I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

This question was obviously directed at a certain Osaka black chicken.

Upon hearing this, Hattori Heiji put down his chopsticks and recalled the past carefully.

"I haven't encountered any strange people, but there has been a murder. The deceased was the director of the Captain Ghost series, and the murderer was forced to commit the crime because of threats. As for the person who threatened him..."

"It's Vermouth."

Serabelle spoke for him.

The obvious result was already reflected in the content of the invitation letter.

"Ah."

Hattori Heiji nodded solemnly, "The murderer who was coerced into killing also said so... but I didn't expect that Vermouth would actually stage a murder scene to divert your attention. But in this way, the people in that organization will not have any doubts about Kudo's death. Yesterday, after the case was solved, I took off my disguise in public to reveal my identity, and confessed that I had not been able to contact Kudo for a long time."

Before, he had never dared to say that Kudo took into consideration the presence of Sera Masumi, but now that Serabelle had taken the initiative to propose it, there was nothing to worry about.

"I can't say for sure, but it would be nice if they could believe it so easily." Serabell took a bite of the octopus ball.

"Hey, let's talk about it later~"

As if unwilling to continue such a heavy topic, Hattori Heiji waved his chopsticks and slurped the noodles again, speaking incoherently.

"Anyway, next time something like this happens, just remember to call me... Well, I may not be able to do that in the near future."

"What's wrong? Are you busy with something?"

The topic returned to normal, and Conan's tone also became relaxed.

Then Hattori Heiji was heard lowering his head and making a muffled hum from his bowl of noodles.

"Like I said last time, we're going to have a kendo tournament in Kansai soon, and I'm the captain of our school's kendo club, so I have to prepare well... Damn it, I can't lose to that guy again this time."

"Who is it?" Conan asked curiously.

"You don't know him, his name is Okita Souji, a very cocky guy."

"It sounds like he's very sick."

Serabelle commented.

"No, no, he's not weak at all." Hattori Heiji considered his words, "He's just a little bit cocky, but as a person... well, he's pretty impressive."

"But Hattori-kun should be pretty powerful too, right?"

At this time, Sera Masumi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Being the club leader basically means you are the best in the club. When I was studying in England, I was the best in the Jeet Kune Do club of my high school."

"Number one in Jeet Kune Do!?"

Hattori Heiji was surprised. He didn't expect that the steel-chested boy in front of him, who always showed his cute fangs when he smiled, was actually a Jeet Kune Do master.

"But I'm only first in the girls' group. There are still boys who are better than me." Sera Masumi touched the back of his head and smiled, "And if we really want to talk about the best, it has to be my brother."

She put her hand on Serabelle's shoulder and was about to continue but stopped.

"Uh... by the way, brother, have you ever learned Jeet Kune Do?"

"No."

As she spoke, Serabelle had already finished her ramen, picked up the bowl and drank the remaining soup, then took a napkin from the table to wipe her mouth.

"To be precise, I have never learned anything systematically."

"Is this true? What about kendo? You haven't learned it either?" Hattori Heiji was surprised again.

Although it had been a week, he still clearly remembered the unstoppable and terrifying attack when Serabelle and Jack the Ripper fought in the game space.

At least if he was the one fighting at that time, he might not even last ten seconds.

"I haven't learned anything."

Serabelle shook her head.

"Knowing how to use a sword and having learned kendo are two different things. Besides, can you recall if the sword technique I used at that time was similar to any you know?"

"..."

Indeed, the famous swordsmanship schools in Japan are nothing more than Nakajo-ryu, Tomita-ryu, Meikyo Shisui-ryu, Hokushin Ittoryu, Tenshin Ittoryu and so on.

The swordsmanship used by Serabelle at that time did not belong to any of these categories.

After much thought, Hattori Heiji felt that the only thing he could call him was - Kenpachi Zaraki.

In this way, the leisure lunch time passed quickly. After lunch, Serabel originally planned to let Sera Masumi go back by herself if she wanted to, since the city center was not far from home anyway. He and Conan sent Hattori Heiji to the high-speed rail station.

But just as the four of them had taken two steps out of the commercial plaza, Serabel's cell phone rang.

I picked up the phone, answered it, and Mrs. Suzuki's voice came out.

"Bell, are you free this afternoon? I was supposed to go to a private concert this afternoon, but something suddenly happened and I can't go. Can you go in my place?"

"..."

No, what do you mean by replace? It was okay last time when I replaced Sonoko, but this time I directly replaced the madam. What are you trying to do?

Chapter 369: Mrs. Suzuki, the wonder that ruined the country!

After sending Hattori Heiji on the high-speed train to leave Tokyo, Serabell went to the concert venue with Sera Masumi and Conan.

Originally, Conan hadn't planned to go along.

Apart from the fact that he had no artistic talent at all, like some real old Londoner, it was pure imprisonment for him to go to such an elegant place.

What's more, it was an internal concert. A primary school student like him who had no power or influence and was not invited would not be allowed in even if he went.

...until he received a text message.

It was 1:30 in the afternoon, and the three arrived at the concert venue on time.

I have to say, it is indeed elegant.

Generally speaking, if a modern international metropolis like Japan wants to hold a concert, it will usually be in a place like the Beika City Hall where the Syndor Company held a trial exhibition before.

Mrs. Suzuki's so-called internal concert was held in a magnificent opera house.

There is a huge square in front of the opera house. As Conan stepped onto the square, he looked up at the magnificent building in front of him and couldn't help but admire it.

"How magnificent! If I remember correctly, this opera house was recently completed..."

Although the opera house is newly built, it still retains its retro appearance and is very Victorian in style. Its stone exterior walls and pointed roof make it look like a European palace in the afternoon sun.

Crossing the square and entering the opera house, you will see that the interior decoration is even more luxurious, with marble floors with gorgeous patterns and golden crystal chandeliers overhead, as if even the air is filled with a noble atmosphere.

Like many opera houses, this one has only one performance hall.

When the three of them passed the lobby and arrived at the door of the performance hall, they unexpectedly saw several familiar figures at the door.

It was Inspector Megure, accompanied by Deputy Inspector Shiratori, as well as Officer Takagi and Officer Sato. The four of them were standing at the door, two on the left and two on the right, all with their arms folded across their chests, looking deep in thought with their heads down.

It's a very intriguing scene.

Normally, if the people attending the concert are of high status and require adequate security measures, there should be police officers standing guard outside. If you are willing to spend the money, there will even be police helicopters patrolling over the opera house.

But when they came in, there was no such thing outside. On the contrary, it was very quiet and they didn't see anyone along the way.

As a result, I saw this scene when I got to the door, and it made it seem like someone was dead inside.

Probably not...

Serabelle thought to herself as she approached and spoke out in confusion.

"Inspector Megure? Why are you here too?"

Ok?

A familiar voice came into his ears. Inspector Megure, who was thinking with his head down, supporting his elbows and pinching his chin, was obviously stunned for a moment. After about half a second, he came to his senses and raised his head, seeing the three people who had walked up to him.

"Oh, it's Brother Sera, Miss Sera, and Conan. Um... We did come here for something today. Oh, by the way, Professor Agasa and Brother Mori are already inside, you can go in too."

Professor Agasa? And Uncle Mori? Wasn't it said to be an internal concert?

Serabelle thought about it for a moment, and considering Conan's attitude had changed 180 degrees after receiving the text message... he seemed to have a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

At the same time, Officer Takagi, like a doorman, took the initiative to open the door to the performance hall for Serabelle and the other two.

It seems that they are not going to reveal more information.

Is it inconvenient to disclose?

Without thinking too much, Serabelle nodded slightly in greeting.

"Okay, then we'll go in first."

The concert inside had not officially started yet. When the three entered the performance hall, they looked around and found that the entire hall was still empty. Dozens of rows of seats from the back to the front were all empty. Apart from the stage, only the first two rows of seats closest to the stage were occupied.

I noticed that the door to the back hall was pushed open, and a fat guy with a head shape that looked like Chestnut in Mario turned around from the front row of the audience.

"Wow~ It's Conan, Brother Sera, and Sister Sera! They're here too!"

The person who made the voice was naturally Genta. Sitting next to him were his two friends Mitsuhiko and Ayumi, as well as Professor Agasa, Kogoro Mori and Ran next to him.

Of course, there is also Miss Sonoko who is never absent.

When she heard Yuantai shouting beside her, she wanted to scold him, but when she heard that Serabelle was also there, she immediately turned around and waved her arms high, her eyes revealing her joy.

"Sera-kun and Masumi-san, come here quickly, this way~"

"coming."

Coming to the stage and sitting next to the garden, Serabelle turned her head curiously and looked around.

"It's supposed to be an internal concert, why us?"

"Yeah, it's us~"

Yuanzi, on the other hand, looked not surprised at all, smiling.

"But it's not really an internal concert. The real concert won't be until the week after next. Today is just a simple rehearsal. Originally, my mom and I were going to come, but my mom had something urgent and couldn't come. And I was bored being alone, so I just called them all over."

"dress rehearsal?"

Serabelle didn't understand.

Logically speaking, shouldn't rehearsals be a preview conducted by middle-level leaders in order to please upper-level leaders and prevent the actors from making mistakes during the formal performance?

When will it be the turn of the Suzuki Group to supervise these rehearsal sessions?

"Oh, they are the ones rehearsing."

Suzuki Sonoko pointed to a white-haired old man who was sitting in front of a piano-like instrument in the middle of the stage with his back to the audience and constantly tuning the instrument.

But although he is an old man, judging from his broad and solid back, his neatly-dressed formal suit, and his carefully groomed, artistic short curly hair, he does not look like an old person at all.

Instead, he looks more like an old musician with high moral character and great respect.

"That's Mr. Hondo Ichihui. He used to be a famous pianist, but later became an organist. He's also one of the main personnel for the music performance next week, and he's in charge of supervising today's rehearsal."

"Princess... isn't that the classroom in my school that was destroyed by Allahu Akbar?" Serabel recalled the church's music school that she had visited in the morning.

"Uh yeah, that's him."

Yuanzi always felt that this description was a bit weird, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded slowly.

In short, just make it clear.

But soon, Serabelle asked another question, waving and nodding at Hondou who was on the stage with his back to the audience.

"So if he's the rehearsal supervisor, why are we here?"

"Well... of course I came here to feel the effect and take a look at the details of the interior construction."

Miss Sonoko shrugged slightly.

"They are just borrowing this place for performances. This opera house belongs to our Suzuki Foundation. Of course, we have to come and see it in person after it is completed."

Serabelle: "..."

Logically speaking, it's fine to build such an opera house in old London or New York's Broadway, but to build one in Tokyo... is there the cultural soil for it?

Mrs. Suzuki, the spectacle has ruined the country!