As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider

The moment I pushed open the office door, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shotaro Zuo sat upright on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Lin Chen as he pushed open the door. His eyes were serious, filled with scrutiny and incomprehension, and the atmosphere around him was oppressive and tense.

Philip stopped searching at his desk and silently looked toward the door; Akiko, usually so lively, also quieted down and stood quietly to the side, clearly sensing the subtle tension between them.

Chapter 123 Confession

Lin Chen turned around gently and closed the door behind him, breaking the silence inside the room.

"Is there a problem with the client?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression turned serious. Had something else gone wrong?

Zuo Xiangtaro did not respond to the matter related to the commission, his gaze fixed on Lin Chen, his tone clearly questioning.

"Lin Chen, tell me honestly, what is your purpose in secretly purchasing Gaia Memory?"

Lin Chen was slightly taken aback, standing there stunned, raising an eyebrow in surprise: "Just for this?"

"What do you mean by 'just this matter'? Don't change the subject, explain things clearly!" Shotaro took a step forward, his attitude very serious.

Lin Chen shook his head helplessly, already realizing that he had been betrayed by the information broker and Little Christmas before he even had a chance to confess.

He composed himself: "I'm not buying it for my own use. My real purpose is to infiltrate the enemy."

With that, Lin Chen walked to the table, placed the briefcase he was carrying on the surface, and lifted the lid. Inside, a dozen or so Gaia Memory Cores of various designs were neatly arranged, with the remaining cash piled up beside them. In just two days, the enormous sum of money had dwindled to less than twenty million.

Upon hearing this explanation, Shotaro's face was full of doubt; the idea of ​​infiltrating the enemy was completely unexpected. Philip and Akiko exchanged a glance and then gathered around the table, their eyes fixed on the memory device in the box.

Shotaro reached out and picked up a memory chip, tracing its unique texture with his fingertips. He couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get all these memory chips?"

"From today onwards, I am officially a memory chip salesman for the organization." Lin Chen smiled.

"How could you do such a thing? This is tantamount to aiding and abetting evil!" Zuo Xiangtaro couldn't quite grasp the situation and subconsciously assumed that Lin Chen was going to join in selling harmful memory devices, so his tone immediately became agitated.

Seeing the other person reach out to grab his collar, Lin Chen shifted his feet slightly and dodged to the side.

"Can you think about the events before and after? I've made myself perfectly clear. The purpose is to infiltrate and investigate the inside story."

"Even if it's for infiltration, you can't participate in selling memory modules, because that will hurt innocent people!" Shotaro remained firm in his opinion.

Lin Chen was immediately dumbfounded: "When did I say I was going to sell anything that would harm people?"

"You're not planning to sell?" Shotaro was taken aback, realizing that he had misunderstood.

"Naturally, we won't sell it voluntarily."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Private Marseille!" After clarifying the situation, Shotaro immediately composed himself, bowed slightly, and sincerely apologized.

Philip, who was standing nearby, spoke up at the right moment to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere for his partner. He looked at Lin Chen and asked for clues: "Now that you have successfully infiltrated the sales team, have you found out any internal information about the organization?"

Shotaro Sato also straightened up, waiting for a reply.

Lin Chen shook his head slightly. He was currently at a very low level and had obtained very little core information. He couldn't reveal the most crucial behind-the-scenes details either.

"We haven't uncovered the key secrets yet, only the basic personnel structure. There are at least four or five grassroots salespeople like me, all under the management of the area managers. These area managers are just middlemen; above them are the museum's true management level."

This hierarchical division clearly outlines the power structure, and the entire Fengdu has become a large-scale testing ground for Gaia's memory.

Upon hearing about the sheer size of the organization, Shotaro Sato was filled with rage and slammed his right fist heavily on the table.

"Damn it, we never imagined that the organization's power was far greater than we anticipated."

"What are your plans for disposing of these memories?" Shotaro asked, looking at the memories in the box.

Lin Chen also looked at these memory fragments: "Just dispose of them as you see fit. You can take them if you need them. The memory fragments themselves are just carriers. The organization has mature manufacturing technology and can mass-produce them at any time. Simply destroying them will not eradicate the problem."

Lin Chen had previously tried to resonate with these memories in order to make up for his shortcomings in combat power, but none of them were suitable for him.

The night passed in the blink of an eye, and the first light of dawn streamed into the room through the window. Lin Chen stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting his black suit, the white scarf at the collar neatly and straight.

From this moment on, Kimura Osamu's identity became his new disguise, officially taking root within the enemy's ranks as a memory chip salesman.

Last night, the group sat together to discuss the follow-up action plan and finally reached a consensus. To avoid being noticed by upper management for failing to meet performance targets, Lin Chen had to complete the basic sales tasks according to the rules. This was a key rule that Kimura Osamu had repeatedly emphasized beforehand; the museum had strict internal controls, and those who consistently performed poorly at the bottom would be directly eliminated by upper management.

Lin Chen himself was not afraid of the Sonozaki family's methods, but Zuo Xiangtaro and his group were always worried and did not want to see him easily put in danger.

After agreeing on a response, Lin Chen immediately relayed the message after completing the sales process, and Zuo Xiangtaro and Philip immediately took action to stop the attack in time, nipping the threat in the bud.

Shotaro couldn't help but mutter complaints under his breath, still unable to agree with this kind of adventurous approach.

Lin Chen didn't explain much, only instructing the other party to quickly handle his commission and do everything possible to track down Sherrard's whereabouts. As long as this lead progresses smoothly, it will bring unexpected breakthroughs to everyone.

Just then, the personal cell phone he had taken from Osamu Kimura suddenly vibrated in his pocket, and a short text message popped up on the screen. The content made Lin Chen's heart stir slightly. The text message informed him that his recent work performance had been outstanding, and that a newly promoted senior executive within the organization had specifically requested to meet with him in person.

At the same time, a different situation was also taking place inside the Narumi Detective Agency.

Philip, immersed in the Earth Library, unexpectedly encountered an obstacle today. Lost in the vast collection of books, Philip's gaze suddenly fixed on the depths of a bookshelf. A book with a peculiar cover pattern was firmly sealed by an invisible shackle, and no matter how many times he used his abilities to touch and search, he could not glimpse its contents.

The book's pages clearly display the name—Heavenly Tornado, a set of ultimate street dance techniques. Scattered information from the library suggests that only a seventeen-year-old street dancer, Dango Inamoto, is proficient in this style of dance.

Shotaro sat beside an old-fashioned radio, tuning in to listen to a live broadcast. The gentle, soothing voice of Wakana Sonozaki came through the speaker. Her radio program was extremely popular in Fuuto, but no one knew that this beloved radio host was also a core member of the Sonozaki family.

Lin Chen put away the information on his phone, tidied his clothes and his briefcase, and said a simple goodbye to the two people inside the house.

Philip, who has always been eager for all unknown knowledge, was stubborn and unable to obtain the complete information smoothly, which made him feel uneasy. He immediately muttered to himself, "If I can't find all the information, I won't be able to sleep at night at all."

Upon hearing this, Shotaro immediately intervened, warning him sternly, "Don't forget that the organization has always considered you a target and is constantly sending people to hunt you down. You can't go out and risk your life alone."

But Philip's intense thirst for knowledge had already overwhelmed his reason. He was determined to find Inamoto Dango, to see and understand this unique street dance technique firsthand, and he was determined to set off to find him.

Seeing that Philip was determined to go out to search for people, Akiko was also worried about his safety acting alone, so she immediately took the initiative to offer her a suggestion.

"I'll go with you."

Seeing this, Shotaro wanted to continue persuading him, but Philip's desire to explore the unknown had already been suppressed, and he rushed out the door.

Unable to dissuade them from their decision, Shotaro could only tell them to be extremely careful and to contact him immediately if they noticed anything amiss.

After Philip and Akiko left together, Shotaro was soon left alone in the office.

A sharp crash rang out as a rock shattered the glass window, sending shards of glass scattering across the floor. Shotaro immediately jumped up, alert, and rushed to the window to investigate.

On the rock that had been smashed in, a stack of brand-new ten-thousand-yuan banknotes was tightly bound with thin rope, along with a simply sealed anonymous letter.

He opened the letter, which was written in a messy and straightforward manner: "A strange person will appear at Feng Hua High School today. Please be sure to arrest him and bring him to justice."

This overbearing and abrupt way of requesting the commission made Shotaro particularly resistant. He subconsciously intended to ignore it and was unwilling to act according to the anonymous person's arrangements.

But on second thought, the appearance of strange people could threaten the personal safety of students on campus, and if left unchecked, it could very likely lead to an incident of injury.

After a moment's deliberation, Shotaro Sato finally suppressed his dissatisfaction and decided to head to Fuuka High School to investigate the situation and eliminate any potential dangers in advance.

At this moment, the radio in the room was still playing, and Sonozaki Wakana's gentle and soothing voice slowly drifted out.

On her radio program, she talked about the mysterious "Cockroach Star" who has recently become a hot topic on the streets of Fengdu.

This mysterious figure, clad in a majestic hero's cloak, proclaims himself the Arbiter of Darkness, roaming the streets to punish the wicked.

During the show, Wakana Sonozaki jokingly asked the audience, "I wonder if this mysterious cockroach star could be a Kamen Rider's companion who protects the city?"

Upon hearing these joking words, Shotaro's brows furrowed instantly, and his expression turned ugly.

He had no idea of ​​the so-called Cockroach Star's true identity. The other party's style of doing things was strange and his code of conduct was unpredictable. Being inexplicably tied to him made him feel very unhappy.

On one side, there's an anonymous request from an unknown source; on the other, a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows; and then there are the inexplicable jokes and discussions on the radio. The chaos hidden in Fuuto is becoming increasingly complicated. Shotaro put away the letter and the money, composed himself, and set off for Fuuhana High School.

Chapter 124 Sonosaki Kirihiko

Following the address provided in the text message, Lin Chen arrived on time at the temporary meeting point for the person in charge of the museum area—the third floor of an inconspicuous mixed-use commercial and residential building in the southern part of Fengdu.

Before coming, he carefully recalled all the information about himself that Kimura had given him.

Kimura Osamu was always one of the most inconspicuous grassroots salesmen in his area, with sales performance consistently in the lower half. He was a man of few words, never trying to steal the spotlight, and never actively currying favor with his superiors. He had only met the area manager twice in total, and the manager didn't even remember his name, and they had no interaction on a daily basis.

But Kimura Osamu's ability to stay in the museum for so long wasn't due to luck or ability, but rather to his bottom line, which others considered almost foolish. He only sold to those who were truly desperate and had no other choice; he never actively promoted his products, and he certainly wouldn't create tragedies for the sake of sales.

Even though his monthly income was just enough to cover his sister's medical expenses, he never wavered.

But the more this happened, the more panicked Lin Chen became.

A low-level salesman with mediocre performance, no presence, and whose supervisor can't even remember his name, who just gets by by "not causing trouble," is suddenly singled out for a private meeting by a newly promoted leader in the organization. This whole thing is strange from beginning to end.

Has my identity been exposed?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, his entire body tensed instantly. He meticulously reviewed the entire process, from the identity theft and paying to smooth over the files to yesterday's transaction—every detail had been handled cleanly and efficiently. The information broker and Little Christmas had taken the money and left no trace, and Kimura Osamu himself had already taken his sister and completely left Fuuto, having also left Japan, leaving no room for doubt.

Since there were no flaws, this sudden summons was definitely not an investigation, but something he had never expected.

Suppressing his vigilance, Lin Chen composed himself, adopted the demeanor expected of Osamu Kimura, and slowly walked up to the third floor.

The area manager, a middle-aged man with a greasy face, was unusually reserved at this moment. When he saw Lin Chen enter, he quickly stood up and forced a smile on his face: "Kimura-kun, you've finally arrived. Lord Kirihiko has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat.

The fact that a regional manager who usually bosses his subordinates around is so respectful speaks volumes about who this person is.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly and followed the person in charge into the innermost office.

The office was tidy, with no unnecessary decorations. A small pot of hyacinths with pale purple flowers sat on the windowsill. A man in a sharp black suit and white gloves stood with his back to the office, gazing at the street below. A white scarf with red stripes draped around his neck stood out sharply in the afternoon sunlight.

Sonosaki Kirihiko.

A Nazca Dopant hybrid, a rising star at the museum, and one of the most dangerous men in the entire city.

The person in charge quietly closed the door and left, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Lin Chen didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly, adopting the most standard subordinate posture, and stood quietly in place.

Time ticked by. Wu Yan remained silent, neither turning around nor speaking. He simply gazed out the window, seemingly oblivious to the presence of another person in the room.

The silence lasted for a full three minutes.

"Kimuraji."

Wu Yan finally spoke. His voice was steady, not cold, but also lacking in warmth.

"Yes," Lin Chen replied respectfully, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the other person to hear clearly.

Wu Yan slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Lin Chen. His eyes were difficult to decipher—there was no deliberate scrutiny, no condescension, but also no hint of intimacy. He merely glanced at Lin Chen, as if looking at a document entry requiring confirmation, then walked behind his desk, sat down, and pushed a thin document in front of Lin Chen.

"This is your work record for the past year."

Lin Chen looked down. The document contained only a few lines of text, recording all the transactions Kimura Osamu had completed in the past year—a total of seventeen transactions, averaging less than two per month.