I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

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After receiving the alarm call, the local police station in Izu immediately sent people over.

Ten minutes later, beside a tree-lined path where red and blue lights flashed alternately, a male police inspector with a square face and coral-haired hair stepped out of a police car.

Since the two parties had never met before, they naturally handled the matter in a businesslike manner.

The coral-headed police inspector took out a small notebook from the chest pocket of his police uniform, opened it and coughed lightly.

"Anyway, let me introduce myself first. I'm Inspector Yokomizo Sango of the Izu Metropolitan Police Department, and you guys are the number one corpse... hm?"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly paused, as if he had seen an old acquaintance, and his eyes widened suddenly when Yokomizo's line of sight passed through Serabelle and Suzuki Tomoko and turned to Xiaolan and Conan.

"Huh? I was wondering who it was. Isn't it Miss Ran? And Conan is here too. So Mr. Maori..."

"My dad didn't come. He just came out to play with his friends this time."

Xiaolan was caught off guard when she met a familiar person in a strange situation, and she was a little flustered when explaining.

Serabelle touched the outside of Conan's arm with her knee and asked quietly, "Do you know each other?"

"So... right?"

Conan's expression was also a little confused.

"I met Mr. Maori several times when I went to Shizuoka and Saitama due to cases, and we got to know each other afterwards. He also has a younger brother named Yokomizo Shigego. I didn't expect to run into him here."

"Is it reliable?"

"To be honest... it's not very reliable."

"That's okay."

While Serabelle and Conan were chatting in a low voice, a police inspector named Yokomizo Sango also started chatting with Xiaolan and Sonoko.

He looked at the female corpse on the ground not far away, sighed and covered his forehead.

“I didn’t expect it to happen this year.”

"'also'?"

Sensitively catching the key words in the conversation, Serabelle cast a questioning look.

Perhaps because of the presence of Xiaolan, Yokomizo Sango simply conceded that Serabelle was also related to Mouri Kogoro, and nodded seriously, changing his tone to a heavy and terrifying one.

"In fact, in the Izu area, there is a perverted killer who specializes in hunting brown-haired women in the summer..."

Chapter 186 If the daughter can't do it, the mother will take over

There are no clues, an open crime scene, and a criminal who escaped...

When these three points are added together, let alone Serabell, even if he went to the nearest bookstore right now to buy a set of "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes", drew a Heroic Spirit Summoning Circle, and pulled Sherlock from the Throne of Heroes to summon him into the world, he would not be able to solve the case.

Reasoning is like doing math problems. If you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out. This is true even if you can put yourself in a state of extreme anger anytime and anywhere and everyone's physical constitution is different.

There was nothing we could do, and we had to leave the rest of the matter to the local police to handle.

Of course, Serabelle didn't have high hopes for this, especially considering the Japanese police's ability and efficiency in handling cases. It was normal to find nothing after searching all night.

Half an hour later, after briefly taking a statement and saying goodbye to Inspector Yokomizo, Serabel and the others had returned to the hotel where they were staying.

In the guest room, Serabelle sat cross-legged on the tatami, holding a tablet phone in her hand and placing it on the side. Next to the phone were the mat for sleeping tonight and a change of clothes for taking a bath later.

The sound of dripping water echoed into the guest room from the direction of the bathroom. The mist of water vapor was rendered on the frosted glass. The warm light reflected from the door outlined the blurry silhouette of a mature woman with curves and curves.

"I heard some water noise over there?"

Conan's voice came from the phone, and his eyes fell on the phone screen. The big face of the bespectacled Death God elementary school student was in the middle of the screen.

It turned out that the two were having a video call.

Serabelle was operating the tablet computer intently. She didn't even bother to turn her head when she heard the words. She just turned up the volume of her phone to the maximum and replied.

"... Isn't there the same sound of water over there?"

"Oh, that's Sonoko and Xiaolan taking a bath."

Conan narrowed his eyes and spoke in a tone that was so calm that it was almost sarcastic.

"Well, although this is your business, I still want to remind you--" Serabelle paused in operating the tablet, "If you can't guarantee that you can hide your current identity for the rest of your life after your body changes back, it's best to avoid some things as much as possible, otherwise you might be punished and killed by Xiaolan in the future."

"Hehe...hehe..."

Conan smiled, but his body shuddered subconsciously.

Serabelle glanced at the phone screen: "I saw that you seemed to tremble a little."

"No, nothing."

Conan coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Compared to this, have you found out anything about the murder of the young woman with brown hair?"

"I'm checking... Oh, I got it."

Serabel stopped sliding his fingertips across the tablet, and flipped the screen over to face the displayed page toward the phone's front camera.

"Why don't you just send me the link? This is so tiring..."

Conan complained quietly, but still read the contents on the tablet carefully.

"Well, the news was about the same time a year ago. It was also... a woman with brown hair was found dead in the woods of Izu. The fatal wounds were knife wounds in the chest and abdomen..."

Because the news was to be broadcast on the web and television, there was no picture of the deceased on the news page.

However, judging from the written description of the cause of death, Conan could almost conclude that the perpetrator of last year's case was the same person they ran into today.

"I've read it, so what do you think about it?"

The voice of a certain elementary school student who looks like a god of death came from the phone that was completely covered by the tablet.

Serabelle moved the tablet away, still with that unwavering and determined look on her face.

"Why are you asking me? Generally speaking, shouldn't you talk about your opinion after watching it?"

"Hey, tell me about yours first. I haven't figured it out yet..."

It should be said that he is worthy of being a reasoning fanatic. Although he usually looks cocky and speaks like a straight man to women, when it comes to the case, his emotional quotient immediately soars 200 points. He acts coquettishly, cutely, and naughtily, and his acting skills and eloquence are all blessed by EX.

But Serabelle refused to fall for his tricks. "Don't ask me. I don't know even if you ask me. We don't have any clues right now. Let alone analyzing the criminal, we can't even determine whether the two cases today and last year were committed by the same person."

"What if we assume that these two cases were committed by the same person?" Conan asked.

"Then this criminal must be a perverted murderer who has a special liking for young women with brown hair and likes to go to extremes."

Serabelle threw out this answer without much thought.

Conan's eyes narrowed as he heard this: "In that case, I have a plan..."

"No, hold it back."

Before the former could finish his words, Serabel decisively refused.

The Death God elementary school student on the other end of the phone froze.

"You know what I'm going to say?"

"I know." Serabelle rolled her eyes in disrespect. "You just want to say that Sonoko also has brown hair, so you want Sonoko to be the bait to lure out that perverted murderer."

"It's not as bad as you say..."

Conan was instantly embarrassed. He carefully raised his head to look in the direction of the bathroom, and only continued to explain after confirming that the two girls were still taking a shower.

"Besides, there's no bait. After all, we still know nothing about the criminal. If he is really a perverted murderer who has a special liking for young women with brown hair and likes to go to extremes as you said, then it's just a matter of probability that he will take the initiative to find Sonoko, right?"

"Yes, just as you said." Serabelle nodded. "So from now on, I will be on guard against anyone who comes too close except the five of us, regardless of size, identity, or gender. I will even take extreme measures if necessary."

"Don't go to extremes..."

Conan paused for a moment, thought about it, and then took the words back helplessly.

"Forget it, let's just do as you say."

After saying that, he looked up in the direction of the shower room, then lowered his head to add another sentence.

"Okay, I'll hang up first. Xiaolan Yuanzi and the others seem to have finished washing."

"Ah."

Serabelle responded with a nasal sound and pressed the hang-up button.

The next second after the call was disconnected, there was a slight noise coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Looking up, I saw the bathroom door being opened from the inside, with white steam pouring out after finally finding an outlet after being infinitely saturated. A white and plump leg stretched out, stepping barefoot on the tatami.

What appeared in Serabelle's sight next was a delicate and graceful body wrapped only in a bath towel, with curves from below the collarbone to below the buttocks.

He never expected that Suzuki Tomoko would come out wrapped in just a bath towel.

The texture of the towel clearly depicts the ups and downs of the curves, making the already slender waist look even more slender.

After washing off her makeup, Suzuki Tomoko shed her usual noble airs as a consortium lady and looked quite fresh and elegant, as if she had returned to the age when she was still a lady from a wealthy family, yet she also had the mature charm that had come from years of refinement.

She walked out of the bathroom and came in front of Serabelle, not minding at all that large areas of her skin were exposed to the air, and smiled at the boy who rarely showed a hint of surprise.

"What's wrong, aren't you going to wash?"

Chapter 187 The two people wavered

The sound of water continued in the bathroom.

The only difference is that it was Mrs. Suzuki who was taking a shower just now, and now the person standing under the shower is Serabell.

I have to say that although it is a small hotel and can only be considered a B&B without even a star rating, the basic facilities are quite complete.

Especially the hot water system. Although everyone is basically taking a shower at this time which is the peak water usage period, the hot water coming out of the pipes shows no signs of interruption or instability. Both the temperature and water pressure are quite stable.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Serabelle.

Because he used pure cold water.

"call……"

Feeling the cool tap water flowing over her skin, Serabelle breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt like a red-hot iron sword just now, which was now gradually cooling down under the flushing of cold water.

Serabelle thought that she was a person with relatively strong self-control.

However, unlike the classic Japanese light-hearted male protagonist, at least if the timing and feeling are right, he will do it.

However, under normal circumstances, Serabelle would always remain quite calm. For example, even if Xiaolan and Sonoko took off all their clothes in front of him, he would not have any idea at all.

However, just now, he almost had the urge to fire.

To be precise, this feeling of "almost going off" has only occurred twice so far.

One was the first time I did it with Akai Mari N years ago, and the other was the first time with Yukiko when we went to New York before.

As for what happened just now...it was the third time.

To be fair, Suzuki Tomoko's appearance is enough to rank among the top three among all the women that Serabelle has seen. Her excellent foundation and years of careful maintenance have allowed her to maintain an excellent figure even in her forties.

Especially the extremely flat belly that was wrapped tightly in the bath towel and still had no visible bulge. It didn't look like what a woman should look like after giving birth to two daughters.

but! Yes!

Even so, Serabelle didn't think this was the reason why she almost got fired.

Tsk, I feel like my resistance to married women has dropped a lot recently...

After silently complaining to herself, Serabelle half opened one eye, accurately found the bottle of shampoo provided by the hotel on the shelf next to the shower, squeezed a little out, and rubbed it vigorously on her forehead.

Flip the shower switch to adjust the water temperature from cold to moderate. As the bath water from the shower head gradually turns warm, the white foam rubbed out begins to flow all over the body with the bath water.

Feeling the oil accumulated on her skin after sweating during the day being washed away bit by bit, Serabelle's mood gradually returned to normal.

At this moment, the sound of the bathroom door opening behind her instantly caught Serabelle's attention.

Mrs. Suzuki's voice also came in from the crack in the door.

"Sera-kun?"