Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Yuzuru Masahiro sat up with a yawn, checked the time, and wondered why Miss Mingkong had come to his door so late.

He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. He saw Izayoi Akira standing at the door wearing a short-sleeved shirt, looking somewhat flustered.

I was looking to investigate something through Izayoi Akizo, and this was an opportunity.

Masahiro Yuzuru opened the door. "Ms. Akira, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Izayoi had already squeezed past him into the room. "Mr. Yuzuru, close the door!"

Yuzuru Masahiro peeked into the stairwell; it was silent and there was nothing unusual.

He closed the door, turned around, and said, "Miss Mingkong, you..."

"Mr. Yuzuru, I'm sorry, but I need to use your bathroom to take a shower."

As soon as she finished speaking, Izayoi rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, and the sound of running water immediately filled the air.

The bathroom door wasn't locked, so anyone could just push it open and enter, but he couldn't do that.

Masahiro Yuzuru poured himself a glass of ice water, sat on the edge of the bed, and drank it while waiting for Izayoi to come out.

After showering for a long enough time, the sound of running water finally stopped, but suddenly a "bang" came from the bathroom.

That's the sound of someone falling!

"Ms. Mingkong, are you alright?" Masahiro Yuzuru arrived at the bathroom door and knocked.

No response!

Masahiro Yuzuru raised his voice, "Ms. Mingkong!" but there was still no reply.

He didn't care anymore and pushed open the bathroom door.

Izayoi Akira was lying on her back on the ground, motionless.

She must have fallen down right after putting on her bra; the bra straps weren't even fastened properly, and her pinkish bulges were clearly visible.

After sweeping over her, Yuzuru Masahiro's gaze fell on her ribs, where there was a shocking knife wound, the muscle turned outwards, and blood was still flowing.

No wonder she wanted to wash it, but all she knew was how to clean it; she didn't know how to treat the wound. If the bleeding wasn't stopped, her life would be in danger!

Yuzuru Masahiro reached out to check her breathing; she was still breathing, but had fainted.

"Miss Mingkong, let me take you to the hospital!" He bent down and picked her up.

Izayoi opened her eyes and struggled, but she had no strength left in her body.

"I can't go to...the hospital, please!"

Although he didn't know why, Masahiro Yuzuru nodded, picked her up, and placed her on the bath towel that had been laid out.

Then, after leaving the bathroom, I found the first-aid kit.

Treating wounds is a required course at detective school, and he always keeps a first-aid kit on hand to prevent himself from getting hurt.

"Miss Mingkong, please bear with it, there's no anesthesia!"

Izayoi curled up on a bath towel, her face pale. "Yeah, I can hold it in!"

Masahiro Hanyu took out disinfectant alcohol and hemostatic gauze...

"Miss Mingkong, if the wound isn't stitched up, it will heal very slowly and may leave an unsightly scar. Perhaps I can take you to a private clinic."

Izayoi shook her head, her eyes resolute, "I'm not going."

Masahiro Hanyu sighed, first rinsing the area around the wound with saline solution, then gently wiping the wound with a medical cotton ball.

Izayoi bit her red lips tightly, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't utter a sound.

After disinfection, Masahiro Hanyu bandaged the wound with hemostatic gauze.

Izayoi collapsed onto the bath towel, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Hanyu."

It was only then that she realized her bra straps were loose, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Can I hide here for a while? They followed me downstairs and know where I live. I can't go back or leave for the time being."

Izayoi struggled to sit up, and Yuzuru Masahiro helped her out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed. "Were they the ones who stabbed you?"

Izayoi shook her head. "No."

"They are fierce, but they won't just break into other people's homes."

Masahiro Hanyu grew increasingly puzzled. "Ms. Mingkong, who exactly are they?"

Suddenly, Izayoi reached out and hugged his neck, and Masahiro Hanyu leaned forward involuntarily, lying on her chest and almost touching her wound.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, full of vitality, and had a faint body fragrance.

Izayoi Akira was only in a moment of panic, she didn't expect this outcome. Injured, she couldn't even control her attacks.

Her cheeks burned, and she whispered, "They're here, don't make a sound."

Masahiro Hanyu moved his head away from her chest and heard a knock on the door next door.

Then, with a click, the door was gently opened, and someone walked into room 501.

Without a key, anyone can easily open the door; they have some tricks up their sleeve.

After a while, the sound of a door closing came from next door, and the person who came in left.

Yuzuru Masahiro wanted to go to the door and observe who was coming through the peephole, but Izayoi stopped him, shaking her head to indicate that the person could hear her.

Masahiro Hanyu walked to the balcony, pulled back the curtains a crack, and looked downstairs.

After a while, two figures emerged from the apartment building. They were two elderly people with hunched backs, their heads bowed, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

Only then did Izayoi Akira breathe a sigh of relief. "They've left for now, but who knows when they'll come back."

"I haven't slept for three days, so I'm sleeping here with you."

As he spoke, he leaned closer to the bed, pulled the summer quilt over himself, and then tilted his head to the side, emitting a soft snore.

Yuzuru Masahiro was quite helpless; it was rare that Izayoi had no suspicion of him at all.

The room was too small, and he had nowhere to sleep, so he had to lie down next to her.

It was hot, and he was wearing very little clothing. If they were under the same blanket, they would inevitably rub against each other, especially since she was injured.

Yuzuru Hanyu had no choice but to find a piece of clothing to cover himself with, lie on his side on the edge of the bed, and drift off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight.

Izayoi Akira was still fast asleep beside me, with only her two feet sticking out of the blanket, small and delicate.

Yui Satsuki paged him, and Masahiro Hanyu went downstairs to return the call.

Satsuki said on the phone that the meeting time at Tanaka Keiko's house had been changed to noon, and Officer Yamamoto would also be present.

Yuzuru Masahiro looked around but didn't see the two old people. So he bought breakfast and returned to his apartment, where Izayoi Akizo was still asleep.

He left breakfast on the table, left a note, and then went out.

Keiko Tanaka's home is a detached house located in Yoyogi 2-chome, Adachi Ward, three stops away from Masahiro Hanyu's residence.

Although it has been determined that Keiko Tanaka committed suicide, police tape is still in place outside her residence to prevent unauthorized personnel from approaching.

As soon as Masahiro Hanyu arrived, a Crown sedan pulled up beside him, and Yui Satsuki got out of the car.

Dressed in a business suit, she reverted to her usual capable and aloof demeanor, a stark contrast to her appearance at the Twin Star Ballroom.

"I have found out about the Fusheng Society. It is a sect that has only emerged in the last ten years, but the information about it is all hearsay and there are no completely credible records."

"It is said that the president of the Fusheng Association is a woman, very mysterious, and no one has ever seen her face."

Masahiro Hanyu was taken aback. "The president is a woman?"

Satsuki Yui looked at him. "What's wrong with the woman?"

Masahiro Hanyu recalled something Kazuhiko Inoue had said: "Since they are women, why are there rules that require women to be submissive?"