I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Maybe it was because of Yukiko, or maybe it was the trust that remained after their previous encounter.

If any other temporarily formed partners dared to make her run around like this, it is no exaggeration to say that Vermouth would have regarded such behavior as betrayal and would have pulled the trigger the moment they met.

But she was still willing to give Serabelle a chance to explain.

"It's not a special reason." Serabelle tilted her head. "Although I don't want to see this happen, but in a nutshell... the police department seems to have noticed something."

"Police Department?"

Vermouth was slightly startled.

As a core member of the organization, she naturally knew the role of the Japanese National Police Agency, which was a national security department at the same level as the FBI and MI6.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it, it has been discovered."

The car didn't start, and Serabelle put her hands on the steering wheel and looked forward.

"When I found the ward earlier, the police station at the door was looking for someone, and the two sides were arguing fiercely. Of course, this was only on the surface. If nothing unexpected happened, they should have been completing the discharge procedures by now."

Vermouth: "..."

Of course she knew that Serabelle would never lie to her about such a thing, but if it was really as she said above, then this would be the worst situation.

Again, the Metropolitan Police Department has no advantage over the National Police Agency, and even the so-called handover procedures are just a courtesy.

If the National Police Agency really intends to take over something from the Metropolitan Police Department, in theory, there would be no need for any discussion, and it would only require a notification.

This is really...

Vermouth resisted the urge to hold her forehead: "What do you say now?"

"Look for an opportunity to rob someone."

Serabelle's thoughts were clear, and she was not disturbed at all by the sudden change.

"Theoretically, we still have a chance. Even if the police department catches someone now, they will definitely try to restore Curacao's memory first. After all, there are not many opportunities to capture the confidant of the second-in-command of the organization. They will definitely think of using this to get more information."

"So they might take Curacao to the Dongdu Aquarium?" Vermouth understood.

She was also at the Dongdu Aquarium yesterday and tried to approach him to tell him that he had enough fun and wanted to go back, but she found that there seemed to be something wrong with Curacao's mental state, as if he had lost his memory. Afterwards, she witnessed with her own eyes those naughty kids handing him over to the police and sending him to an ambulance.

I think Curacao must have shown signs of memory recovery at the Toudou Aquarium yesterday.

"To be precise, it was on the Ferris wheel at the Dongdu Aquarium."

Serabelle nodded in agreement.

"But we still need to accurately grasp the time when they go. We can't necessarily wait there 7/24."

"So what are your plans?"

Vermouth raised her eyebrows again, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

To be honest, if she didn't know it was impossible, she would even want to recruit the boy next to her into the organization to be her personal deputy.

You know, there are not many people who are so powerful in fighting and have such clear minds. Even Gin can't have both of these qualities at the same time.

After all, even someone as strong as Gin has a dark history.

For example, he had to force Mizunashi Rena to call the FBI to make an appointment, and threatened that if she couldn't make an appointment, it would mean that Mizunashi Rena was an undercover agent and he would shoot her.

This train of thought is simply filled with shit.

Why don't you let your little brother Vodka call the FBI to make an appointment? If you can't make an appointment, why don't you shoot Vodka as well?

According to this line of thinking, how many people in the organization must be undercover?

In other words, this matter has nothing to do with her, Vermouth, otherwise she would have to give Gin a good scolding.

"Me? That's something you have to figure out."

Serabelle glanced across again.

"I know Curacao is here because I was at the Dongdu Aquarium that day and happened to see him with a few kids I know. I asked them about it, but it's obviously impossible for you to be here too. So the only explanation for your presence here today is that you have a way to roughly grasp Curacao's movements, right?"

"Well……"

Vermouth held her chin and nodded slightly, the satisfaction on her face evident without any concealment.

She snapped her fingers lightly.

"How clever! Well, today I'll make an exception and allow you to visit where I live now."

"……Why?"

"Because I didn't bring my notebook with me when I went out today."

"Oh."

Serabelle understood.

Since a laptop is needed to obtain location information, leaving aside the unreliable locator, it is likely that after the organization discovered that Itakura Takuya had gone missing, they commissioned someone else to develop a missing person system similar to that of Dr. Agasa.

Vermouth turned sideways and fiddled with the navigation system for a few times. After locating the navigation system at a high-end hotel in Tokyo, she crossed one leg, leaned back, and sat back in her seat with a solemn look, giving orders like a queen high above.

"This is it, let's go."

"Wait, there's one more question."

Serabelle did not start immediately.

"How long will it take for Gin to return to Japan?"

"He... I don't know about that. Even if I knew, I can't tell you."

Vermouth snorted softly, her eyes moving.

"But don't worry, I am the elder sister who is fully responsible for this matter and will not let anyone else interfere."

"That's good."

After confirming that there was no possibility of Gin causing trouble, Serabelle started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

……

The scene switches to a penthouse suite at a high-end hotel in Tokyo.

Hey~

Accompanied by the sound of an elevator arriving directly into the suite, Serabelle stepped out.

There is nothing much to say. As a former world-class actress, Vermouth...or Sharon Wynyard has already accumulated enough wealth to squander throughout her life.

So the room we stayed in couldn't be bad. It was even more upscale than the one we booked at Ooka Momiji in Kyoto. It had the same super large flat and luxurious modern decoration style, which was almost equivalent to a top-of-the-line sky villa.

“Welcome to my current residence~”

Vermouth stepped out of the elevator and walked to the sofa in the living room first. She beckoned for Serabelle to come over, then leaned over and opened the laptop that was closed and in standby mode on the coffee table.

"See? It's the third icon on the desktop. Try opening it yourself first."

Without even any instructions for use, Vermouth gave up her seat and retreated behind the sofa.

Serabelle did not sit down immediately. He turned his head and looked at the Thousand-Faced Witch beside him.

"Why am I the one doing this? What about you?"

"I?"

At this moment, Vermouth had already taken off her top. She was holding the shoulder strap of her bra with one hand and pressing the buttons of her dress on her hip with the other hand. She turned her back to the boy who spoke, and turned her beautiful face to the side when she heard the words.

"Of course I have to take a shower first. I just came back from the hospital and I have to clean myself up properly..."

She paused here and raised her red lips slightly.

"Ah, come to think of it, you just came back from the hospital too. Why are you asking this specifically? Do you want to take a shower with me?"

Chapter 645 What if I invite you to do that kind of thing?

In the suite bathroom, mist is rising and water is gurgling.

Completely different from ordinary home bathrooms, as the exclusive bathroom of the top-floor luxury suite of a high-end hotel, its space is extremely spacious. The bathtub itself occupies an area as large as two bedrooms in an ordinary Japanese house.

(The bedrooms in ordinary Japanese houses are quite small. In the animation, Hattori Heiji's own bedroom is only about ten square meters)

If you add the shower deck, sauna, and other things, it's basically comparable to an entire floor of Serra's house.

At the edge of the marble-tiled bathtub, transparent and clean warm water drips from the mouth of a lion head statue carved from white stone, twists into a column in the air and flows softly into the pool.

At this moment, Serabelle was sitting in the water with her back against the wall of the bathtub. The water level was above her chest, and the white bath towel underwater was swaying like seaweed.

He bent his arms slightly and raised them horizontally, resting his elbows on the upper edge of the inner wall of the bathtub as if doing a chest expansion exercise, and with his palms facing up in a bowl shape, he caught a little of the liquid flowing from the mouth of the lion head statue beside him, shook it, and then poured it back into the bathtub.

This action made Vermouth, who was sitting face to face with him on the other side, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly and chuckle.

"What are you doing, playing with water? Such a childish thing..."

"Yeah, sort of."

Serabelle raised her hand and patted the lion head statue as if she was stroking a dog's head.

"I just wonder if the fountains in parks tend to run louder to avoid the situation where it looks like drool is coming out of a lion's mouth."

Vermouth: "..."

Well, I have to admit that there is a little bit, but there is no need to say it directly, right?

Things like the lion drooling, it feels like the whole pool of bath water is polluted, which is a bit disgusting.

Vermouth pursed her lips slightly, bent her long, white, slender legs underwater, pressed the knot of the towel on her chest with one hand to prevent it from unraveling, and with the other hand supported herself on the bottom of the bathtub, exerting a little force and stood up.

The bath water poured down from her body, landing on the water surface like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate. She walked step by step to Serabelle's side, turned half a circle and sat down next to her on the same side.

Then he reached out and gently poked the boy's cheek with the tip of his index finger.

"Hey, are you also paying attention to something so weird when you take a bath with Yukiko?"

"How to say?"

Serabelle squinted her eyes to show that she didn't understand what she was trying to say.

Vermouth withdrew her fingers and instead held her cheek, leaning half of her body against the edge of the bathtub. Her slender and soft waist was bent into a breathtaking arc, and with her legs entangled together under the water, she looked like a mermaid in a water tank.

She narrowed her blue-gray eyes and opened and closed her red lips: "If a normal man were in the same bath with me, his mind would have flown away."

"How do you know? Have you taken a bath with someone else?" Serabelle asked curiously.

“…I’ve never had this happen before.”

There was a moment of stiffness on Vermouth's perfect face, but she quickly adjusted her mood and refuted.

"But you also know my identity, Sharon Wynyard. If you look through my social media accounts, you will find that under every update there are people who want to drink my bath water, right?"

"I didn't expect you to like this tune..."

Serabelle tactically leaned back in awe.

You have to know that in the past, when he and Yukiko were playing romantic games in the bath, the latter would at most play a prank by suddenly lifting her legs and stuffing her feet into his mouth... Of course, they were all washed clean.

But isn't it a bit... to let people drink their own bath water?

"I didn't."

Vermouth rolled her eyes in an unpleasant manner.

"It's just that there are too many comments like that. If I were to delete them one by one, I wouldn't be able to do anything else for the whole day. It's most cost-effective to just ignore them and pretend they don't exist."

"Really? I thought you liked this kind of game very much." Serabelle thought about it, then felt that it didn't make sense. "But if you don't like this kind of game, why did you suddenly tell me all this?"

Ok?

Vermouth was stunned by this question, and her brain was unable to process it for a while.

Yes, why did she bring this up?

Oh, I remember now... I was almost confused.

Belmode slapped her forehead in her heart and said, "Isn't it because of you?"

"I?"

Serabelle became even more confused, wondering what this could have to do with him.

Vermouth asked back: "Isn't it true? You offered to take a shower with me, but after you came in, you did nothing but stared blankly. I really don't understand what you were thinking. Besides, would most people answer like you?"

"Ah? I didn't take the initiative. You took the initiative."