I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"You just asked me for money to gas last night!" Kasahara Fukari resisted the urge to kick him.

"That means there's no electricity, so it won't start."

"I'll fix it for you!"

"Don't delay things, give me a ride." Fujiwara Izaya jumped onto the back of the motorcycle.

Kasahara Fukaeri reluctantly compromised: "You drive."

“My driver’s license doesn’t allow me to drive a motorcycle,” Fujiwara Izaya said seriously.

"You have Section Nine credentials, so we can issue it!"

"Oh, I see. So... I just had a drink. Is it permissible for Section Nine members to drive after drinking?"

"...You're getting more and more shameless!"

"Let's get going," Fujiwara Izaya said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and pressing his face against her back. "As police officers, we shouldn't worry about gender differences when we're handling cases. Don't worry, from now on I promise to treat you as my superior, not my wife."

"Since you know I'm your boss, why do you still talk back to me..."

"When she wants to talk back to you, you're her wife; when she doesn't, you're her boss."

"..."

That's it.

She'd already been hugged while naked, so what was there to be ashamed of... Kasahara Fukari found a reason to convince herself and rode her motorcycle away from Senso-ji Temple.

A strong wind blew against my cheeks.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly looked up, resting his chin on Kasahara Mieri's shoulder.

"Don't move."

Kasahara Fukari shrugged.

“I’ll stay still like this.” Fujiwara Izaya said, his nose touching the pale neck exposed by her latex suit, where the fresh scent of maple leaves wet with autumn rain wafted.

Kasahara Fukari's fingertips trembled slightly, tacitly approving of his actions.

It seems that Fujiwara Izaya is pushing her limits, bit by bit, to deeper and deeper places.

The streetlights receded, illuminating her face and orange hair, making them appear even more vibrant. Her beautifully shaped nose cast a faint shadow on the other side of the light. Held in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, her expression briefly showed shyness before returning to its usual aloofness. From her slender neck to her firm breasts, from her waist to her abdomen, from her long legs to her black high heels encased in latex, nothing changed.

Everything was so elegant, aloof, and beautiful.

“Such a beautiful woman like Fukae couldn’t possibly be without feelings…” Fujiwara Izaya muttered to himself, half-closing his eyes contentedly.

Kasahara Fukaeri did not express her opinion on this statement.

She was focused on driving, her face hidden by her long orange hair. Fujiwara Izaya's lips felt the touch of her hair, but unfortunately, he couldn't feel the touch of her skin.

However, there is still a chance to go further.

There's no rush.

Chapter 177. Deceiving Eri into Entering a Brothel

7 PM, Shinjuku.

The dimly lit alleyways were lined with rows of small taverns.

Under the signs that glowed like fireflies, women holding coupons stood on the street, each dressed more revealingly than the last, as if they were competing to see who was least afraid of the cold, trying to attract customers.

Fujiwara Rinya bought two bento boxes and a hot coffee at a 7-Eleven convenience store and walked through the alley lined with brothels, pubs, and bicycles. In front of each shop, there were people soliciting customers; they were all women wearing short jackets with the shop's name printed on them.

It's raining, and the temperature is 18℃.

"Handsome young man, our lady is very good at serving people!"

"I'm sorry, I already have an appointment."

A woman in stockings and a miniskirt grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's wrist as she solicited customers. He easily broke free and walked straight down the alley to the end, where a brand-new six-story apartment building stood directly in front of him. Pink curtains were drawn in the windows, and red, blue, and green neon lights were on all day long. Even in Shinjuku, where the sex industry was rampant, this building was quite famous.

【Oasis Couples' Tea House】

[A sanctuary for body and soul – girls can all AF at our shop]

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze swept over the sign a few times, and then, with the cover of pedestrians on the roadside, he quietly approached a Toyota van.

In the passenger seat of the truck, a policewoman with striking orange hair was intently watching the dazzling world outside.

The winding alleyway was dimly lit, and the rain was falling quietly.

Women dressed in elaborate makeup swaggered along the cobblestone street, seducing passing male pedestrians. Even through the thick glass windows of the truck, one could tell what kind of business they did.

The policewoman frowned slightly.

At this time.

The truck's rear door suddenly opened.

A dark figure nimbly slid in and approached, a gun-like object pressed against the policewoman's neck, and a mocking voice came from behind her ear.

"Officer, we've got you!"

"Snapped!"

Kasahara Fukari slapped her hand behind her back, accurately hitting the suspect who dared to assault the police officer on the head.

"Ouch, that hurts—" Fujiwara Izaya feigned a howl, but seeing that she didn't turn around, he immediately handed her the bento box and coffee he had just bought with a bright smile, "Captain, this is a bento box for you."

Kasahara Fukaeri took the bento and began to eat it in small bites.

When she came out of Asakusa Shrine, she had eaten a kaiseki meal for two, and she can still eat a bento box without any problem. Fujiwara Izaya has to admire her appetite.

Taking a small bite of the fried pork cutlet, Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly uttered the word "coffee" in a muffled voice.

"Please have some." Fujiwara Izaya handed over a steaming paper cup of coffee with both hands.

Holding a bento box, Kasahara Fukari turned her head and took a sip of coffee through a straw. After swallowing, she remembered there was another person in the car, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Looking into the driver's seat, Inspector Suzuki was already giving Fujiwara Izaya a thumbs-up, his face full of admiration.

"The little mage is amazing!"

"so so."

"Captain Kasahara is acting like a..."

Kasahara Fukari's face turned cold: "Suzuki, it's time for you to go home!"

"Let's go." Inspector Suzuki, a strange smile on his face, exchanged a knowing look with Fujiwara Ryaya before opening the car door and leaving. His seat was piled high with equipment: three handheld walkie-talkies, three hidden cameras, three listening devices, and several screens…

For the past month, people have been following, eavesdropping on, and secretly filming here every day.

Their targets were anyone and any monster connected to "Shizuka," but after a month, they found nothing.

Fujiwara Izaya climbed from the back seat to the driver's seat and looked at the entrance of the Oasis Couples' Tea House not far away.

There was a young couple there.

The girl had fair skin, curly hair, and rosy cheeks; her fashionable attire made her look like a young mistress from a period drama. Not far away, a street musician sang behind a box filled with spare change, playing clichéd songs about freedom, dreams, and heartbreak—utterly unoriginal. But that's how the world is; everyone knows it's boring, but some people still stop to watch.

A few minutes later, Kasahara Fukari finished her bento.

She glanced at Fujiwara Izaya, who looked bored, and said, "Why don't you go back?"

The sound is soft and clear.

This is the first time Izaya Fujiwara has ever seen such a heartwarming scene in Eri.

"Why should I go back when we finally have some time together?" he asked, stretching.

Kasahara Fukaeri did not respond.

Her gaze swept around the car window, then she shifted her position.

The latex suit rubbed against the leather cushion, making a screeching sound. Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer, examining her shiny latex suit, and asked curiously, "Will it bulge?"

"What?" Kasahara Fukari didn't hear clearly.

"Does it swell up when you fart...? Hey, don't hit me!"

Kasahara Fukari withdrew her fist, crossed her arms, and glared at him fiercely.

Since getting married, this guy has become increasingly careless with his words. How could he ask his boss such a question!

Fujiwara Izaya touched his forehead, which was red from being punched, and smiled as he stared at her intently. She gracefully crossed one leg, which was clad in a high heel. Compared to their first meeting, her aloof demeanor no longer bothered him as much; presumably, with the passage of time, he had grown accustomed to many things. Including his flirtatious side, which Fuka Eri would also grow accustomed to.

The rain was falling softly outside the window. The colorful neon lights appeared even more hazy.

At 11 p.m., Fujiwara Rinya got out of the truck and casually bought some food, soda, and orange juice at a nearby supermarket. Then he bought a ballpoint pen at a stationery store, two magazines to pass the time at a bookstore, and two sets of clothes (one men's and one women's).

When he carried a bunch of odds and ends back to the car, he immediately stuffed the receipt into Kasahara Fukaeri's hand.

Kasahara Fukaeri glanced at him and sighed helplessly.

All of the above expenses have to be reimbursed by her... It's not that she doesn't want to go to the finance department, it's just that this guy buys too many different things. How am I supposed to explain to the finance department why he bought expensive men's clothing and sexy women's clothing when handling cases?

Just after 11 o'clock, Jingxia suddenly appeared.

Wearing a navy blue light jacket, a white wool jumpsuit, and shiny black leather boots, she looked every bit the chic massage girl. Under the dazzling neon lights of the night, she stepped through the gates of the oasis.

Kasahara Fukaeri glanced at her from afar.

Because of the gagging spell, capturing and interrogating her was impossible. The only way to find out where they had hidden Huang Songyu was through covert surveillance. Despite the lack of results over the past month, Fukami Eri remained steadfast in her belief: examining the scene a hundred times would surely uncover new clues.

Fujiwara Izaya yawned.

The policewoman beside him turned to look at him: "It's late. If you're sleepy, go home."

“Eri Fuka, don’t you think this is a waste of time?” Fujiwara Izaya suddenly asked.

“There is no such thing as a wasted effort in the world,” Kasahara Fukaeri replied succinctly.

"Uh, I mean," Fujiwara Izaya said, his smile innocent yet mischievous, "how about we try a different approach and cut straight to the inside?"

How do we get close to the inside?

"Of course, it's about dressing up as a customer looking for a brothel to come in and spend money."

"But they definitely know what we look like."

"Don't worry, my dog ​​taught me the art of disguise."