I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Probably... maybe only around 16 or 17 degrees?

"It's still a little warm."

But Fei Yingli said.

The female lawyer walked past Serabelle in her high heels and came to the temperature control switch on the side wall near the entrance of the wine cellar. She could clearly see that the temperature was exactly seventeen degrees.

"The best storage temperature for wine is around 10 to 14 degrees, and the temperature here has reached 17 degrees."

If they can afford to build such a luxurious underwater restaurant, they can't be reluctant to spend the electricity bill... Serabelle thought.

Maybe it's just that I simply don't understand?

Hard to say.

Continuing to walk inside, the array of red wine stored in the wine cabinet becomes even more spectacular.

"Romanee-Conti, Speckled, and Loubarri are all expensive red wines." (Xiao Qin knows nothing about wine, and these wine names are all in the subtitles. Please forgive me if I'm wrong.)

As she walked and looked around, Kisaki called out many names that Serabelle had never heard of before.

The entire wine cellar was silent, with only the footsteps of the two men and the voice of the female lawyer echoing.

Serabelle walked in front of Kisaki Eri, with the tip of the cane in her hand not touching the ground, but held vertically in front of her at a height of three centimeters.

Needless to say, the murderer will kill all the targets here.

Because the elements have been gathered.

Excluding "Ten" whose identity is still completely unknown, the remaining nine are Katsuyoshi Asahi, eight is Sawaki Kohei, seven is Koyamauchi Nana (nana, pronounced the same as seven in Japanese), six is ​​Shishido Nagaaki, five is Mori Kogoro, four is Peter Ford, three is Shiratori Jinsaburo, and two is Nishina Minoru.

Even the only remaining vacancy was filled by Conan, the "Kudo Shinichi".

In an underwater restaurant like this, which could be as dangerous as Snowstorm Mountain Villa if the elevator broke down or the escape route was blocked, Serabelle had no way of ensuring that the criminal would not massacre everyone in order to protect his identity from being revealed.

Besides, one of the purposes of his trip was to protect Kisaki Eri, so he had to do the work of wading through mines.

"Sera-kun, you are really cautious."

Kisaki Eri saw through the purpose of Serabelle's actions at a glance. She smiled and turned to look at the road they had just walked.

"This is already the 18th wine rack. I didn't notice anything unusual when I walked here. It seems that no one has been to this wine cellar before. It's unlikely that the criminals have ambushed us, right?"

"Well, probably..."

The female lawyer's words made Serabel's nerves relax a little, and she subconsciously speeded up her pace.

But in the next moment, the boy was instinctively startled by a slight feeling of obstruction from the front end of the cane.

He quickly lowered his head and looked down, and saw an almost imperceptible flash of silver light in the air.

It's a trap!!!

Alarm bells rang in her heart. After a moment's pause, Serabell suddenly turned around, stretched out her left hand, and tightly hugged the female lawyer's shoulders. Amidst Kisaki Eri's surprised cry, she turned her behind her.

“Uh, eh?!”

Before Kisaki Eri could react to what was happening, she fell into the boy's arms, and the faint masculine scent surrounded her all of a sudden.

A well-defined face came into view, and the touch of an arm filled with heat and strength came clearly from the entire shoulder and neck area.

Kissing Eri can guarantee that if any other man suddenly made such an intimate gesture towards her, she would immediately turn his hand away or even slap his hand away and shout at him loudly.

But towards Sera Bell, she surprisingly had no objectionable feelings.

The next moment, Serabelle swung the cane in her right hand upward at a high speed, just like a Japanese samurai's sword. The crisp sound of metal clashing spread in the wine cellar like ripples.

Ding!

A dazzling flash of fire exploded in the air, and a speeding arrow collided with the cane in mid-air. The powerful force forcibly changed its course, and it was bounced ninety degrees upwards to the ceiling, and the sharp arrow head was deeply embedded in the gap of the red bricks.

"This, this is..."

The female lawyer's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

With Eri Kisaki's intelligence, she could understand that Serabelle did this to save her, but what on earth was this arrow...

"Someone has set up a trap here."

Without waiting for the female lawyer to ask, Serabelle took the initiative to explain.

He helped Kisaki Eri stand up, then bent over to pick up a piece of silver thread that had fallen to the ground when the mechanism was triggered.

It's not piano wire, but a wire that's thinner, more flexible and more concealed. It's a bit like the wire that little girls use to play with. It's translucent with a little bit of brown-red, and blends perfectly with the lights in the wine cellar, like optical camouflage.

On the wine rack behind the two of them, a crossbow connected by a mechanism was quietly placed there. The arrow just now was fired from it.

And there was a playing card with the eight of spades quietly spread out next to it.

"Eight? I remember this card corresponds to Mr. Zemu?"

On the way here, Kisaki Eri was given a crash course on the whole cause and effect of the incident by Serabel, so she recognized the identity of the person corresponding to the poker card at a glance.

"It seems that the criminal has come here in advance. I think we should tell Inspector Megure about this..."

"No, that's not necessary."

Serabelle interrupted her, staring at the thread of the punishment mechanism in her hand.

"I have a bold plan for this matter."

Chapter 247 It's You

When Serabel and Kisaki Eri returned to the hall from the wine cellar, Inspector Megure had just finished introducing the matter about Murakami Takeshi to Shishido Nagaaki and others, including a brief account of the causes and consequences of the previous serial murders.

"I see, that means this Murakami is planning to kill everyone here."

Shishido Nagaaki said that he understood, but he himself did not show any fear at all.

I even saw Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Shiratori coming back from a distance and waving their hands.

"Hey, Mr. Detective and Mr. Police Officer, you are back. Thank you for your hard work. How is everything going?"

Kogoro Mouri had his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. When he heard someone talking to him, he quickly freed one hand to take out the cigarette.

"I just went to the office area to check. Don't worry, there is nothing unusual. I think Murakami-jo may not have entered the Ocean Crystal Pavilion yet. After all, we were the only ones on the train at the time."

"Yeah, maybe that Murakami-jo is still swimming over here in the sea, hahahaha!"

Shishido Nagaaki laughed a few times; he understood Mori Kogoro's joke.

Shiratori also came closer at this time. He stopped at the table. Although he was speaking to everyone present, his face was still facing the direction of Inspector Megure.

"I was in charge of the kitchen area and did not find any problems. The ingredients were all sealed and there was no sign of them being opened."

"That's right, that's great."

Upon hearing that there was no problem with the ingredients, Inspector Megure finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, people like Shishido Nagaaki were invited by Asahi Katsuyoshi as guests, and being a guest means eating. If the food was tampered with, everyone at the table might die without anyone knowing.

Serabelle and Eri Kisaki were the last group to return to the table.

The female lawyer didn't say anything, so Serabel spoke for her.

"We're going to the wine cellar."

This short sentence instantly drew all the gazes at the table.

Kogoro Mouri noticed the word "we" in the words, while others such as Shiratori Megure and Nana Koyama were eager to know the results of the search.

Only Sawaki Kouhei seemed to be thinking about something else. After everyone turned their eyes away, he paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head as if waking up from a dream.

"Wine cellar... then what? Did you find anything unusual?" The talkative Shishido Nagaaki complained, "Brother, don't just tell half the story."

"Of course there is nothing unusual."

Serabelle shrugged.

"If something really happened, how could he come back so calmly?"

"That's true..."

Since there was nothing unusual in all the areas searched so far, Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that Murakami-jo has not yet taken action here. But compared to this, when will Mr. Asahi Katsuyoshi come? Do you have his contact information?"

"I don't have his contact information, but I have his secretary's..."

Nana Koyamauchi took out her mobile phone and was about to look through the previous call records.

At this moment, Peter Ford, an American who had been silent and patiently listening because he was not very fluent in Japanese, seemed to accidentally catch a glimpse of something on the ground at his feet. He muttered "this is" in a low voice and then bent down to pick up the thing that fell on the ground.

It was a piece of letter paper.

"This is... Mr. Zemu, this seems to be a message from Mr. Asahi Katsuyoshi to you."

He spoke in Japanese with an American English accent as he handed the letter to Sawaki Kouhei.

The sommelier stood up, took it, and slowly read out the contents.

"To Mr. Sawaki Kouhei, I'm sorry to greet you all in this way. I may need to arrive a little later. There is your favorite red wine on the M18 shelf in the wine cellar. Please take it out and share it with everyone. Asahi Shengyizi."

As the last word was read, Nana Oyama, who had not yet had time to make a phone call, was the first to complain.

"Really? Such an important letter actually fell on the ground. We waited for so long in vain!"

"Not really. It's been less than a quarter of an hour since we sat down." Shishido Nagaaki asked curiously.

The female model choked, looked down at her watch, and found that she could not refute it. She could only mutter to herself to justify herself.

"Maybe it's because I'm hungry. Anyway, it feels like a long time has passed."

This is a topic that is destined to never be discussed again.

On the other side, Zemu Gongping, who had finished reading the contents of the letter, put down the letter in his hand and looked around at the people around him.

"Then I will go get the bar as Mr. Asahi Katsuyoshi requested."

"I'll go as well."

Shishido Nagaaki stood up and volunteered.

"There are so many of us here, two bottles may not be enough. If two more people come, we can get a few more bottles."

"Well, I might as well go along too."

Nana Oyama followed decisively.

One or two of them wanted to go, so in the end they went together.

The view changed, and people were walking in a line in the corridor leading to the wine cellar.

The female model followed the back half of the team and spoke out among the crowd.

"Um... I remember the Murakami Jō you mentioned before. He was just released from prison half a month ago, right?"

"Yes."

Inspector Megure's response came immediately from the front of the team without even turning his head.

And Shishido Nagaaki, who was walking in front of her, turned around in confusion.

"Nana, what's wrong with you? You seem a little anxious from the beginning."

“No, no?”

After hearing this, a smile quickly returned to Nana Koyama's face, and she waved her hand and spoke in a coquettish tone.

"Oh, that's annoying. I was just asking. It's not as exaggerated as you say, Mr. Shishido."

"Haha~"

As they were talking, everyone arrived at the door of the wine cellar.

As the leader of the team that had come to explore the road before, Serabelle was the first to push the wooden door of the wine cellar open with his cane and walk in, while taking out a mobile phone from his pocket with his other hand.

Zemu Gongping followed closely behind, and after entering the door, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch the pull-cord switch next to the door.