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

Conan looked like he was about to speak but was holding back. After being stunned for two seconds, he still shook his head.

"Nothing, let's go up first."

"Ah."

Perhaps because it was almost dinner time, there was surprisingly almost no one in front of the elevator in the hotel lobby.

Serabel randomly picked an elevator with no one waiting and pressed the request up button.

The elevator quickly descended, and with a ding, the screen doors slowly opened to both sides.

Conan couldn't wait for the door to fully open and was about to rush in, but Serabel grabbed him from behind and pulled him back in time.

The reason is simple, there is someone in the elevator.

It was a young woman of about 27 or [-] years old who was very mature and professional in both makeup and clothing. But in front of her was a trolley specially provided by the hotel, with three large and heavy dolls on it. The suitcase looks like it is about to be checked out.

When the elevator door opened, she was also pushing the trolley out. The wheels bumped slightly between the bottom of the elevator and the ground. The vibration caused the suitcase on the trolley to move forward a little. The suitcase fell down with a loud bang.

If Conan had just continued to run forward, although he wouldn't have been hit by the box and his head would be broken with blood and brains splattered, he would definitely be hurt by the hit.

"what……"

The other party obviously didn't expect that the box would actually fall, and a trace of panic flashed across his delicate face with light makeup.

Serabel bent over and lifted the suitcase from the ground like a gentleman. She hummed slightly and put it back on the cart. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to look at the young woman who was about to come out of the elevator.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh... well, thanks."

The young woman hurriedly whispered her thanks, pressed the hat on her head unconsciously, and then hurriedly pushed the trolley out of the elevator.

As soon as the former left, Conan immediately ran and jumped into the elevator. He was about to press the floor button when he turned around and saw someone still outside the door. He turned his head and didn't know what he was looking at. He couldn't help but put a question mark.

"What are you looking at, brother Sera? Hurry up."

"It's okay, there's no need to go up anymore."

Serabel did not look back at him, but continued to look in the direction in which the young woman left.

"That's what we're looking for."?

Chapter 32 Do you have any misunderstandings about ordinary primary school students?

"Are you saying that the young woman who exited the elevator in front of us just now is Ms. Masami Hirota? Is that true?"

After being dragged out of the elevator by Sera Bell, Conan pressed his back against the cold smooth stone wall of the hotel lobby. Only half of his face was exposed from the corner of the wall and he looked towards the door. He lowered his voice and kept confirming and asking behind him.

That look was just like a killer in a movie who is constantly stalking a target and looking for the right opportunity to strike.

But note, it’s in a movie.

In contrast, Serabel behind him made almost no cover-up movements. She just stood in front of the elevator openly, even playing with her mobile phone in her hand. She only turned her head to the hotel door from time to time and glanced at it casually. Then he immediately looked away.

"If I said yes, then it must be yes. Oh, you..."

Turning her head to look in the direction of the gate again, she happened to catch a glimpse of Conan peeking out from behind the wall. Serabel finally couldn't help it anymore.

He pulled the former back with his backhand, leaned down and sighed silently.

"That's not how stalking is done. Don't let spy movies get into your head. If it were to be stalked in reality, you would hide behind a telephone pole to spy, and then sit in a public place with a newspaper in your hand, let alone anything else. With all the windbreakers, sunglasses, and fancy clothes pulled down, you would have been discovered long ago, okay? Why not ask a few good friends to wear a Kamen Rider suit and walk along the street while chatting."

"What should we do?" Conan was stunned and thought it made sense.

"You don't have to do anything. Just be natural like this. Chat and talk. Look at your phone and pretend to be waiting for someone."

Serabel said and glanced lightly towards the door again.

Masami Hirota, who came out of the elevator with a trolley earlier, did not go to the service desk to check out like a normal passenger checking out... She did go, but she just stored the three large boxes she brought down. at the counter, and then went to the hotel gate alone to wait for a taxi.

"You didn't take the suitcase with you?" Serabel was a little confused.

But before he could think about it, a slight tug came from his cuffs.

When he looked down, he saw Conan, who looked anxious for the king.

"Tell me quickly, how did you determine that it was Miss Hirota Masami? Wasn't she supposed to be killed by Hirota Akira?"

"...I don't know the specific process, but I can tell you for sure that it was Hirota Masami."

Serabel tapped her fingers on several parts of her face.

"Makeup is not about disguise. Although makeup can often produce visual distortions, some things cannot be changed so easily, such as the distance from the corner of the mouth to the chin, and the distance from the forehead bones on both sides to the center of the eyebrows, including The distance from the corner of the mouth to the cheekbones on both sides, etc., if combined with these factors, everyone's face actually has a unique polygonal map. What's more, Hirota Masami didn't wear too much makeup, she just dressed herself up a little maturely. It's just a little bit old, plus my hair is disheveled and I don't wear glasses."

"Is that so?" Conan thought to himself while thinking about Si Guoyi.

"Yes, that's it."

Serabel stood up on her knees.

"Okay, we should go too."

"Eh? Where are you going?" Conan didn't react for a moment.

"Of course we're going to follow her and see where she's going. Isn't that why we're here." Serabel didn't look back.

At the same time, Hirota Masami, who was waiting at the door of the hotel, had already walked down the steps step by step.

She opened the back door of the taxi that she arrived after receiving the call and got in. After announcing the name of her destination, the taxi started and the orange turn signals were on, turning the wheels to blend into the rolling traffic on the side.

However, what Hirota Masami didn't notice was that just ten seconds after she got into the taxi, the lights of a black Audi A3 parked in a free parking space on the street behind suddenly flashed, and then it also drove in. In traffic.

In the car, Conan, who sat back in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt and turned on the positioning function of his glasses again, but he let out a light sigh.

"it's wired……"

"what happened?"

"Miss Yamei's position is still in the hotel."

"Can you tell that?"

Sera Bell was a little confused. He thought that the range of the glasses showed three kilometers, and they were less than 50 meters away from the hotel now. How could this distance be seen on a big map?

"The direction is wrong," Conan added.

"Ow..."

Serabel immediately understood what he meant this time.

Conan's glasses radar is said to be similar to a navigation system. The change in the direction of the positioning coordinates will actually change with the change in the direction the person is facing.

Now it stands to reason that Hirota Masami should be in front of them, but if the dot on the map appears on the right side, it will explain the problem very much.

"Where is your beacon?"

"…on the watch."

Conan is a little embarrassed to say it, but due to the current big event, he can only talk about how he accidentally bumped into the Mori Kogoro Detective Agency and accidentally fell to the ground and put the sending label on the office. At that time, he happened to come to the agency to entrust a search My dear Masami Hirota told me the whole process on my watch.

"That means the watch should be in Hirota Akira's hands now." Serabel said firmly.

"But why..." Conan was stunned.

"I do not know."

Serabel gave Baidu quality answers.

Because a series of changes happened so suddenly, they have been struggling to the point where they don't even know why Hirota Akira killed Hirota Kenzo. Instead of holding their heads in meditation and repeatedly struggling with torture, it is better to catch him and ask him for details.

This is the simplest and most effective solution at the moment, and the rest are useless.

Conan obviously agreed with this view, so he kept silent.

After a while, he seemed to feel that the silent atmosphere in the car was a little too thick. He hesitantly looked at Serabel in the driver's seat, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand and supporting his chin with the other hand on the door.

"that……"

"Ok?"

"Why are you willing to believe me? Generally speaking, if a seven-year-old primary school student says he knows where someone is, no one will believe him, right?"

"Why can't you believe it?"

Serabel slightly raised her index and middle fingers on the steering wheel as if to raise her hands.

"Besides, do you have any misunderstandings about the concept of ordinary primary school students? Do you think that normal primary school students will rush to the scene of the crime as soon as they hear that someone has been killed, and will not even scream when they see the tragically dead body, and they will not even take their legs. Weak?"

"Uh……"

Conan thought about it seriously and found that he could not refute it for the moment.

It seems that this is indeed the case?

"Besides, isn't it normal for a seven-year-old to do this?"

Serabel opened the Alpine lollipop, took a sip, and waved it in her hand like a baton, "When I was seven years old, I was much more exaggerated than you were. Besides... who in the world doesn't have a little secret? ?”

After saying that, he didn't wait for Conan's reply and stepped on the accelerator to keep up with the gradually loosening traffic ahead.

And nightfall in Tokyo also began to fall quietly. ?

Chapter 33 Give Xiaoke a piece of cake

Due to the traffic conditions in the urban area, taxis do not travel very fast.

But there was no other way. In order to avoid being exposed, Serabel and Conan could only follow slowly and patiently.

Fortunately, the taxi was heading outside the city.

The two cars drove slowly out of the city, one behind the other, like snails crawling along the river bank, always keeping a relatively safe distance.

The bustling neon lights are on the left, and the way forward is on the right.

Finally, as the taxi turned right again and merged onto the main road leaving the city, the traffic situation ahead suddenly became clearer and the road suddenly became wider.

The taxi began to speed up, and Serabel also quietly speeded up, but he only did it a little, lengthening the distance between the two cars again.

This is a necessary insurance measure. Otherwise, if the car in front turns off at a fork in the road and you rush over without noticing, the tracking operation will fail.

There must be some margin left.

"very strange……"

In the passenger seat, Conan stared at the map on the phone screen and spoke.

"I did a little research and found that there are almost no places to turn out on both sides of this road. The only way to go is Gunma County. Is Ms. Hirota Masami going to Gunma County?"

"It's possible."

Serabel replied casually, and glanced sideways at the picture on the phone in front of her.

The navigation was of course real-time. In the picture, they were almost two kilometers away from downtown Tokyo. If they drove a few kilometers further, there would be a branch road that they could drive out of.

Sensing the gaze on his left, Conan let out a sigh.

"It shouldn't be possible here. It was originally a warehouse dock, but because the place was relatively small and remote, it was abandoned when I was a child."

It sounds like you are no longer a child now...

Serabel silently withdrew her gaze.

Perhaps this is what the prophecy was saying. After the two cars kept a fixed distance for another anxious few minutes, the taxi in front suddenly started to slow down and moved towards the edge lane a little bit and passed.

Conan also noticed this abnormal situation and quickly looked down at the map on his phone, feeling a little dumbfounded.

According to the map, they are about to arrive at the abandoned dock warehouse, but Miss Hirota Masami wants to get off here?real or fake?

"Well, let's go together first..."

"Not urgent."

Serabel dismissed his immature idea with two simple words, and did not move towards the edge lane. He just relaxed the accelerator slightly and lowered the speed as much as possible within a reasonable range...at least to the point where the car behind him would not honk the horn violently. The level of swearing.

On the other side, at the roadside intersection leading to the abandoned dock warehouse 200 meters away, the taxi turned and stopped on the roadside.

Masami Hirota paid the fare and got out of the car, closed the door, looked around to make sure no one was following her, then turned and stepped onto the rough gravel road without asphalt, without looking back, towards the distance into the night without lights or fire. The ruins of the wharf were like dormant monsters and they hurried forward, their figures disappearing into the darkness.

When Conan saw Serabel driving the car, he was speeding past the stopped taxi without any hesitation and without any intention of stopping. He once again transformed into the King of Urgency on the spot and couldn't even sit on the chair properly. , got up, knelt on one knee in the seat, pressed his face against the window, and started yelling towards the back.

"Stop, stop quickly! It's passed! Hey--!"