I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

Fortunately, there is no...

Seeing that it was almost time, people who had already arrived in the square began to walk into the building in groups. In addition, the weather outside was indeed a bit too hot. Dr. Ali looked around and planned to call the children to follow them. Go inside.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the other end of the square.

I saw ten black limousines driving into the square in front of the building that was already full of cars.

It was not that ten guests arrived at the same time, but only one.

Suzuki!

The consortium logo printed on the body of each car silently tells this point. The motorcade lined up is like a black dragon, passing through the square with ease and dignity, and the sound of people is silent wherever it passes.

The third car in the convoy stopped next to Serabel and others.

It seems to be the core of the entire team. When it stops, all the other cars in the team also stop.

The car window slowly lowered, Mrs. Suzuki sat in the back seat and did not move. She just smiled and nodded towards Sera Belle outside the car window.

And Serabel also gracefully responded with a British gentleman's salute.

At the same time, the back seat door on the other side opened, and a young and beautiful girl emerged from it, making a funny "clang" sound.

Serabel subconsciously followed the sound.

It didn't matter if he didn't look, he almost staggered when he saw it.

No... Sonoko, why are you wearing Shirley's hairstyle? ! ?

Chapter 165 Gin: Shirley, I will still recognize you even if you become a fool...

Enter the Twin Towers skyscraper and come to the waiting hall.

As the saying goes, arriving early is worse than arriving wisely. Since all the guests who were supposed to go up earlier had already gone up, by the time Serabel and others arrived at the elevator door, the VIP elevator had just come down.

So everyone entered the elevator.

When the elevator door closed and started to rise, Xiaolan curiously asked about Yuanzi's hairstyle.

"Speaking of Sonoko, why did you suddenly change your original hairstyle? I almost didn't recognize it when I first saw it."

"Eh? Really? Really?"

Hearing what his friend said, Yuanzi proudly touched his newly permed short hair of the same style as Shirley's big waves and slightly curly hair.

"Really, it's not an exaggeration at all."

Xiaolan told the truth, while staring at her friend fiercely.

It has to be said that hair style changes a person's appearance quite a lot, not only the appearance of the hair, but also the temperament.

Sometimes it can even modify the shape of your face.

For example, if the former Sonoko was just a plain girl who didn't know how to dress up.

So now, even if she is put on the cover of some Paris Fashion Week impurities, there is no sense of disobedience.

A big transformation, this is...

"To be honest, the inspiration for changing my hairstyle actually came from that girl."

Yuanzi and Haibara Ai were not very familiar with each other, so they could only smile and nuzzle in the direction of the latter in the elevator.

"Well, I'm quite satisfied with this hairstyle anyway, but it's a little troublesome to take care of."

"Yes, I remember Yuanzi, didn't you hate taking care of your hair before?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"That...that was true before..."

When mentioning this issue, Miss Sonoko's eyes wandered slightly, and after a while of moving around, they finally accidentally landed on Sera Bell, who was in the same elevator and making eye contact with the girl with brown hair next to her.

Sensing the gaze from the side, Serabel turned her head and glanced, then tilted her head.

"what happened?"

"Ah... no, nothing..."

Seeing that his sneak peek was discovered, Yuanzi looked away slightly hastily. After thinking that it seemed impolite, he moved his eyes back again, calmed down, and pointed at his hair.

"Sela-kun, how do you think I look after changing my hairstyle?"

"……very dangerous."

Sera Bell gave a very pertinent evaluation.

But Yuanzi obviously didn't understand this joke, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Nani?"

Sera Bell had to slowly explain to her: "Sonoko, do you watch cartoons? In order to show their wifely power, many wife characters in cartoons usually have their long hair tied up and left around the side of the neck to the chest. style, but because this type of character is easy to get messed up in the animation plot, this type of hairstyle is also called 'high-risk hairstyle'."

"Oh……"

Sonoko nodded blankly, touched his hair, and then suddenly came to his senses.

"Eh? Wait, wait, wait... What does this have to do with my new hairstyle? Isn't this a high-risk hairstyle?"

"Recently, this is the case."

"Eh? Really fake?!"

Serabel's original intention was just to trick Yuanzi into changing her hairstyle.

Although he had never seen what Haibara Ai looked like before she shrunk after taking APTX4869, when he first saw Sonoko after changing her hairstyle in the square downstairs, the first thought that came to Serabel's mind was "Damn it, I'm sorry for you."

After all, the facial features of both of them are not bad, and they both have Asian faces. In addition, Yuanzi does have a quiet and ladylike feeling when her facial expression is not violent. Once she is seen by the winery staff, she may be mistaken for the person.

Then the fun will be big.

Then it becomes——Ah~ Shirley, even if you become a fool, I will still recognize you!

As if she sensed the rude thoughts of someone next to her, the brown-haired girl in the elevator silently rolled her eyes.

……

At the same time, the sky outside the Twin Towers skyscraper had completely darkened.

About 200 meters away from the square, a completely inconspicuous second-hand van parked quietly on the side of the road. Except for the front windshield, every window was coated with a dark film, making it difficult to see what was inside. The driver's seat and passenger seat are also separated from the rear by thick curtains.

There were no lights on in the car, and the only light source was the screen of a laptop. The dim light reflected illuminated a familiar wide face that covered the sky.

The picture on the screen was divided into dozens of boxes, and a small bomb icon was drawn in each box. The current status of the bomb was displayed below the icon.

The 5-minute countdown is always on standby.

After confirming that the status of all bombs was correct, Vodka picked up the intercom next to the computer.

"Hey, it's me. I've confirmed that all the bombs on the top floor, banquet hall, power generation room, and server room are ready to be activated at any time. Please withdraw."

"Yes!" *N

Hearing the uniform response coming from the intercom, Vodka did not immediately cut off the call.

He continued to hold the walkie-talkie and think for a while, with a sneer on his lips.

"By the way, you are all on the server floor now, right? Drop by the control room and take a photo of every scene and send it to me. The people who came to the opening ceremony today are all dignitaries. Maybe there are goals of the organization inside. Woolen cloth."

"Yes!" *N

Still neat and uniform.

It only took about two or three minutes, and with a slight ding-dong sound, a notification that an email had been received popped up in the lower right corner of the laptop screen.

At the same time, the voice of his subordinates on the intercom also sounded.

"Brother Vodka, we have sent the photo!"

"I know, I've seen it."

After replying impatiently, Vodka completely cut off the call and moved the mouse on his laptop to click on the email.

The next moment, more than a dozen photos appeared on the screen.

"Tsk, these people... can't they be a little more meticulous in their work? So what if they get closer and take pictures? Who can show them if they take such a blurry picture!"

Vodka glanced at it and complained unhappily, but he still clicked through each one honestly.

Look to look, complain to complain.

"...Huh? Wait a minute, who is this face?"

The complaints came to an abrupt end, as if he suddenly saw something incredible, his thick eyebrows under his sunglasses bounced up.

After a two-second pause, Vodka decisively dragged the mouse and copied the picture he just turned to into the recipient box named "GIN", and clicked to send.

The email showed that it was sent successfully, and another deeper and hoarse voice sounded on the intercom.

"What are you sending me, vodka?"

"Ah, that's a photo taken in the elevator of the Twin Towers skyscraper. Brother, please pay attention to the person on the upper left side."

"photo?"

Gin's voice on the intercom caused a moment of confusion, but soon the confusion turned into a sneer without any emotion.

"I see. I didn't expect our traitor to come to a place like this. Okay, okay, let's use this twin-tower skyscraper, which is said to be the closest to heaven, as her execution ground, Shirley... "?

Chapter 166 Fast forward to Sister I’m Sorry

Unsurprisingly, the opening ceremony was in the style of a high-class dance party. It started with a buffet. There were all kinds of delicacies in the banquet hall for guests to help themselves to. If they met an acquaintance, they could go up and have a chat. In short, the atmosphere would be warmed up first.

Serabel is naturally honest and polite.

Anyway, he is neither a politician nor an idol. He is just a stranger at the banquet where celebrities gather, so he doesn’t care if anyone notices him. He walks from east to west and south with a plate. When we go to the north, we can choose whatever is delicious and focus on traveling.

As for Mouri Kogoro and others who came with them, the situation was similar.

The only one who was more miserable was Dr. Ali, who was looked down upon by a certain brown-haired girl. Even though a big pot of fragrant fried chicken and roasted elbows was right in front of him, he could only silently eat the low-calorie food carefully selected by the latter. Japanese food.

The first half of the opening ceremony was spent in a relatively relaxed and lively manner.

After most of the guests present had almost eaten and drank, several waiters wearing Tokiwa Foundation uniforms entered the banquet hall silently, covered the leftovers one by one, and then left quietly while pushing the dining cart.

The whole process was quite natural and hardly disturbed anyone. Everyone just felt that the venue in the banquet hall had become a little more spacious at some point.

Serabel has never been in the habit of eating too much at a meal, so apart from eating something at the beginning of the dinner, she just stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the banquet hall with a drink, and looked out like some other guests. The majestic Mount Fuji in the distance at night, take a sip from time to time.

"...So you are in a place like this."

The girl's faint voice came from behind mixed with the melodious saxophone music.

Serabel turned around and saw that it was Huihara Ai, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"You're asking me... but you, don't you want to continue looking at the doctor?"

"No, the dining carts have been removed anyway. Even if the doctor wants to secretly eat high-calorie food behind my back, there is no chance."

As Hui Yuan Ai spoke, he cast his gaze not far away.

Serabel looked in her direction and saw Dr. Ali, who was bald and gray-haired, holding his round belly in his hands as if he was not full yet, watching the dining car go away with a sad expression.

That's horrible……

Serabel brought back the topic: "Okay, so what do you want from me?"

"It's nothing, but sister, didn't I entrust you to take care of me?" the brown-haired girl said lightly.

"...?"

Serabel said to herself, making it seem like you really need my care. Doesn't this make Dr. A Li's arrangements clear?

"Nothing, I was just joking."

Seeing that his ridicule did not have the desired effect, Haihara Ai decisively gave up on this style that was not very suitable for him.

She pointed in the direction of the temporary stage set up in front of the banquet hall. There was a booth under the stage and on the side. There was a red convertible sports car parked on the platform. Gentaibu Mimitsuyan and three little ones were surrounding the sports car, pointing. He couldn't help but wonder how such a big sports car was transported.

"It's almost time to pass. There seems to be some kind of event planned over there."

"Activity...ah."