I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"

what?

Serabelle slowly typed the question mark, thinking she had misheard, and thought to herself, isn't it obvious that you have already had dinner?

Using leftovers to entertain guests, right?

But the next second, Miyano Akemi clasped her hands together and said apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry, I slipped up and forgot I had dinner today. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"It's okay. I'm going back to have dinner anyway." Serabel shrugged to show that she didn't mind.

"I see. In that case, how about coming over for dinner tomorrow?"

Miyano Akemi said this in a tone so smooth that it sounded like a cat eating fish, a dog eating meat, or Ultraman beating a small monster.

Serabell was stunned again.

What do you mean, save the leftovers for tomorrow's guests?

"Of course we can't use leftovers!"

As if she could see what the other person was thinking, Miyano Akemi waved her hand slightly embarrassedly.

"The main thing is, we haven't seen each other since you left last time, Sera-kun, and I haven't thanked you for what happened that night, so treating you to a meal is just a small token of my appreciation."

There's absolutely no way to refuse.

Serabel had the same expression in her heart as when Tanjiro was hugged by Zenitsu when they first met.

After a little thought, he was forced to nod.

"...Alright, I don't have anything planned for tomorrow, so I'll come over around 4pm tomorrow?"

"Never mind, let's have lunch. Remember to come early. It's settled!"

As if afraid that Serabelle would regret it, Miyano Akemi quickly followed up and sealed the deal.

……

At the same time, in an almost abandoned industrial park more than ten kilometers away from Beihua Town.

The dusk gradually enveloped the area, and the only light was provided by the street lamps on both sides of the road, which flickered on and off and made crackling sounds as the electricity flowed.

Compared to half a month ago, this place is now even more desolate. The few factories have moved away, leaving only one small workshop still hanging on and another one that is simply standing there because the boss ran away and all the employees left.

Generally speaking, this is a deserted place where almost no one comes anymore.

But in this desolate land, in an abandoned dormitory building that seemed to have long been dilapidated, a report was casually thrown along the desk in front of a brown-haired girl in a white coat.

"I'll give you a chance to explain. Headquarters said you've submitted the same research report for three consecutive weeks. What's going on, Shirley?"

Hearing this tone that was flat and as if it was just a routine procedure, Miyano Shiho, who was sitting behind her desk with her chin supported by one hand, slowly raised her head and glanced at the tall, silver-haired man standing in front of her desk.

"Research report? Hmm...it seems like they can still receive what I send."

"What do you mean?" Gin asked coldly.

"Nothing, just the literal meaning."

Miyano Shiho smiled faintly.

"I submitted an application to the organization to mobilize people to help find my sister three weeks ago, but a whole week passed without any response, so I submitted the same research report in the second and third weeks. If you hadn't come to me today, I would have thought that my contact permissions with the headquarters had been banned."

"Now that you know that your contact permissions are still there, submit the research reports from the past two weeks immediately. You have seriously slowed down the research and development of the entire organization."

Just like issuing a notice and order, Gin turned around and walked out the door after saying this, without even intending to know whether the girl was willing or not.

Then, a voice of rejection came from behind.

"I said in my application report that as long as the organization can help me find my sister, I will do my best to help the organization develop drugs."

"……otherwise?"

Gin stopped.

Miyano Shiho said each word firmly: "Otherwise I will stop the research and development of drugs."

"Ah……"

Gin sneered with complete disdain and raised his voice slightly towards the office door.

"Vodka."

"exist."

Just as he finished speaking, a face that looked a bit silly even with black sunglasses on poked its head in from outside the door.

"Send this woman to the gas chamber," said Gin.

"Eh? Ah... yes, big brother."

After being slightly stunned by the request, Vodka noticed that his eldest brother's face looked a little strange, so he immediately agreed. At the same time, he strode into the office, walked to the desk, and grabbed the girl's wrist.

It has always been like this between him and Gin. No matter what the eldest brother orders, he will execute it first. Even if he has any questions, he will ask them privately after the execution.

"you……"

With the strength of a scientific research girl like Miyano Shiho, it was natural that she was no match for the strong man like Vodka. Before she could even resist, she was easily twisted and thrown out of the office with her arms behind her back.

In less than two minutes, the vodka was back.

He came to Gin and asked carefully: "Brother, is this really okay?"

"Problem? What could be the problem?"

Gin sneered.

"She thought she could use the progress of the drug's development as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the organization, but in fact, she had almost completed the drug a long time ago, right? It doesn't matter if she is not needed for the rest. Besides, the organization does not need such a member who likes to disobey orders. It is a good thing to take this opportunity to get rid of him."

"Oh~ Great idea, big brother."

Chapter 80 This is your sister! ?

the other side.

The cold and hard touch of the floor tiles penetrated her legs through her thin stockings. The brown-haired girl in a white coat knelt with her head down in the endless darkness.

Judging from the surrounding furnishings, this should have been a storage room, with no windows, no air conditioning, and not even a ventilation fan.

That’s right. After all, it’s a gas chamber, so there’s no need for things like ventilation fans.

The door is also specially made, with sealing rubber strips around the door frame, which ensures to the greatest extent that even if the room is filled with poisonous gas, no gas will leak out.

Good sealing means good sound insulation performance.

In an extremely quiet environment, even the sound of the heart beating and blood flowing through the blood vessels can be heard clearly.

How generous of you to give yourself some time to reflect on your life...

Miyano Shiho raised her head slightly to the side and took a look at her wrists which were handcuffed and tied to the exposed water pipe protruding from the wall, and thought to herself with some self-mockery.

It's indeed quite ironic.

A few minutes ago, she was the director of the scientific research department of the Japanese branch of the organization, and she could decide whether other people in the scientific research department would be promoted or demoted with just a word. As a result, now she has become a prisoner and a traitor of the organization who is about to be sentenced to death.

Oh, and it doesn’t necessarily mean the death penalty.

Miyano Shiho raised her head and looked at the air outlet of what looked like a central air conditioner above her head, and simply curled the corners of her mouth.

She had also heard that several disobedient members of the organization were thrown into this gas chamber. The purpose of throwing people here was not to poison them all to death. There were ways to avoid death.

Just surrender obediently.

However, just like a pair of legs broken by a steel pipe is difficult to recover, any member of the organization who walks out of here will never have the thought of betraying the organization again.

As for those members of the organization who refused to kneel until their death, they naturally got what they asked for. In the end, without exception, they were peacefully put into body bags and carried out of the gas chamber amid the hissing of poisonous gas.

Want to ask her if she wants to die?

The answer is naturally no.

Even though she is an outstanding scientist who has returned from studying in the United States and is indispensable to the organization, Miyano Shiho has only lived for eighteen years. At her age, her best life has just begun. If she could really enjoy a good life, no one would be willing to start the second round at this time.

But she had no choice.

Since her parents died almost as soon as she could remember, the only relative Miyano Shiho had in the world was her sister Miyano Akemi, who was her only spiritual support in the past twenty years of her life.

She certainly didn't want to die, but if the premise of living was to completely submit to the organization and stop pursuing her sister's whereabouts, and not know whether her sister was dead or alive until the last moment of her life, and spend her whole life lingering in a laboratory where she couldn't even see the sunlight day after day, then it would be better to start over soon.

The thought of such a life is disgusting.

But still the same sentence.

She had no choice.

Unless - a miracle happens.

Thinking of this, the girl took a deep breath, put her hand into the right pocket of her white coat, and took something out.

When he opened his palm, he saw a red and white capsule.

……

Time passed quickly and it was the next day.

At 22: in the morning, a black Audi slowly drove into Beika-cho -chome and stopped steadily in front of the gate of No. .

The weather today is a bit gloomy, and it even looks like it’s going to rain, but after all, it’s still daytime and the light intensity is more than enough.

After glancing through the car window at the familiar white round villa behind the low wall with the three big words "Agasa House" written on it across the road, Serabelle stopped the car and turned off the engine.

After all, this is a visit to someone's home instead of a meal in the company cafeteria, so you have to arrive early.

For example, if lunch is normally at 11 o'clock, then it should be half past ten at the latest.

However, considering that Mingmei specifically asked her to come earlier yesterday, Serabell felt that there was nothing wrong with coming at 9:30.

I got off the car, walked to the gate and pressed the doorbell, and a clear and pleasant doorbell sounded.

But the doorbell phone was not answered immediately.

Serabelle was not in a hurry either, she just waited quietly.

After a few seconds, he suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and saw that the curtains behind a window on the west side of the second floor of the villa seemed to be slightly moved by someone.

Well, quite cautious.

Perhaps the biometric facial recognition detection was successful. Ten seconds later, accompanied by the sound of a door lock being unlocked, the main door of the villa was opened from the inside, and a familiar figure trotted out briskly.

"Hello, hello, good morning, Sera-kun~"

"you……"

Looking at Miyano Akemi, who was still wearing pink bear pajamas, Serabell tilted her head.

"just got up?"

"Eh?"

Realizing that there was something wrong with her clothes, Miyano Akemi lowered her head, took a look, and then quickly raised her hands.

"No, no, I've been up for a while, but since we're at home, I just wore pajamas. It doesn't interfere with my work, and it's more comfortable... Okay, stop standing at the door, come in."

"coming."

As Mingmei entered the house, Serabelle sat down on the sofa, looked around the living room on the first floor and asked.

"Where's Dr. Agasa? It seems like he didn't see anyone?"

"Well, the doctor went to buy groceries. He heard that you, Sera-kun, were coming today, so he went to the most popular fried chicken shop in Tokyo early in the morning to buy some fried chicken."

From the kitchen came the sound of Mingmei washing cups and making tea.

fried chicken?

Serabelle thought to herself that he never seemed to have said that he liked fried chicken.

I'm afraid it's not you who wants to eat it, Dr. Agasa.

That's right, looking at that body shape, he looks like a fried chicken lover...