I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Quickly changing her tone and smiling to apologize, Yukiko continued.

"In the original novel, one day, three goddesses in heaven - Hera, the goddess of marriage, Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty - received a letter inviting them to a ball. Only the goddess of discord, Eris, did not receive an invitation. So in revenge, she made a golden apple with the words 'Dedicated to the most beautiful goddess' written on it. The first three goddesses quarreled over the apple, and the gods did not dare to make a judgment for fear of offending them. Finally, the three goddesses found the handsome shepherd Paris and asked him to make the judgment."

She raised her chin and pointed to Christo, who was surrounded by three actresses on the stage who played Hera, Athena and Aphrodite respectively.

"They tried their best to provide the most powerful conditions for Paris to choose them, but in the end Paris still chose Aphrodite, and with the help of Aphrodite, he abducted Helen, the queen of Sparta, which also became the fuse of the Trojan War in the future."

Yukiko deliberately kept the topic in suspense until here.

"But, this is the original novel. Nowadays, few people will buy into a story that is completely copied from the original novel, so we'll have to wait and see how it develops."

Huh...

Serabel thought, how else can it be adapted? Could it be that Aphrodite deviates from the original story, suddenly pulls out a pistol and says that hesitation will lead to defeat, and then decisively uses super-pure American Iai against the other two competitors?

The high-pressure situation turns into a nonsensical comedy in seconds, right?

But that would be quite interesting.

With this in mind, the plot on the stage has developed to the point where the shepherd boy Paris, facing the questioning of the three goddesses, said he needed to think about it, and then walked off the stage.

About half a minute later, the mirror that had been in the center of the stage since the beginning of the performance suddenly emitted a light, and the face of Keith, who had previously played the shepherd boy, appeared in the mirror.

But he no longer looked like a shepherd boy, but had turned into a six-winged archangel wearing a holy white robe.

"Well, next I will announce who is the most beautiful goddess!"

After saying this line, the dry ice device on the stage started instantly, and a large amount of white smoke gushed out from every corner and crack of the floor, obscuring everyone's vision.

In the misty smoke, a very thin laser beam flashed by.

This was followed by three consecutive gunshots.

Bang bang bang!

Oh shit, is this really American-style Iai?

Chapter 92 Any Sea King will be brought to justice!

The smoke on the stage soon dissipated. According to the plot, the next thing should be for the six-winged archangel played by Keith to announce the candidate for the most beautiful goddess.

But three gunshots completely broke this habitual thinking.

When the cable was pulled up, the angel that emerged from the misty smoke looked a little strange.

He lowered his head and said nothing. On his supposedly handsome face, there remained an incredible look of shock and fear. Dark red flowers quickly bloomed on the holy white cloak on his chest.

Ah this...

Yukiko and Chris on the side were still confused about the development of the plot, and Serabell raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth slightly.

On the stage, three goddesses were either lying, sitting or standing.

A pistol landed quietly in the middle of the three people.

They still maintained the same posture as when the dry ice smoke exploded, with their eyes tightly closed as if a flash bomb had hit their faces... Oh no, it was as if they were completely suppressed by the aura of the six-winged archangel that appeared from the mirror.

Tick.

A dot of dark red floated down from the sky, and like a reed, it flew down and landed on the face of Rose, the actress who played Aphrodite, who was lying in front of the mirror right below.

Feeling the sudden wet and warm touch on her face, the actress slowly opened her eyes.

However, under the stage lights, what comes into view is not the holy and solemn six-winged archangel.

Instead, it was a bloody corpse that was completely silent and lifeless.

"Ki-Kisi!?"

Rose's eyes widened in horror.

At the same time, the other two people on the stage also realized that something seemed to be wrong. They opened their eyes and looked up one after another, but they all exclaimed in unison.

"What's going on? What's happening?!"

"Kisi, are you okay? Kisi?! Put him down now!"

The stage suddenly became a mess. Rose cried and shouted, wanting to rush over to pull the person down. Lila shouted for help, and Akani shouted at the staff to put the person down quickly.

When things developed to this point, even Yukiko, who was far away in the audience, felt that something was wrong.

Even nowadays, stage plays often add some funny or even cruel performances in order to make the audience more interested.

But that kind of situation could only happen somewhere else. If this kind of thing were to happen in New York's Broadway, which has a strong traditional opera culture, it would be impossible unless the troupe never planned to perform here again.

What's more, even if it's just for fun, it's impossible for the actors in the troupe to call other actors by their real names during the performance. This is the most basic professional quality.

Did an accident really happen?

Yukiko had just thought of this when she saw out of the corner of her eye that Serabelle quickly stood up and walked down the audience stand.

When they arrived at the stage, the cable holding a six-winged archangel who had been shot on the spot had already been lowered by the staff.

Kiss, dressed in a white robe and covered in blood, was lowered from the cable and lay flat on the ground with his eyes open. The three actresses surrounded him, crying and shouting their names.

Serabelle walked over, passed by the three people, squatted down, checked their breathing, put on gloves and felt their pulse, and then gave a conclusion.

"Well, he is."

……

Good news, the American style Iai is really being performed.

The bad news is that it wasn't the other two actresses who were named.

Now that someone had been killed it was an established fact, and no matter how unwilling Serabelle was to be involved it was too late.

Ten minutes later, the familiar sound of sirens came from far away along Broadway and stopped outside the theater.

As luck would have it, the person who came was Inspector Radishu, who Chris had played not long ago and had fooled the other side's police, also known as Inspector Megure America, and followed by an American Takagi who was made of dark chocolate.

The moment he entered the performance hall, he caught a glimpse of Yukiko and Chris who were also on the stage, and was so shocked that his squinting eyes widened.

"Ms. Kudo? And Miss Wynyard? Why are you here too?"

"Hello hello~ Well, this is a long story."

Yukiko glanced at the three actresses who were mourning around the corpse not far away, then looked away and explained.

"We were originally invited to come and watch the rehearsal today, but we didn't expect something like this to happen."

"Oh, I was invited."

Sheriff Radishu nodded to show that he understood, and raised his chin towards the black assistant behind him.

The black assistant immediately understood and turned and walked towards the corpse on the stage.

When Sheriff Radishu turned around, he was stunned to see Serabelle who had walked around and returned to Yukiko's side.

"You are……"

When the words came out, Yuki reacted immediately and hugged her neck with his backhand.

"He is with us. He is my brother, Serabelle."

"I've never heard that you have a younger brother..."

"A relative's child!"

A familiar conversation.

Radishu touched his bald head and was silent for a while.

"What about Yusaku-kun? Didn't he come this time?"

"He didn't come. He was busy typing!"

"Is that so? That's troublesome. If Yusaku-kun were here... er, never mind."

Although he always felt that there was something else going on, it was someone else's private matter after all and it was not easy to ask too much. After a little thought, the bald sheriff changed the subject.

"Did you notice anything unusual at the time of the incident?"

"If you want to talk about abnormalities——"

Yukiko thought about it carefully.

"At that time, dry ice smoke was rising on the stage, and then I heard gunshots. Oh, and by the way, I seemed to see a laser trail in the smoke."

"That could be the aiming aid on the gun," Sheriff Radishu said confidently. "Where did it come from?"

"There."

Yukiko pointed to a separate balcony-like box on the second floor of the auditorium, nearly fifty meters away from the stage.

So far?

Radisius thought.

At the same time, the black assistant who had gone to investigate earlier also came back with two evidence bags in his hands.

One of them contained a pistol that did have a laser-assisted aiming feature.

The other evidence bag contained a feather.

The two had a brief conversation in English.

The bald sheriff nodded as he listened: "I see, then it seems that the murder weapon is undoubtedly this pistol... What, the bullet penetrated the body of the deceased at a 40-degree angle and got stuck in the wings behind? Is the angle so big?"

Thinking of the direction from which the laser was coming from that Yukiko mentioned just now, Sheriff Radishu glanced at the box on the second floor of the auditorium again.

Just as he was hesitating whether to send his assistant to investigate, Serabelle also switched to fluent English and spoke to the former without giving him any room for refusal.

"Is there no sign of any breakage in the mirror on the stage?"

"Uh... no, we didn't find any signs of breakage during our search..."

The black assistant hesitated for a moment, perhaps even he himself didn't know why, but he answered the question subconsciously.

"Really? Then the answer is very simple."

After getting the answer she wanted, Serabelle turned and looked in the direction of the four actresses on the stage.

"I think the murderer is probably Ms. Rose."

After a pause, he added.

"Of course, I don't have any conclusive evidence, but if the victim was to be hit from that angle, I think only Ms. Rose, who was lying on the ground at the time, could have done it."

Chapter 93 This is common sense, my friend.

On the stage, three New York Police Department forensic officers were still collecting evidence around the body of the deceased.

Four actresses stood far away at the edge of the stage, watching, some silent and some sobbing. At first glance, they looked like a group of widows.

The bald police chief Radishu, who had chatted with Yukiko for a while, went to his men to inquire about the situation.

"Did you find anything?"

"Ah... yes."

The forensic officer who was squatting and searching looked up and saw that it was his superior coming to question him, so he quickly stood up and reported.

"So far, we have found a small burn on the deceased's chest."

"scald?"

"Yes, right here..."

Reaching down, he slightly opened the collar of Kiss, who was lying on the ground with a very peaceful expression. He saw a long burn mark on his skin about five or six centimeters below his left collarbone.

"Secondly, there seems to be something strange on the deceased's hands."

"Oh?"

"Sheriff, look..."

He used gestures and words to signal Sheriff Radishu to pay attention to the deceased's right hand. When he turned his wrist, a large amount of blood stained the palm of his hand.

The bald sheriff touched his chin and said, "This should be the blood that flowed out when the deceased tried to cover the wound with his hand after being shot. But why does the shape of this bloodstain look a bit strange?"