I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Oh~"

Serabelle hadn't expected there to be such evidence, and she couldn't help but whistle.

This time, even the smoke test step can be saved.

Chapter 95 Yukiko gradually sees through everything

There are thousands of ways to kill someone, but the motive behind the crime is nothing more than love, hate, and vengeance.

What's more, he killed four people in the same troupe at once. Not to mention being shot, it wouldn't be surprising even if his head was cut off and put in a bag one day.

After the troupe's leader was shot and one of the remaining four leading actors was arrested by the police for attempted murder, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the troupe was over.

The rehearsal could not be completed and tomorrow's official performance could not take place.

Yukiko originally just wanted to take Serabelle to visit the most fun places in New York before officially starting work tomorrow, and visit old friends, but she didn't expect this to happen.

Now that the murderer has been caught, and considering that staying would only increase the embarrassment, Yukiko simply said hello to a bald police chief and then dragged Serabell away.

The view turns to outside the opera house, where the warm lights of the street lamps on both sides of the street in front of the door are stained a little dark blue by the flickering police lights.

Passersby, whether they were tourists or New York residents, tilted their heads to look at the panda-colored police car parked on the side of the road, and guessed in English with various accents what had happened.

Yukiko stroked her cheek with one hand and smiled helplessly and slightly apologetically at the blonde beauty beside her.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to invite Miss Chris to the opera, but I didn't expect to be dragged into something like this."

"It doesn't matter. It was just an accidental encounter anyway. Anything that happens can be considered an unexpected gain."

Shrugging to indicate that she didn't mind, Chris pulled out a box of ladies' cigarettes from her coat, took out one and lit it. Then she took out her cell phone to look at it, raised her head and smiled at the two of them.

"Sorry, it looks like I can only stop here tonight. My colleague has sent me a message, probably asking me to go back and prepare for tomorrow's schedule."

"Eh? Now?"

Yukiko was slightly stunned and seemed a little reluctant.

She raised her watch to glance at the time and then let out a small cry.

"It's already past nine o'clock, which is really not too early... Well, especially for women, early bedtime and early rise are the only way to maintain good skin condition."

"That's it."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling the smoke along with the evening breeze, the blonde beauty turned sideways and waved.

"Then see you next time, there is Mikiko, and..."

She shifted her gaze to Serabelle and paused briefly before saying her name.

"Sera-kun."

"Goodbye~"

There was no way there would be any flaws on her face of perfect determination, and Serabelle waved her claws in a flat tone.

Chris raised the corners of her mouth slightly, raised her eyebrows, then quickly took out a baseball cap from her body and put it on her head, turned around and took a step forward.

Under the street lights, Yukiko watched the blonde beauty's back as she left, holding her face with one hand and tilting her head like a wife.

"Hey, Sera-kun, is it really such a coincidence? Do you think this Miss Chris could have deliberately waited for us here from the beginning?"

Hearing this, Serabelle pondered for two seconds.

"Although I would like to say that the probability of this happening is so low that it can be almost ignored, but judging from the fact that she was able to appear here precisely from the beginning and even disguised herself as Sheriff Radishu, it is not completely impossible... So, Sister Yukiko, have you thought about when you revealed our whereabouts?"

“It seems like there really is——”

Yukiko pointed her index finger at the corner of her mouth and tried to get away with it.

"Before I left, I retweeted Ms. Chris's post on Twitter, added a sentence 'New York, I'm coming', and also liked it."

"?"

There was a huge question mark on Serabelle's head.

Oh my god, the traitor is right next to me?

However, Yukiko understood his question mark as something else, and her deliberately cute expression suddenly turned into a smile with a hint of malice.

"Are you thinking, Serah-kun, that if I retweet this using my own Twitter account, it will surely be seen by others, and then you'll be in trouble if it's discovered that I'm with you?"

Without waiting for Serabelle to reply, she continued asking and answering her own questions.

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems. I used my smurf account when I reposted it. The profile picture was of me when I first learned how to cross-dress and put on makeup for the first time. To be honest, it's a bit ugly, but it was my first successful cross-dressing after all, so I took a photo as a souvenir. Of course, I've never officially shown it to anyone."

"Oh……"

Upon hearing that the message was forwarded from a small account that no one knew about, Serabelle was relieved intellectually, but instinctively she still felt that something was wrong.

After all, the encounter with Chris Wynyard was too coincidental, so coincidental that it seemed as if it had been arranged in advance.

But if Yukiko really forwarded the message using a small account that no one knew about, how could the other party recognize it?

Without time to think about it, Serabelle raised her head slightly, looked over the crowd coming and going on the street, glanced at the golden figure that was about to walk away.

"Let's talk about this later. I'm going to follow her. Sister Yukiko, you should go back to the hotel first."

"Oh, no?"

The expected response did not come, but instead an older girl grumbled in dissatisfaction with her lips pouted.

"Although this is New York, the security in the United States is not that good after all. Isn't it a bit unsafe to let a woman go back alone so late at night?"

"……what?"

Serabelle was shocked and thought, what do you want me to do? I can't send you back to the hotel first and then come back to follow you. This is not Hyrule, and Chris is not Princess Zelda who was rescued seven years after the game was released and was not in any problem until the eve of the release of the new game.

They're all blonde though.

"What I mean is..." Yukiko blinked, her expression gradually becoming cunning, "We can go together, and then go back together."

"No."

Serabelle flatly refused.

"If the other party is not (a member of the organization), it's fine. But if he is, once he is discovered, I may not be able to protect your safety... And if you are really worried about your safety, Sheriff Radishu is still inside. You know him, so if all else fails, just ask him to send someone to give you a ride."

"Forget it, I'll go back by myself."

Yukiko was just a kid who was playing tricks and simply wanted to go with Serabelle, but when she saw that the plan didn't work, she gave up.

"Well, that's fine. I'm off."

Feeling that they had reached a consensus, Serabell nodded, then turned and left, following the blonde beauty who had already walked thirty meters away.

As a result, Yukiko was the only one left at the theater entrance.

Just at this moment, a cool evening breeze blew by. She stroked her brown curly hair on her forehead and sighed softly.

"You're really being polite, Sharon..."

Chapter 96: Following Sister Bei

The perspective changes, away from the bustling lights and debauchery of Broadway, to the black buildings standing silently in the night, with a faint smell of rust in the air.

This is the interior of an abandoned factory in Long Island, southeastern New York.

Two figures were walking in the distance, one in front and one behind.

The golden one walked in front with a bag in his hand, while the black one followed behind at a distance of more than fifty meters.

Since it was abandoned a long time ago, the environment here is almost a complete uninhabited area.

No one cares, no one supervises, no one lives...

Even scavengers would not appear here, because there were nothing but heavy rusted steel bars and plates inside.

Some of the smaller pieces had long been taken away by the scavengers who had arrived earlier, and the rest were large pieces, weighing hundreds of kilograms or even tons, which was simply impossible for human power to move.

Serabelle followed him all the way from Broadway Avenue to here. He had no idea why the other party came here at this time, but he was sure that there must be something fishy about it.

In fact, in Serabel's mind, he had already equated Chris Wynyard with a member of the Black Organization.

After all, the three points of blonde hair, femaleness, and the ability to cross-dress were enough to make him suspicious, and now she came to such a place late at night. It was hard to say what a big star was trying to do by doing this.

But if he is directly identified as a member of the organization, then everything seems to make sense.

For example, coming to New York is ostensibly to meet fans and conduct idol business, but in reality it is to carry out tasks assigned by the organization.

For example, looking for something.

For example, killing someone.

Even though the above information is currently unknown, we will surely find out as long as we continue to follow it.

But then again, is it possible that the real Chris Wynyard has actually been killed or coerced and imprisoned a long time ago, and the current Chris is actually just a member of another organization pretending to be Chris?

Just as Serabelle was thinking this, the blonde beauty who had been walking in front without looking back suddenly turned around and walked into an abandoned factory.

In?

Serabelle hesitated.

He was very cautious along the way, always keeping his distance and making sure there was a shelter within five meters to hide.

But it would be different if the other party entered the building.

There was no way for me to see inside the building from outside, but if I followed in, I might be discovered in reverse, or I might be ambushed.

Just like in the Home Alone movie.

In short, it is very dangerous to rashly follow the enemy into a building that you are not familiar with.

After thinking for a few seconds, Serabelle chose to enter another factory building separated by a street from the previous one.

Walking along the stairs that were a little creaking due to disrepair, they reached the roof of the factory. Sera Bell stepped on the roof and looked at the twilight.

Most of the factories here are of similar style, they are very simple pointed-roof iron houses. When it rains, the raindrops hit them. If you are in the factory, you can hear as if there are thousands of Ansai waist drums beating at the same time above your head.

Soon, Serabel found a place where he could steal chickens.

It was a cable connecting the corners of the roofs of the two factory buildings, but it was not the kind of cable that was hung on a telephone pole for electricity. Judging from the way it was set up, it should have been used to hang signs or colorful flags at intersections.

As long as he could get to the top of the factory building opposite, he could see what was going on inside the factory through the hole in the roof.

Without hesitation, Serabell crouched down and walked lightly to the corner of the roof. She checked the place where the cable was tied to confirm that there was no problem with the bearing capacity, and then pulled the other side.

Well, it should be pretty solid.

The problem is not big.

Then the next step is the tightrope walking segment... No way.

Although Serabelle has excellent skills and good balance, he has never received any training in the circus and has no confidence in things like high-altitude tightrope walking.

So he decisively chose to put his feet in the air and hold the cable with both hands to move forward little by little.

This is the safest way. Although it is a bit embarrassing, it is at least safer than dangerous behaviors such as tightrope walking.

What's more, the speed is not slow.

Serabel moved forward steadily, alternating his hands every three seconds, from ten meters above the ground to seven or eight meters. In order to prevent the cable from shaking too violently, he slowed down as much as possible.

But when he reached the middle of the cable, he suddenly stopped, then quickly hooked his legs onto the cable, while keeping his body as straight as possible.

It wasn't because Serabelle was tired and wanted to rest.

Instead, he heard the sound of someone walking out of the factory he was about to go to.

Although she was not sure whether the other party would look up and whether she could see clearly in such dim light, Serabelle decided to play it safe based on the basic principle of caution.

After all, based on common sense, even if they accidentally caught someone hanging from a wire in their peripheral vision, a normal person would suddenly wake up and take a second look to confirm whether they saw it wrong.

In contrast, if it looks like a black mass, even if you don't know what it is, you will subconsciously think it is a snakeskin bag or bed sheet blown by the wind.

It turned out that Serabel's decision was correct.

After the figure walked out of the factory, he looked around as if to determine the direction, and only left after confirming the direction to go next.

When the other person turned his head, Serabelle saw the face clearly.