I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"I see. So this Hirota Akira meets all the characteristics of the criminal. Did he mention his plans after finding Hirota Kenzo?"

"Absolutely not."

Serabelle spread her hands.

This is definitely impossible. According to normal people's thinking, most of the time, after finding the relatives, the family will be reunited.

What's more, the relationship between the detective and the client is nothing more than a relationship of paying for work. Who would have the time to go back and ask questions like "What are you going to do after you find the person?"

Is the person familiar with you?

"That's troublesome. Although there are not many people in Japan who are 1.9 meters tall, it is almost impossible to find them immediately. It would be great if we could know their approximate location..." Inspector Megure sighed, holding his forehead.

After all, Japan is nothing like Serbia, where all kinds of high-definition cameras are scattered throughout the streets and alleys. Not to mention killing people, even someone taking a shit in a dark dead end might be recorded.

Japan has very few official cameras. Apart from the cameras at intersections used to capture speeding vehicles, the rest are basically only found on public property. The rest are basically installed by private individuals.

It doesn't matter whether you have it or not.

But as for the general location...

Conan, who had been sitting alone in his seat with his chin in his hands and his feet in the air, looking thoughtful, seemed to be triggered by some keywords. He raised his hand and pressed the corner of the side of the glasses frame reflexively, almost like an electric shock.

Serabelle habitually paid attention to every move of everyone in the room, and when she noticed the abnormal behavior of the former, she couldn't help but glance sideways at him.

Then, he actually saw a small radar image on the other party's lens. Although it was very faint, it was indeed... and there was a constantly moving and flashing yellow dot on it.

Got it!

His eyes suddenly lit up and Conan jumped off his seat.

Because it happened so suddenly, Kogoro Mouri, Ran and others didn't even have time to react before they saw a kid with glasses sneak out of the meeting room.

There was no time to even close the door.

"Hey, little brat, where are you going?!"

Kogoro Mori slammed his fist on the table and yelled, and a crossroads exploded on his forehead.

He never expected that Conan would actually cause more trouble at such a critical moment, which simply made his blood pressure rise.

Xiaolan was also a little caught off guard. She wanted to go out and bring Conan back, but she had to calm her father down first. She was caught in a dilemma for a while.

At the critical moment, Serabelle stood up and yawned silently.

"You guys keep chatting, I'll go find him. Feel free to call me if you find anything new."

……

The perspective changed. Conan, who was risking being beaten on the head like Buddha, had just rushed out of the office of the Investigation Section 1 when Serabel's voice sounded like a ghost from above his head.

"Your glasses look very special. Have you discovered anything new?"

Eh?

Although he was secretly surprised at the other party's speed, the situation was urgent and Conan no longer had the energy to keep it a secret.

"Well, I guess so. It was just luck, but I now roughly know where Miss Yamei is."

"Oh? That's great, let's go over there now..."

"No! Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the elevator lobby of the Metropolitan Police Department building was in front of him and there was no one queuing next to the elevator, Conan suddenly braked.

As soon as he stopped, Serabelle stopped too.

"what happened?"

“No car!”

It was like a big snot got into my mouth and I was just thinking about shaking it out. I finally found out the whereabouts of the target and was ready to chase him, only to find out that there was no means of transportation. It was so terrible.

Looking back, Conan found that Kogoro Mouri and others had not caught up with him. He gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue.

"Wait a moment, I'll go call Inspector Megure and the others!"

"No, I have a car."

This simple sentence made the boy slam on the brakes again. Serabelle leisurely took out a keychain with Audi car keys from her pocket, picked it up and turned it gently on her fingertips.

The trainee detective raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What do you mean, set off directly?"

“…Let’s go!”

There is no way, especially in terms of power storage. Unless humans make another big step forward in materials science, the extremely small volume will mean the expense of reducing capacity.

What's more, the glasses don't have a function to check the battery level, and no one knows when the battery will run out, so every second counts.

So the elevator carrying the two of them went down.

A moment later, accompanied by the roar of a car engine in the parking lot, a black Audi A3 drifted out of the main gate of the Metropolitan Police Department at a speed far ahead of others and blended into the rolling traffic on the road outside.

In the driver's seat, Serabelle confidently held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand she skillfully took out an original Alpine lollipop from the storage box, unwrapped it and put it into her mouth.

"You can take it if you want."

He said without looking away to Conan, who was sitting on the passenger seat and had his brains nearly shaken by the continuous drifting before he had time to fasten his seat belt.

"No, no need..."

Conan, who was still in shock, declined with a slight twitch of his lips. After making sure that the seat belt was fastened firmly, he silently reached out and grabbed the handle on the upper right hand side.

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he had agreed to let this guy drive at the elevator door just to save trouble.

If I had known this earlier, I would have wasted a little more time and called Inspector Megure and the others.

Chapter 31 Tool Man Xiao Ke

What made Conan quite happy was that this guy's driving style suddenly became much smoother after he got on the road.

However, although the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is not located in the city center, in order to be able to provide support to every place within its jurisdiction as quickly as possible, its geographical location is just on the edge of the city. The surrounding roads are basically main arteries in and out of the city, which means that even if there is no congestion, it will not be empty to the point of being uninhabited.

Moreover, it was the evening rush hour after get off work, and the road was very crowded.

How does that sentence go?

There were hundreds of corpses and blood in the city.

It is obvious that Serabelle has not yet awakened the Stand ability that can make the sidewalk instantly wide and empty, so it is everyone's responsibility to obey traffic rules.

As the black Audi A3 drove through another section of road and entered a solid road marked with a straight arrow on the ground, Conan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, noticed that the flashing yellow dot on the radar map in his glasses suddenly moved to the left.

"Ah, next we have to turn left..."

"It's too late. If you hadn't told me earlier, I'd have to go straight now. Turn left at the next intersection."

Serabelle lazily leaned in the driver's seat, sucking on a lollipop, while the hustle and bustle of the streets and roads mixed together and faintly came in through the car window.

"You can't blame me for this. I just saw the yellow dot on the radar suddenly move to the left." Conan said.

"The person who made this for you is called Lester..."

"No, Dr. Agasa."

“I don’t know him.”

"He is a relative of mine, I suppose."

"What kind of relative is this? He actually made this kind of thing for a child. Did he start following the pervert since he was a kid?"

Serabel complained casually, and while waiting for the traffic light, his eyes fell on the glasses of the boy next to him.

"So how do you locate this thing? Does it rely on a transmitter? What's its range?"

"About that. The range is probably about three kilometers." Conan thought for a moment.

"That means the enemy is within three kilometers of us..."

Serabelle's voice suddenly stopped, and then she blurted out "something wrong" subconsciously.

"We've driven more than three kilometers from the Metropolitan Police Department. Is the target... moving?"

"Well, it seems so."

Conan turned his head back and forth to check his direction.

"It should be said that it was moving all the time before, but it seemed to have suddenly stopped just now."

"Have you found a suitable place to dump the body? No way?"

Serabelle looked around in confusion from her seat.

To be honest, they drove all the way to the center of Tokyo since they left the Metropolitan Police Department gate. But normally, if they wanted to dump a body, they should choose a place like in the mountains in the suburbs.

For example, towards the Gunma area.

But judging from the way the target is moving now, is he planning to drop it directly in the city center? Seriously?

What is histrionic criminal personality?

"I'm not sure, let's go and take a look." Conan shook his head.

This kind of stalking and tracking operation is the most torturous. The three-kilometer tolerance rate is neither short nor long.

If you follow too close, you will be easily discovered, but if you follow too far, you will easily lose them. If there is an emergency, you will be left behind in just two traffic lights within the three-kilometer distance.

Fortunately, the other party really did as Conan said and never moved again after reaching a certain node.

Serabelle drove the Audi in the city's traffic, approaching the target location little by little, and then -

"Here we are, right here."

Conan turned his head to look at the window on the driver's side. The child raised his slender arm, crossed the clutch and gear lever between the front seats, and pointed at the rather old-looking building across the street.

It was a hotel building. In front of the main entrance, smooth marble steps extended all the way to the pedestrian crossing on the roadside. The golden sign made up of English letters right above it had weathered the cold and was only slightly dusty.

This should have been considered a landmark building in Tokyo, but it failed to keep up with the changing times. However, it still retains a retro beauty, blending perfectly with the sycamore trees with falling leaves on both sides of the street.

There were free temporary parking spaces on both sides of the road. Serabelle found an empty parking space nearby and the two got out of the car. They crossed the road on the crosswalk and came to the door of the hotel.

He leaned down slightly and patted Conan on the shoulder.

"Go ahead, it's time to exercise your rights as a child."

"……what?"

Conan's eyes were filled with confusion, and he didn't understand for a moment.

Serabelle raised her chin towards the front desk.

"Go and act cute, just say you're his brother or something, and see if you can get Hirota Akira's room number."

"Oh……"

This time I understood.

So Conan went and Conan came back.

"I found out that it was Hirota Akira who booked the room, room number 802."

"Nice, let's go."

Serabelle gave a thumbs up to show that she did a good job, then turned around and walked towards the elevator.

However, the voice of a child behind him called him.

"that……"

"how?"

Conan looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. After two seconds of silence, he shook his head.

"Nothing, let's go up first."

"Ah."

Perhaps because it was almost dinner time, there were unexpectedly few people in front of the elevator in the hotel lobby.