I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Taking the elevator down to the single room floor, when Serabelle knocked on the door, a unicorn girl in the room had already finished washing and was waiting.

"Coming, coming~"

As the door opened, Xiaolan, who had a good night's rest and felt refreshed, emerged from behind the door with full of expectations.

However, to be on the safe side, she still played it safe, stuck her head out of the door, looked around to confirm that only Serabelle came, then she walked out quickly from the door, stepped forward and took the boy's hand.

"Good morning Belle, how was last night?"

"I'm fine..."

Serabelle raised her chin towards the door.

"Lan, are you done washing up? It's almost time to go downstairs for breakfast."

"Well, of course."

Xiaolan even changed her shoes while waiting for him to come down. Upon hearing this, she turned back to the entrance, took out the room card, put it away, and patted her pocket.

"Okay, let's go~"

Leaving the room, returning to the elevator lobby and getting into the elevator, the whole process took nearly half a minute.

It was not until the elevator door closed and began to slowly sink that Xiaolan let out an "oh" as if she suddenly remembered something, and knocked her forehead with the back of her hand with a clenched fist.

"Speaking of which, where are mom and Aunt Yukiko and the others?"

"They...

Serabelle squinted her eyes as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and her eyes were clear in meaning.

There was almost no need for translation - why did he need to say it? Of course, he was still lying flat on his back in the room.

"they?"

But Xiaolan seemed like she didn't understand and tilted her head in a cute way.

Serabelle had no choice but to use a more euphemistic approach.

"They... drank too much last night and are still resting now."

"Oh~ That's great."

Xiaolan narrowed her eyes and pouted.

"It looks like Mom and Aunt Yukiko had a great time last night, right?"

Serabelle: "..."

It's hard to judge. As soon as the unicorn girl said these two words, the small elevator space seemed to be filled with a strong smell of vinegar.

What, you want to join too?

Serabelle subconsciously wanted to say this, but she managed to hold herself back in time.

It’s not because I don’t dare, but because the answer is almost inevitable.

Of course Xiaolan really wants to join!

Seeing that the boy stopped talking, Xiaolan pouted slightly again, moved closer, took the initiative to put her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"So who is more powerful in the end? Who wins? Mom or Aunt Yukiko?"

"If I must say...it's a draw." Serabell shrugged.

"oh?!"

Xiaolan's eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

According to her expectations, she thought her mother would eventually run out of energy and be defeated, but in the end she was able to tie with Aunt Yukiko.

She is really working hard, mom...

For a moment, Xiaolan felt so confused that she didn't know what to say, so she simply changed the subject.

"What about breakfast later? Should I bring it up to mom and the others?"

"No, no need."

Serabelle shook her head.

"Before coming down, my aunt told me not to bring them breakfast, saying they would call the hotel and have it delivered."

"In order to avoid being discovered by me?" Xiaolan narrowed her eyes again.

"right……"

Serabelle paused.

"Then my aunt asked me to take you out to play more today. In short, I want you to distract yourself and try not to come back to the hotel."

"Haha~"

Now Xiaolan's expression became even more subtle.

Do we have to play outside all day? It seems that the battle last night was really brutal. It will take a whole day to recover. I'm afraid it will be similar to the last time she was in Kyoto.

But that time it was really too much, and she had to lie in bed the whole next day without getting up.

What was even more outrageous was that after she had been lying in bed for a day in Kyoto, Serabelle came over again at night, saying that the situation would not be aggravated... and then she walked to the back.

This is too much!

I really want to do this again~

Huh?

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Xiaolan's mind, and the horns on her head curled up as if they were aho-goddess.

If I can't go back to the hotel all day today, that means I can be outside with Sera-kun all day?

A big exclamation mark suddenly appeared above the girl's head, prompting her to tighten Serabelle's arm.

"Hey, Bell, why don't we go diving again today, just the two of us."

"diving?"

Serabelle was slightly stunned.

He understood what Xiaolan meant by "just the two of us", and with his diving skills, he would have no problem taking Xiaolan with him even without a diving instructor.

The only problem is that a shark bite happened just two days ago. Although it is basically impossible for sharks to come to the shallow water area they visited before, the diving equipment store may not be open?

Noticing the change in expression on Serabelle's face, Xiaolan blinked.

"Yeah, it's possible that Miss Yamaguchi's place is closed these two days, but we should still go over and take a look. If it's open, we can go diving. If it's not open, forget it. Is that okay?"

"Fine."

After a little thought, Serabelle finally agreed.

……

After having breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, the two left the hotel and went to the diving equipment store they had visited the day before.

Walking up the mountain road to the store entrance, the bright sunlight shines through the gaps in the woods, forming small spots of light on the washing area in front of the store.

But surprisingly, even though there had just been a shark attack and even the island's tourism promotion center had posted a notice advising people not to go diving in the near future, there was still nothing in front of the diving equipment store here.

There were no notices, no signs, and no lock on the door.

"Maybe this means... it's open?"

Xiaolan whispered optimistically, then took the initiative to step forward, opened the door and walked in.

Serabelle followed.

But the two people who entered the store walked around the whole place and didn't see anyone until they returned to the door. They found that... the cash register was turned off and even the power was off.

That means they really weren't working here today, and they didn't even lock the door?

Are the people here so simple and honest?

Serabelle couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and Xiaolan, who was beside her and realized this, came over and poked the boy's arm in a low voice.

"It seems like they really aren't open today."

"Well, it looks like we have to go back first."

Serabelle said this, but just as he was about to turn around and go out, he suddenly heard the sound of an oxygen cylinder falling to the ground in the washing area outside the door.

A deep and unfamiliar male voice was also heard.

"Oh, I was wondering where to find two scouts, and now they are delivered to my door. What a pair of star-crossed lovers."

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Serabelle and Xiaolan looked back at the same time.

The two treasure hunters who came into view were the ones who had killed their companions and were then interrogated by Inspector Megure.

One of them was a burly man with slightly long hair, dark skin and a turban. He smiled ferociously and waved at Serabelle provocatively.

"Come on, help us carry the oxygen cylinders to the car. You don't have to let your girlfriend do this kind of physical work, right?"

Serabelle: "..."

Xiaolan: "..."

People like this are really, isn't it good to be alive?

Chapter 689 Isn’t it good to be alive?

Ten seconds later, the two men who had just boasted that they wanted Seravel to do the hard labor of carrying gas tanks were knocked to the ground by the "young couple" in their eyes.

So in the bright morning sunshine, in the drying yard in front of the main entrance of the diving equipment store, Serabelle looked down at one of the treasure hunters with an expressionless face, stepping on the neck of one of the treasure hunters, playing with the gun he had searched from another treasure hunter, and constantly hitting the back of the other's head with the muzzle of the gun.

"So what did you just say? You wanted me to carry oxygen tanks for you?"

"No no! Sorry we were wrong!"

"That was just a joke..."

The two admitted their mistakes very quickly, but unfortunately their attitudes were not very sincere. They were simply temporarily succumbing to the force of Serabelle and Xiaolan.

Serabelle continued to hit the other man's head with the muzzle of the gun.

"Are you kidding? Although I'm British, I've lived in Japan for more than a year. In my impression, the people in this country are not crazy enough to joke with people with real guns every day, right?"

As he spoke, Serabelle had already checked the situation inside the gun chamber, removed the magazine and then reloaded it.

Not only are there bullets in the chamber, but the magazine is also filled with 9mm caliber bullets. Every component is lubricated very well. It is obvious that the man carries this pistol as a life-saving weapon.

"And I think you guys look familiar..."

Serabelle leaned down slightly and tilted her head to look at the turbaned, long-haired burly man who was also beaten to his knees.

"You were the ones who were attacked by sharks while diving the afternoon before yesterday, right? One of your companions even died. Are you treasure hunters?"

"No, no... I'm just an ordinary treasure hunter. An amateur treasure hunter at best."

The turbaned man argued quibblingly.

Although treasure hunting itself is not prohibited in Japan, the terms treasure hunter and treasure hunting enthusiast may sound similar at first glance, but there is a huge difference between them in essence.

To put it bluntly, treasure hunting enthusiasts pay more attention to the process of treasure hunting, while treasure hunters only focus on the treasure itself, and will never give up to achieve their goal. They will do anything to find the treasure.

boom--!

Serabelle didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so she turned the gun back towards his calf and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out of the gun and blood splattered.

The burly man with the turban shook violently, and Sisi clenched his teeth and made a whimpering sound in his throat, but he still held back and didn't shout out. Dense cold sweat instantly seeped out of his dark forehead.

There was still a faint white mist coming out of the muzzle of the gun. Serabelle pressed the hot muzzle directly against the scalp of the turbaned man.

In an instant, a wisp of black smoke from burning hair rose up, accompanied by a faint burnt smell.

Serabel's meaning was very clear. If he kept talking nonsense, the next bullet would blow his head off.

"name?"

"M-Matsumoto...Mitsuji."

The burly man with the turban spoke haltingly. This was his real name.