I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Chapter 11 Sending Away on the Spot

As the saying goes, you can despise my reasoning ability, but you can't insult my common sense.

So when Serabelle noticed the extravagant beetroot-like bandage on the other's right middle finger, he didn't know what to say.

I wasn't shocked, I just didn't understand.

Can you be more normal?

However, it is not difficult to understand why the strong man did this. After all, according to the method of committing the crime he deduced, the criminal would have wrapped two more layers tightly around the handle when throwing the body into the compartment in order to ensure that there was enough friction so that the dagger could be carried out by inertia.

This way the length increases instantly.

It's the same principle as a long, straight black hair that originally reaches the waist will shrink by at least one third after being permed into big waves.

Then we have to add the length from the handle to the top of the compartment, and the length from the top of the compartment to the prisoner's hand outside the compartment. The final total of two meters is already quite the limit.

But the same length of bandage wrapped around a middle finger will become...ah, I understand.

There was no need to continue the conversation at this point, as both sides had laid their cards bare.

Serabelle raised her hand and threw the trousers back to the burly man, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom door, leaving only a light sentence behind.

"Put on your clothes and explain to the police honestly. It is said that if you do that, it will be considered as surrendering and the sentence will be lighter..."

Bang bang!

Before he could finish his words, he heard the crisp sound of metal hitting tiles behind him.

Ok?

Serabelle stopped and looked back in confusion.

The sturdy man threw the trousers he caught to the ground with force, and his belt buckle hit the ground. His fleshy face became more and more gloomy and ferocious.

At this moment, Serabelle was less than four steps away from the bathroom door, but the other party was only five or six steps away.

If both sides rushed at the same time, even if Serabelle could reach the door first, she would be delayed in opening the door and would be knocked down by the strong man chasing her from behind.

On one side is just a trainee detective, who may be a minor in high school in terms of age; on the other side is a grown man, a desperate criminal who has resorted to desperate measures after his methods have been discovered.

Even if a scholar outside the door who has no experience in fighting and is only focused on finishing his graduation thesis saw this situation, he would know who would win and who would lose.

However, even at this seemingly desperate moment, Serabelle remained calm.

"Why, are you planning to stab me here and run away? But even if you can stab me, it won't work. The police are still guarding outside. If you really do this, you will probably be on the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's wanted list this afternoon, right?"

He was actually speaking seriously, but to the other party it sounded like sarcasm.

"...Shut up! Get out of here!"

The sturdy man, whose face was already torn, suddenly roared, breathing heavily and with red eyes, he strode towards the bathroom door, stretched out his hand and pushed Serabelle hard.

The movements are very simple and unpretentious, but also full of flaws.

After all, this is no longer the era of fighting with weapons and fists. No matter how strong your fists are, it is not as good as getting more certificates to increase your salary.

But there are always exceptions.

Snapped.

In a flash, a hand wearing a white disposable glove grasped the front end of the sturdy man's forearm from bottom to top, and at the same time, the other hand grasped the armpit and deltoid muscle from the inside to the outside... and swung it!

An over-the-shoulder throw.

This is a technique similar to using the opponent's force to counter attack in judo. It is used to break the opponent's balance at the moment when the opponent's center of gravity leans forward when attacking, and then use inertia to throw the opponent away.

However, in order to emphasize the competitive spirit, modern jiu-jitsu uses the over-the-shoulder throw to make the opponent's back land first. This way, even if the opponent is hit hard, it will not cause too serious injuries.

But Serabel's shoulder throw is completely different. He bends down and swings forward with a larger amplitude than the shoulder throw in modern judo. Before the opponent's body crosses the vertical center line, the force of the forward swing is changed to a downward pull.

The result of this is that the person being thrown will not land on his back as in a normal over-the-shoulder throw, but his head will touch the ground first at the moment when his body is completely turned upside down.

And because the distance is shorter and the speed is faster, even the world's top fighters would find it almost impossible to react and take action in such a tight time.

The inertia of the forward rush, the force of the over-the-shoulder throw, and the weight of the person being thrown, the triple pressure combined is enough to break the cervical vertebrae!

This is a shoulder throw from the ancient style of judo!

The strong man didn't even have time to shout. He felt dizzy in an instant and almost lost his sight. He had no idea that death was approaching.

Ah, no, this isn't a mission, we can't kill him...

The extremely fast movement brought about an equally fast airflow. Serabelle, who had been listening to the whistling wind in her ears with a calm expression, seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped pressing down. She arched her back slightly and released her hands.

Without the force pulling him down, his hand was lifted up instead. The strong man who lost his fulcrum on his arm almost somersaulted in the air due to inertia and landed heavily on the ground with a loud and heavy noise like a meteorite hitting the earth. Then he slid forward along the ground until he hit his face against the wall and stopped. His body softened to the side and he began to hold his butt and screamed in pain.

It looks like only my butt is suffering.

After confirming that her subconscious counterattack did not result in any murder, Serabel breathed a sigh of relief.

“That was a close call…”

Such a loud noise in the bathroom cannot be completely inaudible even through a door with a certain degree of airtightness and good sound insulation.

Just three seconds after the heavy object fell to the ground, the bathroom door was violently pushed open from the outside. Inspector Megure rushed in first, followed by several Metropolitan Police Department officers.

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

However, the expected scene of the criminals becoming angry and holding foreign friends hostage did not occur.

Serabelle was still leaning against the wall gracefully and calmly, slowly taking off the white disposable gloves on her hands and throwing them into the trash can beside her.

On the wall to the left of his body, a burly man dressed in an exhibitionist outfit was covering his butt and wailing in pain, looking like he had just been rescued from the basement of a horse girl.

Inspector Megure had a confused look on his face, having no idea what was going on.

Serabelle could only warn him out loud.

"The bandage on his right middle finger was the weapon that strangled the deceased."

“…Take it down and let us see!”

A police inspector is still a police inspector after all. Even though he is almost done with reasoning, he still has the necessary execution ability.

Soon, with the help of several police officers, the bandage on the strong man's finger was finally removed.

It was a bandage that was nearly half stained with blood.

The blood of the dead.

Seeing this scene, it was useless to say anything more, so Inspector Megure waved his hand decisively.

"Take him back to the police station!"

Chapter 12: Hibiki Eri: I was almost kicked?

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. The burly man in pants who initially resisted and tried to resist arrest was soon put on a silver bracelet and escorted into the police car with the concerted efforts of several police officers.

Perhaps it was because the sight of him yelling and wearing only a pair of boxer briefs when he was taken away was so funny that it diluted the heavy gloom that had shrouded the cafe after the murder.

Of course, even if it is diluted, it is definitely impossible to drink coffee as casually as before.

The police car outside the cafe had left, but the number of onlookers kept growing, like a swarm of ants that had smelled some leftover food.

At first, I saw a police car parked on the side of the road and came over to take a look out of curiosity. Later, when I passed by and saw so many people gathered in front of the store, I came over to join in the fun, and it was like a snowball rolling.

People all have the mentality of watching the show. The person who first knows the details will tell the people who come later what happened, and the people who come later will be asked what happened.

Through word of mouth, the murder case in the coffee shop has gradually evolved from "someone was killed in the toilet" to "the coffee shop owner was cheating on his wife and the mistress was killed by her in the toilet."

Especially when people saw that the person being escorted out by the police was a burly man in underwear, the rumor was further sublimated.

The perspective changes. After successfully solving the first case in her detective career, Serabelle walked around the cafe after coming out of the bathroom, but did not see Masumi Sera, so she went to the front desk to pay the bill first.

When he squeezed out of the crowd blocking the door, he saw a unicorn JK who had left earlier, holding the head of the bespectacled kid next to her with one hand and bowing to apologize to her sister.

"I'm really sorry that our Conan has caused you trouble!"

"Red bean paste Sini Masai..."

Conan standing next to him looked reluctant, but he had to bow down due to the heavy pressure above his head.

On the other side, Masumi Sera quickly waved his hands and smiled apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just chatted with this little brother for a while. It's no trouble."

huh?

Serabelle raised her brows slightly.

If he remembered correctly, this kid with glasses should have been taken away by a female lawyer who was also a suspect. Why is he going with Zhenchun now?

Wouldn’t it be nice to get close to a mature and charming queen-like wife?

As if she sensed the gaze coming from not far away, the girl with tiger teeth subconsciously turned her head, and then happened to meet the eyes of Serabelle who came out of the crowd, and she couldn't help but waved.

"Ah, Bernie-chan found it, here, here~"

“…Nice to meet you.”

Serabelle walked over and simply greeted a certain unicorn JK, before turning to Sera Masumi.

"I just walked around the store and didn't see you. Don't just run out without saying anything."

"Hey, sorry, sorry, it's mainly because the store is too stuffy."

"stuffy?"

"Well, it's not boring, it's mainly because there are so many people blocking the entrance and peeking in, it feels like watching monkeys in a zoo. Besides, I've finished my coffee anyway, so I'll just come out. And from this position, Bernie-chan will definitely see it as soon as he comes out, so it's not a big problem."

Masumi Sera laughed it off and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, compared to this, I just saw the prisoner being escorted out. Why was it him?"

"Because he was carrying a weapon."

"He actually kept the murder weapon on him after committing the crime? This criminal is very arrogant!" Sera Masumi exclaimed.

"Actually, I'm more inclined to believe that he didn't have a chance to deal with it."

Serabelle explained slowly.

"Based on the situation at the scene, I have deduced the criminal's modus operandi, and analyzed that there is a blood-stained cloth missing from the murder weapon. Since all four suspects have not left the cafe, it is obvious that the missing murder weapon must still be on the criminals. All we need to do is conduct a thorough body search."

"This body search you're talking about...is it serious?" Sera Masumi asked in a gloomy tone.

A trainee search officer wondered: "Are there any irregular body searches?"

"Bernini-chan, tell me the truth. Did you do anything strange to the suspect during the body search in the restroom?"

"Of course not."

“Then why do they all have pouty expressions when they come out?” The girl with tiger teeth glanced sideways.

"stick up?"

Serabelle thought about the meaning of this word in Japanese for a moment, and then said "oh".

"I didn't beat them up, I just searched their Ace..."

puff--!

As soon as he finished speaking, Sera Masumi covered his mouth and made a farting sound to indicate that there was a mouthful of blood in his throat and he didn't know whether to spit it out or not.

Unicorn JK's face turned red and her eyes became dotted. She also covered the ears of the kid with glasses next to her with both hands, for fear that the latter would hear something dirty.

Serabelle didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did: "Checking the back door during a body search is a basic course for search officers. It's the easiest place for the human body to hide things. Many drug dealers hide their goods there when transporting them."

"Stop, I understand the logic, but if I remember correctly, there seems to be a lady among the suspects. If no evidence is found on the first three, when it comes to that lady's turn, Berni-chan, are you planning to just stick your finger in... um, check it out?" Sera Masumi narrowed his eyes.

"Does this have anything to do with gender? Besides, if the other party really minds, I can ask someone else to do the examination, such as you, Zhenchun." Serabel shrugged.

"I don't want to!"

"With gloves."

"No then!"

While the brother and sister were still talking to each other, Conan began to look around. After searching for two seconds, he seemed to have successfully found the target. His little hand shrank and slipped out of Unicorn JK's palm. He trotted and fired a torpedo to the long-haired playboy, one of the four suspects not far away.

At this moment, the Playboy had no idea what would happen next. He was looking around as if looking for someone, but suddenly he heard a child's voice coming from below.