I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Besides, I just finished breakfast."

"Breakfast? Uh, I thought you weren't afraid of that."

Conan thought he was saying that seeing the crime scene right after a meal would cause physical discomfort.

Serabelle turned her head and rolled her eyes.

"No, I mean I need to go back and do morning exercises with Reiko."

"Huh? Morning exercise?"

Conan was even more confused now.

He thought to himself, why does he need someone to accompany him during morning exercises? Is he so dependent?

Chapter 501 Conan: How come you are so fast?

Of course, saying "morning exercise" was just a joke.

Soon, as Serabell returned to the room, Reiko Akiba had just boiled water in the bedroom and was making tea by the coffee table.

Hearing the sound coming from the door, Reiko Akita put down the kettle in her hand and turned to look in the direction of the sound. She saw a young man who had just entered the door with gloves on his hands and shoe covers on his feet. She couldn't help but frowned in confusion.

"Why did you suddenly disappear just now, and what happened?"

"Well, it can be said that we encountered some unexpected situations."

Serabelle took off all her gloves and shoe covers and threw them on the sink next to the bathroom door. She closed the door tightly before entering the room.

"Remember when the waiter came to clean up the dishes, I looked outside. At that time, I noticed that some people had gathered at the door of one of the rooms not far away, so I went over to take a look."

"Did something unexpected happen?"

Reiko Akita did not relax her brows, but through the boy's description she could roughly guess what had happened.

Anyway, it definitely can't be a good thing.

Serabelle spread her hands and tried to make her tone as light as possible.

"Yes, maybe it was a vendetta or a conflict of interest. Anyway, what has been confirmed so far is that Mrs. Yashiro has been killed. I just went there and saw the body with my own eyes. She died in her room. It is said that President Yashiro is also missing."

"how come……"

Reiko Akita opened her mouth slightly in surprise.

Murder is a word that is both distant and close to most people in the world.

It is distant because it has never happened or been encountered personally, and it is close because this word can often be seen on TV news.

But it is precisely this feeling of being both distant and close that has caused many people to lose their basic awe of this word. Even if they hear it, they feel it is commonplace, unless it really happens to them one day.

Just imagine that you are on a cruise ship sailing on the vast ocean, and someone is killed so quietly while living on the same floor as you, with perhaps less than ten rooms between you.

Reiko Akiba shuddered subconsciously in her heart.

"But fortunately, there is no need to be too nervous at the moment."

Serabelle came to the bedside, unplugged the phone which was still connected to the charging cable, and glanced at the full signal indicator in the upper left corner of the screen.

"The only known dead person is Yashiro's wife. Counting the Yashiro president who is missing, we can roughly guess that the murderer is targeting the Yashiro family. And considering that there is still signal on the phone, it means that the criminal is not crazy enough to turn the entire cruise ship into an isolated island. As long as we are careful and lock the door, there shouldn't be any big problems for the time being... Besides, I think the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department should be on the way now."

"What are you going to do now..."

Seeing Serabelle pick up her phone and walk towards the door, Reiko Akita bit her lower lip.

"I still have to go back to the crime scene to see if I can find any clues."

Serabelle stopped and turned around to speak.

"After all, it's just my guess that the criminal is targeting the Eighth Generation Family. There's no way to ensure that the other party won't hurt innocent people. So in this case, the best way to deal with it is to find the real criminal. We can't pin our hopes on the conscience of the murderer, right?"

"……Um."

Unable to refute, Akiba Reiko could only nod in agreement, but she still did not forget to give instructions.

"But no matter what, you must be careful, put your own safety first, and don't let yourself get hurt, okay?"

"Understood~"

Making an OK gesture to Reiko Akiba, who looked as if a mother is worried about her child even when he is far away, Serabelle put on the gloves and shoe covers she had taken off earlier and turned to go out.

……

On the other side, when Serabelle returned to the crime scene, which was Mrs. Yashiro's room, Conan was crawling on the ground searching back and forth like a puppy.

When Conan heard the sound of the door opening, he sat up with a start. He subconsciously turned his head to look over there. After seeing clearly, he couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, why are you here again? And didn't you just say you were going to go for morning exercise with your girlfriend? Why are you back so soon?"

quick?

Serabelle felt that he was being provoked for no reason, so he also decided to challenge Conan's blind spots in knowledge.

"…Do you know what morning exercises mean?"

"It's nothing more than jogging or doing exercises or something like that." Conan said as a matter of course, "But that should take at least half an hour. You came back in just a few minutes. You didn't go at all... What's that expression on your face?"

Before he could finish his words, Conan was miraculously able to discover that this guy actually gave him a smile that he was not sure whether to describe as meaningful or subtly sarcastic.

It’s very similar to the “Great” cat head emoticon package that was popular on the Internet a few years ago.

Shit, what on earth does this guy mean...

Conan was a little confused for a moment.

The main reason is that Serabel usually has a blank expression on his face most of the time, and he suddenly laughs like this, making it impossible for people to understand what he wants to express.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Serabelle stopped smiling and cut off the topic.

"I just went back to tell Lianzi what happened here, and reminded her to remember to lock the door when I'm not around."

"Oh……"

Hearing this, Conan was slightly stunned, his eyes wandering for a moment, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

However, before he could think more, Serabelle walked up to the body and squatted down.

"So you have been searching here for so long, have you found anything?"

"Well, almost."

Conan came back to his senses instantly after hearing that. He stood up and went to the desk beside the bed and took something that looked like a form.

"Take a look at this. I just found this. It looks like Mrs. Eighth's daily schedule."

"Oh?"

Serabelle took a quick glance at it and hummed in a lowered tone.

He saw a densely packed schedule on it, with time accurate to the minute, and basically a new task had to be done every half hour.

For example, you have to get up and wash at seven in the morning, someone will bring you breakfast at seven-thirty, you have to meet guests at eight, play tennis with someone at eight-thirty, and do something else after nine o'clock... In comparison, the step of taking a shower only occupies the smallest part of the many arrangements in the morning, with only fifteen minutes left.

As for the rest of the time, except for sleeping at night, I am basically not in the room.

"With such a busy schedule, the criminal was able to precisely control the time when the victim took a shower for just fifteen minutes during the day and suddenly broke into the room to assassinate him. Does this mean that the murderer is likely someone who knew about the schedule?"

Conan was stunned. "If you mean knowing the schedule... you mean that the criminal might be assistant Miss Tsujimoto Kaho?"

"That's too obvious."

Serabelle doesn't think so.

"Besides, as a personal assistant, her own schedule will be even busier than that of the Yashiro father and daughter. How can she have the time to carry out an assassination?"

"makes sense……"

Conan thought about it and found that this was indeed the case.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now, take a look here."

As he spoke, he leaned over to the body and pointed to a small brown spot on the carpet next to the bloodstain, which also had traces of being wiped.

"See this? I thought it was blood, but when I smelled it closer, it didn't seem to be."

"Isn't it?"

Serabelle took off her gloves, dipped her fingertips in some and picked it up, then put it under her nose and sniffed it for a moment, suddenly raising her eyebrows.

"This... looks like a fake plasma bag?"

Chapter 502 I feel more at ease this way

Let’s put aside the question of why fake plasma appeared at the crime scene.

After receiving the alarm call from the Aphrodite and learning about the assassination of the eighth generation's wife and the unexplained disappearance of the eighth generation's president, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department immediately dispatched a helicopter to reinforce the situation.

Now that it has reached the level where helicopters have to be used, it is impossible to keep a low profile any longer.

Then, as a black and white police helicopter with the words "Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department" printed on it roared down from the sky, most of the passengers on the luxury cruise ship realized that something big might have happened.

The view changed, and in the conference room inside the cruise ship, the familiar old faces, Inspector Megure, his subordinate Inspector Shiratori, and Sato Takagi, were sitting upright at the podium in the front row.

The conference room is quite spacious. Although it is built on a mobile island on the sea like a cruise ship, its capacity is enough to rival the tiered conference rooms in ordinary city halls or prestigious universities.

However, in the huge conference room, besides Inspector Megure and his companions, there were only five people left: Serabelle, Conan, Kogoro Mori, Reiko Akiba, and Tomoko Suzuki.

"Uh, so you guys, Maori, are the first to discover the crime scene, right?"

Inspector Megure asked as usual, and Takagi next to him was also holding a small notebook and a ballpoint pen, looking ready to record important information at any time.

"No, I am not."

Suzuki Tomoko had her usual calm smile on her face.

"I only came here after I heard that something might have happened to the Yashiro father and daughter. Besides, if that's the case... for a business as big as this, there has to be someone who can temporarily take charge, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure immediately shrank his neck and stopped talking.

He is just a police captain. He can make decisions on case investigations, but he has no say in many other matters.

Just like what Mrs. Suzuki said just now, it is true that the Yashiro Group and the Suzuki Group have a friendly cooperative relationship, and currently the Yashiro father and daughter are one missing and the other dead, and the Yashiro Hideto who married into the family has also been confirmed dead. The Yashiro family is basically wiped out, and there is no one who can command this big ship.

But now your Suzuki family is going to command the Aphrodite on behalf of the Yashiro family. Will you also have to take over and operate the entire Yashiro Group in the future?

However, Inspector Megure would only think about this in his mind. If he really said it out loud, he would probably be asking for death.

"Forget it...what about you, Miss Qiu Ting?"

Inspector Megure decisively turned the topic to Reiko Akiba who was also standing nearby.

To be honest, he was also confused at first that he would meet the other person here, but then he thought that all the people on this cruise ship were celebrities from all walks of life, so it was not surprising that a top talented singer like Miss Akita appeared.

However, in response, Akiba Reiko simply pointed at Serabelle.

"I am his fiancée."

"Ohhh... huh?!"

Inspector Megure didn't pay much attention at first, but when he heard it clearly and realized what was going on, his eyes suddenly widened.

Including Takagi, Sato and Shiratori who were standing next to them, all three turned to look at the silent and expressionless boy, and revealed an expression called "what the hell".

real or fake?

The four of them thought of the same thing.

And Serabelle just made an OK gesture in response.

Then, without waiting for the four to continue to debate this topic, he took out a schedule and a handwritten report from behind him.

"For now, these are all the clues and inferences we have found at the crime scene of Lady Yashiro."

"Let me take a look..."

Inspector Megure reached out to take it, then carefully looked at the contents on it.

"Well, indeed. According to this speculation, the murderer is most likely someone who knows the detailed itinerary of the Eighth Generation Chairman and his wife. I think we should call the person who made this itinerary over to ask him."

"Then I think it should be..."