I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Yes, yes, there are always people helping to clean up..."

Suzuki Sonoko deliberately paused here and glanced at her best friend beside her with a meaningful look.

Xiaolan's face suddenly turned red and she waved her hands quickly in panic.

"Uh, Sonoko, why are you looking at me like that? I'm not always helping that Shinichi guy clean the desks."

"Yeah, yes, yes, if you hadn't dragged me to clean the house of a great detective last weekend, I would have believed it~" Sonoko said, yes, yes, yes.

"that is……"

A certain unicorn JK is still trying to make excuses for herself, but Suzuki Sonoko has already seen through everything.

"Forget it, forget it. Compared to this, Ran and Sera-san, are you guys free this weekend?"

"I don't have anything else to do." Xiaolan was as honest as ever.

"Where's Sera-san?"

"I should be free too."

Masumi Sera said after thinking seriously for a moment.

“Wuhu, that’s great.”

As if the plan had taken a crucial step, Suzuki Sonoko clasped her hands together.

"A few days ago I saw a post saying that there are rumors of ghosts in an art museum in Beika Town. It is said that a staff member saw a medieval armor that moved by itself while patrolling in the middle of the night. How about we go there together on the weekend~~~"

She even added a little vibrato to the last part of her speech.

"Armor that moves on its own?!"

"What is that, Ghost Rider?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaolan and Sera Masumi expressed surprise at the same time.

"Well, that's just a rumor. If you're scared, you can bring someone with you. Ran can bring the brat, and Sera-san can bring your brother."

"Bernini-chan..."

Sera Masumi opened his mouth slightly and was speechless for a moment.

What can I say? I can only say that the sound of the abacus was so loud that she could hear it even in the Beihu Hotel.

After a little thought, the girl with tiger teeth smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Got it. I'll ask him about it when I get back today."

Chapter 18 Harmonious Relationship between Brother and Sister

It was dusk.

As the fiery red afterglow of the evening sunset shone obliquely into the room, the rich aroma of food in the high-rise double suite of Beihu Hotel wafted out from the kitchen.

Just like what was mentioned earlier, in order to allow young couples to have an impromptu love duet while applauding for love, two bedside tables are prepared in the single suite.

Also to cater to those residents who believe that "takeout equals unhealthy" or who are more picky about taste and prefer to buy groceries and cook for themselves, the suites of Beihu Hotel are also equipped with kitchens, which are fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils, from gas stoves, pots and pans to egg beaters and barbecue grills, perfectly meeting the dietary needs of all types of residents.

After being out posting posters all day, she was almost warned by the community auntie several times. Fortunately, she was able to escape danger quickly. She also went to the convenience store to buy small umbrellas. Now, Serabelle was waiting by the stove with her usual determined face, watching the girl with short light blonde curly hair waving a spatula and busying herself in front of the gas stove, and occasionally handing her a bottle of seasoning or something.

"Give me the vinegar."

"Oh……"

"Give me the soy sauce."

"Oh……"

"Give me the candy."

"Oh……"

"You got the wrong one. This is salt."

"Oh, sorry, let me change it. This is it..."

"Wrong one, this is MSG."

"Okay then that's it."

This time it was finally right.

In fact, all the seasonings are placed in the suspended grid cabinet in the upper right corner of the gas stove. If you are an adult of normal height, you can easily get them with just a slight stretch of your hand.

But after shrinking, Akai Mary's height suddenly dropped by nearly 30 centimeters. Her originally tall and straight body with perfect proportions of eight heads is now only five heads. Not to mention taking the seasonings from the cabinet, she even has to put a stool under her feet to cook normally.

As for why she had to cook instead of some guy with all the necessary skills, please refer to the conversation above.

If we really let someone who has to rely on exhaustive enumeration to come up with all the ingredients for sugar, salt and MSG to cook, then we'll probably have to order takeout for dinner today.

Click.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening coming from the direction of the outside entrance mixed with the slightly noisy rumbling of the range hood in the kitchen.

Mary Akai glanced sideways at Serabelle, who immediately understood and looked out from the kitchen.

This move was entirely out of the caution of the former intelligence agent. After all, these days hotel access controls are all electronic locks, and you need the corresponding room card to open the door.

But apart from the residents, only the hotel managers or cleaning staff have room cards.

Even the manager's master key card can only be used in emergencies. As for the cleaning staff, it is basically impossible that there is a "No Cleaning Required" sign hanging outside the door of this double suite.

Then there is only one answer -

"Oh~ What a delicious smell, mom, are you making something delicious?"

As the saying goes, the voice arrives before the person arrives. Before the shoes hit the ground at the entrance, the excited voice of a girl with tiger teeth was heard.

Five seconds later, after taking off the burden on his body and throwing his schoolbag casually on the sofa in the living room, Sera Masumi dragged a pair of slippers and sneaked into the kitchen, sticking between the two of them and coming to the stove. He sniffed the ribs that were constantly rolling in the reddish-brown boiling soup in the pot.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs?"

"Well, I haven't done it for a long time, so I'll do it now that I have some free time."

Akai Mary stirred the pot twice with a spatula.

"The other dishes are almost ready, the rice is also ready, only this one needs to be drained before it can be eaten. Go wash your hands first."

"I know~"

Sera Masumi responded, left the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom.

Although there is a faucet in the kitchen, it is common sense to wash your hands with hand sanitizer after coming back from outside.

So there were only two people left in the not-so-spacious kitchen.

Mary Akai glanced at a guy who was still standing there silently, slightly adjusted the angle of the spatula in her hand, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs that were almost cooked, and drained the soup by the edge of the wok, then turned her forearm over.

There was a sound of metal scraping, and a piece of brown-red sweet and sour pork ribs suddenly flew up from the pot, like a locust stone, heading straight for a determined face, and along the way, a long wisp of white mist rose in the air like the contrail left by an airplane.

However, Serabelle only slightly tilted her head to avoid this unethical sneak attack, and at the same time, a flash of silver light fell from her sleeves into her palm.

He flicked his wrist back slightly.

call out--!

With a sound of breaking through the air, a silver flying knife with an extremely fine thread at the tail instantly pierced the sweet and sour pork ribs that drew a perfect parabola in the air.

Then the young man flicked his index finger, and the flying knife in the air seemed to gain life, and the ribs on the tip of the knife also returned to his hand along with it, its agility comparable to that of a yo-yo in the hands of a professional player.

Serabelle held the knife handle, took a bite of the ribs, and gave a pertinent comment.

"Hmm...it tastes really good, much better than the so-called Chinese restaurants in the UK."

"Go wash your hands!"

The blonde girl rolled her eyes in annoyance, and without hesitating to ruin her image, she kicked the guy in the calf and kicked him out of the kitchen.

Serabelle went out with the knife in her hand and chops stuck in his body. After a while, the sound of their conversation drifted from the direction of the bathroom.

"Wow, Bernie-chan, what delicious food are you eating again?"

"Pork ribs, made by Sister Mary, they're pretty delicious, would you like to try some?"

"Yes! Come on, let me have a bite... Mmm, it's really good!"

Akai Mari who was still in the kitchen: "..."

Not long after, the food was served and the three of them sat down at the table.

"How do you feel on your first day of school in Japan? Are you used to campus life?" Mary Akai was the first to ask about her daughter's situation at school.

She was not an incompetent mother, but she was always too busy with her work at MI6, so she had to let her daughter live in school and could only take her home on weekends.

Now that I have time, of course I have to make up for it.

"It's not bad, right?" Sera Masumi thought for a while, tapping the corner of her lips with her chopsticks. "It feels similar to when I was in England, including the course schedule. As for the homework, except for the Japanese language, which is a little bit unfamiliar, everything else is fine."

"Really? That's good..." The old mother, who looked too young, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, yes, come to think of it, I'm in the same class with Maori and Suzuki, and they asked me to go out with them this weekend!"

Masumi Sera turned with a little excitement to Serabel who was eating quietly at the side.

"Bernini-chan, come with us. It's an art museum in Beika-cho. I heard there are armors that move by themselves~~~"

She even added the vibrato of Miss Sonoko's original words, making it very authentic.

Art Museum...

When Serabelle heard about this type of building, she didn't want to go there.

Although he was as elegant as an English gentleman when he met the enemy, and he wanted to transform himself into a theorist and sublimate killing into art by dancing to the accompaniment of piano music, in fact, Serabel himself did not have much artistic talent. For him, visiting art galleries was not as good as reading comics in a street bookstore for an afternoon.

Things like the Kamehameha wave and the anti-demon beam killing cannon, that we are just the same type of stand, that the Seventh Hokage used his ancestral killing move of multiple shadow clones to bombard the Fifth Hokage with Miki, etc., these are still the most exciting.

As for going to an art museum to see a complete collection of abstract art... that's not very likely.

"Then go."

Akai Mari suddenly spoke up, her eyes sweeping over the two people at the table.

"Bell Masamune, you two haven't hung out for a while, so why not go to the art museum together this weekend?"

"……walk slowly."

Chapter 19 Sera’s legs

It must be said that the experienced ones always get the most out of it. Just as Akai Mary said, directly encountering a case and then solving it is certainly the fastest way to gain fame, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, there is no way to encounter cases on a stable basis.

After all, although the huge social pressure in Japan these days has led to an increase in crime rates, it is not that high.

If you could really encounter a murder just by taking a walk every day, the Japanese population would have dropped sharply long ago.

In short, Serabelle didn't encounter any more murders in the following week.

Then time rushed to the weekend.

It was 7:30 on Saturday morning. When Serabelle was still lying in bed enjoying a happy lazy sleep, there was a slight "beep" sound at the entrance of the room, and the door was opened from the outside with an access card.

Then a nimble figure rushed in with footsteps as dense as drumbeats, ran straight to the bedroom, and jumped onto the bed like a flying squirrel.

That is the pressure brought by a body weight of nearly 100 kilograms. If a normal person were hit like this while sleeping, even if he was not injured, he would be frightened to the point of cardiac arrest.

Fortunately, Serabelle was prepared. Although he was only vaguely aware of it, he subconsciously adjusted himself to a defensive posture when he heard the sound of the access control being unlocked at the door.

Sure enough, the next second he was hugged tightly through the quilt by a tiger-toothed girl who fell from the sky. The touch of her thighs, which were muscular and firm due to constant exercise, could be clearly felt from both sides.

"Wake up~ ...

"I can understand the first ones, but what's going on with the last one?"

Serabelle opened her eyes with some difficulty, yawned and complained.

"Is this description just directed at me? Is Sister Mary already up?..."

"Mom is already up."

?

Serabelle raised her voice and hummed, then slowly typed a question mark in the air.