I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Although what Kisaki Eri said might sound a bit serious at first, it is indeed the truth.

You have to know that these two days are the weekend, especially yesterday, Saturday, when Hibari Eri was the only one in the office.

If Serabelle and Sera Masumi had not happened to pass by, if Kisaki Eri had discovered the chocolates in the express cabinet outside the office and opened and ate them, she would have been dead by the time she was found, if she had not been able to call for help before losing consciousness in such a alone situation.

"It can only be said that it is a blessing in disguise." Serabelle tactfully accepted the female lawyer's thanks.

Lock the car door, start the car, and a steady and soothing vibration instantly spreads throughout the car.

The Audi started slowly, and in the car, Kisaki Eri withdrew her gaze from the scenery outside the window and turned her gaze back to the young man holding the steering wheel.

"Next, Sera-kun, are you going to continue investigating this incident?"

Serabelle noticed that she used the word "they", probably thinking that she had already contacted Kudo Shinichi and was ready to jointly investigate the incident.

Well, to some extent, there is nothing wrong with saying this.

“That’s it in a nutshell.”

Serabelle skillfully turned the steering wheel without blinking, allowing the car to maneuver easily between the markings on the ground in the parking lot.

"This morning, Kudo Shinichi sent me another message saying that Dr. Agasa was also taken to the hospital. He is the same criminal who attacked you, aunt."

"Dr. Ari?"

Kisaragi was slightly stunned.

She and Professor Agasa are not actually very familiar with each other. At the beginning, it was because when Xiaolan was a child, she was often taken to Professor Agasa's house by Kudo Shinichi, and they got to know each other after a few visits. After she separated from Mouri Kogoro, the two have had no contact for many years.

Serabelle nodded. "Yes, and the other party also left evidence at the scene, corresponding to the Jack of Spades."

"The Jack of Spades, which corresponds to the Knight or Eleven..."

Kisaki Eri hissed softly.

"But there's no part of Dr. Agasa's name that corresponds to Knight or Eleven."

"That's not clear."

The Audi drove to the exit of the parking lot, and Serabel paid the parking fee by scanning the QR code with her mobile phone.

"In fact, let alone eleven, I have not even thought of who will be between ten and six and between four and two. But for the number five, I think we may have a consensus."

The number five naturally corresponds to Kogoro Mori.

The silence in the car lasted until the wheels started rolling again.

As the scenery outside the car window turned into the anti-theft fence outside the hospital, Kisaki Eri spoke again.

"I'm sorry, Sera-kun. I know it's a bit unreasonable for me to say this, but can I ask you for one more favor?"

"what's up."

"Help me...protect Xiaolan."

The female lawyer did not mention Kogoro Mori's name at all, and she sighed helplessly.

"Just as Sera-kun said, if the case continues, it will definitely be Maori Kogoro's turn in the end. To be honest, there is no hope for my marriage with him. He has been that kind of person all his life. He is neither good nor bad. He never makes big mistakes but always makes small ones. He always causes troubles for the people around him that are difficult but still manageable..."

"But I know about Ran. No matter what Maori Kogoro does, she will never abandon her father and hide with me alone. So if possible, I want you, Sera-kun, to take care of Xiaolan for me, an incompetent mother."

Kisaki Eri repeated her request sincerely.

And Serabelle's answer was unexpectedly simple and clear.

"I understand, but I'll take you home first."

"Okay, and...thank you very much."

Chapter 240 Why do you call me aunt all the time?

First send Kisaki Eri home, and then go to Beika Town to meet Conan.

It was more than half an hour later when Serabelle arrived at the Rice Flower Cafe.

"You're so slow! You're ten minutes late."

In the air-conditioned coffee shop, the complaints of a certain elementary school student echoed in the soft and comfortable booths.

The two parties sat facing each other, each with a cup of coffee in front of them.

Serabelle took a sip of her cappuccino, then put it down slowly and gracefully.

"It's only ten minutes. Don't scream like a little girl whose boyfriend stood her up on a date. Besides, I'm not a lolita complex, and you're still a little boy."

"Is this... a matter of ten minutes?"

Conan glared in displeasure and chose to ignore most of the following words.

"What's the question?" Serabelle asked.

"It's just a matter of ten minutes of exposure to the sun!"

Conan loudly denounced the evil deeds of someone in front of him.

"Do you know how hot it is outside at noon? Do you know how it feels to stand on the street for more than ten minutes?"

豁~

Serabelle silently took a sip of coffee to show that she would not take the blame. "I didn't ask you to stand outside like an idiot. The cool and refreshing coffee shop is right here. Why don't you just come in when you get here? Besides, I've been here twice. Are you worried that you won't be able to find the place?"

"I do want to." Conan glared again, "But when I came in, the waiter asked me if I was here to look for my parents. How do you want me to answer?"

“…smiled.”

After three rounds of wrangling, Serabelle was not ready to waste any more time and waved her hand to indicate that it was almost time to get down to business.

"So what exactly do you want to tell me about the attack on Dr. Agasa?"

uh~

Conan, who was about to complain a few more words, was slightly stunned when he heard this, and he made a sound and scratched his hair.

"Let me ask you something else first. Do you know a man named Murakami Jō?"

"do not know."

"Well, it's normal that you don't know him. I just found out about him today. Murakami Jō was a casino dealer more than a decade ago. He was nicknamed 'Ghost Hand', but he was later arrested and imprisoned for murder. He was not released until a week ago. And when Murakami Jō was arrested, Uncle Maori was still a criminal policeman. It was Uncle Maori who was in charge of the arrest mission at that time."

Oh, it turns out this is an old story from more than ten years ago, but I just came to Japan this year, and you still ask me if I know this person. Kudo Shinichi, are you in your right mind...Serabel couldn't help but complain in her heart.

But when the words in my heart came out of my mouth, I still got back to the main point.

"So now everyone agrees that this Murakamijo might be the murderer?"

Indeed, each of this series of events has a strong poker element. In addition, Murakami, who used to be a casino dealer, has a grudge against Uncle Mori, and he just happened to be released from prison these days. It is normal for him to use this method to retaliate and tell himself that he is back.

However, there is a fatal logical flaw here.

"You said this Murakami-jo was the dealer, right?" Serabelle tapped the table with her knuckles. "I only have one question now. Before Uncle Maori arrested Murakami-jo, did these two know each other?"

"I don't think I know him." Conan answered firmly.

You have to know that Kogoro Mouri had only been a policeman for a few years at that time, and his salary was not that high at all. In addition, he got married and had Xiaolan, so it was a blessing for him to save one million in a year. He didn't have any money to go to the casino.

Kogoro Mori is just unreliable, but he is far from being a madman.

"Then this leads to another question." Serabelle stopped tapping her knuckles on the table. "How did this Murakami-jo know that my aunt likes to eat that kind of Swiss chocolate?"

……what?

As soon as this question was asked, Conan was completely stunned.

How can I say it? Although all the signs now indicate that the criminal is most likely that Murakami Jō, it is also true...how did the other party know that Kisaki Eri likes to eat Chicoba chocolate?

Logically speaking, this kind of personal preference should be a private matter. Under normal circumstances, who would say they know a stranger's food preferences, unless they are a celebrity.

It's not necessarily true that Uncle Maori was merciful after arresting Murakami Takeshi and revealed this when he was in the police car trying to persuade him to be a good person.

For example, killing is an extreme act, and we should still look forward and be positive in life, and find a job honestly. My wife has all of them. She likes to eat Chicoba chocolate, and my daughter is very good at karate, etc.... What a joke!

What detective would say these things to a criminal?

"Oh, right. If the culprit was Murakami-jo, how did he know?"

Conan gasped and repeated Serabelle's question.

This is something that should never happen. A murderer who has been in prison for more than ten years can find out the personal preferences of his lawyer so easily.

Serabelle picked up the coffee cup again and took a sip. "So through this question we can reverse the reasoning and know who are the people who like to eat that kind of Swiss chocolate?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure about this either." Conan hesitated. "So far, I know about me, you, Xiaolan, and Uncle Maori. Well, if I have to say, the assistant in Aunt Eri's office may also know."

"By the way, how did you know that? I remember you were very afraid of your aunt, right?" Serabel was curious.

"How can it be……"

Conan tried to argue, but was quickly exposed by Serabelle.

"But I remember when I first came to Japan, I also met you and my aunt in this cafe. At that time, you looked like a mouse seeing a cat when you saw my aunt."

"You...you know how to chat?"

The embarrassing old incident was brought up again, and Conan's face turned red.

He coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Let's get back to the point. I just found out about this a few days ago when I went out to eat Western food with Xiaolan and the uncle. Xiaolan mentioned in the restaurant that Auntie Yingli liked that kind of chocolate... Hey, why do you keep calling her aunt? It makes you sound like you know Auntie Yingli very well."

But they are indeed very familiar with each other. Not only are they neighbors, they have also been in the hospital together, and I was even asked to help protect my daughter. Isn’t this familiar enough?

Serabelle thought.

"Who were the people who heard this in the western restaurant at that time?"

"At that time... there weren't many people." Conan tried to recall. "We went there because a wine taster invited us. It was a membership system. There were only a few tables of guests in the restaurant that day besides us, and they were all very far away and it was impossible for us to hear anything."

"What's the name of the wine taster?"

"It seems his name is Zemu Gongping."

Conan was halfway through answering when he suddenly froze for a moment, then rolled his eyes.

"No way, I'm just a wine taster, and I have no grudge against Uncle Maori. There's no reason for you to attack Aunt Eri."

"That's the theory."

Before Serabelle could finish her words, Conan's cell phone rang.

"Oh, let me take a call later... Hey, it's the Doctor calling."

He paused for a moment and clicked to answer the call.

The next second, Dr. Agasa's voice came from the phone.

"Shin... no, Conan! Brother Maori and the others left. They went with Inspector Megure and the others to look for a man named Sawaki Kouhei!"

"Eh? Why?"

"It is said that the upper part of the Chinese character for fairness can be broken down into the character for eight."

"what?!"

Chapter 241 I was just entrusted by others

The perspective changes, and under the scorching sun at noon, a black Audi is driving on the traffic roads of Beika Town.

Serabelle rubbed the steering wheel with one hand, looking very calm.

"So now Uncle Maori and his friends are looking for this Zemu Gongping and the wine taster Zemu Gongping you mentioned..."

"It should be the same person. There should be only one person called Zemu Kouhei among the people you know."

In the passenger seat, Conan held his glasses with one hand while saying this, his eyes always focused on the movements of the positioning coordinates on the lenses.

"Keep driving forward, about three more intersections ahead... the uncle and his team turned left! Let's catch up with them!"

"What are you thinking? How can we chase them in this situation? There are hundreds of corpses and blood in the city, right?"

Glancing at the road ahead, which was not very congested but definitely not empty, Serabelle decisively downshifted.

However, he could probably understand why Conan was so anxious. For example, they were now using the real-time positioning function on the multi-functional eyes invented by Dr. Agasa to track Uncle Mori and the others.

But after all, the lenses of glasses are so small that although they can display the relative position and distance between the target location and yourself in real time, they cannot display the specific location on the map.