Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

The concept of male-female separation seems somewhat weak in Izayoi Akizo, otherwise she wouldn't have exposed her body so easily.

She lifted her white shirt, revealing a bandaged wound under her ribs.

Yuzuru Masahiro bent down to examine it. Besides the smell of blood from the wound, there was also a faint fragrance, the scent of a virgin, which was even fresher than Nako's.

"Miss Mingkong's wound is healing quickly, which is why it feels itchy. You must be patient and not scratch it."

"I need to re-bandage your wound. It will sting a little when I use alcohol to disinfect it, but it will temporarily relieve the itching."

Izayoi Akira looked grateful. "Oh, I see. Thank you for your help."

It's strange that she seems unaware of such simple common sense.

"It's not very convenient to bandage like this. You need to sit down first, and then lift your shirt up a bit more."

"Touching you up? Then I'll take it off, it'll be more convenient for you." Izayoi quickly took off her shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

She sat sideways, her figure slender and fair, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, looking incredibly charming.

Yuzuru Masahiro turned around, grabbed the first-aid kit, and reapplied medicine to Izayoi's wound and bandaged it.

Who caused the knife wound? She refused to reveal it, but it's likely related to the people tracking her.

After bandaging the wound, Masahiro Hanyu asked the question again, "Ms. Mingkong, if someone hurt you, you should call the police."

Suddenly, Izayoi opened her eyes wide and said in a hurried, low voice, "Someone's coming."

Then, like a fish, she slipped under the bed. There was a rush mat and a summer quilt there.

Just as Yuzuru Masahiro was about to ask a question, he heard a knock on the door. He frowned. Had the people searching for Izayoi come to his door?

If I don't open the door, will they break in?

He walked to the door and looked through the peephole, only to see a hand with a bright rose tattooed on the back of it.

"Is Mr. Yuzuru home? Sato Takao sent me to find you!" It was a young girl's voice.

Hanyu Masahiro breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that they hadn't come to see Izayoi.

Since reaching an agreement with Sato Takao, this person has never appeared again, which has been a mystery to Masahiro Hanyu.

He opened the door and was taken aback. The woman in front of him was tall, almost as tall as him. Girls that tall are rare in Tokyo.

Red hair, black eyeliner, and exaggerated makeup.

The short black leather jacket was zipped up halfway, revealing a cropped striped T-shirt and skinny jeans underneath.

This is a hot biker girl's outfit.

"My name is Hashimoto Reia, and Sato Takao is my older brother!"

"You must be Mr. Yuzuru Hanyu. My brother has a photo of you."

The girl was probably no more than twenty years old. Her breasts were unusually full and firm, even more impressive than her nipples.

Without waiting for an invitation, she squeezed through the door and sat down in the chair without any ceremony.

One's surname is Sato, and the other's is Hashimoto, so they are probably not siblings. The "brother" title might just be a polite way of addressing each other.

As Yuzuru Masahiro closed the door, he thought to himself, "Where's Sato-kun? Why didn't he come?"

Reia Hashimoto said casually, "He's dead!"

Yuzuru Masahiro was stunned. "Dead! When did this happen? How did he die?"

Reia Hashimoto remained calm. "The day after he reached an agreement with you, he was stabbed several times while collecting the debt. He lay in bed for three days and didn't make it through."

No wonder we haven't seen Sato Takao; apparently, something happened. But in this situation, "Takefuji" company will send others to continue chasing the debt.

"I'll take over your debts!" ​​Hashimoto Reia crossed her legs, revealing a rose tattoo on her ankle.

Masahiro Hanyu looked somewhat surprised. "You took over! You're also an employee of Takefuji?"

Hashimoto Reia's expression was defiant, a typical look for a motorcycle girl.

"It wasn't like that before, but it is now! My brother's performance is good, and his income is consistently stable, so I decided to take over, and Takefuji Company agreed."

"My brother told me before he died that Mr. Yuzuru was a business partner who could not only collect debts but also make money, so I came here specifically to see you."

"The agreement between you and my brother remains in effect; only the partner has changed to me."

She saw the cigarette pack on the table, reached for it, took out a cigarette, skillfully took out a lighter, and lit it with a "click".

It was just an ordinary lighter. Yuzuru Masahiro breathed a sigh of relief. Hashimoto Reia's appearance should have nothing to do with Tanaka Keiko's death; it really was just an accident.

"Sato Takao is my older brother, and I share the same surname as my mother. Mr. Yuzuru, you have no doubt about that."

"Regarding the agreement, I feel it's necessary to reconfirm it, because I have a commission that you can handle soon."

"Cough!" A soft cough suddenly came from under the bed.

This was emitted by Izayoi Akira; the smell of cigarettes had irritated her.

Hashimoto Reia suddenly bent down and looked down at the floor beneath the bed, where she and Izayoi locked eyes.

Both of them were stunned for a few seconds. Hashimoto Reia straightened up. "My brother said you're single and live alone, he didn't say you have a woman."

Masahiro Hanyu said with a hint of helplessness, "She's not my woman!"

Hashimoto Reia suddenly realized, "Oh, you have a special fetish, but that has nothing to do with our cooperation."

Masahiro Hanyu didn't want to explain. "Let's talk downstairs."

He didn't want Izayoi to hear too much about detectives, lest she become wary and find it harder to gather clues.

Hashimoto Reia shrugged. "It's really nothing. It's normal for men to have some quirks. Yuzuru-kun, don't be embarrassed."

Yuzuru Masahiro, not wanting to dwell on the matter, got up and left. Hashimoto Reia waved towards the floor below the bed, "Goodbye, my beauty!"

The two went downstairs, where a Yamaha SR400 was parked on one side of the building entrance. Its two headlights protruded and were eye-catching, reminding Masahiro Hanyu of an E-cup.

Hashimoto Reia leaned against Yamaha and said, "The profit-sharing ratio you and my brother agreed on will remain the same. Fifty percent of the commission will be used to pay off the debt, and the rest will be split equally between you and me."

"My only concern is Mr. Yuzuru's investigative abilities and how big of a project he can handle."

With his arms crossed, Masahiro Hanyu said, "Ms. Hashimoto, there's no need to doubt me. I can handle any request, no matter how big. I'm just afraid you can't."

Hashimoto Reia laughed, her ample bosom jiggling. "Sometimes men's boasting looks like confidence, like my brother. But I hope Yuzuru-kun doesn't."

"It's settled then. In a few days, I'll take you to land a big order."

Masahiro Hanyu nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for your news."

Hashimoto Reia jumped onto Yamaha, started the engine, and said, "The girl under the bed is a bit frail, so be careful. If something happens to you, I'll lose a way to make money."

Masahiro Hanyu turned and waved, "See you later!"

Before I even got upstairs, Yui Satsuki called.

Masahiro Hanyu returned the call; Satsuki had already contacted the lecturer Yonemura through a friend at TBS Television.

Let's meet at Ozawa Ayari's "Misty Color" bar at 20 PM tonight.