I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Just as Serabelle was violently dissing Dr. Agasa in her heart, the tea was served.

The moist hot air exudes a faint tea fragrance that immediately lingers at the tip of your nose.

Miyano Akemi sat down on the sofa opposite, picked up one of the cups, blew on it, took a sip and huffed.

"Speaking of which, Sera-kun, you haven't been here for half a month. Have you been busy recently?"

"It's not bad..."

Recalling a series of events involving a certain thief lady more than half a month ago, Serabelle slowly began to narrate.

Time passed by minute by minute, and a drizzle came outside the window.

Until the minute hand on the clock in the living room pointed from six to twelve, the sound of the engine of Dr. Agasa's classic Beetle was finally heard outside the door of the villa.

Mingmei sat on the sofa, tilted her head, glanced out the window, let out a soft "ah" and put down the teacup.

"It's the Doctor who's back. I'll go help him catch some things."

As he said that, he walked to the entrance and started to change his shoes for going out.

But before she could change her shoes, the main door of the villa was pushed open from the outside, and Dr. Agasa, who had just returned from shopping, stumbled in from outside.

However, what he was holding in his arms was not the vegetables bought from the market, but a short brown-haired girl who was also wrapped in a white coat, soaked all over, and about seven or eight years old.

Judging from his tightly closed eyes, he had lost consciousness.

Mingmei, who was standing at the entrance, took one look and exclaimed in surprise.

"Shiho?!"

But what was even more surprised was Serabel who heard her words.

"Is this your sister?"

Chapter 81 Gin: What a ghost!

Time goes back to late at night or almost dawn, in the organization’s base.

Seven hours had passed since Miyano Shiho was locked in the gas chamber.

During this period, no one delivered food or water...

Of course, the gas system was not activated.

This is a method Gin often uses to deal with disobedient people in the organization.

First, they are thrown into a small dark room and locked up for most of the day, so that they suffer from the fear of death and also suffer physical pain.

Hours of not eating or drinking, the increased consumption caused by the huge psychological pressure, and the bladder pressure caused by not even being able to go to the toilet are enough to make a healthy adult man quickly reach the brink of collapse in a short period of time.

As long as the other party is given a choice at this time, most people will immediately nod and agree, and would even kneel down and beg for mercy to let him go.

And because the memory of fear left in the gas chamber was so profound, after these people came out, they would tremble with fear whenever they heard the words "gas chamber" or "small dark room" for a long time.

If even grown men are like this, let alone a teenage girl of seventeen or eighteen.

In the office, Gin leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, staring with cold eyes at another researcher in a white coat who was hunched over a computer and nervously clicking to upload and submit recent research reports one by one into the server at the headquarters, until the last one.

Then he asked calmly.

"that's it?"

"Yes...yes, that's all."

Suddenly called upon by Gin for questioning, the man in the white coat, who was already in a highly tense state of mind, suddenly stiffened. He thought that the other party complained that the submission was too little and the research progress was too slow, so he hurriedly explained.

"Actually, this is already quite a lot. Normally, if it were Director Shirley, she would cut a little more. There wouldn't be this much..."

Before he could finish his words, Gin turned around and left the office without even saying a word.

This simple action caused the researcher to freeze in mid-air again, and the complexity of his inner thoughts was comparable to thousands of barrages being sent at the same time.

What does it mean that Brother Gin left without saying anything?

Or do you think their progress is too slow and want to make an example of them?

Am I going to be killed soon?

Would it be better for him to be more conscious and take the initiative to report to Director Shirley in the gas chamber?

Of course, it turned out that he was overthinking it.

On the other side, Gin, who had just walked out of the office, turned around and saw Vodka guarding the office door like a door god, and said something calmly.

"gone."

"Uh...oh, here it comes."

Coming back to his senses from his daze, Vodka was slightly startled and quickly followed his eldest brother's footsteps. He glanced at the still open office door behind him, moved closer and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, these researchers are not going to deceive us, are they? Now that Shirley is gone, will they hide something and sell it?"

"The devil knows."

Gin still looked indifferent, with the only thing on his mind being "where to go and who to kill". When he heard Vodka's question, he smiled coldly.

"We are only responsible for carrying out the mission from the headquarters. As for whether they are hiding something, that is the headquarters' business... Well, if they really dare to do so, I don't mind letting them experience my methods."

"Okay, let's go check out the gas chamber next."

Oh?

Upon hearing this, Vodka, who was originally a little sleepy, suddenly became energetic, and a malicious smile appeared above his overbite chin.

"Ah, indeed. Shirley was very arrogant before. She always dared to challenge you, big brother. I guess she is so scared that she is trembling with fear and shitting, hehe."

Gin didn't say anything in response, but just sneered and slightly quickened his pace.

The view switches to the gas chamber.

At the entrance of the iron gate that looked like a prison, a core member of the winery dressed in a black suit stood quietly, motionless like a human statue.

The sound of footsteps came from far away through the corridor. He took a glance through his sunglasses, then immediately turned around and bowed.

"Brother Gin."

Not wanting to pay attention to this lowest level of flattery, Gin went straight to the point.

"What's going on inside now?"

“No, I don’t know…” The short-haired man in black clothes and sunglasses, who was a core member of the grassroots, shook his head. “I was guarding outside the door the whole time and didn’t go in to check. But in the first two hours, I could hear occasional humming sounds from inside, but after that, there was no sound at all.”

Vodka was amused: "Could that Shirley have simply scared herself to death?"

"Is this... possible?"

After all, he is his superior, the man in black clothes and sunglasses answered hesitantly.

As he spoke, Gin quickly walked around the two of them, came to the door, grabbed the wired intercom fixed on the wall, paused for a moment, and then spoke. His voice was clearly transmitted into the gas chamber through the line.

"I'll give you one last chance now. Will you obey the organization or die in here?"

"..."

Silence for one second, silence for two seconds, silence for three seconds.

"Very good, you have guts."

Without giving any more time, Gin decisively hung up the phone and made a gesture to the man in black.

"Put the poison gas in."

"Eh? But..."

The man in black was stunned and was about to say something, but the next moment he was hit in the abdomen by a powerful uppercut.

Knocked down on the spot.

"Brother, just do what you say. Stop talking so much nonsense."

Vodka retracted his fist, bent down, took out the controller of the gas system from the opponent, pressed the switch button and warned.

Gin just glanced at the man in black who was lying on the ground, holding his stomach, his body bent like Xia Mi, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and vomiting continuously, and said nothing else.

Before long, with the gas system operating at full capacity, the poison gas blown out of the modified ventilation ducts quickly filled the entire room.

About ten minutes later, Vodka took out a gas mask and a body bag from somewhere and threw them to the man in black who had crawled up from the ground, hanging his head and daring not to speak.

"Go, drag the man out."

The man in black, who had just been beaten, didn't dare to say a word. He quickly put on the gas mask, took the body bag, opened the door and slipped into the gas chamber.

Gin and Vodka, who were waiting outside the door, stood a little further away.

But less than five seconds after the man in black entered the door, there was a knock on the door.

Gin picked up the intercom by the door.

"What's wrong."

"Brother Gin, there's no one in the gas chamber!"

"……what?"

Upon hearing the news, not only Vodka but even Gin was stunned.

He knew the structure of the gas chamber very well. There were only four walls and no place for people to hide. If there was anyone inside, he would be able to see it with just a quick glance.

However, the core members of the organization have all been strictly selected, and there are absolutely no interstellar players.

Is it possible...

With some ominous premonition in their hearts, Gin and Vodka looked at each other, and at the same time took out their gas masks and put them on, then opened the door and entered the gas chamber.

Sure enough, there was no one else in the gas chamber except the three of them.

The handcuffs were still hanging on the water pipe protruding from the wall, with the other end empty.

How can this be?

After a few seconds of silence, Gin turned around and gave the order.

"Notify everyone. Everyone must evacuate in two hours... no, one hour. Take away everything you can. Burn everything you can't take away or don't have time to take away!"

"Yes!"

Chapter 82: Ai-chan is small and cute

Time goes back to the present, at Agasa's house.

The meat, eggs and vegetables bought from the vegetable market that morning were now piled in packages on the dining table in the living room on the first floor, along with two large boxes of fragrant, hot fried chicken.

Oh, it can’t be called hot now.

After being placed indoors for half an hour, the crispy fried chicken, which was still a little hot when I bought it, has almost cooled down. When I touch the outside of the lunch box with the word "degradable" printed on it, there is only a little residual heat left.

It still smells good, but no one cares.

The only sound echoing in the huge living room was the humming sound of the washing machine in the bathroom.

At the same time, in Mingmei's bedroom on the second floor of the villa, the girl who had not yet recovered her memory was lying horizontally on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and her breathing became even.

Mingmei moved a chair to sit beside the bed, and reached into the quilt to hold the girl's slightly cold hands tightly like a mother accompanying her child in the hospital ward.

The door was only half-open. On the corridor on the second floor outside the door, the only two men in the villa looked at each other.

Serabelle was the first to break the silence, coughing lightly and deliberately lowering her voice.

"So where did you pick up that...Amei's sister, Doctor?"

"Let me think about it. The new family should be a little further away."

Dr. Agasa thought about it seriously, then pointed his finger in the direction of Kudo's residence on the east side.

That is the only way to go to the Beika-cho vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Serabelle said "oh" and her expression changed slightly.

Dr. Agasa murmured and added, "But it's probably not what you think, Sera-kun. I just happened to see a girl staggering on the road ahead and suddenly fell down."