PM, Shinjuku.
The dimly lit alleyway was lined with small bars, one after another.
Under neon signs glowing like fireflies, won holding discount coupons stood at the corners, each more scantily clad than the last, as if competing to see who feared the cold less while enticing custors.
Fujiwara Reya purchased two bento boxes and hot coffee at a 7–ELEVEN convenience store, then walked down the lane crowded with adult entertainnt clubs, small bars, and bicycles. In front of each store, there were won beckoning custors, all wearing short jackets with the store’s na printed on them.
It was a rainy day, with a temperature of 18°C.
"Hey handso, our girls are very good at taking care of you!"
"Sorry, I already have plans."
The woman trying to lure custors was in pantyhose and a miniskirt, grabbing Fujiwara Reya’s wrist. He gently pulled away, walked straight through the alley, and at the end of the road stood a brand-new six-story apartnt building. The windows were covered with pink curtains, and red, blue, and green neon lights were on all day. Even in Shinjuku, overflowing with adult entertainnt, this building was exceedingly famous.
[Oasis Couples Café]
[A Retreat for Body and Soul—All Our Girls Do AF]
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze lingered on the sign for a few monts and then, using passersby as cover, he quietly approached a Toyota box truck.
In the passenger seat, a female officer with striking orange hair was focused intently on the glitzy world outside the vehicle.
The soft light of the andering alley and the quiet descent of rain.
Heavily made-up won swaggered down the cobblestones, enticing male passersby. Even through the truck’s thick windows, it was clear what their profession was.
The female officer frowned slightly.
At that mont.
The truck’s rear door suddenly opened.
A shadow swiftly slipped in close, sothing akin to a gun pressed against the female officer’s neck, and a teasing voice whispered in her ear.
"Officer, you’re caught!"
"Smack!"
Kasahara Fumi slamd her hand backward, accurately landing on the head of the suspect who dared to attack the officer.
"Ouch, that hurt—" Fujiwara Reya yelped exaggeratedly. Seeing she wasn’t planning to turn around, he imdiately flashed a bright smile and passed the freshly bought bento and coffee over, "Captain, this is a bento with love for you."
Kasahara Fumi took the bento and began eating in small bites.
From the mont she left Asakusa Shrine, she had eaten a two-person portion of Kaiseki cuisine, and now she continued to eat the bento without any trouble, and Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but admire her appetite.
Taking small bites of the pork cutlet, Kasahara Fumi suddenly mumbled, "Coffee."
"Please have so." Fujiwara Reya offered the steaming cup of coffee with both hands.
Holding the bento box in hand, Kasahara Fumi turned her head, sipping from the straw. After swallowing, she rembered that there was another person in the car, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
Looking sideways toward the driver’s seat, Inspector Suzuki had already given Fujiwara Reya a thumbs-up, full of admiration.
"The little wizard is amazing!"
"Just average, I guess."
"Captain Kasahara in front of you is like a..."
Kasahara Fumi’s face turned cold: "Suzuki, your shift is over!"
"I’m leaving now." Inspector Suzuki kept a strange smile on his face as he exchanged signals with Fujiwara Reya that only n would understand, then pushed the car door open to leave. At his seat was a pile of equipnt: three portable wireless radios, three pinhole caras, three eavesdropping devices, and several screens...
For the past month, there had been surveillance, eavesdropping, and filming taking place here every day.
The targets were anyone related to "Shizuka" and associated creatures, yet after a month, they had garnered nothing.
Fujiwara Reya climbed from the back seat to the driver’s seat, observing the entrance to Oasis Couples Café not far away.
A pair of young people stood there.
The girl had fair skin, rosy cheeks with curly hair, and was fashionably dressed, resembling a young lord in a period drama. Not far away, a street perforr was singing songs about freedom, dreams, and heartbreak at the back of a sparse crowd. Though clichéd, this world was like that; everyone knew it was dull, yet so would stop to watch.
After a few minutes, Kasahara Fumi finished her bento.
Glancing at Fujiwara Reya, who seed bored, she said, "Why don’t you head back?"
Her voice was soft and crisp.
This compassionate side of Fumi was sothing Fujiwara Reya was witnessing for the first ti.
"It’s rare to have ti alone, why should I go back?" he stretched and asked in return.
Kasahara Fumi didn’t reply.
Her gaze circled outside the window before she shifted her position slightly.
The friction between rubber suits and leather seats produced a grating sound. Fujiwara Reya leaned in, examining her shiny rubber suit, and curiously asked, "Does it puff up?"
"What?" Kasahara Fumi didn’t catch the question.
"Does it puff up when you fart... hey, don’t hit!"
Kasahara Fumi withdrew her fist, glaring at him fiercely with her arms crossed.
Since getting married, this guy increasingly lost track of what was appropriate to say, how could he ask his superior such questions!
Fujiwara Reya rubbed his forehead, red from the punch, smiling, and continued to gaze at her intently. She elegantly rested one leg, clad in high heels, over the other. Compared to when they first t, her previously cold deanor now bothered him much less. Surely, with ti, many things had beco routine. Including his flirtatious side, Fumi would also beco accustod to it.
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