Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

Shiraishi Xiu had no choice but to follow.

A few minutes later...

With a "click," the door opened, the lights came on, and everything jumped into view.

Yukiko twirled around like she was dancing under the soft light of the crystal chandelier. The spacious Western-style room had a large bed and an elegant sofa.

Shiraishi Xiu sat on the sofa, glancing sideways ahead, and said in an unchanged tone:

"Okay, I'll sleep here tonight."

"Mr. Shiraishi—are you sure! Such a luxurious room, aren't you going to sleep in the bed and enjoy it...?"

“That makes sense, but as a gentleman, I’ll just lie on the sofa and watch the bed.”

"Hahaha, are you afraid of me? Mr. Shiraishi, don't be so timid. I'm not afraid at all, but you are. This is really interesting."

"Then I shall humbly accept..."

"Ha ha……"

Before Osamu Shiraishi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yukiko's laughter.

She ran into the bathroom, and soon a pleasant sound came from inside.

"Tsk tsk... This is really nice, a jacuzzi, it's wonderful."

Shiraishi Osamu pursed his lips in annoyance. She didn't even listen to his real answer before interrupting him. Sure enough, a woman's words are deceitful.

He opened the French windows and went out onto the balcony. Their room was on the fifteenth floor, and looking out at the city, the lights were shining everywhere in the darkness. It was, undeniably, a beautiful sight.

"Wow, this is a great spot, the view is amazing..."

At some point, Yukiko also stepped onto the balcony, gazing at the night view. The night breeze ruffled her long hair as she turned to look at Shiraishi Shudo:

"How about it, watching the night view together as a couple, doesn't it seem romantic?"

"call?"

Shiraishi Osamu glanced at her, then went straight back to his room, sat on the sofa, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

However, the TVs here are different from those in Beika Town. Many of them are local TV programs with a lot of dialect, which gave him a headache.

Yukiko squinted, walked back to her room, closed the French windows, and jumped onto the soft bed. Like a soft, boneless worm, she thrashed about, making strange "ooh ooh ooh" noises.

After fussing like a child for a while, she realized that Shiraishi Xiu was ignoring her, so she stopped, lay back on the bed, propped her head up, and watched TV, saying:

“Osaka is a really interesting place. They’re always looking forward to things, but it’s unbelievable that TV programs are still in dialect. It’s quite interesting.”

“I don’t find it funny at all. That kind of tone makes me feel uncomfortable.”

"Actually, your thoughts are exactly the same as mine. I also think that this tone sounds weird and doesn't suit me at all."

"A woman who says one thing but means another."

"Sigh... If you don't believe me, then so be it."

Yukiko laughed again without realizing it, rolled around on the bed, and lazily stretched her slender waist.

Shiraishi Xiu secretly glanced at the television, then immediately turned his gaze back to it and said:

"If you're bored, let's discuss the issue of dialects!"

"Sure, I don't have anything else to do anyway. Actually, all the Kansai dialects sound pretty much the same, but if there are different kinds, how many do you think there are in total?"

"One hundred kinds!"

"Hehe, chatting with you is not comfortable at all. You always like to argue and make trouble. There aren't actually that many kinds. In fact, there are only about thirty kinds."

"Oh……"

"Damn it, I never want to chat with you again, it's so boring."

Yukiko rolled her eyes in exasperation. This jerk had no idea how to have a conversation; he just kept steering the conversation toward dead ends. She felt like she was a pretty good conversationalist, but she couldn't do anything about this guy.

"Bored...I'm going to take a shower!"

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, started filling the bathtub with water, then ran back to her room to get her bag and began taking things out of the tub.

After she finished everything, just as she was about to enter the bathroom, she turned back and said:

"Don't you dare peek!"

Osamu Shiraishi felt that the last sentence sounded a bit like he was trying to hide something, but he was a gentleman and wouldn't do something so beastly.

A little while later...

Yukiko's singing voice drifted from the bathroom. Her voice was melodious and beautiful, and the tune was wonderful, even without accompaniment.

He looked up at the chandelier above him, trying to clear his mind, otherwise some inexplicable thoughts would keep swirling around him.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I forgot my face wash. Could you please get it for me? It's in my bag."

Yukiko's voice came from the bathroom again.

Shiraishi Osamu hesitated for a moment, then sat up from the sofa and went to her bag on the bedside table.

When he opened the bag, the sight inside made him speechless, and his lips twitched.

The first thing that catches the eye is a book—[One Hundred Ways to Kill...]

Then came needles, knives, scissors, razor blades, gloves, and rope...

Looking at these things that could kill, Shiraishi Xiu's heart pounded wildly. This woman was still determined to kill him!

What's even more outrageous is that there were several syringes in the backpack, and a few unlabeled pills next to it. I had no idea what their ingredients were or what their effects were, but they definitely didn't seem like good stuff.

"Hey, are you still there?"

"coming!"

Shaking her head helplessly, Shiraishi Xiu took out what she needed. Just as she reached the bathroom door, she saw a wet arm sticking out from the crack in the door.

"Thank you so much, but it's not convenient for you to see this right now."

"Let go of me then."

"Let go now!"

Shiraishi Osamu's face darkened. He pushed the hand inside and then closed the bathroom door.

He silently walked to the bedside and lay down. The soft mattress immediately enveloped his entire body, and a comfortable feeling washed over him. He then began to stare at the ceiling above his head, thinking about what he had just seen.

He felt it was better not to sleep tonight.

Otherwise it would be far too dangerous.

The things in that bedside table bag could kill anyone if you just picked one out. This woman is incredibly reckless.

哈啊

As he was thinking, he yawned, turned to his side, and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time has passed...

"Snapped……"

Shiraishi Osamu felt a sharp pain on his face and opened his eyes abruptly. He saw Yukiko standing by the bed with her wet hair, staring at him. He pursed his lips and said:

"Tsk tsk, so you did reveal your true intentions after all; you want to sleep in my bed, don't you?"

"Uh...nothing at all. I just tried it out and found it too soft for me."

Shiraishi Xiu got out of bed, wiped his face, and sat on the sofa. He was quite speechless, not expecting that he had actually fallen asleep just now.

Yukiko picked up the hairdryer and started drying her hair, saying as she did so:

"Alright, you've been washing for a bit too long. Now it's your turn. Go wash yourself!"

"Oh, right... But I'm warning you, don't try to peek when I'm taking a shower."

"You think too much."

"That's for the best."

Shiraishi Osamu picked up the bag containing a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. The air inside was humid and filled with a fragrant scent.

Okay, it all smells like shower gel and shampoo.

Half an hour later...

Shiraishi Osamu came out of the bathroom with a towel draped over his head, but he looked at the sofa with a strange expression because there were some plastic bags on it, which were obviously bought by the woman while he was taking a shower.

Yukiko smiled and said:

"I went downstairs to the store and bought some snacks. It's so late, I don't want to go to bed so early."

"My goodness... how much did you eat today? Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm the kind of person who can eat whatever I want and never gain weight."

"That statement would only fool a three-year-old."

"Fine, don't believe me then."

Yukiko pouted unhappily, took a bottle out of her pocket, poured an amber liquid into the glass in front of her, stopped halfway, and then took out another bottle of beverage and poured it in, letting the two liquids mix.

Shiraishi Xiu was on guard, remembering the book he had seen in her bag earlier, and asked calmly:

What is this?

"Plum wine with soda? You don't even know that?"

"You drank alcohol at the hot pot restaurant, do you want to drink again now?"

"This wine tastes great and isn't too strong, making it perfect for drinking in the evening."

"Sigh... I'm really scared of you. Come on, let's see who gets drunk first tonight."

Shiraishi Osamu sat down opposite her, picked up the glass of plum wine and brought it to his lips. As the wine went down his throat, a refreshing feeling immediately spread, and the taste was also very sweet.

Yukiko smiled with narrowed eyes, picked up the plum wine and drank it, then put the snacks on the table.

"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I bought some potato chips, a little bit of every flavor."

"I'm not picky, anything is fine."

Oh dear, I should have asked you! I would have bought you wasabi flavor; I guarantee you'd enjoy it.