I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

When she heard the last name, Serabel felt unwell, and Yukiko beside her also had a slightly changed expression.

Shit, why is that Thousand-Faced Witch also on the list?

Noticing the slight changes in the two, Conan looked left and right in confusion.

"what happened?"

"...No, it's okay."

Serabelle held her forehead in her hand, but remained calm on the surface.

"Forget it, just get straight to the point. So what's your plan?"

"The plan is simple." Conan pointed his index finger at Serabelle. "You can pretend to be a staff member of the memorial service and go to the people on the above list and ask them one by one, giving them enough time to prepare their speeches in advance."

hiss--

Serabelle took another sharp breath.

"why me?"

"It can't be me, right?" Conan squinted his eyes with ill intent, "I'm fine as a flower girl delivering flowers, but you're more like a staff member."

?

Is it necessary to hold a grudge like this...Serabel thought to herself.

"Well, I'll go."

"give it to you."

Just do it.

Serabelle went directly there with her cane and quickly found her first target.

To be precise, the first and second targets are the rising male musician and the female writer who won the Naoki Prize introduced by Yukiko before.

The two people were very close to each other, seemingly discussing something private.

In order to avoid provoking a rebellious mentality on the other side, Serabelle deliberately made a circle and approached the two from the front, giving them a buffer distance that she had noticed in advance.

Sure enough, the effect of this approach was very good. When they noticed a stranger approaching, the male musician and the female writer quickly stopped the topic, kept a slight distance from each other, and acted as if they were just chatting with ordinary friends.

"You are……"

"I am a staff member of this memorial service."

Serabelle lowered her head, letting the hair falling in front of her forehead obscure her face.

"Just now, the superiors informed us that at the end of this memorial service, there will be a small surprise for all the distinguished guests who received the purple handkerchiefs. Because the identity qualifications are determined by the color of the handkerchiefs, we have to confirm that the purple handkerchiefs are still with you. If they have been lost or exchanged with others, we will reissue them in time."

"Reissue... but it's not necessary."

The male musician and the female writer looked at each other, and simultaneously took out purple handkerchiefs from their pockets and showed them.

They are all still there, and they were indeed distributed at the door before.

Serabelle nodded and said, "Thank you both for your cooperation. There is nothing else to do."

After saying that, he quickly turned around and left, rushing towards his next target.

After asking four people in a row and getting affirmative answers, Serabelle finally came to the final boss, the Thousand-Faced Witch.

In fact, according to Serabel's original plan, he had two more people to question before asking Vermouth.

But one of these two people was the CEO of Mitsubishi Motors. He was very busy with official duties and there were always people talking around him. Serabelle walked around for several times but couldn't find a chance to interrupt.

As for the other one, who is a screenwriter, it seems that he went to the toilet and we haven't seen him for the time being.

"Seeing you walking around in the banquet hall, you seem busy?"

Before Serabel could speak, Vermouth smiled first.

"Yeah, very busy."

In front of this Thousand-Faced Witch, Serabelle was too lazy to come up with that excuse.

"But if you're willing to just tell me the identity of your accomplice, I won't have to be so busy."

"What are you talking about? What accomplice?" Vermouth giggled.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, forget it. I didn't expect it anyway..." Serabelle glanced at her, "By the way, do you still have the purple handkerchief on you? I heard there will be a surprise at the end, and only those who get the purple handkerchief will get it."

"Surprise?" Vermouth cast his gaze towards the center of the banquet hall. "After something like this happened, can the memorial service still be held?"

"Probably... not." Serabelle could not deny it. "Just asking, maybe, is it in you?"

"Yes, of course."

This time, Vermouth did not hesitate to take out the purple handkerchief from her suit pocket and showed it to Serabel.

"Fine."

After confirming it, Serabelle withdrew her gaze.

He turned and glanced in the direction of Kenzo Masuyama, and was surprised to find that the people around the latter seemed to have dispersed at this moment.

This is a good time to strike up a conversation.

Just as Serabelle was about to turn around and leave.

At the same time, the fifth target playwright, who had been temporarily skipped because he went to the toilet, happened to come back from outside. He seemed to have just washed his hands and was wiping his hands with the purple handkerchief distributed at the memorial service.

Ok?

Wait, a purple handkerchief?!

In an instant, the last piece of the process of elimination was put into place, and it was as if an electric current ran through Serabel's mind.

He suddenly looked up and stared at Kenzo Masuyama in the distance, then suddenly turned his head to look at Vermouth.

The Thousand-Faced Witch said nothing about this, but just raised the corners of her lips seductively, blinked and WINKed.

Chapter 204 The Toilet is Hell

A minute later, Serabelle returned to Conan and Yukiko.

Seeing this guy coming back, Conan couldn't help but go up to him and ask questions.

"How's it going? Have you found out who Pisco is?"

"Um……"

Serabelle shook the orange juice she had just taken from the juicer in the banquet hall, sniffed the fruity aroma and glanced at him.

"I have found it, but now I am more confused about what to do with the other party."

It wasn't that she really had no plan. Serabelle said this simply to test the latter's attitude.

As expected, as soon as the words fell, Conan's voice rang out.

"Of course, we should expose Inspector Megure's crimes before he leaves..."

"And then Inspector Megure is dead."

Before he could finish his words, Serabelle took over.

Conan was speechless on the spot.

Seeing that the boy stopped talking, Serabell took a sip of juice and continued.

"Even when Miss Mingmei just wanted to leave the organization with her sister, Gin put her on the kill list. Now if a high-level core member is arrested by the police, and the reason for the arrest is directly related to the organization's plan, do you think Gin and his gang will stage a sniper attack to intercept her?"

"This……"

It goes without saying that this is the inevitable result.

Once Inspector Megure arrests Pisco here, without any exception, Inspector Megure will definitely die at the hands of the organization.

However, Serabelle didn't expect him to come up with any decent plan, so she simply turned to Yukiko.

"I'm sorry, Sister Yukiko, I may not be able to take you home tonight. Can you take a taxi back later?"

"Oh, that's no problem. Shall we go back now?"

Yukiko was very understanding. Knowing that Serabelle had other things to do next, she even offered to leave first.

But Conan didn't agree so easily.

"Wait, tell me what you want to do first?"

"How to do it?"

Serabelle was vague.

"Of course I'll have a good chat with him, try to persuade him with both reason and emotion, and ask him about matters related to the organization."

"I said, you don't want to..."

Conan gritted his teeth and glared, trying hard not to say the last two words.

In fact, he could basically guess what Serabelle would do next, and he had to admit that this was the only possible method at the moment.

But I just can’t get over this hurdle in my heart.

"If you can't get over this mental barrier, don't try it."

Serabelle saw what he was thinking and shrugged meaninglessly.

"If you want to get answers that you can't get under normal circumstances, you have to take a path that you can't take under normal circumstances. I don't plan to let you go with me, but if you have anything you want to ask, you can send me a message later and I will ask him for you. You're welcome. If there's nothing else, you can go back first."

"Well, then we'll go first~"

Yukiko smiled and waved her hand with tact, then pulled Conan, who was still standing stubbornly, and half-dragged and half-pulled him away quietly.

Watching the two figures disappear outside the banquet hall, Serabelle drank the orange juice in her hand, put down the empty cup, took out her cell phone and made a call.

"Hello? Sister Mary, this is me... Yeah, OK, I got it... Wait for me in the Audi later."

As the call was hung up, Inspector Megure, who was in the center of the banquet hall not far away, also finished communicating with the host of the memorial service who had just finished consulting with his superiors over the phone.

Inspector Megure said hello and turned away with a large number of accompanying police officers, while the host of the memorial service ran to the stage in front with a microphone in his hand, sweating profusely, and his voice was transmitted to everyone's ears through the broadcast in the hall.

"We are very sorry. Due to an accident, tonight's memorial service has been forced to be suspended. We are very ashamed to bring a bad experience to all the guests. Our Beihu Hotel..."

In fact, just the first sentence is enough, and the rest is basically just the same old stuff over and over again.

Before the host on the stage finished speaking, the guests in the banquet hall began to leave one after another.

Serabel did not leave immediately. He bypassed the large group leaving the banquet hall and came near Kenzo Masuyama.

It was obvious that the old man came tonight as the president of Mitsubishi Motors. When I got closer, I heard him making a phone call, apparently asking the driver to pick him up.

After a little thought, Serabelle also left the banquet hall.

Five minutes later, the guests on the twelfth floor of the Beihu Hotel, which was forced to cancel the memorial service due to an emergency, had basically dispersed. Those who should have left had already left, and even those who had not left were basically waiting downstairs for a car to pick them up.

However, in the corridor of the floor, which should have returned to silence, there were slightly older and slower footsteps, walking along the corridor little by little towards the bathroom.

It was Kenzo Masuyama.

Perhaps because he had talked a lot with people at the banquet and drank a lot of drinks, or because he knew it would take some time for his driver to arrive, he said goodbye to all his acquaintances after the memorial service ended early and ran to the bathroom alone.

Of course, this is human instinct, or common sense.

A normal person would usually do as much preparation as possible while waiting for the bus, especially if there is plenty of time, such as tidying up clothes, going to the toilet, washing his face and shaving if necessary.

Kenzo Masuyama was no exception.

However, the next second after he came to the urinal, unbuckled his belt and got ready, the bathroom door was pushed open again, and a cleaner who looked like he was wearing a hotel uniform and wearing work gloves walked slowly in from outside the door, pushing a cleaning cart.

Normally, in a high-end hotel like this, if a cleaner enters to clean the restroom and finds that a guest is using it, he or she should immediately apologize and leave, and continue cleaning after the guest leaves, to avoid causing discomfort to the guest.

But Kenzo Masuyama is, after all, the president of Mitsubishi Motors. Even if he is really dissatisfied or feels offended, it is impossible for him to suddenly yell and angrily demand that the other person get out under such circumstances.

That would seem too degrading.

As for complaining, it seems unnecessary. He has so many things to do every day. Instead of arguing with a cleaner, he might as well use this time to have a cup of coffee and relax.

This is what Kenzo Masuyama originally thought.

But just when he was happily flushing the toilet, he accidentally looked up and saw through the smooth mirror on the wall which was engraved with environmental protection slogans like "Come and go in a hurry" that the cleaner standing behind him had a face that was a little too young.

There is no way this could be a hotel cleaner!