I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 163 A Woman Who Prefers Lies

"Ta-da! Time to go home!"

I returned to my desk from the interrogation room, put down my things, and prepared to change my clothes.

A sound came from the side of Chinatsu Morita.

"Ando-senpai bought a new car today and is treating us to dinner. Want to come along later?"

The office clerk was a young girl even more inexperienced than Chinatsu Morita. In her eyes, Chinatsu Morita was already a senior.

Chinatsu Morita turned her head. "Really? But unfortunately, I have an appointment today."

The little girl blinked, a hint of smugness rising in her eyes; she thought Morita Chinatsu hadn't seen it.

Then she moved closer to Chinatsu Morita, glanced at her colleagues around her, and lowered her voice to speak.

"But if you don't go, Morita-senpai, Ando-senpai will probably be quite disappointed."

"Oh, is it so?"

Chinatsu Morita winked at the girl, who looked completely innocent. "Morita-senpai, don't you know?"

"What do I know?"

"Ando-senpai has a rather special relationship with Morita-senpai."

The girl lowered her voice and said.

"Really? I don't think so. We're just senior and junior colleagues."

Chinatsu Morita frowned, clearly no longer enjoying the topic.

But the little girl seemed to have grasped at some straw of hope; instead of stopping while she was ahead, she whispered something.

"But men are probably a bit slower to realize things, and everyone seems to think so. If Morita-senpai doesn't mean it that way, why not just make it clear?"

Should I proactively clarify things? Should I do it myself?
Seeing the other person's expression, Chinatsu Morita burst out laughing.

The sudden laughter puzzled the girl; perhaps she didn't understand what was so funny, or perhaps the most unique woman in the office simply had a beautiful laugh. It seemed to brighten the otherwise dull police station.

Such a beautiful color is enough to make anyone envious.

Then she saw Chinatsu Morita lightly pick up her bag and stand up.

She smiled and reached out to pinch the girl's cheek.

"Don't try that on me. The things I like are incomparable to what you covet. But if you disgust me, I guarantee you won't get what you want."

"."

Instantly, the girl's face turned pale, as if it had lost all color.

"hey-hey."

Chinatsu Morita smiled again on purpose before letting go of her hand and walking towards the locker room.

As he was leaving the office, he ran into Shunichi Ando, ​​who was walking towards him. He immediately asked, "By the way, does Morita have time later?"

He said it directly in front of the entire office, appearing very serious and seemingly without any ulterior motives.

Chinatsu Morita then spoke directly, "Congratulations on buying a new car, senior. But I have a date tonight, sorry."

"Uh, how did you know?"

Ando Shun was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why he had been rejected before he could even speak.
Chinatsu Morita glanced discreetly at a corner of the office, then smiled. "I'm surprised too. Why do people always want me to know about my seniors? Anyway, let's not talk about this anymore. Have fun."

A woman with a unique temperament and a dashing demeanor left the office briskly.

Completely bewildered, Ando Shunichi looked around the office and noticed that some people were looking at him.

He felt inexplicably embarrassed.

"Ahem." He coughed unconsciously. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and finish what you're doing. I'm treating you, so be more enthusiastic. This kind of opportunity doesn't come every day."

"Great!"

"Long live Ando-senpai!!"

As a veteran officer with extensive experience and a proven track record of mentoring new recruits, Shunichi Ando's status is certainly different from that of other officers of the same rank.

It's fair to say that the adoration and adulation of these young people no longer bring them any sense of vanity or joy.

He has only one thing on his mind right now.

Chinatsu Morita always says she has a date, but no one ever knows who she's meeting, or whether she has a boyfriend. So who has she been meeting with lately?

Shunichi Ando looked up and squinted. The light outside was dim, but the office lights were glaring.

It's like the moon surrounded by countless dark clouds.

When Chinatsu Morita saw Gen Tsukino, he was on the street, avoiding the streetlights but not the moonlight.

Sitting on a rather cute-looking electric scooter, looking at his phone, he seemed completely unaware of his own arrival.

Without a second thought, Chinatsu Morita threw her phone at the other person.

"Clap."

The phone didn't fall to the ground; as she expected, it was casually caught in the young man's palm.

At this time of day, the bustling street is still crowded with people, like two fish that meet naturally in a turbulent river.

"what?"

Gen Tsukino, holding his phone, looked bewildered as Chinatsu Morita, with her long, neat hair and legs longer than his own, approached him.

Chinatsu Morita reached out and took her phone from Gen Tsukino's hand.

It seems I didn't have time to go back and change clothes today, so I'm dressed very simply.

A short-sleeved shirt, a pencil skirt that covers her thighs, and low-heeled sandals that reveal her toes. Just like all the office workers rushing down the street, it seems like going to work is only for getting off work.

But her very existence here makes her stand out.

"Who told you not to see me coming?"

Chinatsu Morita said matter-of-factly.

Just as Tsukino Gen was about to speak, Morita Chinatsu, without even saying hello, straddled her long legs and sat on the back of her electric scooter.

"Where did this little gadget come from? I didn't know you liked riding these things."

Tsukino Gen said irritably, "Is it possible that this is all I can afford?"

"Oh, trying to play the victim. To be honest, it's no big deal for you to get Bai Feng to send you a car right now. In the end, it's just that you like this kind of thing."

What kind of tune is it?

Behind her, the fragrance emanating from Chinatsu Morita, who had already fully settled in, lingered around her, along with her loose strands of hair. It felt as if she possessed the ability to manipulate her hair, transforming it into a hand caressing the back of her neck.

Otherwise, why would it be so itchy?
"It's that kind of guy who's clearly very capable, but he just pretends to be an ordinary person. Then he pulls a surprise move in front of a pretty girl and completely wins her over."

"Have you been reading too many novels?"

Tsukino Gen turned around and glanced at her. "And why are you lingering up there? Didn't you say you wanted to eat? Now you want me to take you home?"

"Come to my house for dinner, are you brave enough?"

As if in a provocation, Chinatsu Morita raised an eyebrow.

Gen Tsukino withdrew his gaze.

"I'd better not, I'm afraid your house will be flooded."

Chinatsu Morita:? ? ?
No, how come this person still remembers it?
Thinking back to that wonderful time, Morita Chinatsu still feels her legs go weak.

She pinched the boy's waist, but Tsukino Gen had a high tolerance and didn't react at all, not even having the urge to twist his waist.

"I just didn't bring handcuffs, otherwise I would have handcuffed you here for harassing a police officer," Tsukino Gen said with a smile. "Don't give me that. Are you going to eat or not? If not, I'm going home."

Although there were many people on the street, making it seem unlikely they would become the center of attention, the duo was simply too eye-catching, drawing more and more gazes. Too much attention can be stressful.

"Let's eat! I've booked a place, let's go!"

The woman swaying her hips on the electric scooter made the scooter wobble. Tsukino Gen gripped the handlebars impatiently. "Stop swaying. Just tell me where we're going."

"A nice restaurant and bar."

A restaurant?

Wait, please don't!
This time, the bad feeling didn't come true. It turns out that Zhao Ri has more than just paper airplanes as a restaurant and bar.

This restaurant and bar clearly had a completely different style, with a wide variety of craft beers and a more lively and energetic atmosphere. There was also a live band performing at the front.

Overall, Tsukino Gen still prefers paper airplanes, though of course, the presence or absence of Asagiri Rin makes a big difference.

Speaking of the last time I drank with Sakuraba Yuki at Paper Airplane, she hasn't sent me a message yet. I don't know if the staff didn't inform you, or if you have other plans and are holding back something big.

However, we have maintained contact recently.

She wasn't like Kazama Sakura, who was so clingy that she wanted to have several phone calls every day.

The young lady is very proud and principled. Ever since she learned that she would reply with an emoji or pretend not to see it when the young lady sent an emoji, she has been very proud and principled.

The situation has now turned around.

This morning she sent herself a picture of her legs wearing black over-the-knee stockings.

Gen Tsukino replied with a question mark.

At the same time, quickly save the photo to your favorites before the other party retracts it.

Then, after the other party withdrew, they immediately replied with a question mark.

Then Tsukino Gen sent back the leg photo that the other party had just withdrawn.

A phone call came in, but Tsukino Gen didn't answer.

She's probably still angry, maybe thinking that ignoring me for a day is a form of self-punishment. Tsukino Gen wonders if she'll still send messages tomorrow.
"What are you thinking about? I asked you what you wanted to drink and you didn't say anything."

Gen Tsukino was pulled back to his senses by looking at the phone screen and at the young woman in front of him who wasn't wearing a police uniform, as if she had completely shed that identity.

"Drink whatever you like, just don't drink too much, or I might throw you off my electric scooter today."

"I don't care. If you don't take good care of me tonight, I'll sue you for assaulting a police officer tomorrow."

"???"

"Sorry~ Women are just so unreasonable~" Chinatsu Morita blinked.

"Then keep being unreasonable. I'm going back now. I'm a reasonable person."

"Hey! Can't you give me a little break?"

Chinatsu Morita rolled her eyes at the boy who was pretending to get up.

"I've already been very kind to you, Morita-neechan, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered coming out tonight. Do you think I'm that free?"

"Heh, you want my help, but you don't want to come out?"

Chinatsu Morita looked at him in astonishment, seemingly surprised that this boy could be so beautiful and handsome on one hand, and so shameless on the other.

Isn't this just treating people like mere tools?

"I said I'd treat you to dinner, but I didn't say it had to be today. Isn't this a discussion?"

"I don't care, I only have time today."

"Are you going to be a policeman or the prime minister? Are you that busy?"

The waiter brought the drinks over first and helped open them.

The young man skillfully picked up a glass and drank it like it was plain water.

Chinatsu Morita looked at Gen Tsukino curiously, "But that person looks pretty pitiful, you're quite ruthless."

"If I'm not ruthless, I'll be the one who gets hurt. Do you really like the idea of ​​being merciful to your enemies and then trying to win them over?"

Shinji Yamaguchi was indeed not an enemy.

It's true that he didn't deserve to die, but some things, once dealt with, must be dealt with thoroughly. We must make him feel an unbearable fear of the consequences.

The best approach would be to resolve this matter within a day; otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to survive in Zhaori.

However, he's not without a way to make a living. After all, he's not really going to jail; at most, his reputation will suffer. But he can still earn a living based on his expertise and education.

This is the only remaining glimmer of humanity.

"What? Do I look like a good woman?"

She winked at Tsukino Gen. In the dim light, it was clear that Gen's eyes weren't painted with fancy eyeliner, nor did they have eyelashes as long as her bangs. But that didn't stop her from conveying an irresistible inner charm with just a little effort.

It's like a girl who is usually very innocent and pure, but who always wears black-rimmed glasses, dresses very conservatively, and carries books all the time.

Suddenly one day, sitting next to you, you hear a vibration coming from inside her body.

Gen Tsukino poured himself another full glass of beer, and this time he didn't hesitate to fill the other person's glass as well.

Then, unusually, he took the initiative to raise his glass to Chinatsu Morita and said, "You are certainly a good woman, especially to me."

This was something Morita Chinatsu hadn't expected at all. She had been in a position where she could freely tease him without any worries. But this sudden remark caught her completely off guard, as if she'd been unexpectedly flirted with.

Combined with his soft, beautiful eyes under the lights and the upturned corners of his mouth.

My chest was shaking violently.

Like a high-performance sports car, it accelerates wildly from the starting line.

She first downed the drink after clinking glasses, using the strong alcohol to suppress her unnatural expression, before looking at the other person.

"Why are you suddenly saying something like that? Have you discovered your older sister's charm now?"

"I've never denied your charm, and I've been saying you're a good woman for a long time."

"Really? I thought you were only trying to please me because I helped you."

She feigned a nonchalant gaze, but secretly glanced at the boy's smiling profile.

Gen Tsukino's laughter was refreshing.

"If I want to flatter and deceive people, I have ten thousand ways to do it."

"But what sounds most like the truth is often the most deceptive."

"How you determine it is your business, after all, you're a police officer, Morita-neechan."

No, I don't distinguish.

She twirled the empty glass in her hand with her slender fingers, then flicked it gently, making the glass produce a crisp and pleasant sound.

Chinatsu Morita looked up and smiled, looking directly at the other person.

"Lies are far more beautiful than the truth. I prefer to see how beautifully words can be used to cover up lies."

"Will it bloom into flowers? Will it be more romantic than the truth?"

"And, will everyone who gets scammed necessarily get hurt?"

"If someone is going to lose, will it always be me?"

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(End of this chapter)