I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

So after chatting for a while, Conan went back first. Before leaving, he told Serabel the current location of Curacao as agreed before.

The scene does not change and is still in the living room of Kudo's house.

Oh no, it should be called Sera House now.

As soon as her son left, Yukiko suddenly became much more casual.

At this moment, she was lying on the sofa, her head resting on Serabelle's legs, fiddling with her cell phone.

"Okay... that's it, it's done."

"what?"

Hearing the voice coming from below, Serabelle opened her hands, which were also holding the phone, and looked down.

Then he happened to see Yukiko holding up her own mobile phone high and showing him the page on the screen.

Serabelle tactically leaned back and took a look back and forth, but found that he really couldn't understand it, because the page only showed four big words "Operation successful" and nothing else.

"……What's this?"

"What are the real estate transfer procedures in Tokyo?"

Yukiko gently scratched the boy's chin with the corner of her phone as if teasing a cat.

"Legally speaking, this house is now yours, Bell. As for the new house number, um... I saw the system notification saying it will be delivered within three working days, so it will probably be the day after tomorrow if not tomorrow. In other words, sister, I no longer have my own house in Tokyo, okay?"

What does it mean that you don’t have your own house? It sounds like I’m exploiting her.

Serabelle didn't know how to respond, so she could only go along with it.

"It sounds very pitiful."

"It's really pitiful, so pitiful!"

Yukiko started crying again.

"If I don't have my own house, Bell, it means that if you are cruel enough to kick me out, I will have to live on the streets and curl up in a broken cardboard box in the alley. I will be blown by the northwest wind in winter and burned by the scorching sun in summer. Then the next time you see me, I will have turned into a dark, skinny, ugly old woman. (Sad)"

"Nothing..."

Serabelle suddenly had a strong urge to hold her forehead.

In order to prevent a certain older girl from continuing her unfounded imagination, Serabell decisively picked her up and put her on her lap just like before Conan came, with one hand supporting her stamina and the other around her waist.

"Anyway, Sister Yukiko, try to go out as little as possible during this period. It's best not to go out at all. If you need anything, tell me and I'll buy it for you."

"Oh……"

As soon as Serabelle pinched her butt, Yukiko subconsciously moved her body and adjusted her posture before calming down.

After a while, she uttered a soft "hmm".

"Wait a minute... also?"

"what?"

Serabelle was also stunned.

Yukiko turned her face slightly and squinted her eyes suspiciously.

"Bell, you just used the word 'also', right? Have you told other people about this? For example, Ai-chan and Mingmei next door?"

"Of course, they also need to reduce going out. In a week at most, there will definitely be spies from the organization around here. Once they are seen, it is very likely that... uh."

Serabelle's voice suddenly stopped.

He realized that the person Yukiko questioned in her previous sentence was not the Miyano sisters, but Elena.

Thinking quickly, Serabelle suddenly changed the subject.

"Okay, it's almost time. I should go to the hospital."

"Hospital? Oh, you're looking for that white-haired amnesiac sister you just asked Shinichi about?"

"Yes, by the way, her true identity was actually one of the core members of the winery."

Serabelle stood up and kissed Yukiko, then put away her phone and prepared to get up.

"According to Conan, yesterday the white-haired older sister suddenly cried out that she had a headache while riding a roller coaster with Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi, and she began to mutter some incomprehensible English words. If nothing goes wrong, it should be the undercover list."

"Now that she has shown signs of recovering her memory, I can't delay any longer. I must arrest her before her memory recovers, ahead of both the National Police Agency and the organization."

Yukiko was not stupid. She understood the cause and effect of the incident after just a quick listen.

"Got it. Go ahead, but as I said before, safety is the top priority. Do you understand?"

"I know."

Straightening up, she leaned forward and blocked the older girl's soft lips again, then Serabelle got up and left Sera's house.

……

Half an hour later, after driving out of Beika Town, Serabell quickly arrived at the location given by Conan.

That is Tokyo First Hospital.

As the saying goes, killing people and setting fires can earn you a gold belt, but in fact, practicing medicine to help people can also earn you a gold belt.

Especially for a famous large hospital like Tokyo Daiichi Hospital, it is even more exaggerated than tourist destinations such as Kyoto and Osaka. There is no such thing as an off-season. The utilization rate is maintained at a very high level 365 days a year.

Therefore, it is not easy to find a parking space in the parking lot.

Serabelle drove around the hospital parking lot for nearly ten minutes before finally finding an empty parking space close to the inpatient building.

According to his plan, the first step after parking the car was to enter the inpatient building and find the ward where Curacao was located. After confirming that he was there, he would pack a suitcase and finally go back to the ward to knock him out and take him away.

There is nothing particularly complicated about it, it is quite simple and crude.

The only thing you need to consider is that you must prepare a set of explanations that make sense when the other person wakes up.

However, Serabelle plans to leave this to her future self to think about, and now she will focus on doing what she should do right now.

Park the car, apply the handbrake, and turn off the engine.

After completing the process, Serabelle habitually looked back before opening the car door.

His Audi is a left-hand drive model, so the driver's seat is naturally on the left.

There was no one behind me on the left side of the rearview mirror. Only on the right side was a tall, thin man in a windbreaker walking towards me from not far away. He lowered his head and seemed to be looking at his phone, so my face couldn't be seen clearly.

But it doesn't matter. He is going to open the left door when getting out of the car, so it has nothing to do with the right door.

Thinking of this, Serabelle opened the car door and got out.

However, the next second after his feet touched the ground and he stood up, he suddenly felt something hard pressing against his waist.

Along with it was the familiar alluring voice of a certain Thousand-Faced Witch.

"Ala, I didn't expect to see you here. Is it a coincidence? Or was it premeditated?"

"..."

Serabelle glanced to the right side of the car again, but there was no tall, thin man in a windbreaker.

Chapter 642 Sister Bei: What male succubus?

It’s not that Serabelle is not careful, it’s just that Vermouth’s disguise skills are too superb.

The weather was fine today and the sun was shining brightly over the hospital, but the atmosphere in the parking lot was a little chilly, as if ten weasels were running around spreading cold air.

Serabel stood still with one hand on the car door, and Vermouth behind him also maintained the current posture.

The two of them were stuck in place as if they were playing the game of "3, 2, 1, statue".

After about four or five seconds, Vermouth broke the silence first, slightly raising the corners of her lips.

"Don't be silent. You haven't answered the question I asked you just now. Is it a coincidence? Or is it intentional?"

"If you must ask..."

Serabelle paused.

"I think it's a coincidence. After all, I didn't know you would be here today. If you knew, you probably wouldn't have come here at this time."

"That's true."

Vermouth chuckled softly.

"Then let me ask it another way. Is your purpose for coming here the same as mine?"

"Maybe..." Serabelle shrugged, turning her back to him. "But it's only a possibility. To confirm or deny it, I need to know why you're here."

"Me?"

Vermouth bit her lower lip deliberately and made a sound of thinking.

"You know my identity. I am naturally loyal to my organization, so my only goal can be to maintain the unity and loyalty of the organization."

Translated, it means finding Curacao, getting the remaining undercover list, and then eliminating the other undercover agents in the organization.

"So am I then," said Serabelle.

Ok?

Vermouth was a little surprised at this. She could still vividly remember how three or four months ago, she was kicked into the icy sea by a golden-haired loli at the Tokyo Bay dock in the bitter cold wind of December.

Although it wasn't Serabell who took action at that time, this guy was obviously in cahoots with Akai Mari.

And now he says that his goal is the same as hers. Are you serious?

“But it’s not exactly the same.”

Serabelle took a deep breath, her brain working at high speed to organize the words, and then she exhaled slowly.

"To be precise, my current actions are consistent with your goals at this stage. We will start from the outside to eliminate the differences within the organization, so as to reach a consensus, put aside our prejudices, establish a short-term friendly cooperative relationship, and go our separate ways when necessary to eliminate any future troubles."

"..."

After a brief silence, a sound of Vermouth shaving his face was heard from behind Serabelle.

"Well, as expected of someone who has worked in the British bureaucracy, you are really good at talking...Okay, since you say that, then I agree. Deal."

As the last two words were spoken, Serabelle felt the hard object pressing against her lower back fade away.

He turned around and looked back, and what caught his eye was the blonde beauty's usual elegant and charming smile.

The boy tilted his head slightly.

"Did you really understand what I said?"

"...Very clear. Thank you."

The Thousand-Faced Witch's perfect smile flashed with a barely noticeable flaw.

Although what Serabelle said just now was a bit confusing, it was not to the point where she could not understand it at all.

Especially the sentence "start from the outside to launch an action with the goal of clearing up the differences within the organization", which means that what Serabelle is going to do is what the members within the organization cannot do.

Including Gin, an anti-virus software for traitors.

What else could it be? Of course it could only be that members of the organization were killing each other.

Moreover, Serabelle also said that her general goal was the same as hers, which was to eliminate differences within the organization and unify the forces.

Think about it, the existence of an organization is first and foremost to serve the boss, so the faction that obeys the boss cannot be called a disagreement.

As for the only person who has the ability to disagree with the boss, it is only the second-in-command Rum.

In other words, Serabelle's goal is to kill Rum, and because Rum is a very cautious person, Gin often despises him as a coward, and the only way to get close to Rum is through his confidant Curacao.

To sum up, this is what the so-called "short-term friendly cooperative relationship" is all about.

So something that can be made clear in less than ten words has to be stretched to such length. Is this a common problem among you British civil servants?

Vermouth complained in her heart, but she went straight to the point.

"So have you figured out what to do next?"

"That's about right. Anyway, let's go in and find the person first."

Now that a consensus had been reached, Serabelle took the lead and turned around to continue walking towards the inpatient building.

Vermouth blinked, thinking that this change was too great. Just half a minute ago he had been using the civil servant rhetoric to fool her, but now in the blink of an eye he had even turned his back on her.

Are you really not afraid that she will shoot you from behind?