I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

I even hugged him tighter...it was a bit difficult to breathe.

But the next second, Reiko Akiba opened her eyes, and her pupils, which were red with a hint of brown, were clear and bright.

It wasn't like she really wasn't fully asleep yet, she was just feeling a little lazy.

I don't want to get up. I want to stay in bed with Serabelle...

I don't want to go out. I want to stay in bed with Serabelle...

I don't want to see Mrs. Suzuki. I want to stay in bed with Serabelle...

Reiko Akita lowered her head and kissed the boy lightly on the forehead, then sighed softly.

"I feel like I'm going to degenerate if I stay with you for too long."

Hearing the sigh, Serabelle, who had just managed to pull her face out from between the two mountains, raised her head, looked up through the gap between the canyons, and said in a muffled voice.

"So exaggerated?"

"Ah."

"real or fake……"

"real."

After saying the word "really", Akitaba Reiko lowered her head and smiled gently.

"If it were in the past, I would have to get up at eight o'clock at the latest, and I would have eaten breakfast and packed up before nine o'clock to go out for exercise and vocal training. But now it's already past nine o'clock, and I'm still lying in bed with you."

"It doesn't matter. We already practiced today's exercises last night," said Serabel.

"Stupid, what nonsense are you talking about."

Reiko Akiba thought he was talking about the period from seven to nine o'clock last night, and was about to retort that vocal training is something that you have to do every day, but just as the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly reacted, and after a brief pause, her cheeks instantly turned slightly pink.

Uh……

When she came to her senses, she raised her hand in embarrassment and patted Serabelle on the head.

"No nonsense!"

"……Oh."

In fact, it cannot be said that Serabelle is talking nonsense, but perhaps because of Reiko Akiba's profession, her voice becomes higher and higher whenever she is deeply moved.

To give an inappropriate example, it's a bit like playing eighth notes.

Therefore, Serabelle gave her the nickname "Aerobic Voice Training", but this nickname was vetoed by Miss Akita with her girlfriend privileges.

"But if I remember correctly, the room phone should also have a function for ordering food." Serabel took a deep breath.

"is it?"

Reiko Akita asked curiously.

"Well, let me take a look."

As Serabelle spoke, she turned sideways and supported herself with one hand to sit up on the bed. She moved the telephone on the bedside table and looked at the function descriptions of each key.

"I saw it. If I remember correctly, there is this function... That means if you don't want to go out to the restaurant for breakfast, you can order it in the bedroom and have the waiter bring it to you. Do you want to order?"

"No, I can't."

Reiko Akita agreed reluctantly and nodded.

She didn't want to go out anyway, so it would be best if she could have breakfast in the room with Serabelle.

"Then I'll make a call."

Said Serabelle as she picked up the phone and dialed the restaurant's number.

"Hello, this is room 235. I'd like to reserve two breakfasts. The delivery time is... o'clock. Thank you."

Although it is only nine o'clock now, considering the current situation, Reiko Akiba will definitely pull him to lie down for a while after hanging up the phone, plus the time for the two of them to wash up after getting up, ten o'clock is just the right time.

So after completing the appointment, Serabelle hung up the phone, turned around and plunged into the canyon of Reiko Akiba again.

……

I have to say that the service on the Yashiro Group cruise ship is quite good. It was exactly 10 o'clock, without even a minute's error, and a metal cart with two breakfasts appeared outside the room door on time.

Serabelle and Reiko Akiba enjoyed breakfast in the room.

About half an hour later, when breakfast was almost finished, Serabell called the restaurant again.

However, this time the waitress who came to collect the tableware arrived a little late. Before pushing the food cart into the room, she even kept turning her head to look at the other side of the corridor at the door, and no one knew what she was looking at.

After Serabelle stepped aside to let him in, she also looked in the same direction and saw Kogoro Mouri, Conan and others blocking the door of a room in the distance, along with two cruise ship managers.

In particular, there was a young woman who looked like an assistant. She was pressing the door handle hard and seemed to be shouting something loudly.

what happened again?

Out of curiosity, Serabelle walked over to take a look, then patted Conan on the shoulder.

"What's going on?"

"Eh? Oh, it's you. You scared me..."

Conan was originally concentrating on the movement inside the door, and was suddenly startled when someone patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Serabell. He was relieved on the spot, but immediately shook his head.

"It's hard to say. I just found out that President Yashiro is missing, so I came to look for Mrs. Yashiro in time. But now Mrs. Yashiro, who should be in the room, is silent. I don't know if it's..."

"Okay, bye, I won't get involved then."

Sensing that the next step would be the traditional performing arts, Serabelle turned around and was about to leave.

But at this moment, the female assistant, who could no longer suppress her inner panic, took out the master key, swiped the access control card, and pushed the door open with force.

A strong smell of blood wafted out from inside in an instant.

Looking in from the outside, a middle-aged woman in a bathrobe was lying in a pool of black blood, with a sharp knife stuck in her heart, flashing with a cold light.

"…Great, I knew this would happen."

Serabel, who failed to escape in time, silently covered her face.

Chapter 500: Do you need someone to accompany you for morning exercises? Conan is puzzled

It was still the same old traditional routine, starting with screaming and panicking when the body was discovered, and then quickly being taken over by professionals.

The assistant who was responsible for opening the door, Ms. Kaho Tsujimoto, was so frightened by seeing the corpse that she almost fainted on the spot. She was quickly helped to another place by the cruise ship restaurant manager Naoya Misaki to rest and calm down.

Now the only ones left at the scene were Serabelle, Conan and Kogoro Mouri.

With two minors facing an adult, Kogoro Mouri immediately demonstrated the responsibility that an adult should have. He walked to the door of the room alone and waved to the two people behind him.

"Okay, you two little guys stay outside, I will handle the situation inside..."

"Wait a minute, let me do it."

Serabel interrupted him, then took out disposable gloves and shoe covers and put them on. She walked to the door of the room, pushed Kogoro Mouri aside, and raised her gloved hands.

"Uncle Maori, you don't have any protective gear on you. It's a big taboo to enter the crime scene without any protection. I think you've been taught this even in the police academy."

"This……"

Kogoro Mori was choked all of a sudden.

Indeed, this is what was taught in the first practical training class in the police academy.

However, he no longer works in the police force. He is mentally relaxed. Moreover, he is already the famous Detective Maori, with the passive skill "Everyone in the world knows you" which is 100% triggered. Normally, if someone finds him at the crime scene, they would be ecstatic, let alone suspicious.

Because as long as he is there, it means the case will be solved, and he won't care about details like whether to wear gloves or shoe covers.

As a result, he was stopped outside the crime scene by a young boy because of this.

But he couldn't refute it yet.

"By the way, this is yours."

Before entering the room, Serabelle stopped, thought for a moment, and took out another pair of gloves and shoe covers from her body, and threw them to Conan who was looking at her eagerly.

Seeing this, Kogoro Mori felt completely unbalanced.

"Hey! Why give it to that brat? What's the point of giving it to him? Shouldn't it be given to me?"

"Sorry, there are only two pairs, and..."

Serabelle shrugged and glanced towards the room.

Looking into the room, even though the lights were off, the light coming in from the corridor could still vaguely see the body of "Mrs. Eighth Generation" lying on the side of the bedroom with her legs facing the door, and there was no sign of underwear under her bathrobe.

What this means is that as an adult man, you casually look through a female corpse without the consent of her family, which is somewhat like being an outlaw.

"Come to think of it, I remember that this morning on the deck, uncle, you seemed to have publicly praised Mrs. Yashiro for her beautiful legs, right?"

Conan took the opportunity to finish off the opponent.

Kogoro Mori immediately cast an angry look at him, but remained silent.

After all, he did say these words, and he even said them in public, so many people around him must have heard them.

Serabelle shrugged and said, "So, in order to prevent you from being sued by the Yashiro Group for insulting a corpse, let Conan handle some of the trivial matters. At least the Yashiro Group is not so petty as to sue a seven-year-old child."

After saying that, he took Conan in and closed the door behind him.

Kogoro Mouri, who was still standing in the corridor outside the door, stared at the clear gold-plated house number on the door with wide eyes, and suddenly realized a serious problem.

Wait, what do you mean it's inconvenient for him? But isn't it even more inappropriate to let a little kid look through a corpse?

But it was too late.

……

Inside the room, Serabelle closed the door and immediately turned on the bedroom light at the control switch at the door.

A bright light suddenly shone down from the ceiling. In the air filled with the smell of blood, the body of a woman with a good figure, about fifty years old, fell to the ground with her back facing the sky.

It seemed that he had just taken a shower before the incident. When he was killed, there was a bath towel used to dry his hair on his head, which just covered his open mouth and highlighted his hideous death appearance.

"So this is the wife of the eighth generation." Serabelle came to the body and looked down. "So who is she, the wife of the eighth generation consortium president? When I saw the eighth generation consortium president appear yesterday, he looked to be in his seventies or eighties, right? An old man and a young wife?"

"Of course not, it's my daughter!"

Conan, who had been listening carefully to Kogoro Maori's science lecture at the dinner table last night, corrected him.

"If I remember correctly, her husband's name should be Yashiro Hideto. He was a ship designer and married into the Yashiro Group. He also passed away in an accident a while ago. The cause of death seemed to be that he had a heart attack on the road in front of his home when he was driving away from home. He crashed through the guardrail and fell off the cliff with his car."

"it is good."

Serabelle didn't care whether someone who had nothing to do with her lived or died, and turned directly to Conan.

"Anyway, I've already brought you in, so I'll leave the rest to you. Come on."

"……what?"

Conan, who was originally searching for clues seriously, was stunned by these words and looked up in surprise.

"Hey, are you serious? I thought you were going to help."

"Didn't I help?"

Serabelle covered her mouth and yawned.

"Think about it carefully. If I hadn't helped, it would be Uncle Maori who would be here now. If it was him, he would definitely not let you in to the crime scene. He would even throw you out if he saw you coming in. Then he would investigate the case alone and lead the case in a completely wrong direction, giving the criminal the opportunity to commit further crimes, such as fast-forwarding everything to the bombing of the cruise ship."

"Uh..."

Conan was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, from the perspective of the future son-in-law, he really wants to argue for his father-in-law, but the problem is that debate requires arguments.

However, judging from Kogoro Mori's past history of doing things out of character, he might actually do what Serabelle said.

For example, drive everyone out of the crime scene, and then start to make up your mind by yourself.

"Okay, anyway, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll see if Uncle Maori has left. If he has, I'll go back too."

Serabelle said as she walked towards the door of the room.

Conan quickly called him: "Hey, wait a minute! Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Besides, you just came out of the room, there's no need to go back in such a hurry! Besides, maybe the uncle will bring people here later. How will I explain it to him if he sees a kid like me at the crime scene?"

"Well... you can always find a way."

Serabelle looked helpless.