I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

One of them was very familiar to Serabelle, and the number 0.01 printed on it was recognizable at a glance.

As for the other thing, based on Serabelle's current Japanese proficiency, it should be translated as...lubricant.

Looking at the astonished look of the boy on the sofa, Yukiko's cheeks flushed slightly, not knowing whether she was excited or shy.

"Although I've never tried it before, but everything has to start from the first time."

Chapter 179 Can Your Sister Mary Do It?

After all, this kind of gameplay was new to both parties, so the result was naturally... Oh no, the result was quite enjoyable, but the process was a little bumpy.

It was two hours later before the noise in Kudo's living room returned to calm.

Serabelle came at 8:30 in the morning, and when the curtains in the living room were opened again, the sun, which had been tilting towards the east in the morning, had already reached the zenith, scorching the earth scorchingly.

If it were somewhere more rural, the scene outside the window would be smoke rising from every household.

In fact, according to Serabelle's personality, he rarely gets up so early on days when he has no work or commissions.

But there is Yukiko, the remote "alarm clock".

It was roughly like this - a call at seven o'clock asking if Serabel had gotten up, a call at half past seven asking if Serabel had finished washing up and what she wanted to eat for breakfast, and another call at eight o'clock asking how long it would take to arrive.

The main theme is youth and vitality.

Of course, now this young and energetic remote alarm clock has also stopped. I don’t even have the energy to speak. I can only lie on the sofa with my legs crossed, exhaling shallowly, biting my thumb nail with a dazed look in my eyes, as if I am still savoring something.

Serabelle took out a few napkins from the tissue box on the coffee table, wiped the liquid splashed around the sofa and on the floor, crumpled them up and threw them into the trash can, cleaning every detail of the battlefield.

After finishing everything, she returned to the sofa and sat down. Yukiko, who had blurry eyes as if in a trance the previous second, hummed lazily and stretched out her arms... but did not hug him.

Without any verbal communication, Serabelle understood and cooperated by leaning sideways to grab her waist and pick her up, letting the slender legs under the translucent short nightgown of the older girl lie horizontally on her legs.

At the same time, Yukiko's arms were once again around Serabel's neck.

She used her arms to close the distance and her breath was as sweet as orchid.

"How is it, are you satisfied?"

"Ok?"

"I mean - your sister Mary has never done this to you, right?"

Emmmm…

Serabelle had to admit that what Yukiko said was indeed true.

Although in theory people in Europe generally play more wildly than in the East, especially in the gay country of England, Akai Mary is still quite conservative and self-disciplined.

At least so far, Serabelle has not tried any weird ways of playing with Akai Mary. Every time they have sex, it's almost the same as a normal couple. No matter how much fun they have, it's just a little too much.

The most unusual incident was probably when they were returning from a mission on a weekend night. Considering that it was inconvenient for Masumi Sera to be at home, the two of them simply stopped the car in a small woods halfway, turned off the lights, and started straight in the car.

That was the most exciting experience that Serabel had ever had, and the next day after that he was forced to thoroughly clean the car so as not to be discovered when he sent Sera Masumi back to school on Sunday.

But in short, those were all decent places.

"Huhuhu~ Whatever I say, it's never happened before, right?"

Noticing a hint of hesitation in Serabelle's expression, Yukiko smiled even more happily.

She lowered her voice and blew into the former's ear.

"You said... your sister Mary wouldn't rush over to fight me over something like this, right?"

"That probably won't happen."

Serabel answered immediately.

This is a question that can be answered without thinking. After all, once Yukiko and Akai Mary meet, no matter what the process is, there will only be one result in the end.

That means he will be caught by the police first.

"Forget it, I won't bother you anymore. Come on, put me down first. It's tiring to sit like this all the time. I don't have much strength anyway..."

As Yukiko spoke, she grunted as she moved her legs off the sofa, sat down properly, and leaned sideways on Serabel's shoulder.

And Serabelle reached out her hand at the right time.

"Where's my phone?"

"My cell phone..."

Upon hearing this, Yukiko looked around and finally found the phone in the corner of the sofa, which was about to fall out of the gap.

She reached out, picked it up with two fingers, and then hung it in front of Serabelle like a claw machine.

"Give."

"Thank you."

Serabelle took the phone, unlocked the screen, and opened the email app again, and reopened the email sent by Secretary Sawaguchi in the inbox.

Yukiko leaned her face on his shoulder, tilted her head to look at the content on the screen, and her cheeks moved slightly.

"What? Why are you looking at those documents again?"

Serabelle hummed and explained, "These are the files that the programmer named Hara Jiaming uploaded to the server of the Tokiwa Foundation. Although it is only a suspicion and a possibility, the various intelligence at hand shows that he has a close relationship with the Black Organization. So I want to see what he uploaded to the server of the Tokiwa Foundation that made the drug dealers at the winery go to such lengths to blow up the server of the Twin Towers skyscraper."

"Oh? Why didn't you say so earlier? Let's see."

When Yukiko heard that it was related to the Black Organization, she immediately became interested.

Serabelle followed suit and clicked on the attachments in the email one by one.

As expected, most of the folders contained things he couldn't understand, but fortunately, at the bottom of each large folder there was a very small text file named "Notes".

Serabelle thought about it and clicked on one of the notes.

Since it is only a few bytes in size, the text file opens in a split second.

There was only one line of small print inside - prediction of appearance in twenty years.

Huh?

Looking at this line of small words, Serabelle was immediately reminded of the instrument he used to take photos when he first went to the Twin Towers skyscraper.

But that thing is used to predict what your appearance will be like ten years from now, while this one is for twenty years from now.

So Serabelle changed several folders and checked the notes in each folder, and found that the contents were almost the same. It was just changed from 20 years later to 30 years later, then 40 years later and 50 years later, and then changed to the past, from 10 years ago to 20 years ago, then 30 years, 40 years, and 50 years...

???

Hold on a minute…what the hell are these winery drug dealers doing?

Black-tech filter for headshots?

Serabelle was full of questions.

……

On the other side, at Agasa's house next door, as the door opened and closed, Mingmei, who had just gone out to throw away the kitchen waste from lunch, changed her shoes at the entrance and walked into the living room, looking at her sister who was reading a book on the sofa.

"Speaking of which, it seems like there are new residents moving into our area. I just saw a red sports car on the side of the road outside. It seems to be..."

She recalled the license plate.

In response, the brown-haired girl on the sofa just said "oh" softly.

"That's not the new resident, that's his car."

"'he'?"

Mingmei tilted her head and didn't understand.

Haibara Ai didn't explain, she just raised her head and looked at her sister.

Mingmei was slightly startled.

"Eh? No way, but I remember that Serah-kun's car was a black Audi, right?"

"As I said before, yes..."

Huibara Ai lowered her head again and said lightly when her eyes fell on the book.

"As for the red sports car you mentioned, he drove it at the event yesterday."

……Eh?

Just as Mingmei was stunned, Dr. Agasa, who was wearing a cooking apron, poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Huh? Did I just hear that Sera-kun is here?"

Chapter 180 The Strange Smell in the Living Room

The perspective changed, still in the living room of Kudo's house.

Serabel sat on the sofa with his mobile phone in hand, reading every note in each email one by one, and Yukiko leaned beside him to keep him company.

After browsing through all the file notes, the older girl suddenly gasped and hissed.

"There's something very strange, Bell, have you noticed?"

"No, which one do you mean?"

Serabelle asked, looking sideways.

Yukiko hummed and nodded, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, leaning closer to him, and raised her hand to point at the phone screen.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Bell, that in the files we just read, there are not only predictions of future appearances, but also retrospections of past appearances. And so far, only the future appearance ten years later has been completed, while the past appearances from ten to fifty years have been completed."

"Oh, this is a bit strange."

Serabelle considered it carefully and nodded in agreement.

"It's understandable to predict future appearance, but looking back at past appearance is a bit weird. Generally speaking, if a normal person takes a photo ten years later, they should still have that appearance."

He actually had the wrong idea here.

According to Serabel's logic, no matter how much a person dislikes taking photos, he will definitely take photos several times within ten years.

Maybe it's to update your ID photo, or maybe it's to take photos as souvenirs when traveling.

In this day and age, it's really hard to go ten years without traveling once.

It's not completely impossible, but there definitely won't be many people like this.

However, that was not what Yukiko wanted to express, and she shook her head quickly.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all. What I meant was that most of these software have no commercial value."

"Commercial value?"

Serabelle's train of thought was stuck again.

After all, he had never done business before and didn't really understand the business mindset.

Fortunately, Yukiko patiently persuaded him: "This question is actually very simple to figure out. First of all, the device we saw in the Twin Towers last time, although it is very advanced and has high technological content, is essentially the same as the photo stickers in the mall. And you can think about who usually plays with photo stickers?"

"Uh, students?"

Serabel's thoughts gradually opened up.

"Yes, it's the students!"

Yukiko raised her index finger.

"Especially when it comes to photos predicting what they will look like in ten years. Generally speaking, only children who are still in adolescence and have not yet fully grown up will look forward to what they will look like when they grow up. If it is a middle-aged man or woman in his 40s or 50s, will he have any expectations about what he will look like in ten years?"

"Uh……"

Serabelle looked at her and thought that you seemed to be the one who was most excited about taking pictures at the Twin Towers.

Yukiko paused for a moment, patted her chest and said confidently: "Sister, I have good looks! I am anti-aging! I am an ageless goddess!"

Step by step

Serabelle had no choice but to obey.

“That does seem a little strange.”

"Right, right?"

Yukiko leaned forward and took the water cup from the coffee table to replenish her water, took a sip to moisten her throat and continued.