I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

After going around in circles, it was only half an hour before we finally arrived.

It is worth mentioning that the other party also sent a text message on the way, saying that he would be waiting in the third row of booths in the innermost row of the cafe.

Following such precise positioning, Serabelle looked towards the location described in the text message the moment she entered the cafe.

There was already someone in the booth, and the voice on the phone sounded like a male.

He was a very tall man, about thirty years old. Serabelle roughly estimated that if he stood normally, he would be over 1.9 meters tall, with well-developed muscles all over his body. He had short middle-parted hair, and his facial features were regular, but with a hint of viciousness.

He sat down without any hesitation.

"Hello, we talked on the phone half an hour ago."

"Um……"

The tall man looked up.

"I've seen you on TV. You must be a fairly capable detective."

"It's okay for now." Serabell shrugged.

If it was a chat between friends, he would probably say "I'm just a trainee detective", but now it is a business discussion, excessive modesty and self-praise will lead to bad results, only moderation is best, and the other party should be given a feeling of "You know I am capable, why do you still have to ask? Just get straight to the point, if you don't say anything else, I'm leaving."

After taking a deep breath, the man took out a photo from his jacket and placed it on the table, pushing it across the table.

"My name is Hirota Akira, and I want you to help find my brother."

"Is this your brother?"

Serabelle took the photo and looked at it. It showed a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a cat with a smile on his face. There were three cats surrounding him. At first glance, he looked no different from the many greasy uncles who had been beaten by society for more than 20 years and finally left to their own devices and became physically inflated.

Average height, average face, bald head, beer belly...

"What's his name?"

"His name is Kenzo Hirota, and he has a daughter named Masami Hirota."

Chapter 27 My head feels so itchy, I feel like I’m going to have a brain.

I didn't expect that my first serious door-to-door work would be such an important commission as finding missing relatives.

Serabel was a little serious at first, but as he got to know the case better, he felt something was not right.

According to the information provided by the tall man Hirota Akira, his brother Hirota Kenzo is not missing in the true sense. To be more precise, he ran away from home. Currently, he and his brother's daughter Hirota Masami have come to Tokyo to look for each other, but almost a week has passed and still nothing has been found.

As for intelligence, it is even more ridiculous. We cannot say that there is none, but there is not much. We cannot say that it is completely useless, but only a little can be used.

One is that Kenzo Hirota's job is a free-roaming taxi driver.

The second is the four cats he raised, named Kuai, Di, Hao and Wang.

Then it was gone.

Yes, that's all.

To be honest, when Serabelle learned about this, she was completely confused and thought to herself, why don’t you call yourself Hao Kai Lan?

This doesn't seem to be a problem at first glance. To sum it up, he is asked to find a middle-aged man named Kenzo Hirota who is or used to be a taxi driver and has four cats.

But if you think about it carefully, since when did having four cats become one of the characteristic conditions in a missing person notice?

And didn’t Ning run away from home, abandoning even his brothers and biological daughter, and even forgot to take the cat with him?

For example, does the other party have any relatives who might know his whereabouts and keep in touch with him, does he have any hobbies that he is particularly passionate about, and does he have any place that he insists on going to every day for decades, just like punching in at work...

Don’t ask. If you ask, it means you don’t know. If you ask again, it means you really don’t know.

To be honest, Serabelle rarely felt so confused, but this time he truly experienced what it meant to be in the dark.

Aren't you brothers? Why don't you even have this much understanding of each other?

Besides, even if they were distant cousins, Hirota Kenzo's daughter should have known about it. She came to Tokyo with your uncle to look for relatives, but you didn't even tell her this little information? Or is she, as a daughter, completely unaware of such things?

Are you serious...

Resisting the urge to throw a brown rat in the other party's face, Serabelle finally accepted the commission.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

It’s not that he likes to challenge himself to accomplish the impossible, but he realized that there was something unreasonable about this matter. If he continued to investigate, perhaps there would be some unexpected gains.

Of course, the most important point is that the other party is quite generous and straightforward. The remuneration is 100,000 yen, with a deposit of 50,000 first, and the remaining 50,000 will be paid after the commission is completed.

Twenty minutes later, as the tall man left first, Serabell followed closely out of the cafe.

Standing on the street of Beika-cho, the trainee detective raised his head at a 45-degree angle to greet the bright morning sunshine, and touched his head.

My head itches, I feel like I'm going to grow a brain...

However, there is no other way. Since I have accepted the commission, I have to complete it well.

After thinking for a few seconds, Serabelle randomly chose a direction and slowly walked away along the street. At the same time, she took out her cell phone from her pocket and dialed a recently added number.

The phone was connected after just a few rings of the waiting tone, and Inspector Megure's voice came from the phone.

"Hello, this is Megure from the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division 1, Section 3. May I ask who this is?"

Serabelle raised her eyebrows and said, "Good morning on the weekend, Inspector Megure. Are you going to work overtime on your rare day off?"

"Eh?"

Perhaps because the voice transmission over the phone was distorted, Inspector Megure on the other end was visibly stunned for a moment, and then he exclaimed in sudden realization.

"It's Brother Sera. Oh, I'm sorry. I was too busy last week and forgot to make a note after leaving my phone number. I'll make a note later. By the way, is there anything you want to talk about that you called me so suddenly?"

"It's like this, I have a commission..."

Out of some mysterious tacit understanding, Serabelle stopped after saying the first few words.

Sure enough, as soon as he stopped, the voice of the chief Inspector Mu was heard.

"I'm sorry, brother Sera, I have something urgent to deal with. Can we talk about this later?"

Although he said that there was an urgent matter, his tone did not sound anxious at all. He even had enough time to wait for Serabelle's reply after he finished speaking.

The British trainee detective breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly, "I see. It's just like this. A friend of mine ran away from home and disappeared. I want to file a case. Inspector Megure, please see if you can investigate. His name is Kenzo Hirota, he's about 40 years old, works as a taxi driver, and has four cats at home named Kuai Di Hao Wang."

"Hmm, it sounds a bit like the name of a racehorse..."

Inspector Megure muttered something to himself on the phone, then responded.

"Got it. I'll keep an eye out for you. We'll talk later."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, I waited for five minutes and the phone rang again.

Press to connect.

"Hey, brother Sera, I found the friend named Hirota Kenzo that you mentioned. I think he should still be alive and well in some corner of Tokyo. According to his previous consumption records, he should be a loyal fan of horse racing. He went to watch the horse racing show in Beika Town two days ago, and today is also his usual day to watch horse racing."

"OK, I understand. Thank you, Chief."

"it's okay no problem."

After ending the call at a very fast speed again, Serabelle opened the map and searched for the location of the racecourse. After confirming that the distance was not far, she turned around and adjusted the direction, then set off again.

……

Serabelle had never been to a place like the racetrack.

On the one hand, it was because he had no interest in gambling, and on the other hand, he had never been interested in such crowded and noisy places.

But this time I had to come because of work.

According to the information provided by Inspector Megure over the phone, although Kenzo Hirota would come to watch horse racing every few days and his attendance rate was as stable as a 3D player playing the abyss, he did not seem to have much enthusiasm for watching horse racing itself, and basically bought ordinary tickets every time he watched.

So Serabelle also bought a regular ticket.

As he walked up the steps to the stands and into the general audience seats, the lights from the top of the stadium and the cheers and shouts from all around him came towards him almost instantly.

Men, women, young and old, with all kinds of paint on their faces and ribbons on their foreheads, sat or stood on the benches arranged in rows on the steps, some waving their fists and some holding up cheering signs.

In the distance came the sound of horses' hooves dropping as they galloped past, like the beating of war drums.

There are too many people, it’s noisy, and the viewing experience is not the best...this is the ordinary seat.

Serabelle let out a soft sigh.

You know, it is not easy to accurately find a person in such a huge venue, but what can you say? After all, this is the most likely place to find the target, so you have to try your best.

Thinking of this, he tried to look around.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, or perhaps it was a quick glimpse, but in the rapidly rotating perspective, a familiar hairstyle suddenly caught my eye.

The unique unicorn-like horn that no one else can replicate is located about twenty meters away in the same row of the right audience seats. Next to it are a little kid with glasses and a sloppy old man with a mustache.

Both sides discovered each other at the same time as they discovered themselves.

The moment their sights crossed, the target was right in the middle.

?

Is it such a coincidence?

Chapter 28 Shit is all over my head, my friend

Good news, the target was found without much effort.

Bad news, our competitors are trying to steal our business.

Horse racing on the battlefield usually doesn't take too much time, just like a 100-meter sprint in human sports. On average, each round of a horse racing competition is over in about two minutes.

Therefore, those who can usually persist in watching all the games from beginning to end are either those who simply love horse racing or the atmosphere in the racecourse, or they are ambitious gamblers.

As for those who only bet on a few individual horses or even a specific horse, for them, as long as the horse they bet on loses or wins the race, today's horse racing program will end here, and the remaining matches have nothing to do with them.

So, as the horse named Haokai Emperor won the race, two minutes later, Serabelle left the racecourse surrounded by Xiaolan and Conan.

Also traveling with them is Xiaolan's father, Kogoro Mouri, who is said to be a famous detective.

"Eh? He's the one that Brother Sera is looking for?!"

"Yes, but the client seems to be different from yours."

There was a bustling crowd outside the racecourse on the weekend. As Serabelle explained, she raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Kenzo Hirota, who was about 20 meters away and was about to go home to make lunch after watching the race with a very satisfied look on his face, unaware that someone was following him.

According to the information he learned from Conan and Xiaolan, the person who commissioned Maori Kogoro to find Hirota Kenzo was the niece of his client Hirota Akira, that is, Hirota Kenzo's daughter Hirota Masami.

Unexpectedly, the uncle and nephew adopted the same approach, but they each entrusted different people.

"Little kids, just go to school instead of becoming detectives..." Uncle Maori started complaining again.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. After all, this is what I do." Serabelle shrugged nonchalantly. "Besides, I have to make a living. I have to earn some living expenses to support my family."

"Well--"

Maybe it was because he felt a little embarrassed by being refuted, but Kogoro Mouri looked at a certain trainee detective straight in the eye for the first time since they met.

Then he frowned subtly, pinched his chin, leaned closer and hissed.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"Probably not." Serabelle said calmly.

"Ah! I remember now, it's you, kid!"

With a loud slap on his thigh, Kogoro Mouri almost jumped up on the spot as if he had hyperthyroidism. His eyes were wide open above his mustache, and his index finger was trembling slightly in the air due to excessive excitement.

"You're the one who posted all the ads near my office, right? I saw at least fourteen or fifteen of them on my way home from drinking the night before!"

"Is there? But why didn't I see it?" Xiaolan was a little confused.

"That's because I tore them all off overnight!"

grass……

After hearing this, a plant suddenly appeared in Xiaolan and Conan's hearts.

Serabel didn't care. He was always open-minded about the advertisements he posted being torn down.

He was the one who put up the advertisement on someone else's property first, so naturally they have the right to tear it down. There's nothing wrong with that.