Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

"Oh dear, this is a problem. We can't call them, otherwise it will be difficult to explain."

“No problem, we’ve come this far already, even if they want to wander around, they shouldn’t be able to find their way here.”

"Hehe... It's really great to have a trip, it's so comfortable."

I completely agree with that statement.

Shiraishi Osamu nodded, then lowered his head to drink the soup in his bowl, savoring it carefully. The ingredients used were all of medium to high quality, which showed that the restaurant had put some effort into it.

They had originally planned to stroll around and take a walk in the evening before heading to the hotel, but Osaka was unusually hot that night, and all sorts of shops were still open.

Yukiko's shopping spirit was unleashed in this situation. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to buy sunglasses late at night, so I accompanied her to buy sunglasses. We passed by a bookstore that was still open, went in for a look, and bought a couple of books. Then, when we passed by a park, we saw a group of people dancing, and this time she insisted on going in.

Jump for a bit before walking.

Shiraishi Osamu felt helpless, but in order to have someone to keep him company that night so he wouldn't be all alone, he decisively gave in to her.

After wandering around for what felt like half an hour or almost an hour, passing by all sorts of roadside stalls, she finally spotted a very famous beef offal hot pot restaurant that she had seen in an Osaka travel guide magazine. The rich aroma made Yukiko, who had already eaten, hungry again.

I don't know if it was because it wasn't a holiday or because they were lucky, but even though the store was very busy, they got a seat right away.

"It's so popular, yet there are still seats available. It's all thanks to this beautiful woman like me." Yukiko started to admire herself.

Shiraishi Osamu nodded helplessly.

Anyway, I don't know who I'm thanking for, but they didn't make an appointment or have anything, so to make this woman happy, let's just say we're thanking her!

During the meal, they had quite a few things to talk about. Shiraishi Osamu kept urging them to go to the hotel, while Yukiko kept praising how delicious the beef offal was. In short, the two of them chatted about things that didn't make sense to each other, and neither of them could convince the other or do anything about it.

"Ugh……"

Having no other choice, Shiraishi Xiu took out his phone. Just as he was about to hand it over, he thought for a moment and decided to keep it in his own hand. He then turned on the recording function and handed it to her so that she could hear it.

"Bastard... ugh... stop hitting me..."

"build……"

"Stop hitting him..."

Yukiko's expression changed drastically, and she grabbed at her phone, but Shiraishi Osamu easily dodged it.

At the same time, another voice came from inside.

"Ugh...you dare to use force..."

Her face flushed with anger. She never imagined this man would have such a perverse sense of humor; he was utterly twisted.

"You bastard, how can you be so disgusting!"

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I ordered the wrong thing. Let's eat quickly, I can't wait any longer."

"go to hell!"

Yukiko was so angry that her body trembled. She refused to compromise on such a matter. Besides, it was just the sound of her voice. It was just that she had lost a fight last time. There was no way she could cause any misunderstanding.

Then she heard something else, though she couldn't quite make it out, something like something like "deeper."

Seeing that she seemed really angry, Shiraishi Xiu quickly turned off the recording and put it in his bag. Otherwise, if she went too far and his hard-won advantage slipped away, he would have nowhere to turn to complain.

Yukiko's face flushed, then turned pale, then red, then white. Her bright, cunning eyes darted around, and suddenly she laughed and said:

"That's not right of you. We've fought together and eaten hot pot together, you know."

"Don't you think it's especially interesting for the two of us to sit down and eat together...?"

"And besides, with our relationship like this, don't you think it feels like a first love between a boyfriend and girlfriend?"

She talked and laughed as she spoke, and her smile was different from usual. It was as if she was drunk, her face was very red and rosy, and she didn't seem timid at all. It was as if she did this all the time and was used to it.

As if a switch had been flipped, she was in an exceptionally good mood. She talked about her everyday life, switching between this and that, and even venting her frustrations.

Somehow, as they were talking, she steered the conversation towards him:

"Actually, I suddenly think you're quite a nice person. How should I put it? I wish I had met you sooner. If I had met you earlier, we seem even less compatible. But it's okay, it's all fate's arrangement. God brought us together again, sending you to my side, so I feel..."

It's a really interesting thing. You have a very good temper, but you're a bit too energetic, and of course, there's one more thing..."

Requesting flowers...

After she finished speaking, she took a few gulps of the wine next to her, narrowed her eyes, and continued:

"Let me tell you something! Last night you got drunk and made me drink, and you also made Eri drink. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she comforted me. Let me tell you, she said you were the first man to make her drink, and of course, I was too. If you don't believe me, give me your phone, and I'll call her."

"Hehe... Comrade Yukiko, so all this time you've been waiting for me! You want my phone? No way. Of course, it's not hopeless, it just depends on how you perform tonight."

"Oh dear, I have no idea what you're talking about! I just wanted to tell you something, and you don't even believe me. Sigh... that's such a shame. I can talk to Eri on the phone; you can just listen in quietly."

"I don't believe you."

Why don't you believe it?

"You're saying I forced you to drink?"

“Yes!” Yukiko nodded, after all, that’s how it was last night, and she really wasn’t lying.

"Hehe..." Shiraishi Xiu laughed, shook his head, and looked like he saw through everything: "Impossible, I was already drunk last night. Even if I wanted to get you guys drunk, I probably couldn't even stand up, let alone do such a thing."

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a scumbag. He even denies what he did."

"Don't keep calling him a scumbag. If you keep saying that, it will hurt my feelings."

"I wish I could get hurt."

"...Let's eat quickly. It'll get cold if we don't eat soon, and we don't have much time tonight."

"Why don't you leave first? I'll eat here by myself and come find you later."

Yukiko became very serious, looking like an honest person who would never lie.

Shiraishi Xiu shook his head:

"I'll wait for you, otherwise if you run away, I won't know where to look for you."

"Well... let's just wait..."

Yukiko left behind this meaningful sentence, but she felt helpless. She had said so much but it had no effect. She never expected that she had been recorded before, and she didn’t know how many times she had been recorded. It was really hateful.

Another half hour has passed without us realizing it...

at last……

After they finished eating, Shiraishi Xiu walked out of the beef offal hot pot restaurant first. As soon as he stepped onto the street outside, the night breeze greeted him, making him feel refreshed.

Although the restaurant had air conditioning on, many hot pots were bubbling away, so it was almost useless and the place was still quite stuffy overall.

Yukiko didn't want to owe Shiraishi Osamu anything, so she stayed behind to pay the bill. When she came out, she had the same expression as Shiraishi Osamu and couldn't help but say:

"Wow...so comfortable...eating hot pot at night is so great."

"You're just waiting to get fat; you've already eaten hot pot twice tonight."

"It's good that you've gained weight, so you won't bother me anymore. Okay, let's go to the hotel now!"

Shiraishi Osamu's eyes lit up.

I've been waiting all night, and I've finally heard those words.

He had asked her beforehand where she would be staying tonight.

It's a high-end hotel that can be directly accessed from the station where they take the Shinkansen, and it's quite famous in Osaka.

Osamu Shiraishi originally wanted to stay in a simple business hotel, but Yukiko disagreed, insisting that if he did, he shouldn't come with her. With no other option, he nodded in agreement. Anyway, he just wanted something luxurious and formal, and as long as he was a little careful, there shouldn't be any major problems.

The real problem is...

Xiaolan and her friends are staying in this same place tonight. If they're not careful and get seen, then things will get really interesting.

However, he also came up with a solution: when registering, he would pretend that he hadn't brought anything with him and let Yukiko register. This way, his name wouldn't be left, and Ran and Sonoko wouldn't find out, minimizing the danger.

口.

Chapter 0262: Hotel Room

hotel.

In the lobby.

Osamu Shiraishi was waiting there when he saw Yukiko walk over from the counter with something that looked like a key.

She tilted her head, pouted, and wore a smiling expression, like a lively young girl.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Yukiko's face appeared concerned, but her eyes were full of a deep smile, and it was unclear what she was laughing about; only she herself probably knew the answer.

"By the way, Mr. Shiraishi, I have something to tell you. They've run into a little trouble."

"Ok?"

"It seems the room is a bit full because there are too many people."

"so what?"

"So, faced with this situation, I came up with a great solution."

"Appreciate further details."

"Look?"

Yukiko shook the key in her hand, a smile playing on her lips: "We'll share a room."

"Well..."

Shiraishi Osamu deliberately fell into deep thought, considering whether or not to agree.

"Is that okay?"

He felt that this must have been done on purpose by the woman. Even if she were to be exposed, it would provide a convenient excuse, which would be perfect.

Of course, if you're going to act, you have to go all the way, so he has to put on a good performance and act out some hesitation, otherwise it would look too fake.

Before he could answer, Yukiko seemed to have already gotten into the dramatic mood: "Oh dear, sleeping in the same bed, I'm actually a little nervous."

Osamu Shiraishi's expression changed: "Ms. Yukiko, you've gone too far. What do you take me for? I can sleep on the floor all the time!"

"Ha ha……"

Yukiko let out a cryptic laugh and headed towards the elevator.