Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Jumping from the third floor of the Tokyu Department Store, given his skills, he might not die from the fall, but he could be seriously injured.

Masahiro Hanyu wanted to ask why, but the female bodyguard had already left the restroom.

He didn't chase after her to ask. Since Lady Nagiharu wanted to see him, she usually wouldn't let him have any surprises unless she deliberately created one.

In just a brief moment of thought, 20 seconds had passed.

Masahiro Hanyu noticed that he was alone in the restroom. He walked to the window, pushed back the curtain, and saw the back alley of Tokyu Department Store below, a paved road. Jumping down would surely have bad consequences.

There was nowhere to climb under the window; it was straight up and down, with no place to even step.

One minute and twenty seconds have passed.

"Excuse me, sir, the room is being cleaned. Please go to the restroom on the second floor."

The cleaning staff were preventing others from entering the restroom. This was probably arranged by the female bodyguard, who could have paid the cleaning staff to stop them for just a few minutes.

At 1 minute and 55 seconds, Masahiro Hanyu saw a truck appear at the end of the street, and he suddenly understood.

At the two-minute mark, he jumped out of the window without hesitation, just as the truck happened to pass by below.

The truck was loaded with a lot of miscellaneous items. Masahiro Hanyu landed in the middle of the miscellaneous items, with sponges and blankets underneath him. He was safe and sound.

As his body was covered in debris, he glimpsed the female bodyguard appearing at the end of the alley and heading in the opposite direction from the truck.

After about twenty minutes of driving, the truck stopped, the cargo bed was lifted, and Masahiro Hanyu, along with the goods, was unloaded onto another truck.

The two trucks went in different directions, and over the next hour, Masahiro Hanyu was moved twice more before finally being loaded into a closed truck along with his cargo.

He heard the driver say, "Get into the sofa."

Masahiro Hanyu groped his way to the sofa in the dark, then groped his way to lift the sofa cover and crawl inside.

Even though it was a two-seater sofa, he still had to curl up.

Lady Nagiharu went to great lengths to meet him privately without being discovered or followed.

At this moment, Masahiro Hanyu wondered if he would simply disappear without a trace, just like the previous two detectives.

Would Lady Nagiharu make the detective investigating the killer disappear? That doesn't make sense.

The truck stopped, and Masahiro Hanyu heard people talking. It seemed to be an elderly couple who had bought a sofa, and the merchant was delivering it to their home.

Not long after, Masahiro Hanyu felt the sofa being carried into the room, the delivery person leaving, and the door closing.

Then the sofa door was opened, and a couple in their fifties or sixties stood in front of it. The husband said gently, "Sir, you may come out now."

Yuzuru Masahiro stood up and jumped off the sofa. The host bowed slightly. "Please forgive me, but all my personal belongings must be removed before you can see Madam."

Miniature cameras, recorders, tactical self-defense pens, pagers... The male homeowner then conducted a body search on Masahiro Hanyu.

After confirming that there were no more personal belongings hidden, the female protagonist led Masahiro Hanyu into a basement.

The doorbell rang rhythmically in front of an iron gate, which opened automatically. The lady of the house nodded slightly. "Sir, you'll see Madam at the end of the road."

After Masahiro Hanyu went inside, the iron gate behind him closed.

A corridor stretched out before them, leading to a wooden door. Yuzuru Masahiro knocked gently, and Nagiharu's voice called out, "Please come in!"

Pushing open the heavy solid wood partition door, a bright and spacious view suddenly appeared before me.

The room is spacious and airy, with dark solid wood paneling on the walls and a warm golden chandelier on the ceiling.

The surrounding furnishings are exquisite and luxurious, and the air is filled with a faint, elegant fragrance.

Masahiro Hanyu entered the room, and the wooden door closed silently behind him automatically.

A carved gauze curtain separated the inner room from the deeper part of the room. Lady Nagiharu slowly walked out. "Mr. Yuzuru, we meet again."

She wore a form-fitting black tulle halter dress, the fabric semi-transparent, smooth and lustrous, clinging to her full and voluptuous figure.

Under the soft light, her skin was like white porcelain, and her pink lace bra and thong were faintly visible under her gauze dress, exuding a captivating and alluring charm.

Yuzuru Masahiro was taken aback. In this private setting, Lady Nagiharu's attire was clearly an attempt to seduce him. Why would she do such a thing?

"Madam, it's even more difficult to see you this time than last time. I didn't know you had more than three homes; this must be your fourth!"

Mrs. Nagiharu sat down first on a single sofa. "Mr. Yuzuru seems a little nervous. It would be better if you sat down and asked me again."

Sitting opposite him, Masahiro Yuzuru remarked, "Madam is truly beautiful and captivating. Any man would be nervous appearing dressed like this."

Lady Nagi pursed her red lips, her smile tinged with shyness, like that of a pure young girl, which was very attractive to men.

"I like Mr. Yuzuru's frankness. There are only the two of us here, no listening or surveillance equipment, and no one will disturb us. We can say whatever we want and do whatever we want."

These words were laced with provocation, and Lady Nagiharu's directness made Masahiro Hanyu even more wary.

"Mr. Hirano, were you unaware that Madam was here?"

Mrs. Nagi crossed her legs, revealing her long, slender, and fair legs. "He has no idea and still thinks I'm still in that apartment."

Yuzuru Masahiro's gaze swept over those legs; they were probably no less impressive than Satsuki Yui's.

"With such strict protection and so many security personnel, how did you manage to keep them all quiet?"

Lady Nagi turned slightly to the side, lifting her gauze skirt, and Masahiro Yuzuru caught a glimpse of the pink thong underneath, which appeared to be transparent.

"There's no need to keep them quiet, because apart from the female security guard who brought you here, no one else knows I left."

"Mr. Hanyu may be wondering, but this place is actually in Minami-Azabu, Minato-ku, only 100 meters away from the apartment where we first met."

"I left from here to see Masato Kamitsu."

Masahiro Hanyu suddenly realized, "Are there secret passages connecting them underground?"

Mrs. Nagiharu nodded gently. "Mr. Yuzuru is wise. This is actually where I secretly meet with Chairman Okita. Mr. Hirano is unaware of this."

"I chose that apartment as my third home because it was convenient to get in and out of there."

Yuzuru Masahiro's heart skipped a beat. The explanation made sense, but something seemed off, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Mrs. Nagiharu picked up the bottle on the table, poured a glass, and handed it to Masahiro Hanyu. "Whiskey, it tastes good."

Masahiro Hanyu took the glass but didn't drink it. "My wife said on the phone that what I need to say might help us find the killer as soon as possible."

Lady Nagiharu poured herself a glass of wine, took a small sip, and her moist red lips became even more vibrant and full.

"Yes, I thought that the disappearances of the investigators the first two times might be related to me."

Masahiro Hanyu stared at her, his gaze lingering on her beautiful body. "Please explain yourself, Madam!"

Lady Nagiharu took another sip of wine, and a blush rose on her cheeks.

"Mr. Yuzuru, do you remember asking me a question once, why do you often buy Ottoman S and Wakasu?"