I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle decisively clarified the matter.

"You asked me if I wanted to take a shower together, and I said yes..."

"Normally, it's impossible to say yes in that situation."

Vermouth retorted.

To be honest, she is not the kind of person who often quarrels with others. In the past, everyone in the organization was either trembling with fear or respectful when they saw her. Even the fool Gin could be fooled just by following his logic.

But on Serabelle's side... somehow, Vermouth had an inexplicable feeling that she had met a worthy opponent.

"Why isn't it possible?"

Serabelle was even more strange.

"You were the one who asked me if I wanted to take a shower together, and you also said that it was best to clean up after returning from the hospital. You convinced me... and if you really didn't want me to agree, why didn't you just not ask from the beginning? Why did you have to ask this question? Are you playing hard to get?"

"..."

Vermouth felt that her perfectly disguised smile was about to break.

Indeed, at first she just wanted to play a joke on this boy who could be her son in terms of age, and she even expected that he would blush and show an innocent look when she asked him, "Do you want to take a shower together?"

Unexpectedly, Serabelle not only did not blush at all, but also agreed calmly.

What else could she say? Could she just blush and wave her hands and say forget it?

That is not Vermouth's character. It is absolutely impossible for the Thousand-Faced Witch to show cowardice.

Even in the most urgent situations, you have to keep a poker face... This is what Vermouth learned in the first lesson after becoming a disciple of Kuroba Toichi in order to learn the art of disguise.

Then the result is that he is naturally ruthless.

Vermouth decided to give it one last try.

She took a deep breath and extended her fingertips again, this time directly touching the boy's lips, then she leaned forward and blew her breath on his earlobe.

"Oh, really? What if I invite you to do... that kind of thing?"

This time there was no immediate answer, but Vermouth's fingertips were gently bitten by a pair of upper and lower incisors. It didn't hurt, and it was just stuck enough to prevent it from slipping out.

Then came the unclear voice of Serabelle.

"Are you serious?"

"..."

Feeling the numbing touch from her fingertips, Vermouth suddenly realized that she had made a mistake.

Chapter 646: Overthrowing Sister Bei

Two and a half hours later.

It’s still the same bathroom, the same bathtub, and the same two people.

The open mouth of the white stone lion head was still pouring warm water into the bathtub, and everything seemed to be unchanged from three hours ago.

Except... there was a wooden dining chair outside the bathtub, with a laptop on it, working.

Serabelle also remained sitting in her original position.

But at this moment, he had turned half of his body, pressed his hand, which had just shaken off the water droplets, on the touchpad of his notebook, and checked the search records so far.

A lazy, low and hoarse voice came from the side of a certain Thousand-Faced Witch.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

"Well, not yet."

After switching the software to the working mode of continuing to search through all the cameras in Tokyo, Serabelle turned around and said, her eyes, which were always expressionless, reflected her current state.

Compared to the super S queen who wanted to wear leather clothes, leather pants and hold a whip three hours ago, now Vermouth has completely calmed down.

To use an analogy, it's like a cat that is completely fed.

As we all know, cats are animals that like to stir up trouble. They will meow when there is something going on, and they will meow when there is nothing going on. When they see you are busy at work, they will deliberately jump onto the table and just pass by to make their presence felt.

Some of the more extreme ones will deliberately step on your keyboard or even lie down on it. In short, they will do anything to raise your blood pressure.

But if you stroke it until it becomes unconscious, it will stop behaving like that and will show its cute and lovable side contrary to its usual behavior.

Vermouth is in a similar situation right now, or even more extreme than that.

After all, what Serabelle had done to her in the past two or three hours was more than just petting a cat.

Vermouth was seen with her arms folded in front of her, resting on the edge of the bathtub like a school student sleeping in class, her head tilted and her face lightly leaning on it. The large bath towel that should have been wrapped around her body below her collarbone had long disappeared, just like the dark red that disappeared with the waves.

Oh, actually not really. To be precise, her bath towel was actually on the water surface not far away. It was constantly churning with the water flowing up from below, and it mixed with the one on Serabelle's waist, just like the situation of the two of them not long ago.

The Thousand-Faced Witch narrowed her eyes slightly, covered her mouth with her arm, and yawned with a suggestive sound. She then continued to lean her head sideways in her arms and looked at the boy beside her. Under the water, her legs, like a pair of deadly scissors, involuntarily moved back and forth slightly.

"Speaking of which, when was the first time you and Yukiko met? Could it be that time when we went to New York?"

"Ah."

As she spoke, Serabelle turned back to check the search results on her computer. After confirming that there was nothing, she continued to turn on the automatic search mode to look for Curacao.

Vermouth licked her lips, moved her legs out from under the water, stretched her toes and gently slid down over the boy's well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Just like you."

Serabelle looked away and shrugged.

"That night when we got back to the hotel, she was terrified but refused to admit it. She came to my room and pretended to want to tease me, and then I..."

"Helped her 'relax' a bit?"

Vermouth understood.

Serabelle nodded. "That's basically it. That's why I said it's similar to you."

"I see. Now I know why Yukiko is so obsessed with you..."

Vermouth snorted twice.

After all, they have been sisters in the same school for more than 20 years. In addition, she is the Thousand-Faced Witch who is good at seeing through people's hearts. Although Yukiko cannot say that she understands her sister 100%, she knows her sister very well.

The two men are from the same school and were taught by the same master. Their strengths are not on par with each other, but their strategies are basically the same.

So even the reasons for the rollover are exactly the same.

But then again, this beautiful boy who looks like a submissive, always has a face without any sense of shame but seems to blush at the slightest teasing, will suddenly turn from defense to offense and reveal his extremely aggressive nature once he gets on the bed, killing people without any protection.

With such a cute contrast, which woman would not be confused?

Now Vermouth can fully understand how her junior sister felt at that time.

"…So that's how you ended up leaving Yukiko aside and just playing on the computer?"

The Thousand-Faced Witch still raised her legs, with her toes pointed at the sides of Serabelle's waist, and used her big toe and second toe, which were also painted with light purple nail polish, to pinch the flesh back and forth, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.

And he has reason to be dissatisfied, because this guy has been in this state since they started.

He pressed her against the bathtub and punched her in the stomach violently, while at the same time checking the operation of the Sky Eye on the computer.

Even the computer and chair were pulled out of the bathtub with her, and then moved in one by one from outside.

How should I put it? It seemed as if operating the computer was the real job and she was just a byproduct.

Anyway, they didn't pay attention at all and the experience was terrible!

Well...bad only means mentally. Physically, it's still great. I'm absolutely stunned.

At least if she wasn't about to go on a mission at any time, Vermouth thought that even if she was defeated and had no weapons, she would still laugh loudly and keep fighting until she completely lost consciousness.

Just thinking about that situation made Vermouth feel a little weak in the knees.

Although her legs are weak now.

"No, I remember that time I took her to take a bath after we finished, and then we went to bed together..."

Serabelle recalled it carefully, then looked at the pouting blonde beside her and spread her hands irresponsibly.

"But you're taking a shower now, so I think it's still early for you to go to bed."

Yes, it's only five o'clock in the evening, and there is still about an hour before dark. No one would go to bed at this time nowadays.

but! Yes!

Is the key point to be whether to take a bath or not? !

The dissatisfaction on Vermouth's face became more and more obvious.

Maybe she herself didn't even realize that she now looked like a tsundere golden retriever cat that had just been mostly tamed but found that its owner was starting to act stupid again. It wanted to show its teeth and claws as before but didn't dare to because of the lingering fear. So it could only look at the owner as a fool and try to "give advice".

But then Serabelle exclaimed, "Or do you want a hug too? Really?"

Vermouth: "..."

Yes! But! Only one thing!

But! I still can’t say it!

ding dong~

At this moment, the "success" sound from the computer broke the stalemate between the two.

Serabelle looked in the direction of the sound and saw a picture pop up on the computer screen.

Judging from the time in the upper left corner, it was just now. The location was at a certain intersection in Tokyo. Curacao, who had been missing for most of the day, was being escorted to a certain place by a group of police cars.

Very good, it seems that the police department can finally hold back no longer.

Chapter 647 I have to find an opportunity to punish Sister Bei

At dusk, Toudou Aquarium.

Perhaps the popularity of the advertisement for the aquarium's updated facilities a few days ago has not yet worn off. Even though it is almost dinner time, the parking lot outside the aquarium's main entrance is still full of private cars. It would be difficult for new tourists to find an empty parking space.

But thanks to this, the sudden arrival of several police cars seemed less conspicuous.

The sky gradually darkened and the neon lights flickered.

At the exit of the aquarium parking lot near the ticket office, several men in suits and serious expressions gathered together, along with the amnesiac Curacao who was handcuffed and looked confused and uneasy.

If Serabelle was also here, he would definitely recognize them. One of these people was the National Police Agency officer who he saw arguing with Inspector Megure and others in the hospital at noon. He looked like a cadre-level officer. The others were waiting for his opinion.

"Mr. Kazami, are we all going to get on the Ferris wheel later?"

"No, I can do it by myself. Don't worry. She can't escape alone even if she kills me at that height on the Ferris wheel. You just need to guard down there."

Glancing at Curacao beside him, Yuya Kazami shook his head and gave instructions.

"After we go in, I'll go directly to the Ferris wheel, and you guys go talk to the aquarium officials and ask them to open a special passage for us. As far as I know, this aquarium is very popular recently. It will take too much time to wait in line normally. Besides, the handcuffs on her hands will easily attract the attention of other tourists. We can't arouse unnecessary suspicion from the general public."

It is indeed "suspicion".

After all, the invasion of the National Police Agency is as serious as the failure of a British missile launch. What is serious is not the invasion or the failure of the launch itself, but the fact that the general public knows about these things. That is truly serious.

Just as the purpose of national defense is to make ordinary people believe that they are protected, once this information leaks out, it will inevitably cause panic in society.

So we must be cautious and cautious.

"Understood!"*5

Without any unnecessary questions, five voices responded in unison to Yuya Kazami.

At the same time, on the other side of the parking lot, Vermouth was leaning against the passenger door of a black Audi, looking out with a telescope in one hand.

When the camera turned to the exit of the parking lot and saw Yuya Kazami and others, she raised the corners of her lips in a seductive arc and snapped her fingers lightly.

"Hmm~ Found it."

After saying that, she put down the telescope, opened the car door and got back into the car. She closed the door, put her hands behind her head, combed her big golden waves, and then turned to Serabel in the passenger seat.

"We've found Curacao. He's being led by some police officers. It looks like they're about to enter the aquarium."

"So you want me to rush over right now, knock everyone out, and take the target back?"

Serabil leaned his elbow on the car door, his cheek supported by the base of his palm, and asked vaguely.

"No, no, no, no~"