I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"But now the person has been picked up. We are walking down to the maintenance area of ​​the Ferris wheel. What do you say?"

"me?"

From Vermouth's side came the sound of sucking on a straw.

"I'm drinking coffee and watching the dolphin show right now."

"..."

This woman really knows how to enjoy herself!

Serabelle couldn't help but complain in her heart.

"Don't look at it. We are getting ready to leave now. You should go to the parking lot first. I don't want to miss the best evacuation time because I am waiting for you. It will be very troublesome if we are entangled by the police department."

"I know I know~"

Vermouth drank the rest of the coffee in one gulp and hung up the phone.

Here, Serabelle put away her phone and turned to look at Curacao behind her.

"We have to speed up a bit. We have to leave the aquarium at least when the cockpit turns to the bottom. Vermouth is already heading to the parking lot."

"Ah."

Curacao responded obediently without saying anything else. After a while, she spoke again.

"Are you on good terms with Vermouth?"

Ok?

This question made Serabel look at her more and asked back.

"So you have a good relationship with Rum?"

"I?"

Curacao was stunned, not knowing how to answer this question.

Serabelle added: "Since you want to ask me such a question, you should first tell me your opinion, right? Besides, I just rescued you from up there, so it's not too much to answer this question."

"I……"

After a brief hesitation, Curacao shook his head.

"Not really. Rum and I are just mutually beneficial. I work for him and he keeps me alive. If I can't work for him anymore, I will be killed by the organization."

"Oh, that's tragic."

Serabelle said without hesitation.

"In comparison, my relationship with Vermouth should be much better. We knew each other before, and today we just became close friends."

Establish a relationship where you know each other inside and out?

Miss White Hair, who was still relatively pure in this regard, couldn't help but feel somewhat confused.

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but I always felt that this description was weird.

What do you mean it was just achieved today? This is not a game. Does interpersonal relationship have a progress bar?

……

Meanwhile, in the parking lot outside the aquarium’s main entrance.

Vermouth has returned to the black Audi, holding a newly bought cup of hot coffee in a plastic bag.

She leaned against the car door and turned to look towards the main entrance.

Serabelle and Curacao are not out yet.

There's still some time. Let's make a call first.

Vermouth took out her cell phone, found the second number from the top in the call log and clicked to dial.

After a moment of waiting, the call was connected.

"Belmod..."

It still has the iconic dull inflection of Rum.

"I hope you have good news for me."

"Of course it's good news, and this time there's only good news."

Vermouth chuckled: "The good news is that Curacao has been taken back. I have to say that your subordinate is quite capable. He was handcuffed but still managed to take care of the police guarding her by himself. To be honest, even I am a little tempted to keep her with me."

Hearing this, the impatient Rum was unusually silent for a few seconds.

"...Where is she now?"

"He's not with me right now, but he'll be there soon."

Vermouth was just making things up.

"After all, she has been under guard by the police for such a long time. She probably hasn't even had a sip of water in half a day. We should give her some personal time, right?"

"……I see."

Rum responded, adding one last sentence before hanging up.

"Tell Curacao to meet me at the old place later. It's dinner time."

"of course."

Vermouth said with a smile and let the call be hung up.

Chapter 651 Sister Bei: Those are the clothes I gave him!

When Serabelle and Curacao came out of the aquarium, the Ferris wheel standing in the distance under the night sky was still turning slowly.

An ordinary Ferris wheel takes about twenty to forty minutes to complete a rotation. As the only and largest double-wheeled Ferris wheel in Japan, the one in the Touto Aquarium takes nearly an hour to complete a rotation.

This is also the reason why Serabelle was not in a hurry at the beginning.

If he can't escape from an amusement park in twenty minutes, then there's no point in playing.

Under the illumination of street lamps, the two crossed the parking lot and came to the black Audi, where Vermouth had been waiting for a long time.

When she heard footsteps and looked up to see the two people approaching, she put down her phone and smiled.

"It's still on time. It looks like there weren't any accidents. That's good news."

"Belmod..."

Seeing face to face the Thousand-Faced Witch, who was feared in the organization's legend, Curacao's expression seemed a little complicated, but it only took a moment for him to return to normal.

"What to say next?"

Serabelle skipped the unnecessary pleasantries, fished out the car keys from her pocket and pressed the button to unlock the door.

When he walked around to the driver's seat and put his hand on the door handle, Vermouth's voice sounded again next to the passenger door.

"Well, in line with the principle of sending a Buddha to the west, although Curacao has been rescued by us, we still have to send her to another place."

"where?"

"I'm not going to reveal more about this. Anyway, we just need to drive directly to our destination."

"understood."

Serabelle opened the door and got in.

On the surface, Vermouth's words revealed nothing, but in fact, she had said everything that needed to be said.

It is easy to imagine that as a core member of the organization, the first person Curacao would want to see after being rescued would be her immediate superior, Rum. And Vermouth's words "it's not convenient to disclose" further confirmed that the person Curacao wanted to see next was Rum.

"But you guys are really lucky."

The black Audi had left the parking lot. Through the rearview mirrors on both sides, Vermouth glanced at the Ferris wheel in the amusement park behind that had stopped turning.

"I guess the police have already discovered that the people have been rescued. If we were a step later, we might have been blocked in the parking lot. And Rum has given a death order."

"Really?" Curacao remained unmoved.

"of course."

Vermouth rested her cheek on the car door with one hand, looked at Curacao in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and slowly curled up a witch-like smile.

"You are now an important member of the organization. If an important member of the organization falls into the hands of the police and something is really found out, it will undoubtedly cause harm to the organization. So generally speaking, if it is determined that you cannot be rescued, what kind of action will the organization take? Do you know?"

"……Ok, I know."

Curacao paused only for a moment before returning to his normal tone, seemingly unfazed.

But Vermouth did not look away. She continued to stare at the latter's work clothes with the words "Toudou Aquarium" printed on them through the rearview mirror and restrained her smile.

"Also, how long do you plan to wear that work clothes?"

"Well?"

Curacao looked down at himself.

I have to say that this work suit is quite nice to wear, it is thin and loose, and apart from the fact that the color is not very bright or nice, there is basically no big problem with it. I have been wearing it all the way since Serabelle asked me to wear it, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But since I'm going to see Rum later, it's definitely not a good idea to go like this.

So Curacao took off his work clothes and wanted to put them aside, but after thinking about it, he still held them in his hands.

……

Half an hour later, as the in-car navigation prompt sounded, the black Audi driven by Serabel slowly stopped by the roadside.

Looking out of the car window, they had arrived at the main entrance of a magnificent building.

Going up the stone steps, there are uniformed security guards standing guard at the golden revolving door. They are strong and sturdy, and even at night they still wear sunglasses and put their hands behind their backs.

It feels like the prologue of 2077 where I went to the Blue Jade Building with Jack.

But the name is still far from the Ganbi Building. It is called - Dahei Hotel.

It's just... quite weird.

When other people build buildings, they name them after prestigious and prestigious names, but your name is Dahei... It doesn't sound like the name of a hotel, but more like the name of a dog.

And because their name is the Black Organization, not only do their clothes have to be black, but even the name of their own business has to have a black character in it?

Serabelle was too tired to complain.

"See you later, then."

Without any extra words, after the car stopped, Curacao pushed open the door, said a simple goodbye, and got out of the car and walked straight towards the main entrance of the hotel.

This hotel is originally an asset of the organization, so for Curacao, a core member, the journey was naturally smooth.

She entered the lobby and went straight to the elevator, taking the VIP elevator all the way to the top floor of the hotel.

When the elevator arrived at the designated floor and opened the door with a ding, soft and bright lights suddenly shone in from outside, accompanied by the aroma of wine and elegant piano music.

Curacao stepped onto the scarlet carpet and looked around. This was a panoramic western restaurant.

A dazzling crystal chandelier hangs high on the ceiling above, and on both sides are rows of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Looking out from the windows, the brightly lit city center of Tokyo is in the distance.

A figure was already sitting at the dining table by the window, looking at the night view outside through the floor-to-ceiling window beside him.

He was the only other diners in the restaurant tonight besides Curacao.

If you just look at his appearance, he is nothing more than a sloppy man in his sixties or seventies, with a shiny head worn smooth by time, crow's feet at the slightly sunken corners of his eyes, and clothes that look like they were picked up from some street stall. If he wears a turban, he will look like a ramen chef in a mobile ramen cart.

It can’t be said that his entire image is incompatible with such a high-end restaurant, but it can be said that it is completely irrelevant.

But he actually sat here, and...he had booked the entire place.

Curacao took a deep breath, walked lightly to the man's side, and bowed.

"Rum."

"Ah."

Rum, who had been looking out the window, responded with a nasal sound, turned his head slowly to look Curacao up and down, then nodded slightly and raised his chin towards the seat across the table from him.

"Please take a seat. You came back at a perfect time. The food will be served soon."

"Yes……"

Curacao sat down and carefully placed the work clothes on a chair beside him.