I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The official performance will not start until three o'clock in the afternoon, so the three hours from lunch to the official start of the performance are both rest time and preparation time.

Just like that, time passed quickly and it was the last half hour before the official performance.

At this time, the performance hall was still empty, with only Suzuki Tomoko and others who arrived in the morning inside.

And according to regulations, guests coming to the concert are allowed to enter fifteen minutes in advance, so the place will be full in just a quarter of an hour.

So strictly speaking, there are only fifteen minutes left for preparation.

But Domoto Issei, who should have finished all the preparatory work and adjusted his mentality to prepare for the performance, was now like an old and irritable bear in a suit. He walked back and forth in the corridor next to the audience seats under the stage with his mobile phone in his hand, looking quite annoyed.

"What's going on? Why did you choose this time... Why don't you answer the phone..."

The old artist's discontented mumbling soon attracted the attention of those around him.

Yamane Shion, a student at Domoto Music Academy, came over with concern.

"Teacher Domoto, what happened?"

"Oh, yes."

With a heavy sigh, Domoto hung up the unanswered call again and sighed helplessly.

"We had originally planned to have Mr. Murat come and adjust the organ before the performance officially began, but now there's still a quarter of an hour before the audience is due to enter, and we don't know where he is, and we can't get through to him on the phone... By the way, have you seen Mr. Murat?"

"I'm sorry, but I didn't see what Mr. Murat said either."

Yamane Shion shook her head apologetically.

At the same time, the entrance door at the end of the entire performance hall facing the stage was pushed open from the outside, and the white-haired elderly piano tuner who had not appeared all morning walked in.

Domoto, who was originally upset because he could not contact the current tuner, saw his old friend coming, and a slight smile suddenly appeared on his old but majestic face.

"Pu and you are here. You told me that something happened this morning. Is everything okay?"

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's basically done."

Pu Hejiang laughed, but his rich life experience made him immediately aware of the strange atmosphere in the hall.

"Hmm, so what happened now? Why do you look so serious, Domoto?"

"Well, I guess so. I was just talking about it..."

Domoto repeated what he had just said to his old friend, and then waved his hand indifferently.

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, we have already adjusted the tuning countless times in the past two days. Missing this one time won't have much of an impact."

After chatting for a few minutes to calm himself down a little, Domoto turned to Suzuki Tomoko and others sitting nearby.

"Then Mrs. Suzuki and the others please go to the terrace upstairs. It will be open to ordinary guests in a little while."

"makes sense."

Suzuki Tomoko smiled slightly, stood up from her seat and walked towards the people around her.

"Then it's about time we change positions."

"Oh, wait a minute..."

The person who spoke was Sera Masumi. When she heard that Suzuki Tomoko was about to change seats, she couldn't help but take out her cell phone from her jacket and suit, and casually flipped through the address book.

"I'll call my brother first and tell him about the change of position. He ran away before and hasn't come back yet. I don't know what he has been doing."

Mrs. Suzuki smiled and said nothing when she heard this. She just waited patiently for the girl with tiger teeth to finish her call.

Soon, the phone was connected after a few rings, and the boy's unclear voice came from the phone.

"Hello? What's wrong?"

"What's going on? The show is about to start. There are only fifteen minutes left. We are ready to go upstairs."

Although he knew that the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it, Sera Masumi still closed his eyes.

"Where are you now, bro?"

"Ah...it might take me a while."

The voice of Serabel on the other end of the phone was sometimes clear and sometimes unclear, as if he was holding something in his mouth and then putting it down, and occasionally there was the sound of metal screws falling to the ground.

The girl with tiger teeth was confused by what she heard.

"No, brother, what are you doing over there, repairing the car?"

"That's about right. Let's just leave it at that." The movement from Serabelle stopped for a moment. "Anyway, Zhenchun, you guys go up first. I'll be back before the show starts. It's Terrace No. 3, right? I know."

"Anyway, come back soon."

Knowing that it would be useless no matter how much she said at this moment, Sera Masumi simply let him be.

Anyway, I have said everything that needs to be said.

"learn."

After the words were spoken, the young man on the other end of the phone became busy again.

There were still all kinds of clanging sounds, as if it was a car repair shop.

……

A moment later, twenty-nine minutes passed in the last half hour before the show began.

The performance hall, which was empty not long ago, is now packed.

Looking down from the high terraces on both sides, the entire audience below was filled with black people, all dressed in suits and famous musicians from all over the world.

There was less than a minute left before the official performance began, and the huge space was completely silent.

On the stage, Domoto Isshige sat in front of the organ, leaving only a broad and heavy back to the audience below.

Behind him, Shion Yamane was carrying a Stradivarius on his shoulder, with a compassionate expression on his face, as if he had already entered the state.

And Reiko Akiba, wearing a white long dress, was standing in the center of the stage, looking like a goddess descending under the spotlight.

Everyone consciously turned off their phones and kept silent. In such a quiet and even sacred environment, even the sound of clothes rubbing against each other when adjusting their sitting posture seemed to be a great disrespect.

The only area where you can whisper is Terrace No. 3 on the upper left side of the performance hall, because it is higher than the ground and is blocked by a fence.

On the terrace, Sera Masumi raised her chin and glanced at the still empty chair next to her, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Really? Why hasn't my brother come back yet..."

"Maybe there is something wrong."

Suzuki Tomoko said softly.

The scene changes, and on the other side, there is a terrace located right above the entrance and exit of the performance hall... Actually, to be precise, it is not a terrace, but a corridor connecting the stairs leading to the second floor from the performance hall and the terrace.

In terms of the view, this place is even better than the terraces on both sides. You can see the scene on the stage from the front, and the experience is a bit like the last row in a movie theater.

The prelude of the organ in the performance hall below has begun. In the grand sound field, a black figure puts his hands on the corridor railing and lets out a sinister laugh in the dark corner.

"Yes, that's it. Start your final performance... Damn Domoto Ichibi! And the one who betrayed my deceased son..."

Boom!

Before he could finish his words, a sack that seemed to be filled with something heavy and solid was put down heavily behind the black figure.

Then came the nonchalant yet slightly teasing voice of Serabelle.

"I have to say, you are quite good at hiding these bombs, right?"

Chapter 390: Taunting

who! ?

Almost subconsciously, he shuddered, and the black shadow, whose hands were still on the handrail of the corridor, suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

What came into view was the boy's expressionless face.

And reflected in the boy's eyes was another equally familiar and old face.

Amid the grand music playing on the stage below, the noise the two made in the corridor was almost negligible.

In front of the old man, Serabelle kicked a whole sack of bombs that she had removed from various places in the opera house.

"A surprise, Mr. Puhe?"

"You are……"

Pu Hejiang opened his mouth slightly, but he was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

After all, he had loaded the bombs into the sacks one by one with his own hands just a few hours ago.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone else to know about this matter except him, but now...

Forcing himself to calm down, Pu Hejiang frowned and looked puzzled.

"Young man, why are you here? It's performance time now. If you are here to attend the performance today, please go back to the audience. And what's in your bag?"

As he spoke, he was about to come up to pick up the bomb that fell from the bag at Serabelle's feet.

But the next second, the hand that was extended was kicked away.

"I suggest you not waste your last chance to save your life on such nonsense."

Serabelle still maintained the posture she had after kicking, looking down at the old man who was hunched over and stiff in front of her, with obvious indifference revealed on her face which rarely showed any emotion.

It's not indifference to people, but indifference to life.

"Why, do you still want to continue pretending to have lost your memory? You were the one who put drugs in Miss Akiba's thermos a few days ago, weren't you? And you were the one who stole a truck from a nearby construction site and drove it over people in the Beika Town residential area, weren't you? And of course you were the one who shot at us in the forest park on Monday. Are you sure you want to continue pretending to be stupid, Mr. Puhe?"

"..."

Pu Hejiang was silent for a while, then stood up and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand what you are saying."

"Really."

Serabelle shrugged.

"If that's the case, then Mr. Puhe must not have any impression of the name Soma Hikaru, right?"

“…Never heard of it.”

Pu and Jiang chose to be stubborn to the end.

Then he saw Serabelle nodded as if satisfied.

"That's great. To be honest, I'm worried about how to deal with these bombs. If that's the case, I plan to take these bombs to Mr. Soma Hikaru's grave, pile them together, and then detonate them all at once..."

"stop!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Pu Hejiang, who had a calm expression a moment ago, suddenly widened his eyes, and his old face looked like a furious King Kong.

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something wrong. Because of the provocation from the other party, he was emotionally impulsive and exposed his true thoughts. He could not help but glare at the young man in front of him angrily.

Serabelle spread her hands and said, "Oh, I thought Mr. Puhe was so old that he had Alzheimer's and even forgot his own son's name. It seems that he still remembers it clearly, right?"

"You...how did you know that?!"

There was no need to hide it any longer at this point. Pu Hejiang gritted his teeth in anger and squeezed out each word from between his teeth.

However, Serabelle was not affected by his emotions at all, and still looked like the breeze blowing over the hills.

"Just look at the photos. Mr. Soma and Mr. Fuhe looked almost exactly the same when you were young. Although your face has changed as you have grown older, including your graying hair, many of your features have not changed."

"So that's why. Is it because I killed those four beasts?" Pu Hejiang sneered.

“You could say it is, but it’s not.”

Serabelle explained slowly.

"In the beginning, I actually didn't connect the attack on Ms. Akiba with the explosion at the Domoto Music Academy. I thought they were two completely unrelated events until I went to the guard at the entrance of the academy and asked him about it."

"After all, that day happened to be Saturday, and the students in the music school were on holiday. In addition, there was an explosion a while ago, and the iron railings around the entire school were equipped with high-voltage power grids. Normally, it would be impossible to climb over the wall to get in."

"So there were only two people who entered and left the Domoto Music Academy that day. One was Ms. Akiba, and the other was you... Mr. Fuhe."

"And what's even more coincidental is that according to Ms. Akiba's recollection, the only time she left the cup was when she was at the Domoto Music Academy. She had just finished singing practice and was going to the bathroom, and the cup was left in the classroom with her backpack and other things."

"That means either all of this was directed and acted by Miss Qiu Ting herself, or it could only be you who did it. That's when I turned my attention to you, Mr. Puhe."

Having said this, Serabelle paused for a moment.

"So I went to the Metropolitan Police Department to investigate you two, and found that the four victims who had parts of the flute found at the crime scene had several common features."