I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

After receiving Inspector Megure's order, "Inspector Shiratori" nodded and left quickly.

Maybe it only took a few minutes, and Xiaolan Yuanzi and others, who were still confused, were quickly brought over.

Watching the police officers coming in and out of the room, Xiaolan instinctively sensed something was wrong.

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"Ah, this is..."

Inspector Megure was about to explain when an officer from the Forensic Department walked out of the room, holding a damaged camera in his hand that looked like it had been thrown into a washing machine and spun for thirty minutes.

"Inspector, we found the camera you asked us to pay special attention to. We discovered that not only the built-in SD card was removed, but also the front lens was severely damaged!"

"Camera?"

Inspector Kuramure's eyes fixed.

Serabelle on the side glanced at it and said calmly: "Oh, I did that."

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, not only the forensic officers, but even Inspector Megure was stunned.

He wouldn't go so far as to think that Serabelle was a Scout soldier, but... he couldn't destroy the evidence at will, right?

Serabel continued: "To be precise, he knocked on my door when he was still alive and tried to take pictures without permission. I had warned him once about this, so the second time I just crushed his camera... The location was right outside my room, and the time should have been around one or two in the afternoon."

"Oh, come to think of it, we were also..." Xiaolan seemed to remember something.

"Don't mention it. It's the same thing with me. That guy seems to like doing this. He knocks on other people's doors for no apparent reason and takes a picture when he sees them. He probably thinks he's very handsome." Sonoko waved her hand disdainfully.

Pu Siqinglan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Kosaka Natsumi nodded in confusion: "I don't think I have any?"

"Oh, that's it."

Inspector Megure nodded repeatedly to indicate that he roughly understood.

He turned to the others present.

"I'm sorry, the situation here is a bit complicated for the time being. Please go to the restaurant on the ship to gather. After all, it's dinner time. I will come and explain it later. Brother Shiratori, then please..."

"Sorry, I also have a favor to do and I need Officer Shiratori's help." Serabell interrupted in time.

Eh?

Inspector Megure was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

"Then please go on your own. After all, you should be more familiar with the road on the ship than we, the police."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll lead the way!"

At this time, Miss Sonoko stepped forward decisively, raised one arm high and led the others to the restaurant like a tour guide.

After the crowd had gone far away, Serabelle spoke again.

"Ever since I learned that Scoob was on this ship, I've been wondering how he got on board. I thought about it and finally came to the most likely conclusion that he was disguised as a passenger."

"Wait, doesn't that mean..."

Inspector Megure quickly turned his head and looked in the direction where Sonoko and others left.

"Of course, this is just my guess. The specific results can only be known after Officer Shiratori has carefully searched the luggage of every passenger."

Serabelle tilted her head and gave "Inspector Shiratori" a hint with her eyes.

"Remember to take special care of a certain cheongsam beauty."

Chapter 139 There Are No Black People in Russia

Half an hour later, we were still in the restaurant on the ship.

There was still a faint aroma of food in the air. Everyone was sitting quietly in their seats. All the used tableware on the table had been collected by the restaurant waiters and sent to the kitchen for cleaning.

Although we are going to talk about business, we still have to eat.

Inspector Megure stood majestically in the middle of the restaurant with his hands behind his back and his belly bulging. The dinner time of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was obviously earlier than that on the ship, so including the other accompanying police officers, they all arrived after dinner and did not dine with the others.

Inspector Megure looked around to confirm that everyone was there, then he coughed lightly and focused everyone's attention on himself.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get down to business. Let me first talk about the current situation. Mr. Kanchuan Long was found dead in his room at 7:40 this evening. The cause of death was a gunshot to the right eye of the head. According to the information at the scene and the clues our police have found so far, the criminal is an international wanted criminal named Scott."

"...Shikaobing?"

It is never easy to make everyone understand the current situation quickly. As expected, when this unfamiliar term came out of Inspector Megure's mouth, most of the people present showed a confused expression.

After all, the only ones who know the inside story so far are Serabelle, Conan, Inspector Megure, and the Suzuki couple who heard about it in the small room in the ship's safe last night.

Having said this, a scientific explanation is inevitable.

Soon, as they learned who the internationally wanted criminal named "Scottibing" was, everyone's faces changed instantly.

Gan Jiangyi, an art and antique dealer, was the first to stand up.

"Wait a minute, so we are now on the same boat with this dangerous man called Scoob?"

After all, he came here for the Egg of Memories.

When it comes to making money, the more the better, of course, even if it means a little more hard work and a little more running around. But if it costs you your life, then it’s not worth it.

If you have the life to earn money, you have to have the life to spend it.

Inspector Megure said with a serious expression: "Regarding this, our police are currently checking every area on the cruise ship, and we will do our best to ensure everyone's safety."

"Uh……"

Gan Jiangyi was still a little restless.

Inspector Megure did not comfort him further, but picked up the walkie-talkie from his waist.

"Brother Bai Niao, how is the situation over there?"

"…We have obtained the evidence and are on our way to the restaurant."

The sound of the white bird came clearly from the intercom.

Inspector Megure hummed, put down the walkie-talkie and turned his gaze to Serabel who was also sitting at one of the tables in the restaurant.

Translation - It's time to start your performance, brother.

Receiving a hint from a certain Stand user, Serabell put down the empty dessert bowl in her hand, stood up and stretched her body, then walked slowly to the side of Inspector Megure under the gaze of everyone in the audience.

"Well... Inspector Megure has already explained it in detail, but he still forgot to mention one thing, which is that there was actually something missing from the room of Ryu Samukawa who was shot by Skoubing. That was the SD card in his camera."

This statement is indeed a bit incoherent. Although the news that the SD card was taken away is indeed a strong clue in solving the case, but... so what?

Ignoring the questioning looks from those around her, Serabelle continued speaking.

"Actually, there's one thing I've been wondering about since the night before yesterday. Since Scoobing sniped Kaito Kidd, how did he know that Kaito Kidd would come and steal the Egg of Memory?"

"Well, actually, there's no need to dwell too much on this issue. After all, the security forces sent by Osaka and Tokyo at the time far exceeded what a normal art exhibition should have. Plus, with the appearance of Inspector Nakamori, it wouldn't be difficult to deduce what happened if someone saw it."

"But there is another strange thing——"

Serabelle spread her hands.

"If I remember correctly, it seems that this is inside information that the Egg of Memory will be brought back to Tokyo for inspection. What was announced to the public was that although it was stolen by Kidd, it has been recovered and is still on display in the museum."

"Then the question is, how did Scoobing know that the real thing was on this ship?"

The conclusion was about to come out, but Serabelle actually waved her hand again.

"Well, you don't have to take this too seriously. Just assume that he came up with it on his own. But I don't know if you still remember what I just said, that the SD card in the camera in Hanchuan Long's room was taken away... May I ask, under what circumstances would a person kill another person and take away the storage card in the other person's camera?"

Still asking and answering yourself.

"It's obvious that this person took photos of something they shouldn't have taken."

Serabelle turned to face Xiaolan and Sonoko.

"If I remember correctly, you guys were also photographed by him, right?"

"Uh, yes..." Xiaolan nodded unexpectedly.

Yuanzi got angry when she mentioned this: "Yeah, I remember, that guy knocked on the door for no apparent reason, and as soon as I opened the door, he took a photo, then patted his butt and left. He had no respect for other people's portrait rights at all. He was obviously a frivolous guy, but he had to pretend to be so cool and romantic."

“I wasn’t photographed, was I?”

When the old topic was brought up again, Natsumi Kosaka was still a little confused.

"He was going to take a picture of you, Miss Kosaka, but he knocked on the wrong door, so I crushed the camera as a warning," Serabell explained.

After saying that, he finally turned to Pu Siqinglan, who was sitting alone in a booth, walked over, and sat down facing her.

"So, may I ask if Miss Pu Siqinglan was photographed?"

This is a fairly simple question that requires only a yes or no answer.

However, such a simple question made Pu Siqinglan think for a full second.

"Yes, but there is nothing in my room that cannot be photographed, except my personal clothes."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you say no."

Serabell smiled rarely, stood up but did not leave her seat, and glanced at the other people in the restaurant.

"The reason I said so much above is actually to prove only one thing, that is, Shi Kaobing is among all of us present here."

"only--"

"Mr. Gan Jiangyi is an antique art dealer with over 30 years of experience. He has strong financial resources and there is no need for him to commit murder and robbery."

"Mr. Siluofu Chinikov, first-class secretary of the Russian Embassy, ​​has a formal staff job and his work experience is clean."

"Kanchuan Long, this guy was an unemployed vagrant, but he is dead now, so he is removed from the list of suspects."

"Then the only one with an unclear resume is you, the scholar who specializes in the study of the Romanov dynasty - Pu Siqinglan."

The corner of Serabel's mouth twitched slightly, he was trying not to let it rise so quickly.

"I know Miss Qinglan, you must be curious about why I would suspect you, so let me tell you a joke. I believe you will understand it."

"An American agent sneaked into Russia, but was soon discovered by the locals. He explained in authentic Russian, but the locals just didn't believe him. In order to prove himself, he danced authentic Russian folk dance, drank vodka, and ran back and forth naked in the snow like a bear, but the locals just didn't believe him."

"Guess why?"

Chapter 140 Who gave you the courage to hijack me?

“Because there are no black people in Russia.”

The first-class secretary of the Russian Embassy, ​​a genuine Russian, revealed the final funny part of the riddle with a short sentence in Japanese.

"That's right! Because there are no black people in Russia!"

Serabelle repeated this sentence, then raised her hand and touched her cheek. Her action and expression were very similar to the classic GIF of Nicolas Cage in the movie Face/Off.

Pu Si Qinglan did not speak. She remained silent, frowned slightly, raised her head and looked at the young man standing across the table from her, as if silently complaining that she did not understand what the other person was saying at all.

However, Serabelle did not give her the chance to remain silent.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at the Romanov scholar with a slightly aggressive attitude.

"You know, there is no such surname as 'Pusi' in China, and most Chinese people have brown eyes. Even those with pure black eyes are only a small minority... As for gray eyes like Miss Qinglan, we can't say there are absolutely no such people. We can only say that there are no black people in Russia."

At the end of the conversation, he actually came back to the same tasteless joke as before.

Although this statement was somewhat nonsensical, no one present was a fool. Serabelle's previous analysis had almost proven that Scott was among those present.

Among all the people at the moment, only Pu Siqinglan's identity is in doubt.

This is not a multiple-choice question, it is a proof question.

Serabel needs to prove that Pu Siqinglan is Shi Kaobing.

"Well……"

As if she had just come to her senses from the former's words, the graceful female scholar of the Romanov dynasty, dressed in a cheongsam, shook her head and exhaled a sweet breath.

"It is true that Serabel's reasoning is very interesting, but I still don't understand what you mean. If you insist that I am the internationally wanted criminal, then where is the evidence?"