I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Just as he was about to take his phone back, Sera Masumi, who had not commented until now, suddenly pointed his finger at a certain spot on the photo on the screen.

"What is this thing?"

"Ok?"

Serabelle looked carefully at the place the girl pointed to, and found that it was in the open Jikoba chocolate box in the photo.

It’s a white, paper-made handicraft that looks like a flower and is very delicately crafted.

"Maybe a giveaway in the chocolate?"

Serabelle made groundless guesses.

He was not sure about what he said. After all, Serabelle did not usually eat chocolate. The candy she ate the most was probably Alps Original Candy. But Alps was very cheap. One thousand yen could buy a big bag and she could eat as much as she wanted. It was incomparable to Chicoba chocolate. Naturally, it was impossible to find a small flower as a gift inside the package when you opened it.

But then again, would there really be manufacturers who would stuff white flowers into their own products as gifts?

"No, that was actually a serial murder message left by the criminal."

A familiar voice came from the direction of the elevator, intruding on the conversation between the three people.

Following the sound, I saw that the person who walked out of the elevator this time was Inspector Nakamori, accompanied by two police officers.

He held two evidence bags in his hands, one of which contained the small white flowers that Serabelle and the others had been studying just a few seconds ago.

"This is the evidence found in the poisoned box of Jikoba chocolates at the crime scene. The other box of Jikoba chocolates you brought with you, Sera, did not contain this substance."

"Serial murders... No, why are you here, Inspector Nakamori?" Serabelle was a little confused. "Logically speaking, shouldn't Inspector Megure be in charge of this kind of case?"

"I'm here to take over his shift. Didn't Megure tell you? Yesterday morning, while jogging near his home, Inspector Megure was shot with an arrow by a masked gangster using a crossbow. Fortunately, the arrow hit his stomach and was blocked by the fat layer, so he wasn't seriously injured. Then we found this at the scene."

As Nakamori Ginzo spoke, he picked up another evidence bag.

Inside was a paper dagger with a Western style.

Chapter 236 Friend's Mother

By the time the operation was over, Inspector Nakamori and others had already left.

As the sign with the words "In Surgery" directly above the entrance and exit of the operating room went out, the door of the operating room slowly opened to both sides driven by a motor.

The intern who was responsible for pushing the mobile bed out was the assistant doctor.

And Kisaki Eri was lying on the mobile bed, her eyes slightly closed and her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was still asleep.

Compared to her previous appearance, she is now almost like a different person.

Not to mention his pale face and weak breath, after all, he just came out of the emergency room. Even if a person has a healthy physique, his complexion would not be very good at this moment.

Her long brown hair, which was usually neatly tied up, was now scattered behind her head. Without the pair of glasses that were as good as her original appearance in the conventional impression, her delicate face, which was clearly over thirty years old but still as beautiful as that of a young girl in her twenties, was exposed without any cover.

Especially the vertical striped hospital gown, which completely dissipated the powerful aura of a queen, and instead gave people a feeling of being as fragile as glass.

Then the surgeon wearing a surgical cap walked out. When he took off his mask, one could clearly see beads of sweat on the bridge of his nose and a look of relief on his face.

"You are the patient's family, right? Please rest assured. The patient is fine now. And because of the timely treatment, there will be no sequelae in the future. Basically, he will be back to normal by tomorrow."

"Really? Thank you, doctor! Then..."

Upon hearing that her mother's life was safe, Xiaolan immediately showed a relieved smile on her face.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the surgeon.

"But to be on the safe side, it's best to observe him tonight. If there are no problems by tomorrow morning, he can be discharged from the hospital."

"Uh... does that mean I have to stay in the hospital tonight?"

"That's right."

"That's it..."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Xiaolan's face.

However, this hesitation soon turned into determination, and the girl nodded slightly.

"I understand. Then please ask the doctor to arrange for hospitalization for us."

"Okay, then the second question is about the person who will be accompanying you tonight..."

"Let me do this."

Before Xiaolan could speak, Serabell, who had been observing the changes in the unicorn girl's expression from the beginning, took the initiative to speak.

"Eh?"

Not to mention Xiaolan, even the surgeon in charge was stunned.

He has been the chief surgeon for many years, running around in the operating room every day. He often stares at the patients in the operating room and at the patients' families outside the operating room. He can tell at a glance whether the other person is a patient's family member.

The unicorn girl at least looks like the patient, but this one...

"Isn't this inconvenient?" Xiaolan was also a little hesitant.

She was not worried that Serabelle would do anything bad to her mother. She even said that if possible, Xiaolan really hoped to have someone she could trust to help her take care of her mother temporarily.

You have to know that there is a drunk father at home who also needs someone to take care of him.

But in terms of relationship, Masumi Sera and I are just classmates, and Serabelle is barely a friend. It would be embarrassing to hand such a big trouble to her directly...

"It's okay!"

At the critical moment, it was Sera Masumi who patted his friend on the shoulder, and that gesture showed his heroic spirit.

"Lan, just go back and take good care of Uncle Maori. We can take care of Auntie. Besides, the doctor said there's basically no problem. Just stay with him overnight and sprinkle some water... Ouch!"

The girl with tiger teeth was hit on the forehead and her head was shattered.

Serabelle withdrew her index finger.

"Don't think too much. Go back too. If you stay with me all night, you won't get any sleep. Or if you can convince Sister Mary to let you stay all night, you can stay."

"Eh……"

Masumi Sera was instantly deflated.

You know, her mother doesn't allow her to go to bed after 11 o'clock at night. She wants to stay up all night. That's really too much.

Then Serabelle turned to Xiaolan and said, "But what Zhenchun said is right. The doctor said it's not a big problem, so it won't be difficult to take care of. Even if there is a problem, you can ask the nurse for help. It's much easier to take care of an obedient patient than a drunk."

"That's true."

The surgeon beside him nodded in agreement.

To be honest, although most of the patients sent to the hospital are suffering from food poisoning, sometimes there are those who get poisoned simply by drinking alcohol, and that kind of situation is more troublesome.

Some heavyweights were even pushed out of the operating room half an hour ago and were still on pain pumps, and half an hour later they were already clamoring for a drink in the ward.

I really want to pour two large buckets of Erguotou into the IV bottle and hang it up to send the patient away directly.

"OK then."

After much hesitation, Xiaolan realized that this was indeed the best solution, so she agreed and bowed to Serabell sincerely to express her gratitude.

"Then I'll trouble you tonight, Sera-kun."

……

Ten minutes later, in the inpatient building of Tokyo Medical University Hospital.

In the independent ward, Xiaolan and Sera Masumi had already gone back.

Kisaki Eri was lying on the hospital bed in the middle of the room, sleeping quietly under the effect of the sedative in the drip. The only sound in the air was the sound of her even and long breathing.

Serabelle sat on the stool next to the bedside table, tapping the screen of her mobile phone silently and quickly with her fingertips.

He was sending a message to Conan.

The photos sent in the message were taken from the two evidence bags of Inspector Nakamori at the time. They were a flower and a sunset dagger.

Serabelle: [Picture] [Picture]

Serabelle: Do you have any idea about these two things? Please reply as soon as you see it.

Although he typed "quick reply", there was still no reply from Conan until two or three minutes after the message was sent, and Serabelle had no way to check whether the message had been read.

After all, chat software doesn’t have this function.

I guess she is still taking care of Uncle Maori...

While thinking this in her heart, Serabelle was also somewhat satisfied with her previous wise decision.

After all, a big part of the reason why he asked Ran to go back to take care of Kogoro Mouri and stayed to take care of Eri Kisaki was to free up Conan's hands.

He doesn't have to spend too much energy taking care of Kisaki Eri. The two sides can have a brief discussion about the case and see if they can come up with anything.

Well, now all we have to do is wait for Conan to reply.

Just as Serabelle was thinking this, a slight movement coming from under the quilt attracted his attention.

I saw that Kisaragi, who had been sleeping soundly not long ago, frowned slightly, and her hands, which were normally placed flat on both sides of her body, were constantly clenching gently, as if she wanted to grab something.

It doesn't look like physical discomfort, but more like... a nightmare?

After a little thought, Serabelle reached out and took it.

At the same time, because of the sense of reality in her hand, Kisaki Eri seemed to have found her backbone in a dream and calmed down.

Chapter 237 Feiying Ideal Toilet

Four o'clock……

Five o'clock...

six o'clock...

Kisaki Eri slept for more than three hours.

Perhaps it was the sedative in the drip that was taking effect, or perhaps it was the fatigue accumulated from daily work that was relieved all at once.

In short, when Kisaki Eri regained consciousness, the sky outside the window had already darkened completely. As night fell, the lights in the ward were not on. When she opened her eyes, everything she saw was pitch black, except for the flashing neon lights of the night view of downtown Tokyo outside the left window.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. Since it was a private ward, there would not be the unpleasant situation of someone in the next bed playing short videos loudly on their mobile phone. The whole room was quiet, as if there was no one else except me.

"Uh……"

Kisaki Eri tried to speak. She wanted to ask if anyone was there, but the discomfort in her throat due to gastric lavage made her only able to utter meaningless monosyllables.

At the same time, something seemed to move next to the bedside table near the balcony.

"Aunt, are you awake?"

"……Eh!?"

Kisaki Eri just had a sore throat, but she wasn't completely hoarse yet. She thought there was no one else in the room, but suddenly another creature appeared in the room, which scared her badly.

But after the shock, Her Majesty the Queen quickly realized that the voice sounded familiar, especially the silhouette of the city outside the window against the starlight.

"You are... Sera-kun?"

"it's me."

Serabelle stood up and answered, raising her hand to turn on the bedside lamp above her.

Warm light fell from above, and Kisaki Eri suddenly noticed that the boy turned on the light with his left hand.

Normally, the bedside lamp should be directly above the head of the bed, but Serabelle was sitting on the left side of the bed, which meant that the bedside lamp was on his right side.

Shouldn't I use my right hand?

Why use such an awkward posture?

As if she had finally realized something, the Queen tilted her neck slightly and looked down... and saw that her left hand was dishonestly stretched out of the quilt, tightly grasping the other four fingers of Serabel except the thumb.

"Um, sorry..."

When she came to her senses, she noticed the stickiness on her palms due to sweating. Her pale face turned slightly red. She hastily let go of her hands and shrunk back under the quilt, her eyes wandering and changing the subject.

"Um... it was you, Sera-kun, who called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I'm really sorry to bother you. And..."

Kisaki Eri didn't continue talking, but Serabelle knew what she was thinking just by looking at her eyes that were darting around casually but actually looking for details everywhere.

"Miss Lan came when you were still in the operating room. She was supposed to stay overnight, but Uncle Maori seemed drunk and needed someone to take care of him. Conan couldn't handle it alone, so she went back to take care of Uncle Maori and I stayed. Anyway, according to the doctor, the problem is not serious. If there is no problem tonight, he can be discharged tomorrow."