Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

That's such a lie...

Shiraishi Osamu muttered to himself.

But I must say, Judy is quite sexy and beautiful, and she dresses very fashionably. Plus, her foreign identity adds an extra layer of allure to her.

But he knew that the woman in front of him was not as simple as she looked; she was an FBI agent.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I've run into a bit of trouble and would like to ask you for a favor."

I'm so hungry!

"It's okay, I'll treat you to lunch later."

Judy immediately made a promise, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Shiraishi Osamu's words were actually a rejection of her.

"Ugh……"

Shiraishi Osamu sighed, his eyelids drooping:

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Judy looked embarrassed, but being quite bold, she still spoke up:

"I would like to ask Mr. Shiraishi to pretend to be my boyfriend."

After saying that, she leaned closer and skillfully hugged his arm.

Bai Shixiu sensed it imperceptibly, inwardly sneering, but outwardly expressing surprise:

"Ms. Judy, please don't make jokes like that. It's not funny at all."

"I don't know many people here, but I'm very serious about this."

"Then you can ask someone you know for help!"

"But all the people I know are women, you're the only man I know."

I don't really believe that.

"But I'm telling the truth..."

"Please, Mr. Shiraishi. I only dared to contact you because I knew you were a police officer."

What is the reason?

"This..."

Judy's face showed a troubled expression, but a strange light flashed in her eyes: "Because we have a new school doctor at our school, Dr. Araide. I feel like he's pursuing me, but I don't like him at all. He even asked me to go to the museum to see an exhibition tomorrow, so I have to think of a solution."

Shiraishi Osamu was surprised.

He also has something to do tomorrow; he'll be accompanying Yoko Okino to the museum to see an exhibition.

This was too much of a coincidence, which only deepened his suspicions.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I'm really begging you."

Judy used her killer move again, shaking his arm forcefully.

Shiraishi Osamu couldn't help but glance down out of the corner of his eye and saw her very nice figure.

As if drawn in, his eyes were drawn to her, and he couldn't help but admire this woman for daring to use such a honey trap. She really was willing to do anything to achieve her goals, which was very much in line with her status as a foreigner and her identity as an FBI agent.

"Hmm...do you need payment?"

"OK then……"

"Ugh!"

Judy seemed to be imagining something, and finally gave Shiraishi Osamu a big kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick mark.

Shiraishi Osamu's face remained calm, as if he didn't care about such things at all and seemed indifferent.

Although he appeared to be calmly contemplating, his heart was actually pounding.

His fingers seemed to be trembling slightly, and he nervously rubbed his trouser leg together. This was truly unexpected.

The woman next to me is definitely up to no good.

Moreover, they wanted to use him to do something; otherwise, they would never have done it this way.

More importantly, if he remembered correctly, the person this woman liked was Shuichi Akai.

But now...

I have a feeling this kiss is hard to win...

They might even hint at other benefits.

Seeing that Shiraishi Xiu remained unmoved, Judy was also a little at a loss. She pretended to be depressed and said, "It still doesn't work! I knew that foreigners like me are not welcome here at all."

Shiraishi Osamu knew she was playing hard to get, but he still said, "I'm going to the museum with a friend tomorrow, so I really can't agree to your request."

"That's great. Actually, it doesn't matter if there are more people. I just need an excuse."

"Alright then..."

"Great, we finally have a chance to make that new doctor back down."

As Shiraishi Osamu heard her mention "Dr. Araide" again, he felt that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it for the moment.

Judy released her grip, took out a pen and paper from her bag, and began to write.

soon……

With a "rip" sound!

She tore off a piece of paper and handed it to her.

"Mr. Shiraishi, this is the address and phone number I'm going to tomorrow. Just give me a call and it'll be 3.9 yuan."

"okay, I get it."

Shiraishi Osamu nodded, took the paper, and left.

Judy watched his retreating figure, then tugged at her collar, revealing a small microphone, and spoke:

"finished."

"You may have been exposed." The voice in the earpiece was very calm and composed.

"why?"

“I just noticed that he’s been staring at you, he probably spotted your little microphone.”

Judy instinctively lowered her head and chuckled, "No, it's just normal for a man. Besides, we need him to get close to that person. Let's just hope everything goes smoothly! By the way..."

Unfortunately, he hadn't finished speaking.

A piercing static crackled through her earpiece, making her swallow back the words she was about to say. She lowered her head dejectedly, her old glasses reflecting a white light as she wiped her lips, revealing a long trail of lipstick.

Chapter 0218: Two Policewomen Patrolling the Streets

After confessing his feelings to Jodie, Shiraishi Osamu headed towards 4-chome.

He didn't want to know Judy's true intentions; everything would be revealed tomorrow anyway.

But as he was walking, a police car sped past him.

But just a few seconds later, the police car reversed and stopped beside him.

Shiraishi Osamu stopped and looked at the two women inside the police car.

In the passenger seat was a very familiar, stunningly beautiful woman—the unofficial first wife, Sato Miwako.

The person in the driver's seat was also a beautiful woman.

Her distinctive feature is her "droopy eyes," and she has long, dark brown hair that reaches her waist and is combed back. She has a few wispy bangs in front of her forehead, making her look particularly beautiful. She is none other than Yumi Miyamoto.

He knew this woman; she was Sato Miwako's good friend and confidante.

Of course, this was also their first meeting.

Yumi Miyamoto got out of the car, deliberately keeping a straight face: "Good morning, sir!"

"Uh... beautiful policewoman, you are too."

Shiraishi Xiu had no idea what these two women were planning, but he didn't recommend chatting with them anyway, since he was pretty bored.

Miwako Sato didn't get out of the car; she simply sat in the passenger seat, watching everything with great interest.

"I know I'm beautiful, I don't need you to repeat it."

"Miss Police Officer, a beauty like you is really not suited to playing the role of a tigress."

Osamu Shiraishi shook his head with a smile.

With her short hair and a stern face, Miwako Sato looks quite intimidating.

However, with her long, flowing hair, Miyamoto Yumi simply couldn't pull off that fierce demeanor. Besides, she seemed quite gentle and generous.

Miyamoto Yumi blushed at what she was being told, glanced back at Sato Miwako in the car, and the thought that the man in front of her was the one who had gotten her best friend pregnant made her even more disgusted.

“I know you, Osamu Shiraishi, right? You're also Miwako Sato’s colleague.”

"No, that's right!" Shiraishi Osamu shrugged with a smile.

Miyamoto Yumi said warily, "I'm asking you a question, how can you laugh? What mischief are you thinking?"

She was deeply wary of Shiraishi Osamu.

My best friend, who's incredibly strong, is pregnant. If she sets her sights on me, I probably won't be able to fight back.

"I'm currently patrolling the street. I have some doubts about your identity, so please show me some identification."

[This is just routine questioning.]

[But she's actually a really cute policewoman...]

Shiraishi Osamu muttered to himself, but under Sato Miwako's watchful gaze, he didn't dare to act arrogantly and took out his health certificate.

Miyamoto Yumi snatched it away, examined it carefully, then took out a notebook and began writing something in it, saying as she wrote:

"Oh... twenty-eight years old, just like our Miwako!"

Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako's face darkened instantly; she simply didn't want to admit that she was already that old.

Yumi Miyamoto was still talking to herself: