On it was parked a mountain bike, which was completely incomparable to the sports car in price and performance, but was still well-made.

There is even a cycling helmet hung on the handlebar.

"As for the second prize, it will be determined by a rock-paper-scissors game between the two contestants. The winner will get the sports car, but the loser will have to make do with this mountain bike."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

As soon as the words were spoken, laughter broke out from the audience.

Even Tokiwa Mio herself smiled and clapped her hands.

"Okay, then our staff will collect your mobile phones, watches and other timing tools for safekeeping, and will return them to you immediately after the game is over..."

As she was speaking, a dozen staff members from the Tokiwa Group came in, each holding a basket and collecting the items one by one. Anyone who handed in a cell phone or watch would be given a small flag as their qualification certificate.

"…Aren't you going to try to participate?"

Haibara Ai glanced at the guy next to her who always had a face full of lack of motivation and determination, and spoke softly, with a tone that emphasized intentionality.

"Speaking of which, my sister should be looking forward to you taking her out for a ride in this car..."

Chapter 167: Losing My Wife and My Sports Car

Serabelle also handed in her cell phone.

The reason why I chose to participate was not because of the instigation of the brown-haired girl.

Serabelle is a typical person who is emotional to himself and rational to others. To put it simply, if he decides to do something, it must be based on his own thinking and judgment, rather than being instigated or influenced by others.

Just like now, since she has decided to participate in the competition, it must be because Serabelle feels that she really needs this car.

One reason is that there may be a car chase scene like in the movie in the future confrontation with the winery, and Mary's Audi may not be able to perform well at that time, so she must get a sports car with faster acceleration and higher top speed.

Secondly, although there is no problem for Serabel to buy a sports car with her current small treasury, there will be a lot of procedures and troubles if she buys a car by herself.

After all, no one wants to experience the feeling of having an insurance company call to sell them business right after they have just finished looking at the car and haven't even decided to buy it.

That's bullshit.

The third and most simple and crude reason is that this car was won for free by participating in an event, so to some extent it can be considered as free stuff. Even if it is damaged later out of helplessness, I won't feel bad at all.

And most importantly, as a former MI6 executive department investigator, it is not difficult for Serabel to accurately count time, but it can be said that it is easy for him.

Not to mention thirty seconds, he could even count a minute accurately.

In the banquet hall, mobile phones were put into the waiter's basket one by one. Most people chose to participate with the mentality of having fun and maybe winning.