I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

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With a crisp sound, Daoxie Zhengyan's eyes suddenly widened, his two eyebrows raised and twisted together ferociously, his body trembled violently, and his mouth tried desperately to open and shout.

“Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh—!”

His mouth was tightly covered by a large hand wearing a tactical glove. All the pain seemed to be valved on and he couldn't even shout out freely.

Serabelle let go of the former's completely twisted and deformed thumb and placed it on the still intact index finger, sighing softly.

"I'm not a policeman, and I don't have that much patience, so I suggest you answer honestly, because it's going to rain soon."

"Or you can choose to refuse to answer, then I will kill you right here."

"So, if you want to die, just say so. Do you understand?"

Chapter 191: Killing? Do you think I care?

As the saying goes, the fingers are connected to the heart. Fingers are the most used part of the body in daily life, and they are also quite vulnerable.

Once three or more fingers, including the thumb, are severed, the hand can be considered useless.

So after having his two index fingers broken in succession and being pressed against the wall by Serabelle with one foot on his neck, Dokyo Masahiko was finally willing to cooperate.

"I, I'll tell you! Whatever you want to ask... I'll tell you everything..."

His upper and lower teeth kept chattering in his mouth, and he could hardly speak coherently due to the severe pain.

Serabelle didn't bother to play guessing games and just asked directly.

"First question, were you the murderer I saw near the fireworks display last night?"

"W-what? Murderer? What are you talking about? Yesterday..."

Daoxie Zhengyan started to speak again stumblingly, but from the tone he spoke, it seemed that he was still trying to exonerate himself.

Serabelle didn't want to listen any more, so she applied a little force with her fingertips, and there was another crisp clicking sound, while she covered her mouth tightly again.

As expected, the next second Daoxie Zhengyan's body began to tremble and twitch violently again, and an inhuman roar burst out from between his lips and teeth that were forcibly sealed.

“Wuwuwuwuwuwu! You are…lynching! I’m going to call the police! I’m going to make sure you…are punished by the law!!!”

Click, click.

Pleasant crisp sounds came one after another. Without saying a word, Serabelle mercilessly broke the only two remaining fingers on Dokyou Masahiko's right hand.

It was very funny. He was clearly wandering around the nearby alleys with a knife in his pocket, looking sneaky, but he was caught in the act and was still trying to play dumb.

Do I look like someone who is easy to deceive?

Glancing at Dokyo Masahiko, whose whole body was convulsing, his eyes were rolling and he was almost foaming at the mouth, Serabelle said the cruelest words without any psychological burden while changing her mouth shape.

"Next, switch to your left hand."

"Don't... please, don't..."

Dokkyo Masahiko really gave in this time, and his words revealed his embarrassment like a stray dog.

"I really mean it, it was me, it was me who did it..."

"reason?"

"Because the ex-girlfriend who dumped me had brown hair..."

"Is it the same reason that you're targeting Sonoko?"

"Yes……"

At this point, Serabelle was a little surprised.

He originally thought that this guy was some kind of perverted murderer who specifically targeted young women, but he didn't expect the reason to be so simple.

What to say.

Well... although this guy's target selection logic gives people a "woc psycho" feeling, his reason for killing is stupid enough. When the two are combined, it gives people a feeling that it seems reasonable.

In a nutshell, it's not surprising what a psychopath does.

Serabelle suddenly remembered the news she read last night.

"The murder case that happened around this time last year..."

"It's me too, it's me too. The deceased is my ex-girlfriend."

There was no need to ask any questions, Daoxie Zhengyan took the initiative to tell him everything.

Now he no longer cares about his crime being discovered, the only thing he wants is for the police to arrest him as soon as possible.

At least there's no one in the police station who would just twist off a criminal's fingers.

"So you admit all your guilt?"

"Y-yes, I admit it!"

"Um……"

Serabelle groaned.

He was actually just thinking about whether there were any other questions worth asking, so as to avoid the trouble of finding out that there were things he hadn't asked later.

However, it was these brief few seconds that Daoxie Masahiko understood as hesitation.

He actually tried to negotiate terms with Serabelle.

"Well...if you let me go, I promise I won't cause you any trouble again...and I won't report you to the police!"

what?

Serabelle was stunned for a moment by this guy's remarks.

What the hell is this? Promise not to cause them any trouble? Why don't you report yourself to the police?

Do dead people speak so confidently these days?

"Oh, you misunderstood. I just thought about whether there was anything else I wanted to ask, but now it seems that there is nothing left... Well, goodbye."

Every word that Serabelle said was clearly heard by Daoxie Masahiko. He felt the sole of the shoe stepping on his neck harder and harder, and the fear of death instantly enveloped him.

He actually cried out loudly.

"Stop! You are deliberately killing someone! This is a crime..."

"Do you think I care?"

Before he could utter the word "for", Serabelle stepped hard, and with the clear sound of cervical vertebrae breaking, Daoxie Masahiko's voice stopped abruptly, the light in his eyes disappeared instantly, and his head drooped weakly to the side.

"What are you shouting for..."

Mumbling something softly, Serabelle loosened her foot.

The corpse lost its only support and fell to the side. Its arms were stretched out on the ground by inertia, with its fingertips less than ten centimeters forward, exactly at the position of the dagger that had been kicked away not long ago.

The layout of this scene looks like a gangster trying to commit murder with a knife in an alley but unexpectedly met a tough guy, and ended up being killed instead of succeeding.

As for the police... those guys haven't found any clues after searching for a common murderer for a whole year, so how can they catch him?

After scratching his head and walking around for a while, Serabelle turned to look at the dark corner deeper in the alley and yawned with her hand covering her mouth.

"Hey, we've been watching for so long, it's about time you come out."

……

On the other side, after temporarily parting with Serabelle, Suzuki Tomoko and others continued to move forward for a while.

In order to wait for Serabelle, Sonoko deliberately slowed down his pace.

Seeing that Serabelle had not returned for nearly two or three minutes, and the dark clouds in the distant sky seemed to be approaching, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Mo~Where is Sera-kun? Why is he gone?"

"Maybe you need to deal with something temporarily?"

Xiaolan actually didn't know what had happened, she just made a guess.

Conan pursed his lips.

He roughly knew what Serabelle had done, but there was no point in saying it out now.

Tomoko Suzuki looked up at the sky and said to the three minors.

"It looks like it's going to rain soon. Yuanzi, you guys should just take a taxi back. Do you have any money?"

"Yes, there is..."

Sonoko nodded. As one of the richest women in Japan, she never lacked money.

"But are you going to go anywhere alone in this weather, Mom?"

"Well, that's probably what happened. Anyway, don't worry about me. You guys can take a taxi back first..."

After saying this, Suzuki Tomoko left.

……

Meanwhile, in the alley where the body fell, Serabelle pointed at the figure that walked out from behind the shelter of the building.

"Hey~ It's you, the dark-skinned waiter with glasses... Uh, sorry, I don't think I've asked for your name yet?"

"...Kyogoku Makoto."

Chapter 192: Mrs. Suzuki's final trial, cleared!

Kyogoku Makoto.

That’s right, this was the name of the dark-skinned waiter with glasses who had a very bad attitude and even urged the guests to finish their meals and leave quickly that Serabelle and the others had encountered in the seaside restaurant at lunch time.

But now he appeared here, in front of Serabelle.

He still had that dull look, standing there like a reef on the sea, not very eye-catching, yet so silent and stubborn.

Serabelle didn't have time to play the game of statues with him, so she spoke first to break the silence.

"In fact, I felt very strange at noon today, because from what I observed during the meal, you didn't have a bad attitude towards other guests. At most, you were introverted and not good at talking. But you took a very bad attitude towards our table."

"Of course, from a biological point of view, there are always a very small number of people in the world who are incompatible with you, causing you to have the urge to rush up and beat them up at the first sight even if you don't know them at all, but I don't think it's such a coincidence."

Serabelle paused here and pointed at Daoxie Masahiko, who was lying on the ground with a broken neck and looked dead.

"So, combining the above inferences with your subsequent actions with this guy, I have a very reasonable guess, which is - you deliberately used this method to keep us away from Daoxie Masahiko, and the reason for doing so was that you recognized one of us, such as Xiaolan?"

After asking this question, Serabelle stopped talking and fixed her gaze on the reflective lenses of Kyogoku Makoto's glasses.

The silent atmosphere lasted for about five seconds, and Kyogoku Makoto shook his head.

"I don't know who the name you are talking about corresponds to."

"That's the unicorn."

"……Oh."

Although he quickly realized the target person that Serabelle was talking about, Kyogoku Makoto still shook his head.

"I did meet her at a karate tournament about a year ago."

"And you were fascinated by her graceful figure during the competition?"

Serabel said this sentence in an extremely flat tone, almost complaining.

Kyogoku Makoto tensed his face and avoided the question with silence, then brought up another matter.

"That girl with brown hair, she seems to trust you a lot."

Brown hair? Garden?