I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

A big drop of cold sweat fell on Conan's forehead.

"But what about Aunt Yukiko and Aunt Eri?"

"Still upstairs. I guess he's coming down now."

Serabelle shrugged.

"Sister Yukiko slept in and her phone was on silent mode. Considering that she would miss breakfast if she slept any longer, Aunt Eri went upstairs to call her."

"Oh……"

After hearing this, Conan responded woodenly.

Although sleeping in and missing breakfast may seem a bit strange at first glance, it is normal if it happens to his mother.

"By the way, do you want me to order you one too, with fruit in it?"

Serabelle glanced at the fruit smoothies in the freezer.

Conan was a little hesitant. Because of his wealthy family, he had never been as fond of fruits as the average Japanese.

But...

"Dah!"

Before Conan could decide whether to accept it or not, Xiaolan, who was standing beside him, refused it on his behalf with stern words.

"Conan is still a child. Besides, the weather is not that hot right now. Children have weak stomachs. What if they get an upset stomach?"

orchid……

Conan was so moved that he almost cried.

Although she has lost her memory and no longer remembers him, and even does not remember his former identity Kudo Shinichi, Ran is still the same Ran, the kind-hearted girl.

Unfortunately, the same words meant something different to Serabel, who knew the inside story.

What he thought was - how cruel, they were so eager to get rid of people that they didn't even want to give them time to have a smoothie.

Chapter 682: Is three rows acceptable?

Having said that, in the end, Serabelle still accepted a drink for Conan.

They had just ordered their food and sat down when Yukiko and Eri Kisaki, who arrived a little later, came down the elevator.

Serabell didn't know what exactly Kisaki Eri said to Yukiko, but judging from their reactions when they walked in and saw Conan was at the table, it was clear that she had made sense but not completely convinced.

"Ah, isn't this Conan?"

This is Eri Kisaki.

"Conan? Why is Conan here too?!"

This is Yukiko who looks a little flustered.

Conan holding juice:?

Putting aside Aunt Yingli, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but it seemed that his mother seemed a little abnormal today.

How could you be so excited when you saw your own son?

Although he was confused, Conan still greeted him politely.

"Good morning, Aunt Eri, and Yukiko...sister."

"Good morning, Conan." Kisaki Eri responded with a smile.

"Uh-huh, good morning..."

Yukiko still looked absent-minded, and even her greeting was perfunctory.

This made Conan, who knew his mother well, even more confused.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen. Under normal circumstances, whenever he was forced to call her sister due to Yukiko's coercion, his disrespectful old mother would smugly reveal a devilish smile.

Occasionally, when he is in a good mood, he will rush up, clamp his head with his fists, and drill it, while making a sneering laugh.

Today is so dull, could it be...that something is on your mind?

But what on earth could make his mother take it so seriously?

Can't figure it out.

The booth seats four people, but because Conan temporarily added a seat outside, it was not difficult for Yukiko and Kisaki Eri to sit down.

All the food has been taken, just sitting down is a triumph.

Serabelle inserted a fork into the pasta and while spinning it, she glanced at Conan who was drinking juice obediently beside her.

"Oh, right. So you rushed here in such a hurry. Is there something urgent?"

"Ah? Oh, yes..."

I don’t know if it was because the juice was too delicious or what, but Conan even paused for a second before coming back to his senses.

"It's like this. Yesterday afternoon, the island's tourist center sent an emergency patient. It was said that he was bitten by a shark while diving. Although he received timely treatment, he died in the end because of the serious injuries."

"Oh, you mean that person."

With this reminder, Serabelle immediately recalled the scene yesterday afternoon when they were on a speedboat and saw another speedboat rushing towards the seashore in the distance. At that time, one of the people on the boat was holding another 0.75 people and shouting to hold on.

"I know, what's wrong?"

"That's the guy. I was on that guy's diving suit afterwards. Oh, that's not right..."

Conan almost let the cat out of the bag, and quickly glanced at Xiaolan next to him. After confirming that the girl had been eating with her head down and didn't notice what he said, he breathed a sigh of relief and spoke again.

"I later heard from the doctor in charge of first aid that the man had a plastic bag stuck in his diving suit. The plastic bag had a push-type seal, and the contents inside could easily be squeezed out under high water pressure. But later the doctor found fish blood in the plastic bag."

"Oh?"

As a former intelligence agency investigator, Serabelle's keen sense allowed her to immediately understand what Conan wanted to express.

It is already unusual to have a push-sealed plastic bag containing fish blood inside a diving suit, as such a bag could easily leak under the pressure of water. Furthermore, since the bag also contains fish blood, it could easily attract the attention of sharks.

To sum up, this was a murder case.

But Serabelle did not express this conclusion on her own initiative, but cast a questioning look at Conan.

Translated it means - So why are you telling me this?

This look made Conan take a deep breath in his heart, thinking, why do you think I'm telling you this? !

But on the surface he continued to use his babyish voice.

"Brother Sera is a detective, and now something so big has happened, so I was wondering if I should tell you, Brother Sera."

Oh, to put it bluntly, they want him to be a shield, just like Kogoro Mori.

Serabelle continued to squint: "Where is your uncle Maori?"

"Uncle Maori..."

When Kogoro Mouri was mentioned, Conan suddenly had the urge to hold his forehead.

"Uncle Maori went out to drink yesterday afternoon and didn't come back until midnight. He has been sleeping in the B&B until now."

What the hell, how can you just let go of the drinking? Besides, the theme of Shenhai Island is diving and treasure hunting, not a drinking carnival, right?

Serabelle couldn't figure it out.

But that didn't stop him from refusing.

"Then call the police. Just like you said, something like this has happened. No matter what, we have to call the police first."

Conan was stunned: "Well, of course, I have already called the police, so after breakfast..."

"Don't go."

Seeing that this guy still wanted to trick her into solving the case, Serabelle decisively refused.

"I haven't been asked to solve any cases. Besides, I'm on vacation now. Mindless overtime and overwork are not advisable."

“That’s right.”

Even the person sitting opposite, Kisaki Eri, spoke up.

"Work and vacation must be separated. Otherwise, if you always mix them up, not only will it be difficult to take a good vacation in the future, but even your work efficiency will be greatly affected. Moreover, such matters can be left to the police. You should trust their ability."

Believe...a ghost!

Conan wanted to protest loudly, but he couldn't.

At this time, Serabelle also silently added the last sentence.

"Or you can go back and take a look now. Maybe Uncle Maori has sobered up."

Conan "..."

What’s going on today? A murder has happened!

……

Helpless, Conan went back after breakfast.

Due to time constraints, Serabelle and the others found it was almost noon by the time they finished breakfast, and it was lunch time soon. They couldn't go anywhere nearby to play, so they could only return to their rooms to rest.

In the familiar king-size bed room, accompanied by the sound of access control unlocking at the entrance, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Yukiko stepped in first, followed by Serabelle.

Serabelle closed the door behind him, and while the older girl was still changing her shoes, he stepped forward and skillfully put his arms around her waist.

"Sister Yukiko."

"……Um."

"Did Aunt Eri tell you something?"

"……Um."

"What did you say?"

"I said—"

Yukiko was about to say something but stopped herself. She turned her head slightly from her face down looking at the instep of her feet, glanced at the young man who was holding her beside her from the corner of her eye, bit her lower lip in distress, a blush quickly rose on her face, and her voice became as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"She said...if she and I were together with you...well, that's it, I want to ask if you can accept it..."

"what?"

Because the sound was too unclear at the end and was intermittent, Serabelle still couldn't hear it clearly even at such a close distance.

At this time, the blush on Yukiko's face had already spread to her ears. Unable to bear the shame in her heart any longer, she finally turned her face away.

"Don't ask, you'll know when you wait till night."

Chapter 683: Both mother and daughter are black (laugh)

As I said, Shenhai Island is good in every way, its only drawback is that it is too small.

After all, it was originally just a primitive island fishing village. Not to mention any tourist attractions, to be precise, there was no tourism industry at all.

Although the news of pirate treasure from three hundred years ago has suddenly become popular recently, it has managed to develop a small amount of tourism business.

But in essence...it is still a small island.

Including those that are not available in other places in Japan, there are only three things in the entire Shenhai Island that can be called selling points.

Beaches, festivals and diving.

The festival only takes place at night, and the islanders are busy with their own housework during the day.

As for diving, because of the shark attack that happened yesterday, not to mention the tourists, even the diving equipment stores on the island will probably be closed for a while.

Therefore, the only thing left that can be considered as a tourist selling point is the exclusive beach behind the hotel.

It is precisely because of this that when Serabelle and others arrived at the beach, they saw that the beach stretching for thousands of meters under the dazzling sunshine was already crowded with people, and huge parasols were blooming on the beach.

“There are so many people…”

Hibiki Eri put her arms behind her back, adjusted the hood of her sun-protective jacket, and couldn't help but complain.

A seaside vacation is like going to a swimming pool. It's great to enjoy a huge swimming pool all by yourself, but it can be too lonely.