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

The cold and charming woman walking in front answered simply and neatly without turning her head, and only slightly quickened her pace.

"It just so happens that Zhenzhun will be back from school tomorrow afternoon, but we can't go too far."

"what happened?"

"I have other things to do tomorrow morning."

"Hi hi~"?

Chapter 2 The cool wife and female boss’s shrinking power (sad)

It was windy and rainy last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep.

"Sleep" is the verb "sleep", and wine is white wine, commonly known as liquor, reasonable and reasonable... Ahem, pretend I didn't say anything.

In short, when Serabel woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning the next day.

The weather was still cloudy, and it was obviously almost noon, but only a little misty skylight shone faintly into the room through the curtains.

There is sun, but not much. In London, known as the foggy city, it is rarely sunny in winter.

There was still a little bit of indulgence from last night in the quiet bedroom. The heating system was still running stably. He was the only one lying on the bed. There was no sound coming from the living room outside. Apparently Akai Marie had left for a while. time.

After all, I said I had other things to do this morning.

As the investigator of MI6's enforcement department, Sera Bell rarely stayed in bed.

When you wake up, you are awake. There is no need to continue lying down.

What's more, after experiencing so much exercise last night, his stomach was already empty. The honest feeling of hunger was conveyed from the stomach to the brain from the moment he woke up, constantly reminding him that it was time to get up and eat.

Serabel lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, revealing her muscular but not very thick upper body, she stepped over the randomly scattered clothes on the floor to the window as accurately as walking a plum blossom pile.

Whoa-!

As the pulleys made a sound as they slid along the rails, the traditional curtains opened on both sides, and the windows were opened. The slightly warm freshwater sunlight in the morning immediately shone in from the window. What came into view was the unique scenery of London's old town. street view.

This is an old community located at the junction of central London and the suburbs. The surrounding houses are on average more than 30 years old. Compared with the bustling city center full of high-tech atmosphere, this is the real original community. Authentic old London.

This is also where Serabel has lived for 13 years.

He has lived here since he was five years old. Besides Serabel, there are two other people who have the key to this three-bedroom apartment. One of them is the homeowner, Mari Akai, and the latter's daughter, Masumi Sera.

However, since Masumi Sera is currently studying in high school in London, the school is not far from home but not close either. She stays at the school from Monday to Thursday on weekdays and only comes back on Fridays and weekends.

Therefore, the real permanent residents are only Sera Bell and Akai Marie.

Just as Serabel was looking far into the distance, a breeze blew by at this moment, and he closed the window again at the speed of light.

"It's so cold!"

Taking the risk of catching a cold in this way stimulated the brain that was not fully awake after getting up. After ordering a takeaway on her mobile phone, she started to tidy up the room before it was delivered.

It can be seen that Akai Marie was indeed in a hurry when she left this morning. If it were in the past, she would even clean up the room before leaving, instead of leaving underwear all over the floor like today.

However, these housework are not difficult for Serabel, who has lived independently since childhood.

In just 5 minutes, he stuffed all the dirty clothes into the dirty clothes bucket and poured them into the washing machine to start cleaning. He also put all the paper towels and small umbrellas used last night into the trash can and put the garbage bags in them. Pack it up and go downstairs to throw it away.

After doing all this, Serabel, who returned home, took out her mobile phone and glanced at the location on the takeout app.

——The rider is still three kilometers away from the destination, and it is expected to be delivered in 10 minutes.

Well, there's still time, so let's take a shower first.

Serabel thought so, and did so.

However, less than 20 seconds after he entered the bathroom with a water glass in hand and an electric toothbrush in his mouth, he heard a sudden knock on the door from outside the security door at the entrance.

dong dong dong.

Ok?

Serabel slowly typed a question mark.

He has always felt that his memory is not bad at all. The rider was clearly positioned three kilometers away 20 seconds ago, and then he arrived 20 seconds later?

When did takeaway riders evolve the ability to jump through space in order to catch up on orders?

This is obviously impossible.

So who will appear outside the door now?

do not know.

After thinking for a moment, Serabel moved her fingertips slightly, and a flash of silver light slipped silently from the cuffs into the gaps between her fingers.

He turned off the vibration of the electric toothbrush, walked to the entrance with the toothbrush in his mouth, and put his palm on the door handle.

If the person who opens the door is one of your own, then continue brushing your teeth.

If it's an enemy, throw the throwing knife.

Serabel's brain circuit has always been such a simple and crude binary logic.

squeak--

After a second's pause, the door handle was pressed down, and the security door slowly opened inwards.

... patter.

The electric toothbrush fell to the ground.

Looking at the British girl outside the door who was soaked and wearing completely ill-fitting adult clothes, but still had her iconic short blond wavy hair and a cold face about the age of a junior high school student, Serabel silently opened her mouth full of foam.

"Sister Mary? But why do you look like...well, should I say a little miniscule now?"

"Now that you've recognized them all, instead of having time to say this, you might as well let me in first."

……

As the minute and minute hands of the quartz clock hanging on the wall crossed an angle of thirty degrees again, the female investigator, who had shrunk from a ripe peach to a green fruit, was wearing a clean blouse that was at least five sizes too big and was sitting at the desk in the bedroom. He sat down with a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

It is worth mentioning that since there is really no underwear suitable for this age group at home, Akai Marie can only wear a shirt as a dress for the time being. Her white and smooth little feet cannot reach the floor and can only be hung on the floor. Mid-air.

Just like One Piece, the content of a long-running comic that has been serialized for decades can be summed up in one sentence: "Luffy and his friends embark on a journey to find the One Piece and go through many obstacles all the way."

If the ins and outs of a matter cannot be explained clearly within 10 minutes, then it is impossible to become an investigator of a country's intelligence organization with such poor language organization skills.

Soon, with the eloquent talk from the blond girl, Serabel quickly figured out the cause and effect of the matter.

"That is to say, Sister Mary, you were trapped by a strange organization. You were asked out by the other party pretending to be someone you knew. You were ambushed by the other party on the Thames River Bridge and were fed strange medicine. In order to escape, you I jumped into the Thames River, lost the key at that time, and then due to the effect of the medicine, it shrank from its original appearance to its current state?"

"In summary, that's it." Akai Marie nodded slightly.

"Hmm~"

Serabel held her chin and thought seriously.

"In this case, the most feasible method at present is to report your situation to MI6, Sister Mary. Since the other party is an organization, there is no reason why it cannot be found. If you use MI6's ability to trace it, you should..."

"No, I don't plan to tell MI6 about this." Akai Marie coughed lightly.

"Any other plans?" Serabel didn't ask why.

"Ah."

The female investigator nodded slightly.

"For example?" Serabel wondered.

He knew the character of Akai Marie very well. The latter was definitely not the kind of person who would make blind decisions. Since she said she had a plan, she must have obtained some reliable information.

It's just that the jump was too big. One second he was still saying that the other party was a mysterious organization, but the next second he already had a plan in mind.

Do you already have a clue about co-authoring it?

Then the other party is not very mysterious!

A certain trainee investigator couldn't help but complain in his mind.

"I will explain this later slowly."

The British girl raised her eyes, and her delicate toes under her shirt, which had regained some color due to the heating in the room, curled up slightly in discomfort.

"Compared with this, I have two things for you to do now."

"what?"

"One is to pick up Zhenzhun for me after school in the afternoon, and the other is to remember to bring me a suitable set of clothes on the way back."

"Ah, I understand, I understand~"

Serabel agreed and reached out to pick up Akai Marie and put her on her lap.

After all, considering that he had to go shopping for clothes in the afternoon, if it were Akai Marie's body data before shrinkage, he would be able to accurately report all the data without taking measurements.

But now it has shrunk by more than N levels. The previous data has long been inaccurate. In order to avoid buying the wrong size, of course you have to measure it carefully.

"Another point."

Akai Marie waved her hand and gently grabbed this guy's paw.

"When you and Mazumi come back in the afternoon, I will tell you all the information I know so far, and then we will set off together -"

"Heading to Japan."

After saying that, the female investigator let go and let someone continue to operate. ?

Chapter 3 Why are you so good at flirting?

London is always beautiful in the evening.

When the fiery red sunset shines on the yellow and white marble walls, the heavy school bells ring for hundreds of meters through the streets.

This is Westminster School, located in central London between Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament.

As one of the nine most famous public schools in the UK, its history can even be traced back to 1179 centuries ago. It is also the only high school that has survived nearly a thousand years and is still on its original site.

Westminster School was founded by Queen Elizabeth I and has trained seven British palmists, as well as several Nobel Prize winners, famous authors, artists, etc.

And its tuition fees have reached an astonishing £[-] per year.

The original Westminster Public School was only a boys' school, but since 1973 it has expanded its enrollment scope and stipulated that it also admits female students over the age of 16, so it is now a mixed school system.

As one of the oldest and most well-known private schools in the UK, Westminster School has another system that is unique among many high schools in London.

Unlike other high schools that require day study, Westminster allows students to choose between day and boarding.

This means that campus life at Westminster Public School will continue into the evening. After other schools have finished all classes, Westminster students will have more time and opportunities to participate in a wide range of studies. Go in life.

Of course, the so-called "extensive study life" does not include Friday evenings.

Because the next step is Saturday and Sunday, precious Sundays are sacred and inviolable.

It wasn't until five minutes after the bell rang that British high school students in school uniforms began to walk out of the mottled and solemn public school gate, dragging suitcases.

A black Audi A3 was parked on the side of the road next to the green belt on the opposite side of the school gate. It was gathered together with other luxury cars waiting to pick up students from school, making this luxury version of the Golf, which was theoretically quite good, look a bit awkward. Too inconspicuous.

Serabel didn't care about this. At the moment, he was holding an Alpine lollipop in his mouth. He was sitting in the driver's seat of the Audi in a posture similar to Ge You's lying down with a sage look on his face. He looked slightly slanted. Always pay attention to the movements at the school gate.

As the school bell rang at the 7th minute, the flow of people at the school gate further increased, and the excitement also increased. Various greetings merged together, which was comparable to a vegetable market during the morning rush hour.

Just like this, another two or three minutes passed. Among the bustling after-school troop in the distance, a group of three-person girls' after-school team that stood out suddenly attracted Serabel's attention.

"YADAZE Sera! You did a good job today. You gave that stinky guy Gramon a hard beating. Hearing him talk about being a noble and noble every day made me sick to death. You made him seem so superior. "

The girl who was walking on the far left was the first to speak. She had glossy judge-style super golden curls hanging down to near her waist. She had a slender figure with delicate features and a little freckles on her cheeks.

It belongs to the standard British lady stereotype.

The person who responded to her words was a heroic girl with short black hair walking in the middle. Her cute tiger teeth shone in the sun as she scratched her cheeks and laughed.

"Bian...no, it's just that he challenged me inexplicably during club activities, so I accepted his challenge...but then again, I still don't understand something. I usually talk to Gra We have nothing to do with each other, so why did he suddenly challenge me today?"

"Ah, sorry, that might be my fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Cuban girl walking on the far right with long red hair and a plump butt that could fit a goblet raised her hand honestly.

"Last time when Gramon was bragging about his fighting skills in class, I said to him, 'You can't beat Sera-kun anyway'. It was probably this sentence that stimulated him."