Masked Rider, but kindhearted

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After a brief conversation, Miss Yuhua suggested going to her home to talk in detail, and she was afraid that the person who sent the threatening letter would hurt her.

So... Narumi Shokichi was carrying Shotarou, and Tendō Souji was carrying Miss Yuka. The two motorcycles, one in front and one behind, were guided by Ozawa Yuka, and they kept shuttling through the alleys, bypassing one area after another that Tendō Souji had never heard of. If Miss Yuka hadn't brought him here, he would never have imagined that the Futo, famous for its clean energy and pleasant scenery, would have such a dirty and messy street scene.

A group of ragged people were moving between the houses - if those things that were just put together with a few boards and looked neither rainproof nor warm could be called houses.

At the corners of dark alleys, you can occasionally see a few women wearing tattered clothes, wearing lipstick that does not match their skin color, and with dull expressions. They smoke cheap cigarettes while carrying small bags and looking at passers-by.

Avoiding their warm greetings and the voices of "It's okay not to pay", Tendou Souji felt a little embarrassed for a rare time. He rode his motorcycle past in a dejected manner and ignored them.

"Miss Yuka, have you... been living here all these years?" He wanted to say "this kind of place", but couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

Tendo Souji looked around in the rearview mirror and found that Ozawa Yuka's simple and clean dress seemed out of place here.

"Mr. Tendou is so gentle... I've gotten used to this place a long time ago." Yuka Ozawa put her arms around Souji Tendou's waist, gently leaned against his back, looked up and said with a sweet smile.

Tendo Souji felt the warmth behind him and froze: "Is that so..."

He wanted to shake her off, but for the sake of the investigation plan, he decided to go along with her act. He forced himself to relax and just accept the woman holding him and continuing to concentrate on riding.

For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable - there were many suspicious points about this woman, and everyone was just deceiving each other because they thought they had excellent acting skills...but the pain hidden in her eyes was particularly real.

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PY: A knight story about traveling with Kurumi Tokisaki.

The bloody figure of Mamiya Fan, who was saved by the crimson hero, was deeply engraved in his mind.

When facing the attacking bat Gurongi, he drew out the destined holy sword with his admiration for heroes.

When Mamiya Fan's hand shook with Tokisaki Kurumi's, the pure white story book was also dyed with their color.

"Please look at my transformation!"

The sword was drawn at that moment and the holy sword was unsheathed.

As the clock shattered, a black and gold knight was born at this moment. The three bells rang like a death knell for the monster.

Struggling with fate, the knight joins hands with the most evil elves to cross many worlds and is about to slay all evil and rewrite fate.

Current World: Black Bullet

Completed World: Kamen Rider Kuuga "I, Kamen Rider, Partner with the Worst Spirit"

Chapter 25: A Tacit Detective Partner

After passing through the dirtiest and most chaotic area, which could be called an 'absolute slum', they finally arrived at a relatively better place, which was downstairs of the cheap apartment rented by Ozawa Yuka - of course, it was only relative, and still made Tendo Souji feel a little at a loss.

Tendo Souji got out of the car, took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, then walked in front with Miss Yuka. Shotaro Zuo whispered to Shokichi Narumi from behind, exclaiming from time to time.

The moment he reached the gate, Tendo Souji frowned slightly and slowed down his breathing.

The scene before him... was worse than he had imagined...

The exterior walls of the dilapidated apartment building were covered in mold, and the corridor was filled with a damp, rotten smell mixed with the pungent odor of cigarettes and alcohol.

He casually grabbed the handrail and went upstairs. Miss Yuhua, who was standing next to him, didn't know what she was thinking, but she grabbed the corner of his clothes and followed him step by step.

The rust on the stair railing rubbed against Tendo Souji's palm. He quickly let go, clapped his hands, and continued walking.

"Um... Mr. Tiandao?" Ozawa Yuka clutched the corner of his clothes, her knuckles white, and her breathing was as light as a cat with its throat strangled. "Don't you think... the environment here is a bit too bad?"

Tendou Souji looked back in confusion, not understanding why she suddenly said that - wasn't the area they passed before even worse?

Ozawa Yuka looked up at Tendo Souji, her face full of apology and a hint of hope. "I'm sorry, I just feel like it's inappropriate to bother someone of your temperament here, like asking a lion to live in a sewer..."

'What's there to be sorry about? I really don't understand women's thinking...' he thought to himself.

"It's okay." Seeing Miss Yuka's uneasy expression, Tendo Souji sighed softly, took her hand and pulled her to continue walking up. "Since I have accepted your commission, I can't retreat at the end."

"Eh...hmm..." Yuka Ozawa was stunned and nodded involuntarily.

She originally wanted to play pitiful and use the Kamen Rider's sympathy to kill someone with a borrowed knife...but at this moment her attention was completely attracted by the man's beautiful fingers and warm palms, and she followed him up in a daze.

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The setting sun turned the rust on the iron door of the apartment into an orange-red color. Tendou Souji knocked on the door of Room 404 with his knuckles, feeling a little helpless.

That's why he can't handle women - after Miss Yuka led them to the place, she went in and closed the door, saying something like "I have to clean up before I can have Mr. Tiandao visit my humble home"...

"Please wait a moment--" There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against the floor from inside the door.

About thirty seconds later, Yuka Ozawa opened the iron gate. The ends of her hair were wet and there were water droplets on the edge of the Band-Aid on her collarbone, as if she had just washed her face in a hurry.

Tendou Souji glanced around the room and the floor seemed to have just been mopped. He lowered his head at the entrance to look for slippers or shoe covers.

"No need to change shoes—" Ozawa Yuka hurried over to invite Tiandao and the others into the house, then lowered her head and said embarrassedly, "Since I retired, almost no one comes to visit me...so I don't have slippers for guests at home."

Tiandao Chief Guest followed his master's wishes and walked into the living room, leaving a trail of shoe prints. He made an imperceptible gesture to Ming Hai Shouji behind him.

Ming Hai Shouji followed in. Because the door of Yuhua's house was too low, he had to bend down when entering to avoid the brim of his hat rubbing against the door frame. When he bent down, he used the hat as a cover and caught a glimpse of brand new dance shoes on the second layer of the shoe cabinet. The creases of the dust bags were clearly visible.

"Would you like some barley tea?" Yuka Ozawa moved the pain-relieving patch on the coffee table, and the bottom of the glass left a shallow water mark on the wooden table.

Tendo Souji took the cup but didn't drink. Instead, he got down to business: "Besides the threatening letter, did the other party take any other actions... I hope Miss Yuka can have a good talk with me about everything that happened before."

Ozawa Yuka lowered her head, stirring her barley tea in circles with a wooden spoon. "Those threatening letters... every time I see them, I'm reminded of the accident three years ago." She suddenly looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "Mr. Tiandao, do you believe that the stage cable would 'just happen' to break during a solo dance?!"

"Shotaro!" Ming Hai Shouji whispered, and Zuo Shoutaro quickly took out his notebook and spread it on the coffee table, squatting down and starting to record quickly.

Tendo Souji carefully observed Miss Yuka's expression and said calmly, "Human accident?"

"After checking, the police officer said it was an accident." She gave a wry laugh, the strap of her sundress sliding down half an inch as she trembled, revealing half of her shoulders. "But last week I went to the Fuuto Grand Theater to see a dance performance... and I saw Miss Saotome, who was in charge of the props back then, backstage."

"How did she manage to look so smooth even though she was wearing an ill-fitting skirt that was constricting her whole body?"

Tendo Souji remained calm and gave her a zero score for her pretentious seduction tactics.

Yuka Ozawa suddenly grabbed Souji Tendo's wrist, "She has turned into a monster! Her left hand can turn into an iron ball - just like this!" She gestured in the air, and her nails almost scratched his Adam's apple.

Tendo Souji subconsciously frowned and tilted his neck back to avoid the other party's dancing hands.

Shotaro's pen slammed heavily on the word 'Iron Ball'. "Iron Ball... [Violence Dopant] Violent Dopant?! Ms. Yuka... could you tell me what day of the week was it?"

"Eh? Probably..." She hurriedly let go of Tendo Souji, her fingertips brushing the hair behind her ear, looking thoughtful, "Last Tuesday afternoon? Yes, it should be last Tuesday..."

Narumi Shokichi suddenly interrupted, "That's strange... Didn't Ms. Yuka say that she only regained the ability to walk independently last Thursday?"

The room suddenly became quiet, and the bubbling sound of the small pot of barley tea on the stove could be clearly heard.

"I... I got it mixed up." Yuka Ozawa clutched the hem of her skirt, and the fabric revealed the full outline of her thigh muscles. "I should have recovered on Tuesday and gone to the theater on Thursday? Well... after all, I've been too scared lately..." Her voice trembled, and she looked pitiful.

"It's okay, it's normal to be scared when encountering something like this..." He comforted her like this, but Tendo Souji felt that the other party's flaws were becoming more and more obvious. He suddenly leaned forward and pressed down, and his shadow covered her body. "Ms. Yuka, what's the matter with this injury... Does it still hurt?" He stretched out his finger and gently touched the strawberry-printed Band-Aid on her collarbone.

Yuka Ozawa leaned back reflexively to avoid it, and a corner of the Band-Aid lifted up. She quickly pressed it down and re-sticked it.

Tendō Souji had already seen the purple interface marks revealed under the Band-Aid in an instant, which confirmed his idea, and the corners of his mouth curled up confidently.

A sharp light flashed under the shadow of Ming Hai Shouji's hat brim. He nodded slightly and smiled at him, then turned his head and pretended to observe his surroundings - in an invisible tacit understanding, they played a wonderful cooperation without any communication on the surface.

Only Shotaro Sae was filled with worry, shouting angrily, "Even the wind of Fuuto would cry if such a beautiful woman were harmed! Don't worry, Miss Yuka, I will definitely protect you."

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py==《I, the Pope, the Enemy of the Holy Light》

Chapter 26: Miss Yuka's Confession

"It's getting late," Narumi Shokichi stood up and adjusted his hat, the shadow of the brim obscuring his expression. "Shotaro, come with me to investigate Miss Saotome."

"Eh? Are we leaving now?" Shotaro Sa hastily closed his notebook and glanced at Ozawa Yuka, who was curled up in the corner of the sofa. "But Miss Yuka's safety..."

"I'll just stay." Tendo Souji exchanged a glance with Uncle Ming Hai and said meaningfully, "Protecting the client is also the detective's duty."

While Shotarou was still not reacting, Narumi Shokichi dragged him out of the door, closing it behind him and saying, "Tiandao, I leave this place to you."

When the sound of the iron door closing was heard, Yuka Ozawa's tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

She adjusted her slipped shoulder straps, and her chest rose and fell gently with her breathing: "Mr. Tiandao, would you like some wine? I have some good plums..."

"Question—" Tendo Souji did not answer, but silently drew out the Thunder Sword, "Have you ever killed a human?"

Upon hearing this, Ozawa Yuka's pupils suddenly contracted, and her fingertips made a tiny scraping sound on the plum wine bottle.

She gently placed the bottle back on the coffee table, and the glass bottom made a crisp "click" sound when it collided with the wooden tabletop. She lowered her eyes to hide the panic in her eyes.

"Mr. Tiandao...what terrible words did you suddenly say?" She tilted her head with a confused expression, and her hair fell behind her ears.

"How is this possible! What gave him away... This man is a killer! It's said... asking a question like that basically means someone's going to die... It's over!"

Ozawa Yuka wanted to struggle a little, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the shoulder strap, twisting the fabric into fine folds, "How could a weak woman like me..."

——She suddenly fell silent because the cold sword blade was across her neck.

From the reflection of the sword, Tendou Souji could see mist quickly gathering in her deliberately wide-open eyes, and two perfectly timed tears fell as her eyelashes trembled.

"No, no, it won't work!" Ozawa Yuka saw that the man's eyes were still cold and he was completely unmoved.

"Did you... misunderstand something?" Ozawa Yuka's voice trembled. Her fingertips tentatively touched the blade and then withdrew as if burned. She suddenly gasped and covered her mouth with her right hand. "Could it be... because of this thing?!"

When she said the last few words, her voice suddenly rose, and her left hand pressed down on her heaving chest. The neckline of her suspender dress slipped down, revealing a series of undulating ravines. The bandage on her collarbone also fell off completely, revealing the interface traces of Gaia's memory.

Tendo Souji watched the woman's performance expressionlessly. He ignored the large expanse of white, and didn't care about the memory interface that he had already observed, but instead focused on her micro-expressions and the movements of her hands.

'If she has any intention of attacking, she will die...' He thought so, looked at Ozawa Yuka's face and said slowly: "You only need to answer 'yes' or 'no'."

"Is this man a blockhead? I've spent so much money on him, and he's completely clueless?!" Yuka Ozawa's heart was in turmoil, but her body honestly raised its hands in surrender, not even bothering to pull up her collar to cover her spring scenery.

"Of course I haven't killed anyone... Isn't Gaia Memory a good thing for helping people recover?" Ozawa Yuka blinked, looking innocent and puzzled. "After I retired due to injury, everyone stayed away from me.

"A disabled and weak woman...living alone for several years, maybe no one would care if she died...Thanks to this, I can stand up again and have the chance to dance again!" When she said this, the woman seemed to be a little sincere.

Tendo Souji had no intention of delving into the other person's past... In his opinion, reminiscing about painful experiences would only deepen the pain.

"Ms. Yuuka, please tell the truth—" Tendo Souji put down the Thunder Sword and gently helped her pull up the sling. "If your disability is man-made, I will seek justice for you. If Miss Saotome is a doping criminal and has killed humans, I will also eradicate this evil."

"This man... is serious..."

"Puchi," Ozawa Yuka laughed cheerfully, threw herself into Tendo Souji's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and murmured, "Mr. Tendo...you're different from those stinky men—I'm obviously very confident in my looks, and it's rare for me to do something so frivolous...yet you're only concerned with your own justice."

Feeling the impact of the soft and warm embrace, Tendo Souji's heartbeat quickened a little. He decisively pushed her away and looked at her straight in the face without changing his expression.

"What I'm more curious about is... how I was exposed..." Ozawa Yuka didn't answer his question directly. After being pushed away, she laughed uncontrollably. Her watery peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the serious man, "Mr. Tiandao?"

Tendou Souji stared at the purple memory interface pattern on the woman's collarbone and said solemnly, "Miss Yuka has too many flaws, and her frivolous behavior is very deliberate..."

"You must have moved here recently... As a dancer who was once famous in the Wind City, your life shouldn't be so difficult even after retiring." He said with confidence and determination.

"Just based on that one assumption?" Ozawa Yuka was puzzled. Although this was her first time using a woman's natural weapons, she had witnessed plenty of such dirty deeds through her work... As an excellent dancer, she thought her imitation was pretty good. "Could it be that I'm just extravagant and don't have any savings... It's normal for leg injury treatment to cost money, right?"

Although she tacitly acknowledged the other party's judgment, she still wondered, "On what basis?" She wondered why the other party jumped to such a conclusion.

Tendo Souji stood up, went to the door, took a dust bag, and placed it on the coffee table. "Are these professional dance shoes? You've just recovered and are already eager to start dancing... And Miss Yuuka, your thighs are so plump and round that they don't look like someone who's been paralyzed for years. Logically, long-term disuse would cause some degree of muscle atrophy."

'Plump and round'...Ozawa Yuka felt inexplicably embarrassed when she heard this handsome man praising her so bluntly...She had never felt so embarrassed even when she had deliberately exposed herself or initiated physical contact before.

"The Band-Aid on the clavicle seems to be a self-incriminating act, which makes people pay more attention to what it is covering up... He lives a poor life but can go to a dance performance, and he saw a guy who turned into a monster and was suspected to be his enemy but was able to escape unscathed..." Tendo Souji added to the attack word by word, and each sentence made Ozawa Yuka's face look uglier.

"My seniors always say that my fame is all due to my good looks, and that my dancing skills and acting are actually third-rate..." Ozawa Yuka rubbed her face and forced a smile. "It seems that it's all true."

"Your acting is quite realistic, and your beauty makes it easy for people to overlook logical inconsistencies..." Tendo Souji commented calmly and objectively, correcting the other party's words, "But Uncle Minghai and I are professional detectives after all, and we focus more on details and logic."

'Although I have only been working here for a short time,' he added silently in his heart.

"So, you wrote the threatening letter yourself?" Tendou Souji looked confident, but his expression changed the next moment because of the other party's answer.

——"No~" Seeing his surprised look, Ozawa Yuka smiled slyly.

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The battle is exciting! py《The Crazy Man in the Box Garden Defeats Millions of Gods!》