I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"That's our mother!"

"Mother?"

Serabelle was stunned for a moment, and was unable to react for a moment.

The main reason was that Akai Mary had shown him a photo of her sister before, who was also a blonde beauty, but Miyano Akemi had black hair, and the roots of her hair didn't look like they were dyed black.

Oh, no, come to think of it, Zhenchun also has black hair... That's fine.

"Yes, that's our mother." Miyano Akemi repeated what she had just said, and then her expression was a little depressed. "But my mother passed away a long time ago. Because of a fire in the laboratory of the organization, she and my father died together. Her whereabouts are still unknown... So for me, Shiho is the only relative in this world. Please save her!"

"Then do you know the exact location of the organization's base?" Serabelle looked down at her grabbed arm.

"……do not know."

"Then can you take the initiative to contact your sister?"

“…I can’t do that either.”

The mobile phone numbers of all core members of the organization are monitored in real time. When she sends a message, Shiho will receive it, but Gin will also receive it at the same time.

Therefore, the communication channel was also blocked.

After a while, Miyano Akemi sighed like a deflated ball, and her shoulders drooped a little.

"I am just a peripheral staff. Even every time I visit Shiho, Shiho comes to me on her own initiative in her free time, and there are always people from the organization around her."

"That's it. We can only take it slow and consider it in the long run."

Serabelle pulled her hand away and turned off the lights in the car.

He turned on the turn signal and stepped on the accelerator. The car body vibrated slightly and slowly moved forward.

"Anyway, I'll take you to the hotel now."

"Go, go to the hotel? What for?"

Having just killed an accomplice in a bank robbery in a hotel less than two hours ago, Miyano Akemi immediately became nervous when she heard that she had to go to the hotel.

Serabelle shrugged.

"Of course I booked a room."

I changed the title of the book. I feel that this one is more to the point. The original title is a bit "narrow" in generalization.

But anyway, it's just the title that's changed, the cover hasn't changed, so it shouldn't get lost...

In fact, someone also recommended me to change the cover in the thread xd, but I quite like the look of disdain on the face of Akai Mary looking at the pervert, so generous.

Oh, by the way, there is also good news. It seems that the trial promotion has been promoted and I have successfully got a popular new book recommendation. It’s really great.

Yebiyebi~

Chapter 37: Rewards for Telling the Truth, Punishments for Talking Nonsense

It is a hotel room, but not the one you imagine.

At least not this time.

Ten minutes later, a black Audi stopped downstairs of a hotel near the center of Tokyo.

The hotel is not of high quality, nor is it located in the most prosperous and lively area of ​​Tokyo, but as long as you open the curtains in the guest room and look south, you will definitely see the Metropolitan Police Department building standing hundreds of meters away in the night with its police lights flashing precisely.

Highlight a sense of security.

"Then Miss Miyano, you stay here today. I will come over tomorrow at noon or maybe in the afternoon."

"OK, all right."

After briefly speaking to Miyano Akemi, who had just experienced a great ups and downs in her life, at the door of the guest room, Serabell turned and went downstairs.

By the time he got back to the car, Conan, who had been sleeping soundly in the back seat, had finally woken up.

The first words he said were -

"Where am I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, completely meaningless nonsense came from the front row.

"In the palm of my hand, I don't know who you are, but I'm about to start shocking you severely."

"?"

What a mess! You kidnapped the person without even knowing who he was, and electrocuted him without asking any questions, right?

Conan, who was not fully conscious to begin with, felt even more confused after being teased.

Fortunately, a familiar face in the front row turned around and looked over the next second.

"Wake up, it's just a knife attack, it shouldn't be enough to cause amnesia, right?"

"Uh……"

The horrible delay caused by sitting on Mars and connecting directly to the Earth with the Great Wall Broadband is still affecting Conan's thinking, but even so, the expression on his face is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From being completely bewildered to having some enlightenment, and then to pondering, he finally suddenly realized.

"Ms. Yami! How's Miss Yami?!"

"Alive, don't worry, no harm at all."

Serabelle waved her hand to indicate that there was no need to get so excited, and then pointed at the co-pilot.

"Would you like to sit in the front so it's easier to talk?"

Conan thought for a second, then followed suit.

After all, he also had a lot of questions to ask Serabelle.

The car door opened and closed. Conan got out of the car very politely, then got back up again, sat down in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and then couldn't wait to speak.

"Now Miss Yamei..."

"Wait a minute. Before I answer your question, I have a few questions for you to answer. Only after I get your answer can I consider whether to answer your question or not."

Serabelle raised her index finger to stop Conan from continuing.

"First question, who are you?"

"I……"

Conan's voice paused and his face suddenly froze.

This was his mistake. The duo of black-clad men, Gin and Vodka, had left such a deep impression on him that when he saw them at the dock earlier, he subconsciously mentioned that he had been drugged and made smaller.

"Of course I'm Edogawa Conan. Brother Sera knows that, uh, haha, hahaha..." The boy with glasses scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

"Well said. Do you think I believe it?" Serabel glanced at him with contempt.

"Forget it. I'll just reveal two things. First, the two men in black who made your body smaller are called Gin and Vodka. The former has long silver hair and the latter has an overbite and a huge chin. You should have some impression of them. Their organization is also the target I'm tracking down."

"Secondly, my identity is that of a trainee investigator for MI6. I have an official certificate."

Serabelle took out the MI6 ID card she carried with her, opened it and showed it to him, then put it away again.

"Okay, so let's get back to the point. Who are you? Tell the truth and you'll be rewarded. Talk nonsense and you'll be punished."

"…What's the reward?"

"Maybe a bowl of ramen, maybe a sushi meal. After all, it's so late and I haven't had dinner yet."

"…What about the punishment?"

"Snow."

"what?"

Conan didn't understand the joke and was stunned.

A brief silence enveloped the car. After a while, he slowly exhaled, took off his glasses, and abandoned the pretending to be cute child's tone.

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I was a high school detective before this."

"Oh."

Serabelle nodded and added.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I've heard of it."

"..."

He was telling the truth, but for Conan it was like a huge blow like being killed headfirst on a stone pillar in a 100-meter sprint. An inexplicable feeling of frustration instantly surged into his heart.

After all, he is a detective who is well-known in Kanto. Even Inspector Megure calls him "brother"!

But then again, Inspector Megure seems to call everyone "brother", including Uncle Mori, the bad chess player in the detective world, who is also his brother. If you really count it that way...hmm...

So Conan became even more silent.

He took out his cell phone and searched for the keyword "Kudo Shinichi", randomly picking a photo of his face that had been on the news headlines in recent months, took off his glasses and placed the phone parallel to the side of his head.

"So, you can see it now!"

"Hmm...well, I can tell that it is indeed the same person."

There are similar courses in MI6, for example, inferring the target's current appearance from a photo taken twenty years ago, so Serabelle came to the conclusion after just a quick glance.

"In fact, you don't even need to take off your glasses. You can still see it without taking off your glasses."

"Is it that obvious?!"

"Otherwise, those aren't Superman's glasses."

"……Oh."

Conan was a little depressed, muttering to himself that as long as Xiaolan and Uncle Maori couldn't notice it, it would be fine.

The shrunken high school detective took a deep breath.

"Forget it. Compared to this, what is Miss Yamei's situation now?"

Serabelle stroked her chin and said, "Well, I didn't want to tell you this, but considering that I might need your help later, I'll just mention it."

"First of all, the Miss Hirota Masami you know is actually a member of the Black Organization, but she is just a peripheral member. She has a younger sister who is a core member. Her job in the organization is to develop drugs, and the drug she developed is likely the same as the one you took. However, for some reason, we cannot contact her at the moment, so we have to think about this matter carefully."

"This... means that as long as I can find Miss Yami's sister, I can make an antidote to restore my body, right?" Conan sorted out the cause and effect in an instant and couldn't help but get a little excited.

"Maybe. Listen carefully. I said maybe."

Serabelle raised a second finger.

"Secondly, in other words, we can now be considered to have something to ask of Miss Yamei and her sister. Miss Yamei is currently on the Black Organization's list and should be considered dead. As long as she doesn't show up in public, she will be safe. So the most urgent task now is to find a place for her to stay. Do you have anyone you can trust?"

"Someone you can trust..."

In fact, when Conan heard the question, a suitable name had already popped up in his mind.

But he paused, thought about it, and then spoke.

"I think Dr. Agasa's side is okay."

"Is it that Dr. Agasa again? But from your previous description, he should be a single man." Serabell did not comment.

"He is indeed a single male, but..." Conan pulled out a photo from his phone, "He probably looks like this."

"Ok?"

Serabelle watched intently.

The photo on the phone screen showed an old man who was as fat as a Snorlax, wearing round-frame glasses and a big nose, and looked quite kind. He had white hair and beard, a bald head, and was wearing a white coat that fits the stereotype of a scientific researcher.

"Hmm~ It looks like it should be safe, but are you sure it's okay to live in his house?"

"I don't think there will be any problem." Conan scratched his head. "Dr. Agasa is a very nice person. He also knows that I am Kudo Shinichi. My family and his family have been neighbors for more than ten years. I often went there to play when I was a child. Besides, the doctor must be quite bored living alone for so many years. He would be very happy to have someone to talk to."

"No, no, no, what I want to say is that generally speaking, the living environment of men living alone is usually not well maintained, and the place may not be considered spacious." Serabelle paused and glanced suspiciously, "Where did you live originally?"

"Mika-cho 2-chome 21."

Backwards.

"I've been there. It seems to be a villa area?"