I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle randomly picked an elevator with no one waiting and pressed the request up button.

The elevator quickly descended, and with a ding sound, the shield doors slowly opened to both sides.

Conan couldn't wait for the door to open and was about to rush in, but was grabbed by Serabelle from behind and pulled back in time.

The reason is simple, there was someone in the elevator.

She was a young woman of about 27 or 28 years old, who looked very mature and professional in both makeup and clothing. However, she was pushing a hotel-provided trolley with three large and heavy suitcases on it, as if she was going to check out.

She was pushing a cart out when the elevator door opened. The wheels bumped slightly into the gap between the bottom of the elevator and the ground. The vibration caused the suitcases on the cart to move forward a little, and the suitcase at the front fell down with a bang.

If Conan had continued running forward, he wouldn't have been hit on the head and blood would have been splattered by the box, but he would have definitely been hurt.

"what……"

The other party obviously didn't expect the box to fall, and a trace of panic flashed across her delicate face with light makeup.

Serabelle bent down like a gentleman and picked up the suitcase from the ground. He snorted slightly and put it back on the cart. He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and looked at the young woman who was about to come out of the elevator.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh... well, thanks."

The young woman hastily whispered a thank you, pressed the hat on her head unconsciously, and then hurriedly pushed the cart out of the elevator.

As soon as the former left, Conan immediately ran and jumped into the elevator. Just as he was about to press the floor button, he turned around and saw someone still standing outside the door, twisting his head and looking at something. He couldn't help but ask himself.

"What are you looking at, Brother Sera? Hurry up and go up."

"It's okay, there's no need to go up."

Serabelle did not turn around to look at him, but continued to look in the direction where the young woman left.

"That's what we're looking for."

Chapter 32 Do you have any misunderstandings about ordinary primary school students?

"Are you saying that the young woman who just exited the elevator in front of us was Ms. Hirota Masami? Is that true?"

Conan was dragged out of the elevator by Serabelle's words. His back was against the cold and smooth stone wall of the hotel lobby. Only half of his face was exposed from the corner of the wall. He looked towards the door and lowered his voice to ask for confirmation behind him.

He looked just like a killer in a movie, stalking his target and constantly looking for the right opportunity to strike.

But note, this is in a movie.

In contrast, Serabelle behind him made almost no disguised movements. She just stood in front of the elevator openly, even playing with her mobile phone in her hand. She only turned her head from time to time to glance at the hotel entrance as if casually, and then immediately looked away.

"If you said yes, then it must be true. Alas, you..."

Turning her head again to look towards the gate, she happened to see Conan also poking his head out from behind the wall. Serabell finally couldn't help it.

He pulled the former back with his backhand, bent down and sighed silently.

"That's not how you track someone. Don't let the spy movies get you into it. If you were to track someone in real life, you'd have to hide behind a telephone pole and peek, or sit in a public place with a newspaper in your hand. Not to mention wearing a windbreaker, sunglasses, or any other weird clothes. You'd have been discovered a long time ago. It's better to ask a few good friends to wear Kamen Rider suits and follow them on the street while chatting."

"Then what should we do?" Conan was stunned and felt that it made some sense.

"No need to do anything, just be natural like this, chat and talk, check your phone and pretend to be waiting for someone."

Serabelle said as she glanced casually in the direction of the gate.

Hirota Masami, who had come out of the elevator pushing a cart earlier, did not go to the service counter to check out like normal passengers... She did go there, but she just left the three large suitcases she brought down at the counter, and then went to the hotel gate alone to wait for a taxi.

"You didn't take the suitcase with you?" Serabelle was a little confused.

But before he could think more, he felt a slight tugging sensation coming from his cuffs.

When he looked down, he saw Conan, who looked like the king in a hurry.

"Tell me quickly, how did you know that it was Miss Hirota Masami? Wasn't she supposed to have been killed by Hirota Akira?"

"…I don't know the exact details, but I can tell you for sure that it was Hirota Masami."

Serabelle tapped several spots on her face with her fingers.

"Makeup is not a disguise. Although makeup can often create a visual deviation, some things cannot be changed so easily. For example, the distance from the corner of the mouth to the chin, the distance from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows, and the distance from the corner of the mouth to the cheekbones, etc. If these factors are combined, everyone's face actually has a unique polygonal map. Moreover, Hirota Masami did not wear too much makeup. She just dressed herself up a little more maturely, with her hair loose and without glasses."

"Is that so?" Conan thought to himself as he imagined it.

"Yes, that's it."

Serabelle pushed herself up on her knees and stood up.

"Okay, it's time for us to go."

"Eh? Where are you going?" Conan didn't react for a moment.

"Of course I'll follow her and see where she's going. That's why we're here." Serabelle said without even turning her head.

At the same time, Hirota Masami, who was waiting at the hotel entrance, was already walking down the stairs step by step.

She opened the back door of a taxi that had just arrived after receiving the call and got in. After telling the name of her destination, the taxi started, turned on the orange turn signal, and blended into the rolling traffic on the side.

However, what Hirota Masami did not notice was that ten seconds after she got into the taxi, the lights of a black Audi A3 parked in a free parking space on the street behind her suddenly flashed, and then it also drove into the traffic.

In the car, Conan sat back in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and turned on the positioning function of his glasses again, but he let out a light "ah".

"it's wired……"

"what happened?"

"Ms. Yami's position is still in the hotel."

"Can you tell that?"

Serabelle was a little puzzled, thinking that the range of the glasses should show three kilometers, and they were less than fifty meters away from the hotel. How could such a distance be visible on such a tiny map?

"Wrong direction," Conan added.

"Ow..."

This time, Serabelle immediately understood what he meant.

To put it simply, Conan's glasses radar is similar to a navigation system. The direction of the positioning coordinates will actually change with the direction the person is facing.

Now, logically speaking, Hirota Masami should be ahead of them, but if the dot on the map appears on the right hand side, that would be very telling.

"Where is your beacon?"

"…on my watch."

Conan was a little embarrassed to say it, but due to the important matter at hand, he could only recount the whole process of how he accidentally fell on the ground in the Mouri Kogoro Detective Agency and stuck the signal tag on the watch of Hirota Masami who happened to come to the agency to ask for a relative search.

“That means the watch should be in Hirota Akira’s hands now,” Serabelle said confidently.

"But why..." Conan was stunned.

"I do not know."

Serabelle gives Baidu high-quality answers.

Because the series of changes happened too suddenly, they still don't know why Hirota Akira wanted to kill Hirota Kenzo. Instead of thinking hard and torturing themselves, it is better to catch up with him and ask him clearly.

This is the simplest and most effective solution at the moment. No matter how much you say, it will be useless.

Conan obviously agreed with this point of view, so he kept silent.

After a while, as if he felt that the silence in the car was a little too heavy, he looked hesitantly at Serabel, who was sitting in the driver's seat with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand resting his chin on the car door.

"that……"

"Ok?"

"Why are you willing to believe me? Generally speaking, it's impossible for anyone to believe a seven-year-old elementary school student if he says he knows where someone is, right?"

"Why can't you believe it?"

Serabelle slightly raised her index and middle fingers that were on the steering wheel as if raising her hand.

"Besides, do you have any misunderstanding about the concept of normal elementary school students? Do you think normal elementary school students would rush to the crime scene as soon as they heard someone was killed, and would not even scream or even go weak when they saw the tragically dead body?"

"Uh……"

Conan thought about it seriously and found that he was unable to refute it for the moment.

It seems that this is indeed the case?

"Besides, isn't it normal for a seven-year-old to be able to do this?"

Serabelle unwrapped the Alpine lollipop, took a sip, and waved it in her hand like a baton. "When I was seven, I was much more exaggerated than you. Besides... who in this world doesn't have some little secrets?"

After saying that, without waiting for Conan's reply, he stepped on the accelerator and caught up with the gradually loosening traffic flow in front.

And the night in Tokyo began to fall quietly.

Chapter 33 Give Xiao Ke a Tuo

Due to the traffic conditions in the city, the taxi does not travel very fast.

But there was no other way. In order to prevent the tracking action from being exposed, Serabelle and Conan could only patiently follow slowly.

Fortunately, the taxi was heading out of the city.

The two cars drove slowly towards the outside of the city, one in front of the other, like snails crawling along the river bank, always maintaining a relatively safe distance.

The bustling neon lights are on the left, and the road ahead is on the right.

Finally, as the taxi turned right again and merged into the main road leaving the city, the traffic situation ahead suddenly became clear and the road suddenly became wider.

The taxi began to speed up, and Serabel also quietly sped up, but he only sped up a little bit, which further lengthened the distance between the two cars.

This is a necessary insurance measure. Otherwise, if the car in front of you turns at a fork in the road and you rush past it without noticing, the tracking action will fail.

You have to keep some margin.

"very strange……"

In the co-pilot's seat, Conan stared at the map on his phone screen and spoke.

"I did some research and found that there are almost no places to turn off on both sides of this road. The only way to get to Gunma Prefecture is through this road. Is Miss Hirota Masami going to Gunma Prefecture?"

"It's possible."

Serabelle answered casually, glancing at the screen on the phone of the person in front of her.

The navigation was of course real-time. In the picture, they were almost two kilometers away from the Tokyo city area. If they drove a few more kilometers, there would be a branch road that they could drive out of.

Conan let out a cry when he noticed the gaze on his left.

"It's unlikely here. It used to be a warehouse dock, but because the place was small and remote, it was abandoned when I was a child."

It sounds like you are not the same as when you were a kid now...

Serabelle silently withdrew her gaze.

Perhaps this was exactly what the prophecy was talking about. After the two cars maintained a fixed distance and fought for a few minutes, the taxi in front suddenly began to slow down and moved towards the edge lane little by little.

Conan also noticed this unusual situation and hurriedly looked down at the map on his mobile phone. He was a little dumbfounded.

According to the map, they were about to arrive at the abandoned dock warehouse, but Ms. Hirota Masami was going to get off here? Was that true?

"Well, anyway, let's go there first..."

"Not urgent."

With just two words, Serabelle rejected his immature idea. She did not move to the edge of the lane, but just slightly eased off the accelerator and reduced the speed as much as possible within a reasonable range... to a level that would at least prevent the car behind from honking and cursing.

On the other side, two hundred meters away, at the intersection of the highway leading to the abandoned dock warehouse, the taxi turned and stopped on the side of the road.

Hirota Masami paid the fare, got off the car and closed the door. After looking around to confirm that no one was following her, she turned around and walked onto the rough gravel road without asphalt. Without looking back, she quickened her pace towards the ruins of the dock in the distance, which was without any lights and looked like a dormant monster in the night. Her figure disappeared into the darkness.

Conan saw Serabelle driving past the stopped taxi at high speed without even looking back, and with no intention of stopping at all. He once again turned into the anxious King and didn't even sit properly on the chair. He stood up, knelt on one knee in the seat, put his face against the car window, and started shouting towards the back.

"Stop the car! Stop the car now! It's passing by! Hey--!"

Serabelle didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Idiot, you must drive forward a distance, otherwise what are you going to do? Wherever she parks, do we stop there too?"

Besides, as long as the other party is not stupid, he would have recognized it as early as when he was at the hotel elevator... he added in his mind.

After driving forward for nearly a hundred meters, until he saw Hirota Masami turn around and leave the taxi and start again, Serabel gradually slowed down and stopped on the ramp beside the highway.