I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Upon hearing that Kogoro Mouri was drunk again, Kisaki Eri frowned slightly as if she wanted to say something, but after a pause she gave up and let out a faint sigh.

"I see. Lan has had a hard time."

After about four or five seconds, Kisaki Eri seemed to remember something and asked.

"Then the police shouldn't have given you any trouble, right?"

"That's not the case, but the situation is a bit complicated." Serabelle shook her head. "According to the police, this incident might be a serial murder case."

"Serial murders?"

"Well, before you were attacked, Inspector Megure was also attacked while jogging two days ago. Fortunately, you were just slightly injured and not in danger of death, but the criminal left evidence at the scene similar to what you saw in the chocolate box."

As Serabelle said this, she was about to show the photo of flowers and swords that she had taken on her cell phone to Kisaki Eri.

But it was temporarily rejected.

"Sorry, let's talk about this later. Sera-kun, can you help me up first?" Kisaki Eri said a little embarrassedly.

"Of course you can, but do you want to sit up or get out of bed?"

"Get…out of bed."

Seeing that Serabelle still looked confused, Kisaki Eri's cheeks turned even redder.

"I've been lying in bed for so long, I want to go to the bathroom first."

"Oh……"

Now I understand.

However, it is unrealistic to expect a person who just came off the operating table three hours ago to recover immediately to the point where he can walk upright and go to the toilet by himself, not to mention that now Kisaki Eri can hardly even sit up.

So what Serabelle does next can be summarized in a format similar to “how many steps does it take to stuff an elephant into the refrigerator?”

The first step is to pick up Kisaki Eri from the bed in a princess hug.

The second step was to carry Hibiki Eri to the toilet in the ward's built-in bathroom.

The third step is to come out and close the door.

Don't ask why we use a princess hug instead of carrying the person on the back. It's because it makes it more convenient to put the person down. If you don't believe it, you can ask your partner to come over and practice with you. If you can't find a partner, you can use a rice bag as a substitute. You will know after trying it.

Serabelle leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door, listening to the gurgling sound of water inside for nearly twenty seconds. It seemed that she was really anxious.

About ten seconds later, accompanied by the sound of the toilet flushing, the bathroom door was opened from the inside.

Kisaki Eri actually came out by herself by supporting herself on the edge of the sink. Although she still looked a little strained, she had indeed recovered a lot.

"Ahaha~ A bit surprised, aren't you? Even though I'm a civilian now, I also practiced judo when I was in school."

"Um... By the way, let me send a message to Miss Lan to let her know I'm safe."

"It's okay, I can make the call myself later."

Kisaki Eri smiled and shook her head to stop Serabel.

"Besides, Sera-kun, you probably haven't had dinner yet, right? Why don't you go home and have dinner first? In your current state, it's fine for Auntie to stay here alone tonight."

"This...I'm afraid it won't work."

Serabelle spread her hands.

"According to the police, this is most likely a serial murder case. There's a chance that the criminal will come back to kill again after realizing he didn't kill anyone. Inspector Megure is under police guard, so the criminal probably won't dare to go over there. But there's no security here, not even a double room. It'll be dangerous if the criminal comes to our door, so I have to stay here at least tonight."

"As for dinner, let's order takeout."

Chapter 238 Uncle Maori is not doing well

It is common sense that people who have just recovered from a serious illness must eat a light diet.

Although Kisaki Eri's condition was not seriously ill, she was still weak. In addition, she was not a person who liked big fish and meat, so the main theme of dinner was set as porridge.

Inside the single room, there were two disposable lunch boxes with their lids open on the small bedside table, each filled with seafood porridge and century egg and lean meat porridge. All of them were freshly cooked from the hospital cafeteria ten minutes ago, and white hot steam was bubbling out in the air-conditioned ward at 26 degrees.

"It's so hot..."

Kisaki Eri simply tested the temperature of the lunch box with the back of her hand and gave up the idea of ​​eating it immediately.

If you eat it at this temperature, the oral mucosa will probably be burned.

On the other side, Serabelle was not in a hurry to eat. He was still sitting on the stool next to the bedside table, holding his mobile phone with his head down, typing a message to Conan.

It's interesting to say, it's clear that Xiaolan and Masumi went back more than three hours ago. Logically, it shouldn't take too long to get back to Beika Town from here, at most half an hour.

That is to say, after Xiaolan left the hospital at around four o'clock, she should have returned to the detective agency at around four o'clock to take over from Conan to take care of Uncle Mouri.

But the fact is that Conan didn't reply until about a quarter of an hour ago, and the content only contained a simple line of words.

CONAN: What is this?

Serabelle: You are finally resurrected?

Conan: What do you mean I'm resurrected... I've always been alive, okay!

It was followed by a crazy little expression.

Serabelle: Didn’t your sister Xiaolan go back three hours ago? Why did it take you so long to reply? Did you go out drinking with Uncle Maori?

Conan: ...You really want to know the reason?

Serabelle: Go ahead, I have plenty of time.

Conan: (Sighs) Actually, it's nothing. The uncle just woke up when I was away for a short while, and went to look for water in a daze. He ended up drinking the beer that he forgot on the kitchen stove last night. I don't know if it went bad or what, but he vomited and had diarrhea on the sofa, making the whole office a mess. It was not until just now that it was cleaned up. There is still a smell in the office, and Xiaolan is almost mad.

This is indeed a very interesting text description. Even if Serabelle had not been there in person, she could basically imagine the situation in the office at that time.

I can only say that it's a good thing that he took the initiative to stay for Xiaolan, otherwise he might be the one taking care of Mouri Kogoro in the office with Conan.

It’s scary to think about it.

Conan: Forget it, let’s not talk about this. Where are you now?

Serabelle: Hospital.

Conan: You are with your aunt now?!

Serabelle: Otherwise, someone has to look after him. No one can guarantee that the prisoner won't come back and kill him.

Conan: Well...yes, that's fine. And regarding the two photos you sent me before, I just found out a little bit.

The communication between the two sides was quite efficient, and there was almost no situation where one had to wait for a long time for the other's reply. Basically, Conan sent a message, and Serabell immediately read it and started to write a reply message.

Lying on the hospital bed, Kisaki Eri watched the boy's fingertips moving rapidly on the mobile phone screen, and couldn't help but turn her head curiously.

"Who are you messaging, Serah-kun?"

"Yes, it's about the serial murder case that you, aunt, were involved in." Serabelle handed over the phone screen without any hesitation. "I took pictures of the evidence and asked Kudo Shinichi if he has any clues."

He directly said Kudo Shinichi's name. Anyway, Conan was also noted as Kudo Shinichi in the friend notes, so he was not afraid of being exposed.

Hibiki nodded in amazement. "So you detectives also communicate with each other, just like us lawyers. Sometimes when there is a particularly difficult defense, we will discuss together how to deal with it."

"Roughly the same……"

Serabelle glanced at the phone screen and saw that Conan had sent the follow-up content in the chat box.

Conan: The evidence you took pictures of for me were a flower and a dagger. They looked familiar to me but I couldn't remember where I saw them, so I tried the photo search function of the shopping app and found this.

Below the text content, he also sent a screenshot, which was a screenshot of the product on the shopping app.

——Playing cards.

Serabelle: Poker cards? How did you find this?

Conan: Nowadays, many new playing cards have the images on the cards made into various other styles in order to create new styles. But in traditional playing cards, the KING, or the emperor, holds a dagger like this in his hand, while the queen holds a flower in her hand.

Conan: By the way, Inspector Megure's full name is Megure Jusan, which corresponds to the thirteenth number in the playing card, and my aunt's surname is Hime, which means queen in English.

"I see, that does make sense." Hibiki turned sideways to look at the chat on her phone and gently pinched her chin, "But why did the criminal target me?"

"I can't really say, maybe it's forced."

Serabelle shook her head.

"From what I can see now, this criminal might really be killing people with corresponding numbers in their names according to the order of the playing cards. And both Inspector Megure and you, Auntie, have had a relationship with Uncle Mori. It's hard to say whether this is a targeted retaliation, but what is certain is that this criminal is most likely a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Kisaki Eri was rarely amused by this statement. She leaned sideways, rested her elbow on the bedside table, supported her chin with the base of her palm, and chuckled, the air from her mouth passing through her fingers and blowing on the boy's cheek.

Somewhat itchy.

Serabelle shrugged. "Only someone with obsessive compulsive disorder would use this method of arrangement. It's too limited. At least if you ask me to line up all the people I know with numbers or letters, I really can't do it."

“…I can’t figure it out either.” After thinking about it seriously for a while, Kisaki Eri gave up.

"But according to the criminal's logic, after K and Q, there should be J. J is the abbreviation of Jack, which means knight... Hey, Serah-kun, do you want to find someone whose name is related to Eleven or Knight?"

The voice of Kisaki Eri beside him interrupted the boy's thoughts.

Serabelle looked up at the beautiful face of the Queen who was so close to her, but still shook her head.

"I can't think of it, probably not."

"That's it."

……

The next day, sad news came that Dr. Agasa, a 52-year-old veteran, was attacked by a gangster without any moral principles and was hit by an arrow in the buttocks. Fortunately, it was only a flesh wound.

A model of the same sword as the one held by the Jack of Spades in the playing cards was found near the crime scene, which was deliberately left behind by the criminal.

Chapter 239 My Daughter is in Your Hands

"Then please sign here."

When the sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning shone through the ward, the attending doctor who was in charge of the rescue yesterday was holding a form and asking Hibari Eri to sign it beside the bed.

Just as we agreed yesterday, because it was handled promptly and properly, no serious consequences were caused, and there are no sequelae left. Basically, as long as nothing else happens after observing it for one night, there will be really no problem.

Serabelle was leaning alone on the windowsill of the ward balcony, with her back to the window, tapping on her cell phone.

He was replying to Conan's message.

Conan sent a message at around eight o'clock in the morning saying that Dr. Agasa was shot by an arrow, but because the injury was not serious and could even be said to be very light, he was not sent directly to a large hospital in the center of Tokyo like Serabelle did yesterday. Instead, he was simply treated at a nearby hospital in Beika Town.

As for why he had to go to the hospital for treatment even though there was a medical genius in his family, it might be because of face issues.

After all, the injury was on the buttocks. It was too embarrassing for an elderly man to take off his pants and be treated by a seven or eight-year-old girl.

[My aunt is already going through the discharge procedures, how is your situation now? ]

After sending the composed text message, Serabelle put away her phone and waited for Conan's reply.

However, what surprised him was that before he could even put the phone back into his pocket, the phone vibrated slightly just as the screen was turned off.

I unlocked the screen with my fingerprint and saw that it was indeed Conan who replied to my message.

Conan: The doctor's wounds have been treated. The big problem is not a big deal. He just may have to stay home for the next few days. Uncle Mouri, Xiaolan, Genta and others are with him now. How long will it take for you to come out? Let's meet later.

Serabelle: Probably... about half an hour. The discharge procedures will be completed soon. I'll send your aunt back first. What's the name of the hospital you're in now? I'll come and pick you up when the time comes.

Conan: No need, it's just here in Beika Town. See you at Beika Cafe in half an hour.

Serabelle: That's fine.

The sentences they used to communicate were always efficient and concise, they kept to the point and never used any unnecessary nonsense.

After agreeing on the time and place for the meeting, Serabell put away her phone.

At the same time, on the other side of the hospital bed, Kisaki Eri had already completed the discharge procedures. She signed her name in a graceful and elegant manner.

"Okay, let's go."

I have to say that Kisaki Eri recovered quite quickly.

You know, last night in the ward he still needed help to walk, but when he was discharged this morning he had almost returned to his usual brisk state, though his face was still a little pale.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

They arrived at the hospital parking lot, found the car and got in. Eri Kisaki sat in the passenger seat, closed the door, fastened her seat belt, and turned to Serabel who was coming in from the other side.

"I sincerely thank you, Sera-kun, for what happened this time. If it weren't for you and your sister, I might have been poisoned to death in the office..."