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

Ignoring the first two items among the pile of equipment that exploded from Sawaki Koi's body, even the dagger can still be said to be carried for self-defense in order to prevent being plotted by Murakami.

But what do you mean you just carry playing cards with you?

This is an obvious result, because every time a serial murder occurs so far, the criminal will leave playing cards or playing card-related objects next to the crime scene.

For example, Megure Police Department represents the King's dagger, Fei Yingli represents the Queen's flower, and Dr. Agasa represents Jack's sword.

So there is no doubt that as long as the prisoner still wants to take action this time, he will definitely bring playing cards.

It's just that this copy of the playing card that was supposed to appear on the so-called Murakami's body was actually found on Sawaki Taira's body.

Not to mention the mysterious detonation remote control.

He had both stolen goods and his logic was smooth, and he was given a pair of silver bracelets that had been weathered for a long time on the spot.

The perspective changed and returned to the lobby of the underwater restaurant. The sommelier, who had become a prisoner, was tied to the dining table with five flowers.

But it's not just a simple tie.

Normally, the dining table in a restaurant is placed horizontally on the ground, but Serabel went so far as to erect the table directly, using only two table legs and the edge of the table to make the entire dining table stand like a Russian turntable.

As for Sawaki Hiroshi, he was tied up hand and foot and fixed on the table just like VAN in the dark dungeon, but with his head facing downwards.

The reason for doing this, in Serabel's words, is that since it is impossible to punch or kick him to resist strict discipline, it will be counted as intentional injury, but the interrogation must have the appearance of an interrogation, and it is also to prevent the other party from repeating it. If you want to cause trouble, this is the only way.

You must know that people who keep their heads down for a long time can easily cause cerebral congestion. Even the brave and well-trained special forces cannot bear that bad feeling.

Feeling uncomfortable?It’s okay to feel uncomfortable!

As the saying goes, there is leniency for those who confess, but there is no severity. Even the Mumu Police Department felt that this guy had a bad taste, so he should apply to be the Minister of Punishment Dangdang, or simply get the title of Punishment Immortal.

So the following scene appeared in the hall - the sommelier was tied upside down to the dining table in a very deep and dark posture. Opposite him, a young man sat on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a cane elegantly with one hand, and there were many things on the ground behind him. I bought bottles of champagne, roughly estimated to be twenty or thirty bottles.

Serabel tapped her cane on the ground like a judge demanding silence in court: "Okay, first question, what is the purpose of doing this by pretending to be Murakami?"

"You...let me go! I'm warning you! This is illegal imprisonment! I want to see my lawyer!!!"

Sawaki's fair answer was completely off-topic. The former gentle sommelier disappeared and was replaced by a red-faced criminal with disheveled hair. After his crime was exposed, he could only yell in a rage and scream at the top of his lungs.

"It seems that you are still very energetic. Do you think this position is very comfortable?"

Serabel pursed her lips and sighed helplessly, then raised her left hand and stretched it out behind her.

Shinto Nagaaki, who had been prepared for a long time, handed over a bottle of champagne. Without looking back, Serabell grabbed the neck part of the bottle slightly below the mouth and borrowed it, and then began to shake it up and down.

It looks like shaking an orange before drinking it.

"Hey!" Conan whispered trying to stop.

"Brother Sierra..."

The Mumu Police Department is also a little nervous. After all, he is still a criminal police officer. No matter how hostile he is, letting Serabel be so unbridled is already his bottom line. If he continues to go too far, he must take action to stop it.

"Don't worry, I'm not that crazy."

Serabel's shaking of the wine bottle did not stop, it was still shaking rhythmically, but the movements became harder and harder.

He pursed his lips at Sawaki Hiroshi, who was being helped on the table.

"Do you think I will use the wine bottle as a blunt instrument and smash it directly into your face? No, no, no, that would be too wasteful. I just want to...please Mr. Sawaki drink some wine to calm down and stop being so excited. "

After the words were settled, Serabel stopped shaking in her hands, grinned and bit the cork with her back molars, and then pulled off the cork and the aluminum foil paper on it with one force.

puff!Crash!

In an instant, the bubble pressure accumulated in the champagne bottle due to the violent shaking burst out.

The light golden wine rose into the sky from the mouth of the bottle, drawing a graceful arc in the air and leaving a trace of wine aroma. After tracing a perfectly mechanical arc, it accurately urinated on the sommelier's face.

Zekihe didn't open his mouth to receive it, but he didn't learn the magical skill of controlling his body to close his nostrils.

Then there is tragedy.

"Ahem! Stop... stop! Ouch... Gulu Gulu Gulu... vomit!"

Serabel's act of spraying champagne at the sommelier actually lasted less than two seconds before diverting the firepower.

However, even if it was less than two seconds, it was enough for Sawaki to bear it.

Both his nostrils were filled with champagne, and the strong aroma of the wine rushed straight to his brain, accompanied by the pain of drowning. The stimulation of his respiratory system made him instinctively want to blow out the foreign matter through his nose.

Serabel stood up suddenly, came to the table where Zeiki was tied, grabbed one of the table legs and lifted it slightly, and the dining table standing on the ground rotated 180 degrees counterclockwise.

As a result, Zekihei was able to return to the head-up position. The wine in his nostrils followed the gravity and flowed down along the outline of his cheeks. It was mixed with snot, tears, saliva, etc., forming a paste.

"...It's really ugly, Mr. Sawaki."

Sera Bell came to the sommelier with a cane, looked up and down, and then raised the bottle of champagne in his hand that only had half a bottle left after a full round of eruptions.

"Cheers."

After saying that, he raised his head and took a proud sip, smacking his lips when he put down the bottle.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't taste as good as expected, not as good as coffee."

"..."

At this time, Sawaki Fairy was completely stupid.

He never expected that this boy, who looked to be at most a high school student, would be so violent with his hands. If it weren't for the discomfort between his mouth and nose that was still strongly stimulating his brain, Sawaki would almost have thought that he was Having a nightmare.

Without needing any answer, Serabel continued to slowly raise the tip of the sheathed cane and point it between the sommelier's eyebrows, forcing him to raise his head and look directly at her.

"You know, I'm glad you didn't meet me ten years ago, otherwise I would definitely chop off your head and hang it on the Big Ben in London... Okay, so now we can calm down and talk. Have you talked about it?"?

Chapter 250 Even low places are not good ()

After being tortured like this, Sawaki finally recognized the reality and stopped talking nonsense.

After all, let alone the fact that he had become the enemy of everyone present from the moment his identity was revealed, and now even the police were not helping him stop a madman who was always waterboarding people, it would be nothing more than saying too much if he continued to talk harshly. Take some pain.

Especially in this place where there is no sky and no earth, dozens of meters away from the water, no matter how loud you shout, no outsider can hear you.

Cooperation is the only way to survive.

And Serabel also showed just the right amount of kindness. Seeing that the sommelier had calmed down, she did not turn the table to turn him upside down, nor did she pour champagne over him.

So the two parties returned to their original positions, one was still tied up, and the other returned to the seat facing him with a cane.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Serabel tapped her cane on the ground.

"Still the same question, Mr. Sawaki, what is your purpose in choosing to impersonate Murakami's father-in-law to commit serial murders?"

purpose?

Sawaki's face was slightly moved, and he seemed to sneer.

Although he didn't dare to pretend to be strong in front of Serabel anymore, the look in his eyes became more and more fierce, and like a wolf, a faint green light flashed across the faces of everyone present.

"Of course it was to get revenge on some of the people who were there."

"Revenge? You actually said it was for revenge?!"

Koyamauchi Nana, who was already hostile after learning that Sawaki Fairy was the prisoner, suddenly screamed when she heard that the other party had set up such a trap and even tried to kill everyone just to avenge a small number of people present. The voice screamed.

"Hey! I don't know who you, the sommelier, have a grudge against here. I don't object to revenge, but at least don't involve me, an unrelated person, okay! You have reasons for wanting revenge, I Isn’t there any difficulty in being implicated for no reason? Is it just because I have the word Nana in my name!"

"To shut up!"

Sawaki, who was tied to the dining table, suddenly burst out with a loud roar. Due to excessive exertion, his respiratory system that had just been replaced was once again stimulated, and he coughed violently.

"Ahem! If you... Ahem! Think about it carefully... are you innocent? Ahem! Think carefully about whether you have any reason to be revenged..."

"I……"

When the sommelier said this, Koyamauchi Nana was stunned on the spot.

The curse words she had been shouting a few seconds ago were still on her face, but her eyes were shrinking little by little.

"Wait a minute, could it be that the person at that time...was you?"

"what happened?"

Sensing that there seemed to be an unknown past in the conversation between the two, the Memu Police Department immediately asked in an alert voice.

Zekihei didn't answer immediately, but kept staring at the female model with extremely sinister eyes.

Koyamauchi Nana was silent for a while and turned her face away.

"It was about one night a few months ago. I was driving home. Because there was no one around at night, I drove faster. As a result, I accidentally ran through a red light. Although I was driving out I braked suddenly before the stop line, but I still rushed out for a while, when a motorcycle happened to drive by..."

"Then you hit him?" Megure Police Department guessed what would happen next, "And that person happened to be Mr. Sawaki?"

"No, I didn't hit him!"

The female model denied it and argued with reason.

"I didn't really hit him at the time, but he still fell to avoid it."

"But if you just fall..."

Kogoro Mouri, who had been offline for a long time, looked blankly at the female model, and then at the crazy Sawaki Kogoro. He didn't quite understand why he would kill someone just because he crashed the car.

Logically speaking, shouldn't this kind of thing be treated as a traffic accident?

"I lost my sense of taste after that," Sawaki added coldly.

"Eh?"

"Yes, I was the one who was killed in the crash. Although I didn't suffer any serious trauma because I was wearing a helmet, my internal taste nerves were damaged. After that, I couldn't taste anything anymore."

The tongue of a wine taster and the hands of a pianist are all tools for survival. Once injured and have sequelae or become disabled, it will be a huge blow like a catastrophe.

Sawaki continued to grit his teeth and said: "Although I was able to continue my work as a sommelier with my remaining sense of sight and smell and the experience accumulated over the years, that went against my perfectionism, so I originally planned to kill After they completed my revenge, they resigned and returned to their hometown..."

"You said 'them', right, so who else here do you want to kill?"

Serabel interrupted the sommelier's chatter and turned to look around at the people behind her.

"Did Ms. Koyamauchi cause you to have a car accident, but what about other people? Or was there someone else present at the time who also used a car tire to crush your head back and forth, causing you to look like this now?"

"Hey, brother, don't say this nonsense. I have never done this before. I have always been very cautious when driving." Shishido Nagaaki, who talked the most, raised his hands to show that he was innocent.

The two sang in harmony, as if they were talking about cross talk.

However, Sawaki Koichi was obviously not in the same mood now. He continued to cast his sinister eyes on a certain food essayist, Minoru Nishina, who was standing at the back of the crowd, and gritted his back molars.

"And you, Nishina! You use your reputation as a food essayist to spread false knowledge about red wine to readers. I will never forgive you for this!"

"Uh……"

Being named out in public, Nishina's face became embarrassed, but he did not dare to refute at all.

As the saying goes, real gold is not afraid of fire. He knew very well that his knowledge on red wine was quite insufficient, and at most he could only deceive laymen.

However, the book sold well and Nishina's confidence grew with the enthusiastic support of readers. Gradually, he ignored his own shortcomings and began to talk nonsense with more confidence.

"As for Xu Shengyi, he was killed by me a long time ago, and he is probably floating somewhere in the sea outside now."

Sawaki sneered fair.

"He used to buy expensive red wine and store it here. He just heard that the price of red wine will rise sharply. He did it to make money. He didn't really love red wine at all, he was just a second-rate dealer who was speculative!"

Why do you even have to worry about people buying red wine...

Already too lazy to listen to the sommelier's outrageous speech, Serabel exhaled softly, stood up again and came to the former, gently patting his cheek with the back of her hand.

"It's okay. At least now you can't kill anyone anymore. You'll spend the rest of your life in prison trying to fight back..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, the entire underwater restaurant shook violently with the sound of a violent explosion. ?

Chapter 251 A Kiss Underwater

"What's going on! What happened!"

Apparently it was Megure Police Department who was the first to react. He turned his head and shouted around at almost the same time as the explosion sounded. Meanwhile, Shido Nagaaki and others on the side looked dazed, and they were full of luck and doubted whether they heard it. wrong.

Serabel tightened her grip on the staff and sword in her hand, and the veins on the seemingly white back of her hand popped out.

No answer and no need to answer.