Chapter 508: 177. Deceiving Fukaeri into Going to a Brothel_2
The rain outside tapped softly. The colorful neon lights appeared increasingly hazy.
At eleven o’clock in the evening, Fujiwara Reya stepped out of the van and casually bought some groceries at a nearby supermarket, along with soda and orange juice. Then, he bought a ballpoint pen from a stationery store, and two magazines to pass the time at a bookstore, along with two outfits (one for a man and one for a woman).
When he returned to the car with a whole heap of miscellaneous items, he stuffed the receipt into Kasahara Fumi’s hand.
Kasahara Fumi glanced at him and sighed helplessly.
All these expenses had to be reimbursed by her... It’s not that she was unwilling to run to the finance department, but this guy bought such a mix of things, how was she supposed to explain to finance why they needed to buy expensive men’s and sexy women’s clothing for a case investigation?
Just after eleven, Shizuka suddenly appeared.
In a navy blue light jacket, a white woolen dress, and shiny black leather boots, she looked every bit like a stylishly dressed massage girl. She walked through the glowing neon lights of the night and into the Oasis entrance.
Kasahara Fumi gazed at her from afar.
Due to the sealing spell, capturing and interrogating her was impossible. The only way to find where they hid Huang Songyu was to secretly track and investigate them. Although there hadn’t been any leads in the past month, Fumi steadfastly believed that visiting the scene a hundred times would definitely reveal new clues.
Fujiwara Reya yawned.
The policewoman beside him turned and said, "It’s late, if you’re tired, just head back."
"Fumie, don’t you think this is a waste of time?" Fujiwara Reya suddenly asked.
"There’s no such thing as a waste of time in this world." Kasahara Fumi replied curtly.
"Uh, what I mean is," Fujiwara Reya said with mischief, yet with a pure and bright smile looking at her: "Shouldn’t we try a different approach, directly infiltrate from the inside?"
"How do we infiltrate from the inside?"
"By disguising as customers looking for some fun and spending money inside, of course."
"But they surely know what we look like."
"Don’t worry, Gouzi taught me disguise techniques."
"Is that so..." Kasahara Fumi’s expression turned a bit intrigued.
Seizing the momentum, Fujiwara Reya said, "I’ll head in right now and personally experience Miss Shizuka’s services."
"Wait a minute!" Kasahara Fumi’s face turned cold, her tone frosty, "Are you saying you’re going to seek services from a prostitute?"
"Make sure to reimburse me, okay?" Fujiwara Reya smiled brightly.
In an instant.
Kasahara Fumi’s fists clenched.
Right in front of his wife, he dared mention using public funds for such a thing, is he tired of living!
The devious Fujiwara Reya had already pushed the van door open and glanced at her sideways: "What’s the matter? I’m sacrificing myself for the case, don’t overthink it. Rest assured, whatever happens tonight, I won’t remember or have feelings for any of those girls."
"Scram!"
Kasahara Fumi coldly spat out a word.
Her icy expression hinted at anger and hostility, as if Fujiwara was her sworn enemy, yet when her gaze fell upon the women’s clothing he had bought earlier, she quickly said, "Wait a second, I’ll change clothes and go with you."
"What?"
Fujiwara Reya felt a thrill inside but maintained a troubled expression.
"Wait for me," Kasahara Fumi said impatiently, snatching the clothes and ducking into the van. After a while, she emerged wearing a black pencil skirt, black stockings, and red high heels, stepping straight toward Fujiwara Reya.
Her somewhat bold and seductive attire transformed her into an imposing queen-like mature woman.
"Fumie, this won’t work." Fujiwara Reya grimaced, patiently explaining, "Taking your wife to such a place looks odd. What will others think? It will arouse suspicion in the suspects..."
Kasahara Fumi held an umbrella, gripped its handle: "You come up with some reason."
"What reason could I have?" Fujiwara Reya shrugged helplessly, "You’re the one being unreasonable, you come up with something."
"..." Kasahara Fumi’s face darkened.
"Forget it if you can’t think of anything, wait here for me, I’ll go probe and be back in two hours." Without giving her a chance to argue, Fujiwara Reya dashed into the rain.
One second...
Two seconds...
On the third second, Fujiwara Reya stopped and turned around.
Leaning against the van, Kasahara Fumi lowered her gaze to her high heels. One hand held the umbrella, the other gripped the hem of her pencil skirt with a slight loneliness, her slender fingers uncharacteristically fragile.
Adorably clueless...
Fujiwara Reya thought, if you put on the guise of being my wife to scold me, surely I wouldn’t go through with it.
But precisely because she’s Kasahara Fumi, she wouldn’t utter such words... Even if she truly considered herself his wife, she wouldn’t easily admit it verbally.
The dim rain curtain, pale streetlights, the ground reflecting countless neon lights’ wet glow.
Fujiwara Reya walked back.
Hearing footsteps, Kasahara Fumi slowly raised her head to glance at him, then slowly diverted her gaze back away. During this process, her lips moved slightly, as if wanting to speak, but ultimately remained silent.
"I suddenly thought of a reason." Fujiwara Reya stood in front of her.
Kasahara Fumi’s head moved slightly back toward him.
"Since we’re a couple and you’re so naive about these things..." Fujiwara Reya cautiously observed her expression, "I’ll tell them that I brought you here to learn some techniques from the girls, how about that?"