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

After all, this is a visit to someone else's home rather than a meal in the company cafeteria, so you have to be early.

For example, if lunch is normally at 10 o'clock, it will arrive at 30:[-] no matter what.

However, considering that Mingmei specifically told her to come earlier yesterday, there was no problem in coming to Serabel at 09:30.

After getting off the car and pressing the doorbell at the gate, the clear and sweet doorbell rang.

But the doorbell phone was not answered immediately.

Serabel was not in a hurry, just waiting quietly.

After about a few seconds, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the curtain behind a window on the west side of the second floor of the villa that seemed to be slightly moved.

Well, quite cautious.

Probably because the biometric face recognition detection was successful, more than ten seconds later, with the sound of the door lock being unlocked, the front door of the villa was opened from the inside, and a familiar figure trotted out briskly.

"Hello, hello, good morning Sera-kun~"

"you……"

Looking at Miyano Akemi, who was still wearing pink bear pajamas, Serabel tilted her head.

"just got up?"

"Eh?"

Also realizing that her clothes were inappropriate, Miyano Akemi lowered her head and glanced, then quickly raised her hands.

"No, no, I've been up for a while, but because I'm at home, I just wore pajamas. It doesn't hinder my work anyway, and it's more comfortable... Okay, don't stand at the door, come in. "

"coming."

As Mingmei entered the house, Serabel came to sit next to the sofa and asked after looking around the living room on the first floor.

"Where's Dr. Ali? It seems like he didn't see anyone?"

"Hmm~ As for the doctor, he went to buy groceries. I heard that you, Sera-kun, are coming today, so I went to the most popular fried chicken restaurant in Tokyo early in the morning to buy fried chicken."

The sound of Mingmei washing cups and making tea came from the kitchen.

fried chicken?

Serabel thought to herself that he seemed to have never said that he liked fried chicken.

I'm afraid it's not Dr. Ali who wants to eat it yourself.

That's right, looking at that body type, he looks like a fried chicken lover...

Just as Serabel was furiously dissing Dr. Ali, tea was served.

The moist hot air exudes a light tea fragrance that immediately lingers on the tip of the nose.

Miyano Akemi sat down on the sofa opposite, picked up one of the glasses, blew on it, took a small sip and let out a sigh.

"Speaking of which, Sera-kun, you haven't been here for half a month. Are you busy recently?"

"Alright..."

Recalling a series of incidents involving a certain Miss Phantom Thief more than half a month ago, Sera Bell slowly began to tell.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was a light rain playing chess outside the window.

It wasn't until the minute hand on the clock in the living room moved from six to twelve that the sound of Dr. Ali's classic Beetle engine finally came from outside the villa's door.

Mingmei sat on the sofa and tilted her head to look out the window, forgetting to look out the window, and put down her teacup with a slight sigh.

"The doctor is back. I'm going to help him pick up some things."

With that said, he walked to the entrance and started to change out of his shoes.

But before she could finish changing her shoes, the front door of the villa was pushed open by someone from the outside, and Dr. Ali, who had returned from shopping for groceries, stumbled in from the outside.

But what he was holding in his arms was not the vegetables he bought from the market, but a girl with short brown hair, also wrapped in a white coat, soaked to the skin, about seven or eight years old.

Judging from his closed eyes, he seemed to have lost consciousness.

Mingmei, who was standing at the entrance, took one look and was surprised.

"Shibao?!"

But what was even more surprising was Serabelle who heard her words.

"Is this your sister?"?

Chapter 81 Gin: MD is in hell

Time went back to late night and early morning, in the organization base.

Seven hours have passed since Miyano Shiho was imprisoned in the gas chamber.

During this period, no one delivered food or water...

Of course, the poison gas system was not activated either.

This is Gin's common method of dealing with disobedient people in the organization.

He was first thrown into a small dark room and locked up for a long time, which not only tortured his heart with the fear of death, but also inflicted physical pain on him.

Not eating or drinking for several hours, the increased consumption caused by the huge psychological pressure, and the pressure on the bladder without even having to go to the toilet are enough to push a healthy adult man to the edge of collapse in a short period of time. status.

As long as the other party is given a choice at this time, most people will immediately nod and agree, wishing to kneel down and beg for mercy to let him out.

And because the memory of fear left in the gas chamber is so profound, these people often tremble with fear whenever they hear the words gas chamber or small dark room for a long time after coming out.

This is true for a grown man, let alone a half-grown girl who is seventeen or eighteen years old.

In the office, Gin leaned against the wall with his arms folded in front of his chest, looking at another scientific researcher in a white coat who was standing in front of the computer after finishing his work with a cold gaze, tremblingly writing out recent research reports. Click to upload and submit to the headquarters server one by one until the last one.

Then he asked lightly.

"that's it?"

"Yes...yes, that's it."

Suddenly called by Gin for questioning, the white coat, who was already in a state of high mental tension, suddenly stiffened. He thought it was because the other party thought that too little research was submitted and the progress of the research was too slow, so he hurriedly explained.

"Actually, this is quite a lot. Usually Director Shirley would cut it out a little bit, but not this much..."

Before he could finish his words, Gin turned around and left the office without even bothering to say another word.

This simple move caused the researcher's movements to freeze in mid-air again, and the complexity of his inner activities was comparable to thousands of barrages being sent simultaneously.

What does it mean that Brother Gin left without expressing his opinion?

Or do you think their progress is too slow and are you planning to use yourself as a warning to others?

Will I be killed soon?

Would it be better for him to take the initiative to report to Director Shirley in the gas chamber now?

Of course, it turned out that he was overthinking.

On the other side, Gin, who had left the office, turned around and saw Vodka guarding the door of the office like a door god, and said something calmly.

"gone."

"Uh...oh, here it comes."

After coming back from his daze, Vodka was slightly startled and quickly followed his eldest brother's footsteps. He glanced at the office door that was still open behind him, leaned closer and asked in a lowered voice.

"Brother, are these researchers fooling us? Now that Shirley is gone, will they hide something and sell it?"

"Ghost knows."

Gin still looked indifferent and could only think about "where to go and who to kill". When he heard Vodka's question, he smiled coldly.

"We are only responsible for carrying out the tasks at the headquarters. As for distinguishing whether they have hidden secrets or not, that is a matter for the headquarters... Well, but if they really dare to do this, I don't mind letting them feel mine too. That’s all it takes.”

"Okay, let's go see the gas chamber next."

Oh?

As soon as he heard this, Vodka, who was still a little sleepy, suddenly became energetic, and a malicious smile appeared on the top of Di Baotian's chin.

"Ah, indeed, that woman Shirley used to be very arrogant. She dared to challenge you every time. She must have been so frightened that she trembled and urinated, hehe."

Gin didn't reply to this, just sneered and quickened his pace slightly.

The perspective switches to the gas chamber.

At the door of the iron gate that looks like a prison, a core member of the winery wearing a black suit stood quietly, motionless like a human statue.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near through the corridor. He took a glance behind his sunglasses, then immediately turned around and bowed.

"Brother Gin."

Not bothering to pay attention to the lowest level of flattery, Gin got straight to the point.

"What's going on inside now?"

"No, I don't know..." The man with short hair and black clothes and sunglasses, who is a core member of the grassroots, shook his head, "I have been waiting outside the door and never went in, but in the first two hours I could still hear the occasional whine from inside. There was no sound at all after that.”

Vodka was happy: "Couldn't that woman Shirley just frighten herself and faint?"

"Is this...possible?"

After all, he is also his superior, the man in black and sunglasses replied hesitantly.

As he spoke, Gin quickly walked around the two of them, came to the door and grabbed the wired intercom fixed on the wall. After a pause, he spoke. The sound was clearly transmitted into the gas chamber through the line.

"Now I give you one last chance. Will you obey the organization or die here?"

"..."

One second of silence, two seconds of silence, three seconds of silence.

"Very good, kind."

Without giving him any more time, Gin hung up the call decisively and made a gesture to the man in black.

"Put the poison gas in."

"Eh? But..."

The man in black was stunned for a moment and was about to say something, but the next moment he was hit in the abdomen by a powerful uppercut.

Put down on the spot.

"Whatever brother says, do it immediately and don't talk so much."

Vodka retracted his fist, bent down and took out the controller of the poison gas system from the opponent, pressed the switch button and warned.

But Gin just glanced at the man in black who was already lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and arching his body like Xia Mi, with saliva overflowing from the corners of his mouth and vomiting, and said nothing more.

Not long after, as the poison gas system was operating at full capacity, the poison gas blown out of the modified ventilation duct quickly filled the entire room.

About ten minutes later, Vodka took out a gas mask and a body bag from nowhere, and threw them to the man in black who had climbed up from the ground, his head hanging down and he did not dare to speak.

"Go and drag the people out."

The man in black who had just been beaten did not dare to say anything. He quickly put on the gas mask, took the body bag, opened the door and entered the gas chamber.

Gin and Vodka waiting outside the door stood a little further away.

But less than five seconds before the man in black entered the door, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Gin picked up the intercom next to the door.

"What's wrong."

"Brother Gin, Gin, there is no one in the gas chamber!"

"……what?"

Hearing the news, not to mention Vodka and even Gin were stunned for a moment.

He knew the structure of the gas chamber very well. With only four walls, there was no place for people to hide. As long as there was someone inside, he could see it with just a quick glance inside.