I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Of course, it was impossible for her to do that.

After a little thought, Vermouth quickened her pace and caught up with the young man in a few seconds. The two walked side by side like a couple or a brother and sister who came to visit each other.

The Thousand-Faced Witch took the initiative to start the conversation.

"Regarding the news about the shooting in the United States..."

"heard."

Serabelle knew that she was referring to the incident in which Kudo Yusaku and the FBI were captured by Tutu in a villa in Los Angeles.

Seeing that he didn't express his opinion, Vermouth raised an eyebrow and asked again: "What about Yukiko?"

"She heard about it, too."

"…What did she say?"

Although she is the Thousand-Faced Witch who is feared by everyone in the organization, for Vermouth herself, even if she can easily pretend to be anyone, in the deepest part of her heart, she is still Sharon Wynyard, who studied with Yukiko Fujimine and became a sister.

At least when it comes to matters unrelated to the organization, Vermouth still takes good care of this junior sister out of old friendship. Even if it is related to the organization, she will not do it unless she has no choice...

"Nothing much." Serabel thought for a moment and replied.

Ok?

Vermouth, who was still adding to her inner drama, had her expression frozen for a moment.

Didn't say anything? How could that be possible?

Based on her understanding of her junior sister's personality, no matter how much conflict she has with others, the most she can do is for the other party to give in, apologize and promise not to do it again and that's it.

Besides, he was the husband with whom she swore an oath and wore a ring at the wedding hall. Even if he returned to Japan and found a lover during the conflict, she wouldn't completely abandon her original husband, right?

impossible……

Vermouth found it unbelievable and decided to test the waters a little further.

"So what is Yukiko going to do now?"

"move place."

Serabelle said simply and clearly.

"Then the house over there will be mine. It's no longer Kudo's house, but Sera's house now. Sister Yukiko, if nothing unexpected happens, the new house number will be there the day after tomorrow."

"So...what about her? Did she say where she was going to move?"

"I don't know about that."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth fell completely silent.

Although Serabelle shouldn't answer her question directly given her identity, she didn't really ask this to find out Yukiko's new address.

Serabel obviously understood this, so if Yukiko really planned to move, his answer should be something like a vague general direction.

For example, to Kansai or Hokkaido, or if you want to go further, just go abroad to the United States, Britain, Singapore, etc.

You can even just make one up.

But he just answered that he didn't know.

In other words, Yukiko had no intention of moving at all, but just transferred the house to Serabel.

Well... before her husband's body was even cold in Los Angeles, her former wedding house in Tokyo had already been transferred to her lover.

So the so-called Mist City Ripper is all bullshit. I think your true form is actually a male succubus, right?

Vermouth, who was following closely behind Serabelle, couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Chapter 643 If nothing happens, something will happen.

After leaving the parking lot and entering the inpatient building, the number of people coming and going in the building suddenly increased.

Vermouth no longer relied on the fact that no one was around to stop her like she did a few minutes ago. She stopped talking about things related to the organization, as if she was really here to visit a patient. She held the boy's arm with one hand to pretend to be intimate, but in fact she whispered in his ear.

"So do you know which room number it is?"

"perhaps……"

Serabelle walked forward through the corridor, turning left and right to look for signposts.

Just like before at Beihu Hotel and Mihua Hotel, the hospital will also post signs in fixed locations to indicate the departments on each floor.

Yes, Conan actually did not tell Serabelle the detailed address of the ward of a certain white-haired elder sister, because he himself did not know it.

The reason was that yesterday, the three little brats from the Junior Detective League were forcing someone to ride the Ferris wheel. Halfway through, Curacao showed signs of memory recovery. He covered his forehead and shouted that he had a headache, and then he lost consciousness. The three little brats were scared to death, and they instantly regained their rationality and returned to normal. They called the police and called 120. After sending the person to the police, they didn't do anything else.

In other words, only the police know the specific ward number.

But for Serabel this is not a big problem and it does not pose any difficulty for him.

Soon, as the two walked through the crowd coming and going in the inpatient department and arrived near the nurses' station, the sign placed against the wall caught their eye clearly.

"Sixth floor brain department..."

Serabelle glanced around, found the information she wanted, then turned and left, preparing to walk towards the elevator.

But he was pulled by Vermouth from behind, and asked in a low voice.

"So what are you going to do?"

"… Find the person, knock him out and take him away."

Serabelle stopped and looked back, asking a question in passing.

"Or do you have any other plans?"

"I……"

Vermouth hesitated.

With her methods, when she encounters this kind of situation, she usually disguises herself as someone the target can trust, and then uses language skills to trick the target into following her instructions.

But the problem is that Curacao is now in a state of amnesia and no one remembers him, and he is still a patient in the hospital.

What do patients trust most?

It's a doctor.

But it is absolutely impossible for a doctor to openly abduct a patient into his car and drive out of the hospital. If that were the case, not to mention an adult in Curacao, even a child of four or five years old would feel that something was wrong.

So when you think about it this way, it seems like knocking the person out and taking him away might be the best option?

Serabelle noticed her hesitation and continued, "I'll go find the person after we go upstairs. See if you can get a large suitcase nearby, or another container. It doesn't matter. As long as we can put the person in it and take him away."

"I see."

With no other choice, Vermouth could only choose to agree.

So the two of them took the elevator upstairs, and after arriving at the sixth floor of the Neurology Department, they immediately split up and performed their respective duties.

Vermouth went to look for the luggage insurance, while Serabell came to the nurses' station on the floor.

Perhaps because they had just finished lunch, the nurses went to each ward to check on the patients, and the nurses' station was unexpectedly quiet and no one was there.

With her excellent eyesight, Serabelle looked inside through the glass window. On the electronic board against the wall inside the nurse's station were displayed the names of all the patients on the entire floor, with all kinds of names.

However, these are not his targets, because according to Conan's description, the three naughty kids, Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi, ignored Curacao after handing him over to the police yesterday, and the police don't know Curacao's real name.

So when it comes to the electronic board, it is likely to become a made-up name.

Then that is—

His eyes swept all the way until he passed one of the grids, and Serabelle suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly.

found it.

Although it was not quite the made-up name he had expected, it was almost the same or even more eye-catching.

The reason was that although the box representing the ward on the electronic board was lit, the place where the name should be written was blank.

Because I don't know the name at all.

Looking up, there is a single room... Great, it matches.

Serabelle took a half step away from the nurses' station and walked towards the ward she had found. At the same time, she raised her hand and turned on the miniature headset that Vermouth had stuffed into her ear when she went upstairs.

"I've found someone here, is your side ready?"

"Almost there, coming up."

Vermouth's voice came out clearly from the headphones.

"I walked around the sixth floor and couldn't find a suitable suitcase, so I went downstairs and picked one up. It took about a minute to get there."

"Okay, come directly after you come up..."

Serabelle reported the ward number she found.

"receive."

Vermouth responded briefly and prepared to hang up the call.

But at this moment, the young man's voice in the headset suddenly sounded again.

"Wait a minute, don't come over here after you come up."

?

Vermouth tried to type a question mark.

Personally, she hated hearing similar words during an operation. It wasn't that the frequent changes in orders were annoying, but usually when she heard such words, it meant that there was a high probability that something unexpected would happen during the operation.

And this is indeed the case.

The view turned to Serabel's side. He stopped at the corner of the corridor on the floor. Less than ten meters ahead was Curacao's ward.

But at this moment, two groups of people were confronting each other at the door of the ward.

One of the groups was from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, led by Inspector Megure, followed by Takagi Sato and others.

As for the other group... there was only one person, a young man with glasses and intermittent eyebrows who looked a bit shabby. Judging from his physique, he should be only about 30 years old. There was gauze on his face and he seemed to be injured.

"I repeat, please hand over the patient to our Metropolitan Police Department. The person your Metropolitan Police Department is trying to protect now is the suspect who invaded the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters two days ago."

The man with the staccato eyebrows repeated the same words coldly.

The targets of his orders were a group of angry colleagues from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"What a joke!"

"Why!"

"We at the Metropolitan Police Department also have the right to handle cases! We at the Metropolitan Police Department are in charge here now. If you're not convinced, go to the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters and file a case!"

They made a lot of noise and were very brave, but it was all in vain.

It should be said that the contradiction between the National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Department in Japan lies here. Although these two departments are theoretically independent, in fact the National Police Agency can not only manage things that the Metropolitan Police Department cannot manage, but also manage things that the Metropolitan Police Department can manage, and it has absolute priority.

Such a design puts the Metropolitan Police Department in a rather awkward position.

In theory, everyone should keep to themselves, but once contact really occurs, one has to be inferior to the other, which is quite helpless.

Therefore, once the National Police Agency makes up its mind to go and get someone, there is no way the Metropolitan Police Department will not release them.

Thinking of this, Serabelle answered the intercom.

"The situation has changed. The original action plan has been cancelled. Please return the suitcase."

Vermouth: “……?”

Are you kidding me?

Chapter 644 Sister Bei: What, do you want to take a shower with me?

The view returns to the parking lot.

In the Audi, Vermouth sat in the passenger seat.

She clasped her hands, which were painted with the purple nail polish of her stepmother, across her chest, raised her long eyebrows one high and one low, and glared at the boy in the driver's seat in a questioning manner.

"I think I need an explanation, why did you suddenly cancel the operation?"