I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Drinking wine and drinking wine alternately, pushing cups and changing cups.

Sitting at the same table as yesterday's dinner, Reiko Akiba took a bite of the mashed potatoes in the spoon and watched the singing and dancing in the restaurant with cold eyes as if she had entered sage mode.

"Really... I don't know whether I should praise them for their good attitude or something else. The host of the banquet has passed away, but they can still enjoy it so carefree."

"Well, it's not entirely their fault."

Serabelle looked up from the large plate of pasta with a mixture of black pepper and meat sauce, fork in hand and said.

"After all, they only saw the police show up and could guess what had happened, but they still didn't know what exactly had happened. Moreover, since no one has come forward to disclose what had happened, it means that the current situation is not serious enough for them to know... In this case, it is better to just pretend that they know nothing and let it go."

"Humph--"

Reiko Akitai curled her lips slightly.

She could probably understand the logic that Serabelle wanted to express, and she could comprehend it, but she still couldn't fully agree with it.

Just then, a bunch of Aho-hair suddenly came to the table for two.

That’s right, it’s Aho-ge.

Due to her extremely low height, even her head was not higher than the table top, so Reiko Akiba, who was sitting at the dining table, could only see a tuft of short black hair moving along the edge of the table.

It was not until she turned sideways and lowered her head that she realized it was the little boy with glasses who had been in the meeting room before.

Reiko Akiba blinked quickly and thought carefully before she remembered Conan's name.

"You are... I remember your name is Conan, right?"

"Ha~yeah."

Conan originally wanted to call Serabell directly, but he was caught by Akiba Reiko and recognized before he could even open his mouth. He had to pretend to be a child and responded sweetly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your meal, but Uncle Kogoro has something he wants me to tell Brother Sera. He said he wants to talk to Brother Sera about the case after dinner."

"I?"

Serabelle raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this.

Naturally, he listened and believed what he said. The impression that Kogoro Mori had always given him was that of a typical greasy middle-aged man who loved gambling, drinking, and sex, and liked to brag and show off. Although he might have had his own highlights when he was young, but... there is a saying that a hero does not brag about his past achievements. At least now he really doesn't seem to be good enough.

So when Conan said that it was Kogoro Mouri who was looking for him, Serabelle immediately translated in her mind seamlessly that this guy wanted to talk to her in private about the case.

"Well, Uncle Kogoro said there has been a major breakthrough in the case, and we must discuss it with Brother Sera!" Conan emphasized.

"Okay, I understand." Serabell nodded.

Normally, this should be considered an agreement, but at this moment, Reiko Akiba on the other side suddenly added a sentence.

"Are you really going to talk about the case?"

Eh?

Conan was stunned by this ambiguous question and nodded quickly subconsciously.

"of course."

"That's good."

After giving a simple reply, Reiko Akiba continued eating.

Conan always felt that something was wrong but he couldn't put it into words for a moment. He hesitated for two or three seconds and finally said, "I won't bother you anymore," and then quickly left.

Reiko Akita looked at the direction the former left and sighed helplessly.

"Really? I feel like you're about to cause me to have a stress reaction."

"Huh? Why me?"

Serabel tactically retreats.

"Why not you?" Qiu Ting Lianzi narrowed his eyes, "Do you want to guess what I thought of the first time that little boy came to you and said he had something to discuss?"

"What comes to mind?"

"I was wondering if that Maori detective was also looking for you to discuss marrying off his daughter."

"..."

How is that possible? And why hasn’t this happened yet?

Serabelle complained in her heart.

……

Time passed quickly and it was after lunch.

The place that Serabelle and Conan agreed to meet at was a cafe on the fourth floor of the cruise ship, which was actually right next to the bar they had visited before.

After accompanying Reiko Akiba back to the room, Serabelle went straight there. When they arrived, she had already chosen a place and sat down, but had not ordered yet.

"A cappuccino and a glass of hot milk, thank you."

Serabelle sat down on the sofa opposite and spoke to the waiter who was holding the menu.

"Hey, I want coffee too, I don't want milk!" Conan protested.

"Who said I was going to give you milk?"

Before he finished speaking, Serabelle gave him a strange look.

"The milk is mine and the coffee is yours."

"Oh……"

Conan had no objection now.

After all, they were not troublesome things, so the dishes they ordered were served quickly.

Conan picked up his coffee and took a sip, then sighed as he noticed the waiter had walked away and his tone had returned to normal.

"Really? Miss Akiba is watching you too closely... Anyway, let's get back to the point. So now we can basically confirm that the criminal is Mr. Kusaka, right?"

"I guess so."

Serabelle looked up at the sky and thought seriously.

"First of all, based on the simplest method of elimination, it is Mr. Kusaka who stole the missing master key card and caused this series of consequences. After all, he was the only one who left early last night besides us."

"Secondly, according to Ms. Tsujimoto's revelation, Mr. Kusaka also went to the Yashiro Shipping Company for an interview a few days before the master key card was stolen. In theory, he is the most suspicious." Conan added.

"So the only question now is the evidence."

Serabelle took a straw from the tube beside the table, put it into the milk, bit the straw and drank it slowly.

"Actually, I don't care if he killed Mrs. Yashiro or the chairman. It has nothing to do with me anyway. But from past experience, if I encounter this kind of thing with you, it will definitely fast-forward to the bombing of the cruise ship. This is quite disgusting."

"What on earth are you talking about..."

Conan was confused.

What do you mean it's like this when you're with him? Logically speaking, even if something really needs to be blown up, it's the prisoner's decision. This statement makes it seem like he can remotely control the prisoners.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Compared to this, you still remember that, about Miss Akiyoshi." Conan changed the subject.

"of course I remember."

Recalling the access record of Mrs. Eighth's room at around 10 o'clock this morning that she saw in the central control room, Serabelle showed a little confusion.

"According to the access control records, Miss Akiyoshi had been to Mrs. Yashiro's bedroom a few minutes before Mr. Kusaka went there this morning. That means even if Miss Akiyoshi had just gone there to have a cup of tea, she would have run into Mr. Kusaka anyway."

At this point, the fake bloodstain she had seen on the bedroom carpet suddenly flashed through Serabelle's mind.

"What a ghost..."

Chapter 508 Objection!

Sometimes the breakthrough in a case comes just from a flash of inspiration.

As the afternoon tea time for the two in the cafe came to an end, according to the plan decided after discussion, Conan went to look for decisive clues in the afternoon, while Serabelle borrowed some tools from Inspector Megure to carry out the so-called "necessary security measures."

And so, the night of the second day at sea fell quietly.

According to the schedule, the briefing will be held at dinner time on the second day at sea, in the banquet hall on the cruise ship.

To give an example, the specific process is roughly similar to the speech of the school leaders, except that here the captain speaks first, followed by the directors and supervisors of various departments, and so on.

Another difference is that the content will be greatly simplified, without so many long-winded "I will only talk about three points".

Serabelle returned to the conference room with her things at 5:20 pm.

From almost noon in the morning until dusk, this place has become a police investigation site for most of the day.

When Serabelle walked into the conference room, Inspector Megure was still sitting behind the table with a large stack of reports on the desk in front of him, discussing something with someone.

No...it's more of an "argument" to be exact.

The object of the dispute is Director Naoya Misaki, who is in charge of the entire catering system on the cruise ship.

"Director Misaki! I think it's best to think about it carefully. Since this has already happened, why not put tonight's introduction meeting on hold?"

Inspector Megure argued.

"Mrs. Eighth-generation has already been confirmed dead. The Maritime Defense Agency called me this afternoon to say that the body has been found. If you want to hold an introduction party, at least the host should be present. If the guests find out... No, they will definitely find out! It will definitely cause panic!"

"for this I……"

Misaki Naoya also seemed helpless.

Inspector Megure frowned anxiously: "Is there anything else to worry about? It's just a change of the dinner venue. Just treat it as a normal dinner. It's not like we are going to waste the food that the staff worked so hard to prepare!"

“No, it’s not about food waste.”

Misaki Nao became even more conflicted.

"Actually, it's the captain's side..."

"captain?"

Inspector Megure couldn't understand what this had to do with the captain.

However, before he could ask, the door of the conference room behind Serabelle was opened again from the outside, and a staff member from the cruise ship hurried in, passed by the boy and went straight to the conference table and spoke to Naoya Misaki.

"Director Misaki, the briefing will begin in ten minutes. If you think it's about time, we can..."

"I know, I'll go there now."

Before his employees finished speaking, Misaki Naoya spoke immediately.

Inspector Megure also showed a helpless expression.

The introduction meeting was about to start in ten minutes, and he hadn't been able to do any psychological work yet. Oh no, it should be said that it would be useless even if he had done any psychological work at this point. Theoretically, most of the passengers on the cruise ship had already arrived at the banquet hall, and it was impossible to temporarily change the venue.

It would be fine if they were all ordinary tourists, but this time, all those who came were either rich or noble, and there was even a former prime minister. How could a small police captain like him command them?

So, forget it, just destroy it as soon as possible.

Watching the catering department director's back as he left, Inspector Megure looked up to the sky and sighed.

But just as he finished sighing, he noticed someone coming to the conference table.

It's Serabelle.

The young man put the cloth bag in his hand on the table without saying a word, and the table immediately made a dull thud.

Inspector Megure was startled. He stared at the cloth bag on the table for two seconds, then raised his head to look at Serabelle sitting beside the table, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Brother Sera, this is..."

Serabelle didn't say much, just gave a thumbs up expressionlessly, then turned and left.

Inspector Megure was sitting in a chair. After two or three seconds, he suddenly stood up and opened the bag to take a look.

In the bag was a screwdriver, a pair of pliers, and... about twenty or thirty identical remote-controlled bombs.

After a moment's silence, Inspector Megure snapped the bag shut again.

……

On the other side, all the guests on the ship had arrived in the banquet hall.

Because Serabelle went to Inspector Megure first, and then went back to the room to pick up Reiko Akiba, they were basically the last few left.

The huge banquet hall was filled with red carpets, golden crystal chandeliers, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of wine. Almost everyone had a glass of red wine in their hands, and melodious saxophone music was playing in their ears, with elegance as the main theme.

Suddenly, the music faded away and the lights on the stage in front came on.