I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"So, what's the matter with the call so early in the morning?"

"It's so early in the morning..."

Conan complained subconsciously on the phone, but quickly stopped.

"Forget it, it's really urgent. I have something to ask you. Did you go to Suzuki Tower yesterday?"

"I went, what's the matter?"

"There was a sniping incident there, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong."

"Has Xiaolan gone?"

"I went, so what happened?"

"Oh no, I'm just worried about her and I don't know if she's injured..."

Noticing the obvious urging in the boy's tone, Conan also realized that he had been talking too much nonsense.

Serabelle sighed with concern for the mentally retarded child: "Of course not, use your brain and think about it, if she was injured, would I still be able to lie at home and sleep in so peacefully now?"

thump.

Just as he finished speaking, a small knee in the quilt pushed towards the boy's navel ten centimeters below.

The force was not strong, but it was a warning.

"Yeah, that's right..."

Conan's voice on the other end was a little hesitant.

At first glance, what Serabelle said seemed to be fine, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed a little strange.

Why can’t he sleep in because Xiaolan is injured?

Is this just a simple statement, or -

"Don't just stand there, keep talking, keep talking. Phone calls also cost money."

Just as Conan was stunned, Serabel's urging voice sounded again.

Conan suddenly came back to his senses and continued, "By the way, I wanted to tell you that there was a news report on the news station this morning. It seems that the sniper attack that happened yesterday was just the beginning of a series of murders. At around nine o'clock last night, a guy named Yasuhara Jin was also sniped and killed."

"Jin Yasuhara?"

Serabelle thought it sounded familiar and thought about it carefully.

"I don't know about Yasuhara Jin, but I do know Moriyama Jin."

"That's him!" Conan answered immediately, "The report said that his original name was Moriyama Jin, and he later changed his surname to his current name after marrying into the Yasuhara family in Japan."

"Oh."

"Don't... Guang Oh, do you know anything about this matter?"

"No, I know nothing."

Serabelle denied it flatly.

"I don't care about this. Besides, it's not me that is being targeted, so it has nothing to do with me. If there is nothing else, I will go back to sleep."

"Wait……"

Without giving Conan time to try to persuade her, Serabell decisively pressed the hang-up button.

Watching the words "Call Ended" pop up on the screen and then quickly go dark, he casually put the phone on the pillow beside him.

At this time, Akai Mary opened her emerald green eyes, her eyes were clear with only a hint of sleepiness left.

"Did you go to meet Shuichi yesterday?"

"Ah."

Serabel had nothing to hide from Akai Mari.

"He treated me to a meal yesterday, and then gave me three pieces of information about people who might provide assistance to Timothy Hunt, and asked me to help investigate one of them."

"Did you promise him?" The British girl frowned slightly.

"Ah."

Serabelle responded.

"It's not a big deal anyway, just go over and have a chat."

"But after all, that's still within the FBI... Never mind."

Akai Mary wanted to say something, but gave up halfway and instead looked serious.

"No matter what, you must pay attention to safety and put your own safety first. Do you understand?"

"I know I know~"

Serabelle yawned, turned around and took the half-full bottle of "body lotion" from the bedside table behind her.

"Compared to this, since Zhenchun can't possibly get up early today anyway, how about that?"

Akai Mari blushed and spat at him: "We just did so much last night, why do you want to…"

Before she finished her words, Serabelle had already reached under the quilt with the plastic bottle in her hand.

The blonde British girl with slightly red cheeks also bit her lips at the right time.

Soon, as the cold liquid seeped into the deep and narrow passage, all the whispers of protest turned into unclear murmurs.

Chapter 605: Mary's Overdevelopment in the Workplace

The morning exercise didn't end until noon.

At Sera's house, the aroma of lunch filled the living room.

Due to time constraints, today's lunch is a simple steak, pasta, fried eggs, and toasted buttered bread.

Even though her adopted son had just treated her to these last night, Serabelle didn't really care about them.

As for Sera Masumi, there's even less to say. First, she was eavesdropping outside until two in the morning last night, and then she slept until noon. She was already extremely hungry, so she ate whatever was available.

In comparison, Mary Akai, who had the calmness typical of an old agent, was much more elegant. She cut the steak into small pieces as usual, then sat up straight and slowly ate it with her fork.

There will never be a situation where a pig's head is digging for food in the trough or even putting its front hooves in.

Of course, the premise is to ignore her...sitting posture.

"Oh, right!"

After finishing half a plate of pasta in one breath and finally feeling a little full in his stomach, Masumi Sera turned to look at the boy next to him, and asked directly with ketchup hanging from the corner of his mouth without even wiping his mouth.

"Brother, are you free this afternoon?"

"…It's not very empty, what's wrong?"

Serabell knew that since she asked this, she must be involved in something. Considering that there was still things to be dealt with with Akai Shuichi, she gave her a heads-up in advance.

"It's -- it's a problem with the homework."

Masumi Sera stole a glance at Akai Mary across the table and spoke hesitantly.

"This is really a homework problem. The school requires it, but it requires the use of a computer, so can I do it this afternoon..."

"No."

Before Serabelle could speak, Akai Mari, who was eating steak on the other side of the table, interrupted.

"Bell has other things to do this afternoon, so Zhenchun, you should stay home and finish the rest of your homework."

"……Oh."

Seeing that her mother had already spoken, Sera Masumi had no choice but to respond with her neck shrunk.

The main thing is that if she continues to argue, her mother might get so angry that she buys her a computer and puts it at home.

Although it sounds like a good thing at first glance, but... this way she will no longer have a reason to go to the Internet cafe with her brother to "study online" on weekends!

This is the only thing that Sera Masumi would never allow.

And just four seconds after the tiger-toothed girl compromised, the voice of Akai Mary rang out again across the table.

"Tomorrow, Bell should be free tomorrow."

"……real?"

Sera Masumi's eyes lit up instantly.

This was a very important signal. Since my mother had brought this up on her own initiative and also added the second half of the sentence to indicate that my brother was free tomorrow, it meant that she agreed that tomorrow he could -

"Great! Love you mom!"

Overwhelmed by the unexpected surprise, Masumi Sera didn't even eat and just jumped up on the spot.

Then he was immediately stopped by the sharp look from his old mother.

"Sit down and eat well."

"Oh……"

The big cat, who was overjoyed the last second, restrained himself instantly, but his face still did not show any joy.

She blinked and looked at Akai Mary across the table with an especially attentive look.

"Mom."

"Ok?"

"Your waist is not feeling well, how about I massage it for you after dinner?"

"...No, that's not the case."

Akai Mary refused calmly and sat up straight without making a sound.

But as soon as she sat up straight, she felt a strange sensation in the center of the contact area between her body and the stool, as if an electric current was running through her body, causing her to subconsciously straighten her back and lean forward slightly.

It looked as if he really straightened up and moved around because his waist was uncomfortable.

As expected, this further exacerbated Sera Masumi's misunderstanding.

"Oh, it's okay, Mom. I've already finished most of my homework, and the rest can be done in one day at most. I'll help you press it after dinner, it won't take much effort."

"No, I'm really fine, just do your homework well..."

Akai Mary kept refusing.

After being told the arrangements, Serabelle, who had completely started eating, couldn't help but cast a look to watch the show.

Then, he was immediately given an embarrassed and annoyed look by a blonde British girl who had absorbed too much protein at work from last night to this morning.

What it means is - what are you looking at? It's all your fault.

So Serabelle looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and then continued to eat.

……

"As of 9:00 p.m. yesterday, two sniper incidents have occurred in Tokyo. According to the police, the suspect is most likely former U.S. Navy SEAL sniper Timothy Hunter..."

At 12:30 noon, as a black Audi stopped on the side of a somewhat deserted street in Tokyo's old city, the sound of a news broadcast came from the radio in a repair shop with its roller shutter door pulled up nearby.

As expected, the news could no longer be suppressed.

Inside the Audi, Serabelle thought, as she could vaguely hear the broadcast outside even with the windows closed.

In fact, it was not just the midday news on the radio. When he was driving through downtown Tokyo, even the big screens outside the shopping malls were broadcasting related content. The momentum of the news spreading was overwhelming.

No wonder Conan called early in the morning. It doesn't matter whether you pay attention to the news or not. As long as you live in Tokyo, you will definitely hear the news.

Plus, this guy is a troublemaker himself...

He turned off the engine, pulled the handbrake and opened the car door. When Serabel got out of the car, he looked towards the street on the side where he parked his car. A military supplies store with a style completely different from other shops around it caught his eye.

——Kevin Yoshino’s Military Fan Club.

He actually wrote his name directly in the store name, which saved him the effort of using flattering terms to get close to the store.

Thinking of this, Serabel walked to the door of the store and pushed it open. He saw a muscular young man with a crew cut and wearing a white short-sleeved shirt sitting at the cash register. Behind him, on the perforated board hanging high on the wall, there were various types of imitation guns.

"..."