A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 269 Sudden mission

"Although that 'body crystal' is indeed very effective," Takitsubo Rikou sighed listlessly, "it seems to be quite taxing on the body."

"How do you feel? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Maizono Shiori reached out and touched Takitsubo's forehead, but she had just come out of a bath and her body temperature had not yet dropped, so she couldn't tell if there was anything wrong for a while.

So, Mai Ye Shenli leaned over again and wanted to put his forehead against him.

"Uh... Is Takitsubo sick?" Kinuhata's favorite voice suddenly came from behind.

"...Okay, I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while." Takitsubo Rikou said, "Go check your email."

"Well, okay." Mai Ye Shenli stood up and grabbed the phone.

"What? Did I miss something?" Franda also walked out of the room, holding a rag doll that had just been sewn in her arms.

"Don't make a bomb in this room!" Mai Ye Shenli glared at her.

"It's not a bomb," Franda quickly hid the doll behind her and defended herself, "This is a doll I made for my sister."

Shaking his head, Mai Ye Shenli didn't say much. Franda's skills were still trustworthy, and she also knew her limits. She shouldn't cause any big trouble here.

Franda took the opportunity to run back to her room, hid the doll, and then went back to the living room.

"Are there any more quests, Mugino?" Flanda kept coming closer. "I'm almost short of money, so let's do some simple and profitable quests to make up for it..."

"How can there be so many good things? Besides, you're spending money too quickly..." Mai Ye Shenli opened the email while dealing with the girl who came over. "Huh? This is ridiculous!"

Suddenly, Franda sensed the danger instinctively and ran away at a faster speed, hiding behind Juanqi's beloved.

As expected, Mai Ye Shenli was furious, and even a green ball of light of "atomic collapse" appeared around him!
When she thought about the fact that she was at the place where "Atomic Collapse" appeared just now, Franda was even more frightened and her face turned pale.

"What...what's wrong, Maito? Who made you angry?" But she was worthy of being Franda, she dared to take the initiative to ask at this time.

Perhaps it was Kinuhata's favorite "nitrogen armor" that gave her some sense of security?
"Someone actually dared to impersonate us!" Mai Ye Shenli's face was as gloomy as water. Considering that this was where he lived, he tried his best to restrain his anger and gradually eliminate the "atomic collapse" around him.

"Eh? What? What do you mean?" Frenda jumped out again after seeing that the danger was over. "What exactly is going on? Is someone impersonating us?"

Mai Ye Shenli snorted coldly and threw the phone on the tea table.

Franda and Kinuhata went forward to check, and on the screen was an opened email, an anonymous revealing email.

The Anbu organization "Dogi," led by its leader, Kaede Privetsu Koji, has repeatedly held illegal "underground fighting tournaments," sparking public outrage and widespread public concern. The security forces and the Discipline Committee are intensively investigating. Please address this public outcry and eliminate any negative impact.

"Anbu 'Tools'... what are they? And who is that Privet Koji Kaede?" Frenda asked, "Could it be that there's another Anbu organization called 'Tools' in Academy City?"

"How is that possible!" Mai Ye Shenli said, "Every Anbu organization is unique, and there are so many names that can be used. There is no need to use the same name unless they are deliberately looking for trouble."

Mai Ye Shenli didn't bother to care who got it first or who got it later. In her opinion, since she was the one who got the name "tool", it belonged only to her and no one else could take it away.

Even if it’s the same name, it’s not allowed!
Not to mention, that fake "prop" seemed to have gotten him into big trouble. "Underground Arena, isn't that the case that Wuming brother is investigating?" Kinuhata's favorite thought.

"But..." Takitsubo Riko, who was still lying on the sofa, said slowly, "Can the contents of this email really be trusted?"

"Indeed, that makes sense..." Takitsubo Rihou's questioning calmed Maizono Shiori down a little.

Her anger just now was more like some kind of stress response, a subconscious action after she felt provoked.

But if you think about it carefully, this is just an anonymous email. No evidence was provided, just a paragraph without a beginning or an end.

The credibility... is really limited.

"But," Kinuhata said fondly, "since he was able to send the email directly to Mugino's mailbox, it means that he at least knows a lot about us 'props'."

There's no need for such a person to play such a prank - Kinuhata still believes that the content mentioned in the email is true.

The reason why Kinuhata was so sure about her favorite was simple, because the email mentioned the "underground arena".

And today, they were involved in an incident related to it.

As the organization that directly captured Mito Takafu, they naturally had a way to obtain an interrogation record, so they were very clear about the relationship between Mito Takafu and the "underground arena".

Now, they are connected to the "underground arena" in this strange way...

If we still explain it as coincidence, it would be too far-fetched.

"In the end," Frenda suggested, "regardless of whether the contents of the email are true or not, let's start investigating. 'Underground Arena' and the like, it sounds interesting."

Mai Ye Shenli nodded and was about to order everyone to start the investigation together.

At this moment, Mai Ye Shenli's cell phone suddenly rang.

Hearing this familiar ringtone, the other three people, except for the newcomer Kinuhata's favorite, all showed expressions of headache and disgust.

Unlike email notifications, such calls are their real "job" - mandatory tasks that cannot be refused and must be completed.

The "voice on the phone" is their only "boss" or contact person, and all official tasks are issued through her.

If you can be a little capricious about the commission in the email and postpone it for an hour or so, then the "voice on the phone" must be answered promptly and no rejection or negative treatment is allowed.

"Hate it! The tasks she gives us are all very troublesome and not cost-effective at all!" Franda complained.

But this is work after all, or rather, this is the reason why "props" exist. It is their obligation as Anbu, so they have no right to refuse.

With a long sigh, Mai Ye Shenli grabbed the phone.

(End of this chapter)