The Strange Cat from Fuuto

Hearing Miku's answer, the old man was very pleased. It's true, a cat is more obedient. Unlike his children, his eldest daughter was always trying to usurp his position, his second daughter was spoiled rotten and spent her days doing nothing productive, abandoning any opportunities for fame to become an idol, and as for his youngest son, who was never home, he was always going against his father, either exposing customers who bought memory chips with his partner or tinkering with trivial matters in that shabby little office!

I'm your own father, how could you treat me like this?!

The old man, lost in thought, stopped moving, and Miku instinctively climbed off his lap and ran into Wakana's arms. Lying on Wakana's thigh, feeling the girl's warm skin and smelling her faint, virginal fragrance, Miku closed his eyes contentedly.

But one thing kept lingering in his mind: the ring on the old man's left ring finger.

According to the original plot, after Philip's mother and husband had a falling out and she left, it is unknown whether she still had the matchmaker with her, but the husband did. Does this mean that the husband has not forgotten his wife?

In other words, judging from the few fleeting scenes at the end, the old man still misses the days when his family was intact. It's a pity that now he can only treat a brush as family every day!

This is also the old man's longing for the past!

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, it'll give me a headache!"

Miku shook his head, forcing himself to shake off the guesses in his mind. He continued to lie on Wakana's lap, feeling her caresses.

A few days later, at the DG building.

"Lord Miku, this is the list of salespeople who need to be eliminated!" Otate respectfully placed a list in front of Miku. Saeko, sitting in the seat of honor, glanced at Miku.

"You'd better get rid of these guys quickly, or they'll keep stealing our property all day long," Saeko snorted and continued, "or you won't have any cat food left!!"

"Alright, back to the old ways!"

Staring at the names and details of those highlighted on the list, Miku sighed silently. He was supposed to be there to assist with memory distribution, but in reality, he was just a henchman!

Previously, these were managed by Kirihiko. A large part of the Madoka family's wealth was acquired through the sale of memory units. Otherwise, where do you think such a large manor with so many servants came from?

The research and development of memory chips can only proceed smoothly with investment from Foundation X. In addition to receiving investment from Foundation X, the museum must also regularly submit the latest data and finished products on memory chips to them. This is manageable; with Foundation X's funding, the museum can sustain itself relatively smoothly. However, a certain zombie who loves to give a thumbs-down and hasn't received any investment has no choice but to work hard as a mercenary to amass wealth!

Being a villain these days isn't easy; you even have to find someone to invest in you!

Otherwise, we won't even have money to eat!

Chapter 35: A-san Makes His Debut, Even Kamen Riders Need to Make a Living!

In the enclosed space, dim light scattered, and several pool tables were scattered among them.

Shotaro stroked the pool cue in his hand, his eyes filled with fascination.

"Billiards is the perfect game for a tough guy like me!"

Shotaro picked up the billiard ball from the table, tossed it in his hand, and felt its weight.

"Boom!"

After placing the pool ball on the table, Shotaro gracefully leaned forward, shifting his weight forward, and gently placed the cue stick in the web of his left hand, with his index finger resting on the table to hold the cue stick in place.

At that moment, a motorcycle was parked outside the door. A man wearing a bright red motorcycle suit took off his helmet. His cold and stern face gave him a sense of hardness, like a reef.

After glancing at the sign for Seagull Billiards Hall, the man stepped inside.

"This elegant adult game, just like the work of a detective, is practically tailor-made for me!"

Shotaro's hazy eyes and the cue stick pressed against his hand gave off a deep sense of melancholy! He gripped the end of the cue stick tightly with his right hand, aimed at the cue ball, and like an ancient knight swiftly thrusting his lance forward, he quickly pushed the cue stick forward.

Steady, accurate, and ruthless!

The cue stick moved like a dragon emerging from the abyss, its tip thrusting forward swiftly. And then…

Missed!

It's a winning hand!

Now!

If those young people who enjoy playing snooker have nothing to do with Shotaro, they should be ashamed of him.

o（*￣︶￣*）o

The cue not only missed its target, but also flew through the air, tracing a graceful curve before heading straight for the doorway blocked by the heavy curtain. At that moment, the man in the bright red motorcycle suit lifted the curtain and walked in. Facing the oncoming cue, he reached out and grabbed it.

"Hahaha..."

Shotaro chuckled awkwardly, straightening his collar as he tried to ease the embarrassment. "Even with my superb skills, I made such a mistake!" Heaven knows, someone actually walked in while I was showing off. Come to think of it, wasn't this pool hall supposed to be empty except for me?

How could such a mistake have occurred?

My goodness!

Could it be that my delusional diary has been discovered?! (Shotaro's delusional diary, I recommend everyone read it!)

"The detective agency should be on the second floor!"

The man dressed in fiery red bypassed Shotaro and launched an attack on the pool balls on the table, pocketing them in no time. Shotaro was completely dumbfounded.

If this were a children's anime, Shotaro's jaw would have dropped to the ground!

Shotaro quickly closed his slightly parted jaw and said, "Yes, that's right!"

"Hey, who are you?"

"A client!"

The man in the bright red motorcycle outfit tossed the pool cue to Shotaro.

Once the two reached the second floor, the man immediately pulled out his badge from his back pocket. After glancing at the badge, Shotaro said thoughtfully, "You're a police officer!"

"My name is Teruji Ryu!"

“Recently, bizarre freezing incidents have been occurring frequently in Fudo. I’ve come here hoping you can assist me!”

As they spoke, Terui Ryu placed a stack of photos on the table and pushed them toward Akiko. Akiko curiously flipped through the photos, and upon seeing the corpse covered in white frost in one of them, she exclaimed in surprise, "These things were clearly done by the hybrids!"

"You guys are really good at this kind of thing, aren't you?"

After finishing speaking, Terui Ryu started reaching into his inner pocket. Shotaro casually took the photo that was handed to him by the numbered cardboard cutout and said disdainfully, "A detective like me will never bow down to your kind of power!"

"So get out of here right now, and hurry up!"

Ignoring Shotaro's provocation, Terui Ryu focused all his attention on Akiko. Akiko curiously opened the envelope Shotaro handed her, and inside were ten 10,000 yen bills. (Ten bills! Even though I'm the second Zhang Xiaohua from the college entrance exam, I can't have miscounted these. I counted them five or seven times!)

"This is just a deposit; there will be a final payment after the transaction is completed!"

Upon hearing this, Akiko's eyes turned a dazzling green, almost banknote-like color. Meanwhile, Shotaro continued to glare defiantly at Terui Ryu, prompting Akiko to pull out her heirloom slippers.

With these heirloom slippers, Mom is no longer afraid of me going out late at night!

It can even transmit athlete's foot that has been inherited for twenty years!

After dealing with Shotaro, Shotaro glared angrily at Akiko. Akiko placed freshly popped, still steaming hot popcorn in front of and behind Terui Ryu, giving him an apologetic look.

"Let go, Akiko! It hurts so much! I'm going to fall!"

Grabbing Shotaro by the ear and pulling him aside, Akiko growled in a low voice, "Do you know that if we don't take on more cases, we'll starve?"

Do you know how big the deficit is in our institute right now?

"You're always putting on airs. If you don't get this job, you can go sleep on the streets!"

"I'm a Kamen Rider, how can I bow down to power?"

Shotaro argued defiantly, getting angry whenever Akiko was mentioned.

"Even if you're a Kamen Rider, you still need to eat, right? If you don't take on commissions and don't earn money, where will you get the money to eat?"

"And that guy inside, his expenses are even higher. Do you think it's easy for me?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you transform every time so that no one can see your face, you would have destroyed so many public facilities that you could never repay them in several lifetimes!"

Akiko, who had been scolding Shotaro by pulling his ear, pouted angrily.

"Kamen Rider?"

"Don't Kamen Riders need to make a living?"

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Under Akiko's "well-intentioned" persuasion, Shotaro "realized" his mistake, immediately corrected his attitude, and said that he would follow up on this request to the end!

Otherwise, my precious hat would have to be sold to pay for food!

As Akiko watched Terui Ryu and Shotaro leave, she took out the ten ten-thousand-yen bills again, held them to her face, took a deep breath, and gave a silly smile.

"Now, we finally don't have to run a fiscal deficit anymore!"

"Terui Ryu, a policeman from Fuuto?"

Philip opened the door to the inner garage, leaned against the doorframe, and looked thoughtful.

"I always felt that there was something about him that caught my attention."

"What exactly is it?"

...............

In the kitchen of the Ensaki Mansion.

"What's wrong, Master Miku?" Head Chef Kondo looked at the slightly frowning cat in front of him, quite uneasy. Ever since this cat started talking, their kitchen workload had increased dramatically. In addition to the three meals a day, there were seven or eight extra meals, all of which were rather elaborate. And that's not all, the portions were especially generous.

Good heavens, does this cat have orange cat blood?

Miku frowned, staring at the plate of exorbitantly priced caviar before him. He found it difficult to eat. After all, the higher the quality of the caviar, the more demanding the eating experience.

Some people even put caviar on the back of their hands to savor this rare delicacy.

But what about myself? I stared at my furry paws, at my pink paw pads.

Miku fell into deep thought.

"It's...lost!"

After thinking it over for a while, Miku finally decided against it. Food that causes such trouble for the cat should just go to the trash!

Seeing Chef Kondo's hesitation, Miku urged, "Hurry up!"

"But this caviar is too expensive, it costs millions of yen per gram!"

"Huh, only a little over... a million yen?"

"So cheap... I lost it... I lost it!"

Urged on by Miku, Chef Kondo reluctantly threw the caviar into the waste bin.