I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle shook her head.

The next second after he finished speaking, a waiter who had just come out of the kitchen carrying food came straight to Daoxie Zhengyan's table and put down one of the dishes.

It goes without saying that especially at a seaside food stall like this, although it is not yet the real lunch rush hour, the food will not be served immediately after ordering, so you must have been sitting there for a while.

Yuanzi also noticed this, and when she thought about the preconceived words she had just said that wrongly accused others, she couldn't help but curl her lips in embarrassment.

"Forget it, never mind."

Suzuki Tomoko had already started ordering food. Xiaolan glanced over and saw that Dokyo Masahiko was sitting here alone. She couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Mr. Daoxie, are you traveling alone?"

"Well?"

Michikyo Masahiko, who was about to reach out for the chopsticks, seemed to have not expected that he would be talked to even though he was almost regarded as a stalker. He was stunned for a moment, blinked twice, and then nodded.

"Yeah, I'm alone. Well...Originally, I was planning to come with my girlfriend this year, but she dumped me last year, so I have to come alone this year."

"This year……"

Xiaolan felt that there was something else behind this statement.

"Does Mr. Dokkyo come to Izu often?"

"Well, I come here almost every year."

Seeing that someone was willing to pay attention to him, Daoxie Zhengyan immediately started talking nonstop.

"I've been coming to Izu almost every summer since high school, so I'm considered half a local. If you need any recommendations for tourist spots, you can ask me... Oh, by the way, are you staying in a hotel near here?"

"Our words..."

Xiaolan is naive by nature. After chatting for a few sentences, she gradually let down her guard and was about to tell others her address.

At the critical moment, Conan exclaimed.

"Sister Lan, stop chatting and see if there is anything else you want to point out."

"Eh……"

Xiaolan responded and her attention was diverted.

At the same time, Serabelle, who had been drinking without saying anything since the beginning, turned her head and glanced at Mikyou Masahiko at the table on the other side.

Maybe it was because the tough impression the former left on the beach was too deep, but when their eyes met, Jian Daoxie Masahiko's body stiffened slightly, and then immediately put on a harmless smile.

"My bad, my bad. This question is indeed too personal. Anyway, let's eat first."

After saying that, he put the cigarette in his hand on the table and started to eat.

It may have only been three or four minutes, and the dishes on Serabelle's table were quickly served.

It was a large plate of boiled fish.

As it is approaching the lunch rush hour, the customer flow in the restaurant is gradually approaching saturation. In order to prevent the customers from waiting too long, the waiters in the restaurant basically serve one table with a dish in each hand and then another one to another table.

Try to avoid the awkward situation where one table is served a lot of food while the nearby tables have nothing.

The waiter who served Serabelle and the others was a dark-skinned man wearing glasses. After serving the boiled fish, he turned around and served a plate to Dokie Masahiko. He spoke stiffly as his eyes swept over the cigarettes on the table.

"Please be sure not to drop the ashes on the floor, otherwise it will be very troublesome to clean up."

"oh oh……"

Daoxie Zhengyan's attitude was quite proper. After being reminded, he immediately put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Seeing this, the male waiter turned to Serabelle and the others, still using that hard and dull tone as hard as stone.

"There are a lot of guests at noon, please finish your meal and leave as soon as possible."

"……what?"

Yuanzi was unhappy on the spot.

This...what does it mean to finish eating as soon as possible and leave? They just sat down and just one dish was served, why do they act like we are bad guests who took up the seats for no reason?

What restaurant would do business like this?

However, the other party did not give her a chance to reply or ask questions. He turned around and left, returning to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Miss Sonoko had no place to vent her anger.

Instead, Xiaolan picked up a piece of boiled fish for her to calm her down, then picked up another piece for Conan and looked up in the direction where the waiter who had served the food had left.

"Maybe it's my illusion. I always feel like we've seen that person somewhere before."

"The waiter from before?"

Tomoko Suzuki also joined the conversation.

At this time, Serabelle, who had not spoken much since she sat down, pulled her face out of the bowl and said calmly and firmly: "Yes, I have seen it."

"Really?" Xiaolan looked at him in surprise.

She thought that Serabelle's next words would make her suddenly enlightened, but she was still disappointed.

Serabelle bit half a piece of boiled fish in her mouth and said, "He is the son of the owner of the hotel we are staying in. When I was having breakfast in the restaurant today, I saw him carrying things into the kitchen and heard the staff calling him the little boss."

"Well, now that you mention it, Sera-kun, I seem to have some impression of it..."

Yuanzi stroked his chin and nodded.

Then she changed the subject and continued to complain indignantly: "But even so, he shouldn't treat us like this. Not only do we live in the hotel owned by his family, but we also eat at the restaurant where he works part-time. In theory, we are guests on top of guests. Besides, we haven't offended him, so why is he giving us such a sour face?"

"This...I don't know."

Serabelle spread her hands, indicating that she couldn't answer this question either.

Only Xiaolan was still touching the corner of her mouth with her chopsticks, looking conflicted.

"Hmm, I still feel like I've seen that person somewhere else. Where is it..."

Conan, who was sitting next to her, twitched his lips when he heard this, so he had to reach out his little hand and pat her shoulder.

"Okay, Sister Lan, don't think too much, let's eat first."

"Yeah, that's true."

Mikio Masahiko at the next table was still concentrating on eating, as if he heard nothing.

Chapter 190 If you want to die, just say so

Lunch time passed uneventfully.

Because I have almost experienced the beach in the morning, although the time was not long. But as Japan is an island country, the Japanese people have many opportunities to go to the beach, so they are not so keen on the beach and the sea.

In addition, the weather was getting hot in the afternoon, and even if there was a sea breeze at the beach, it was not very bearable.

So, at the suggestion of Miss Yuanzi, Serabelle and the others simply gave up the outdoor activities and turned to the classic specialty purchasing session every time they travel.

The shopping trip took a whole afternoon, and Serabell and Conan accompanied the three women to almost all the major shopping malls in Izu.

Of course, it’s not just shopping malls.

After all, although most local specialties can be bought in local supermarkets, some cooked snacks that need to be made on the spot may not be available in shopping malls.

So after running around the mall, the five of them went to the local snack street in Izu.

It is worth mentioning that this so-called snack street is not the kind of internet celebrity check-in destination that has received rave reviews and is extremely popular on online apps such as "Dianping", where you can see huge crowds of people at a glance, so crowded that there is no place to stay.

Instead, it was an authentic snack shop that only some old Izu people knew about that Sonoko found out after consulting the owner of the lunch restaurant.

That's right, it's the kind of fly-in-the-wall restaurant located at the entrance of an alley in the old city, whose sanitary conditions look questionable but is actually okay and offers good food and low prices.

The final itinerary was as follows: from after lunch to 3:30 in the afternoon, Serabelle and the others shuttled around the mall, shopping frantically and having afternoon tea. From 3:30 to 5 o'clock, as the temperature outside had passed its peak, Serabelle and the others went to various cheap restaurants to taste the local delicacies.

Then, it finally came to evening.

The weather in summer is always so strange. It is still sunny at noon, but the sky suddenly becomes gloomy without you noticing.

It should have been the time when the sunset was gorgeous, but the distant sky was covered with dark clouds and not even a trace of the fiery red sunset could be seen.

On a street lined with classic old and dilapidated houses, Serabelle and others had just come out of a sushi restaurant specializing in Otaru sushi.

Sonoko walked in front with a sushi in her mouth, mumbling happily while staring at the long list of store names in the memo on the screen of her mobile phone.

"Well, let me take a look. The remaining three are all near the night market. We can have dinner then..."

"If we go to the night market, I guess we won't be able to make it in time."

Serabelle's voice came faintly from behind, causing the rest of the hairband girl's words to get stuck in her throat.

Yuanzi turned around and stared blankly.

"Eh? Why?"

"Just look at this and you'll know—"

Serabelle took out her phone and waved it in front of her.

"See? The local weather station in Izu has just issued a heavy rain warning. If we go back now, we should still have time, but if we go to the night market...by the time we finish eating, the only part of our bodies that will be dry is the neck."

Japan's night market food stalls are said to be covered, but they are actually not much different from open-air ones.

It's just like those ramen carts on the roadside, except that there's a roof extending about one meter from above, with a few curtains hanging down.

That thing is OK for providing shade and creating a psychologically private atmosphere, but it's useless for blocking heavy rain.

Oyster oyster, Dame fell to death (waving hands).

"That's right. If it's going to rain heavily, there won't be anything we can do." Suzuki Tomoko took out her phone and checked the weather forecast. "Although it's a bit of a shame, Izu is not far from Tokyo. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Besides, we didn't bring an umbrella when we went out today. It would be a waste if we get caught in the rain and catch a cold on the way back."

"It can only be the……"

Since her mother had spoken, Yuanzi had no choice but to agree.

But it’s just right. If I go back now, I can still catch the hotel’s dinner time and have something to eat.

So everyone turned back and started walking back little by little.

At this moment, Serabelle suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing by in front of her, but before she could see it clearly, it disappeared into the alley on the left.

That seems to be...

"What's wrong?"

Suzuki Tomoko noticed his strangeness and asked.

Serabelle shook her head and said nothing. She just took out a pair of special black gloves from her trouser pockets, one on each side, and put them on.

"Not sure, just keep going, I'll go take a look around."

"it is good."

Without any intention of asking what had happened, Suzuki Tomoko chose to trust without hesitation. While letting Serabelle leave the team alone, she gave a look to Xiaolan and Sonoko beside her, telling them not to say anything, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Serabel, who had dived into the alley, found his target in less than twenty seconds.

——Tao Xie Masahiko.

He was still wearing the same khaki short-sleeved shirt as when we first met in the morning. His neatly combed hair had become a little messy due to the high temperature in the afternoon, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

Especially the stealthy posture of him hunching over as he shuttled through the deserted alleys, and the small movements of his right hand occasionally reaching for the dagger-like bulge hidden under the hem of his shirt at the lower back.

No need to think, it's him.

The two sides were exactly one building apart. Without any hesitation, Serabelle relied on her outstanding physical ability to silently take two steps to run, jump, and jump onto the iron fence walkway outside the second-floor building. She ran through and jumped down with smooth movements like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Daoxie Zhengyan, who was concentrating and thought he was in perfect stealth mode, only heard two sounds from the iron frame above his head. Before he could look up to see what was going on, he felt a strong arm clamped around his neck, while another hand grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back and held it there.

Even the dagger that he pulled out subconsciously was kicked out of his hand by a powerful kick and flew to the side, landing on the ground with a clang.

The next moment, Serabelle's emotionless voice sounded from behind.

"You're the murderer in the woods near the fireworks display last night, right?"

"What... uh, this voice... why is it you? And what are you doing? Let me go quickly. Can we talk properly..."

Even though he was caught in the act, Daoxie Masahiko still tried to pretend that he knew nothing, and forced a harmless smile on his still decent face.

But this smile was soon completely distorted by the sudden severe pain.

Click.