I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

While waiting for Serabelle and the other two to take their seats, Inspector Megure, who was theoretically the host of the meeting, stood up and coughed lightly.

"There is new progress in the Timothy Hunter sniper case. Although I can't say whether this progress is good or bad, it is - Timothy Hunter is confirmed dead."

Ok?

Hearing this, not only Sera Masumi beside him, but even Serabelle was at a loss for a moment.

"That Hunter is dead?"

The girl with tiger teeth was outspoken and spoke curiously without giving it much thought.

"Does that mean this case can be closed?"

"No, on the contrary." Inspector Megure shook his head, "It makes the whole incident even more confusing, because Timothy Hunter's death was caused by another sniper."

"The sniper fight at the middle gate was counterattacked by someone else?" Serabelle had a blank expression.

"You could say that."

Although he didn't understand what the middle door meant, Inspector Megure, who understood the word "sniper", still nodded.

"Someone saw a fire near a bridge in Tokyo early this morning. When they rushed to check, they found that Timothy Hunter had died in the rental house where he lived. There was an MK11 used for sniping beside him, and the window glass of the rental house was broken. It seems that someone sniped him from outside the window first, and he tried to shoot back but was eventually killed by the other party."

"But strangely, when the police arrived at the scene and brought the body back, we found that Hunter was unexpectedly thin, even skin and bones would not be an exaggeration. He looked old and haggard, completely different from when he was in the Navy SEALs."

Having said that, Inspector Megure swallowed and shook his head.

"To put it bluntly, with the amount of muscle he had when he died, he would have collapsed to the ground even if he had carried an MK11 for a kilometer, let alone long-distance precision sniping."

After hearing this, Serabelle understood what the previous phrase "more confusing" meant.

"So this means that this series of crimes was not committed by Timothy Hunter?"

"No, that's not entirely true."

Inspector Megure was also a little puzzled.

"From the contents of the diary that our police found in Hunter's rental house at the place where he died, it seems that the criminal is indeed Hunter himself. He recorded the process of each sniper attack in detail. But at the same time, it seems that there has always been a sniper competing with Hunter in secret, starting from the sniper attack on the Suzuki Tower, and Hunter himself does not know the identity of the other party."

Oh, the classic confession...but the problem is that this thing is not reliable at all. Are you also the number one idiot Appleby?

Serabelle lowered her head slightly, put one hand on her forehead and thought for a while, then raised her head again and said.

"Even if we put all that aside, the many suspicious points on Hunter's body alone require a pathological autopsy after the forensic autopsy, right?"

"Uh yeah."

"Then let's wait until the autopsy results come out."

Serabelle tapped the tabletop lightly with her fingertips.

"After all, as you said, Inspector Megure, his body is so thin that he can't even carry a load for one kilometer. How could he have committed crimes continuously?"

"Too."

Inspector Megure thought about it and agreed.

After all, he is a veteran police inspector, and has reached the ceiling level among non-professional groups. He still has a keen sense of criminal investigation.

Just as Serabelle said, if a pathological autopsy of Timothy Hunter's body revealed that it was indeed impossible for him to have committed sniping, then the authenticity of the diary would be in big question.

And if we speculate further, if Timothy Hunter is not the real culprit of this series of sniper cases, then it is very likely that he and the mysterious sniper are not enemies as they think, but most likely partners.

The meeting will start at one o'clock and end at two o'clock.

As the time reached one hour later, the scene changed, and Serabelle and his group left the Metropolitan Police Department building and came to the parking lot.

This time, the FBI team drove two cars, one with Teacher Judy's logo, and the other with a knitted hat...

"If it's convenient, I'll take you back."

Akai Shuichi took the initiative to suggest.

This seemed like the words of a good brother, but he was rejected by a girl with tiger teeth the next second.

"No need, we drove here today, we can just go back by ourselves."

"..."

Fine.

Although he was rejected for his efforts, Shuichi Akai is not a fragile person.

If you don't need him to bring it, then don't let him bring it. It doesn't matter.

However, when he watched Serabelle and Sera Masumi get into the car and drive away from the parking lot, a big question mark popped out of the knitted hat on Shuichi Akai's head.

By the way, that direction doesn’t seem to be the way home, it’s different from last time?

Chapter 611 The only designated "skin lotion"

Located in a high-end hotel in Tokyo, in an empty modern suite, the door of the suite was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The door hinge made a slight sound, breaking the silence in the room, and along with it was the expectant voice of a girl with tiger teeth.

"Wu~ We're finally here! So this is the hotel you booked, brother. It's a bit far from home. Are you afraid that mom will come after you in the middle of the night?"

"Of course not..."

Masumi Sera strode into the suite, and after hearing the slightly helpless voice of Serabelle who had just entered the room behind her, she looked around the room.

And I immediately noticed the computer desk placed against the wall in the bedroom, near the floor-to-ceiling window and slightly offset from the balcony.

There is an all-in-one computer on the desk.

"There's a computer?" Sera Masumi asked curiously, "Brother, did you book an e-sports hotel?"

"No."

Serabelle came to the girl, raised her hand, pointed it at her forehead and flicked her finger, causing her brain to explode.

"You said you wanted to use a computer to do your holiday homework, so I had to find a hotel with a computer. To be honest... it's not easy to find."

"Ahaha, that's right."

Upon hearing this, Masumi Sera recalled the Internet cafe he had visited before in the commercial plaza in the city center and couldn't help scratching his head.

Even the computers in the Internet cafes are so outdated that some are simply broken and unusable. Finding a functioning computer in a hotel is as difficult as finding an authentic Japanese restaurant in the Arctic.

This makes sense why we had to find a hotel so far away.

I think the hotel itself is in an awkward situation due to its remote geographical location, and has to launch such a service in order to attract more customers.

Serabelle paused for a moment, took out her cell phone and looked at the time on it.

They had left the Metropolitan Police Department building and completed the check-in procedures here, and it was only about 2:40 now, barely less than 3 o'clock.

"Okay, then Zhenchun, you should finish your holiday homework first. After you finish, we will find a place to have dinner nearby, and then..."

Serabelle didn't say anything further and just shrugged.

Anyway, he knew that Sera Masumi would definitely understand what he meant.

As expected, the next second a tiger paw making a big V was placed in front of him, and through the gap between the index finger and the middle finger, the energetic smile of a tiger-toothed girl behind him could be clearly seen.

"No problem~!"

"..."

It is true that you need to use a computer to do holiday homework, but it is also true that you can finish it in just 20 minutes using a mobile phone.

Since there was no new information from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for a while, Serabelle took advantage of Masumi Sera's busy time to take a look at her so-called "holiday homework".

To put it simply, it is a social practice activity report. The original plan of the school teachers was to let students record the local cultural landscape if they go out to travel during the holidays, but considering that some students really don’t like to go out, they gave them a back door, which roughly means that if necessary, they can also search for information online and write it.

However, in the case of a certain tiger-fanged girl, it became that she had clearly been to Kyoto for a trip, but she just didn't write about it. She waited until she got home and then came to the hotel to copy an article on the Internet using the computer.

Serabelle didn't know what to say, and could only silently say something touching in her heart.

……

After finishing the homework, I went downstairs to eat nearby. After dinner, Serabelle and Sera Masumi wandered around the neighborhood for a while and didn't come out until nearly 6:30.

At this time, the sky outside the window has completely darkened, but the center of Tokyo in the distance is still brightly lit, marking the prosperity of Japan.

Although the weather is neither too hot nor too cold on spring nights, you will still inevitably sweat a little if you walk too much.

So after returning to the hotel suite, Sera Masumi rushed into the bathroom first.

Turn on the light and the bathroom heater, and fill the bathtub!

With the latter doing the preparatory work, Serabelle did not get involved.

The room he booked was a king-size bed room, and there was only a large round pink bed in the entire suite.

Even though it doesn't look very serious, but... they didn't come here for any serious purpose anyway.

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom, and Serabel came to sit down beside the bed. When he took out his cell phone and habitually wanted to check if there were any new messages, he found that there was indeed one.

There is no note, just the mobile phone number of an acquaintance.

After all, we just talked on the phone at noon.

Oh, that’s right, I didn’t give him any notes…

In order to avoid forgetting again, Serabelle first marked the number that received the text message as "Akai Shuichi", and then clicked on the content of the text message to take a look.

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows slightly.

There wasn't much in the message, just a photo, and it wasn't anything particularly explosive, but it was enough to contain a huge amount of information.

It was a picture taken by a head MRI. Although the identity of the person in the picture was not noted, since it was sent by this adopted son in a knitted hat at this point, it could only be information about Timothy Hunter.

Serabelle zoomed in and took a closer look, and could see a tiny fragment remaining in the X-ray near the brain stem of Timothy Hunter's head.

Obviously, that is not tissue belonging to the human body itself.

Moreover, judging from the location of the remaining fragments, that should be exactly where the optic nerve passes. If there is any foreign matter left, it will not only compress the optic nerve, but also affect other surrounding nerves, causing many similar effects such as headaches, loss of distance sense, blurred vision, etc.

Leaving aside the headache, the loss of sense of distance and blurred vision alone are enough to negate the possibility of the other party sniping.

Just as Serabelle was thinking of this, her phone vibrated again.

It was still a message from my adopted son in the knitted hat.

[According to the report given by the hospital, this fragment was not left by the sniper attack, but was a bullet in the head during a previous battle in the Middle East.]

Oh.

Serabelle didn't really care about these things, but since the other party sent a message, he couldn't just pretend he didn't see anything.

So I also replied with some words.

[It seems that the relationship between Hunter and the sniper he secretly competed with in his diary is still under discussion. ]

【Yes. 】

As soon as the message was sent, Shuichi Akai responded immediately.

It's quite brief, just one word.

It also means that this chat ends here.

Serabelle closed the chat box, turned off her phone and was about to put it on the bedside table to charge.

At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Sera Masumi, who had not yet taken off her clothes to take a shower, rushed out excitedly, waving a trial tube of "body lotion" in her hand, and ran straight to the boy beside the bed.

"Brother, brother! Look at this! This is the same brand of skin care products I found at Lan's place last time!"

"Ah this..."

Serabelle took it and looked at it. After thinking about it, she decided that in order to prevent this silly girl from really applying "moisturizing lotion" on her face as skin care product, she decided to teach her by example tonight.

“This isn’t what you think it is.”

"Eh? How do you use that?"

"I'll tell you when I take a shower..."

Chapter 612 Zhenchun: Don’t waste it! Use it all!

Late at night, at Eri Kisaki's home.

In the bedroom, Xiaolan, who had just finished the last page of her holiday homework, pushed the homework book forward, threw down the ballpoint pen in her hand, leaned back and stretched, and couldn't help but murmured that she was finally relaxed after sitting for a long time.