Both sides of the dimly lit alley are densely lined with taverns.
Under the signboard lights that emit light like fireflies, women holding coupons stand on the street, one more revealing than the other, as if competing to see who is the least afraid of the cold, soliciting customers.
Fujiwara Izaya bought two lunch boxes and hot coffee at the 7-ELEVEN convenience store, and walked through the path lined with custom shops, taverns and bicycles. There were people soliciting customers in front of each store, all wearing uniforms with the store's name on them.
Short coat for women.
On a rainy day, the temperature is 18℃.
"This handsome guy, our lady is very good at serving others!"
"Sorry, I've already made an appointment."
The woman soliciting customers was wearing stockings and a miniskirt, and grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's wrist. After he gently broke away, he walked straight along the alley to the end. A brand new six-story apartment could be seen in front of the intersection. The windows were all closed with pink curtains.
The red, blue and green neon lights are on all day long. Even in Shinjuku, where custom industries are flourishing, this building is very famous.
【Oasis Couple Teahouse】
[A resting place for body and soul—all girls in our store can AF]
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes circled around the signboard a few times, and then he quietly approached a Toyota box truck under the cover of pedestrians on the roadside.
In the passenger seat of the truck, a female police officer with bright orange hair was staring intently at the brightly lit world outside the car.
The winding alleys are dimly lit, and the rain is falling quietly.
Well-groomed women with heavy makeup swagger on the stone road to seduce male passers-by. Even through the thick glass windows of the trucks, you can tell what kind of business they do.
The female police officer frowned slightly.
At this time.
The back door of the truck suddenly opened.
A dark figure quickly slid in and approached, a gun-like object was pressed against the female police officer's neck, and a joking voice came from behind her ears.
"Miss Police Officer, I caught you!"
"Crack!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri slapped her hand back and accurately photographed the head of the suspect who dared to attack the police.
"Ah, it hurts -" Fujiwara Izaya pretended to howl. Seeing that she had no intention of looking back, he immediately handed over the bento and coffee he just bought with a bright smile, "Captain, this is a love bento for you."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took the bento and started to eat it.
When she came out of Asakusa Shrine, she had a kaiseki meal for two people. Now she can still eat the bento without any hindrance. Fujiwara Izaya has to admire her appetite.
Taking a small bite of the fried pork cutlet, Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly uttered the word "coffee" in a loud voice.
"Please drink." Fujiwara Izaya held the steaming paper cup of coffee in his hands and handed it to him.
Holding the lunch box in her hand, Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned around, biting the straw and sipping her coffee. After swallowing, she remembered that there was another person in the car, and her cheeks suddenly turned slightly red.
Looking sideways towards the cab, the Suzuki police officer had already given a thumbs up to Fujiwara Izaya with a look of admiration on his face.
"The little mage is so awesome!"
“Just so so.”
"Captain Kasahara is following you in front of you..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face turned cold: "Suzuki, it's time for you to get off work!"
"Let's go." Police Officer Suzuki had a strange smile on his face. He used his eyes to convey a signal to Fujiwara Izaya that only a few men could understand, and then opened the door and left. There was a lot of equipment in his place:
Three portable wireless walkie-talkies, three pinhole cameras, three bugs, several screens...
For the past month, people have been following, eavesdropping and secretly filming here every day.
The target was any person or monster related to "Jingxia", but within a month, they found nothing.
Fujiwara Izaya climbed from the back seat to the driver's seat and looked at the door of the Oasis Couple Cafe not far away.
There was a young man and woman there.
The girl has fair skin, curly hair and rosy cheeks, and is dressed fashionably, just like the little protagonist in a period drama. Not far away, there is a wandering singer singing behind a box with change, old-fashioned songs such as freedom, dreams, and lost love.
Novelty. But this is the way the world is. Everyone knows it is boring, but some people will still stop and watch.
A few minutes later, Kasahara Fuka-Eri finished eating her bento.
Looking sideways at the bored Fujiwara Izaya, she said, "Why don't you go back."
The sound is soft and crisp.
Fujiwara Izaya was the first to see Fuka-Eri, who was full of tenderness.
"It's so rare for us to have time together, why should I go back?" He stretched and asked.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't answer.
Her eyes circled around the car window, then she moved her buttocks and changed her position.
The rubber coat rubbed against the leather seat cushion, making a harsh sound. Fujiwara Izaya leaned over, looked at the shiny rubber coat on her body, and asked curiously: "Will it bulge?"
"What?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't hear clearly.
"Does your cyst bulge when you fart... Hey, don't hit it!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri retracted her fist, crossed her arms and glared at him fiercely.
Since getting married, this guy has become less and less cautious in his words. How could he ask his boss such a question?
Fujiwara Izaya touched his red forehead, smiled and stared at her sideways. She was gracefully holding a leg wearing high heels. Compared to the first time they met, her indifferent posture no longer impressed him so much.
I don't mind. I think as time goes by, many things will become normal. Including his flirtatious side, Fuka-Eri will also become accustomed to it.
The rain fell softly outside the window. The colorful neon lights looked increasingly misty.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Fujiwara Izaya stepped out of the truck and bought some food, soda and orange juice at a nearby supermarket. Then he bought a ballpoint pen at a stationery store and two magazines to pass the time at a bookstore.
I bought two sets of clothes by the way (one set each for men and women).
When he carried a lot of bits and pieces back to the car, he put the receipt directly into Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hand.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glanced at him and sighed helplessly.
All the above expenses must be reimbursed by her... It's not that she is unwilling to go to the finance department, it's just that the things this guy bought are too miscellaneous. How should she explain to the finance department why she bought expensive men's clothing and sexy women's clothing when doing business?
!
Just after eleven o'clock, Jingxia suddenly appeared.
Wearing a thin navy blue coat, a white woolen one-piece dress, and shiny black leather boots, at first glance she looked like a chic massage girl. She walked into the door of the oasis under the bright neon lights at night.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glanced at her from a distance.
Due to the existence of the sealing spell, it is impossible to catch her for interrogation. If you want to find out where they have hidden Huang Songyu, there is no other way except to follow and investigate secretly. Although there is no harvest this month, Fuka Eri
I always believe in one thing: if you survey the scene a hundred times, you will definitely find new clues.
Fujiwara Izaya yawned.
The female police officer on the side looked back at him: "It's late at night. If you feel sleepy, go back."
"Fuka-Eri, don't you think this is a useless effort?" Fujiwara Izaya suddenly asked.
"There is no wasted effort in the world." Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied briefly.
"Uh, I mean," Fujiwara Izaya had bad intentions, but looked at her with a pure and bright smile: How about we change the approach and cut directly into the interior?"
"How to get closer to the inside?"
"Of course it's customers dressed as flowers and flowers who come to the store to spend money."
"But they must know what we look like."
"An Xin, my dog taught me the art of disguise."
"That's it..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression was a little emotional.
Fujiwara Izaya struck while the iron was hot and said: "I will go in now to experience Miss Shizuka's service first-hand."
"Wait a minute!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face turned cold, and her tone also exuded a chill, "You said you want to find a custom waitress?"
"Remember to reimburse me." Fujiwara Izaya smiled brightly.
moment.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's fist became hard.
In front of your wife, you actually dare to pay for prostitution at public expense. You're tired of living, aren't you?
Fujiwara Izaya, who was full of bad feelings, had already pushed open the car door and looked at her sideways: "What's wrong? I'm sacrificing myself for something, don't think too much about it. Don't worry, it will happen tonight."
I will definitely not remember the incident, and I will definitely not have feelings for the customary woman."
"roll!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri uttered one word coldly.
The cold expression was a little angry and very unkind, as if Fujiwara Izaya was also her enemy. However, when she turned back and saw the women's clothes Fujiwara Izaya had just bought, she immediately said: "Wait a minute.
I'll change clothes and go with you."
"What?"
Fujiwara Izaya was secretly happy, but his expression was very difficult.
"Wait for me." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said impatiently, then picked up her clothes and got into the cargo compartment. After a while, she put on a black hip skirt and black stockings and red high heels, and bent
He got out of the car and stood straight in front of Fujiwara Izaya.
A slightly bold and sexy look turned her into a queen-like lady full of aura.
"Eri Fuka, this won't work anymore." Fujiwara Izaya said with a grimace and explained patiently, "What's going on with taking your wife to a couple's cafe? How should you answer when someone asks? This will make the suspect suspicious.
of……"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri held the umbrella and tightened the handle: "You want a reason."
"What reason can I have?" Fujiwara Izaya helplessly spread his hands, "You are the one who insists on messing around, and you have to think of a reason."
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face darkened.
"If you can't think of anything, forget it. Wait for me here. I'll go and test it out. I promise to be back within two hours." After saying this, Fujiwara Lin didn't give her time to refute, and rushed into the rain in an instant.
One second...
Two seconds...
At the third second, Fujiwara Izaya stopped and turned around.
Leaning against the minivan, Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her gaze and looked at the high-heeled shoes on her feet. One hand held an umbrella, and the other hand held the hem of the hip-covering skirt slightly lonely, with those slender fingers that she had never seen before.
of weakness.
Cutely silly...
Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, if you pretend to be your wife and scold me, I will definitely not go.
But it is precisely because she is Kasahara Fuka-Eri that she cannot say such words... Even if she really regarded herself as her wife, she would not admit it so easily.
The dark rain curtain, the whitened street lights, and the ground reflected the moist light from countless neon lights.
Fujiwara Izaya walked back.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Kasahara Fuka-Eri slowly raised her head to look at him, and then slowly looked away. In the process, her lips moved slightly, and it seemed that she wanted to speak, but in the end she couldn't.
"I suddenly thought of a reason." Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of her.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri moved her head back towards him again.
"Anyway, we are husband and wife, and you are so ignorant of taste..." Fujiwara Izaya observed the words and said cautiously, "I told them that I brought you here to let you learn skills from the custom girl. What do you think?"
"No!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately turned her head to the other side.
"It's decided, for this reason. Stop making trouble, or I'll really go in alone..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered as he changed the two people's eye-catching appearance to that of ordinary people. Of course.
However, in each other's eyes, the two of them still maintained their original appearance.
After doing all this, he directly reached out and hugged Kasahara Fuka-Eri's waist.
The soft and sexy waist, to be honest, doesn't feel like a cold style at all, but he likes it.
Caught off guard by being hugged by him, Kasahara Fuka-Eri held an umbrella with one hand and pushed him: "What are you doing!"
"Please, we are husband and wife, what's the problem with hugging?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her inexplicably, "Besides, there is a couple's cafe inside, and I won't let you hug me. Do you want to go in by yourself and ask a cowherd to accompany you?"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was choked.
Fujiwara Izaya held her waist and walked forward: "Let's go in, Mrs. Fuka-Eri."
When he said this, his cheerful expression without any gloom was like the transparent and sparse air on the plateau, thin and clear enough to see the bottom. Kasahara Fuka-Eri hesitated for a few seconds, but did not break free, just silently stepping on her high heels and being quilted.
He hugged.
The rain became torrential, and the rain kept splashing on her stockings, but she didn't notice it. She thought about the conversation just now in distress, and realized that she had been tricked by Fujiwara Izaya because of her temporary irritability.
Why are you upset?
Because he wants to find a customary girl...
But why should I care if he goes to find a woman of custom... Kasahara Fuka-Eri's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked at the entrance of the couple's cafe shining with neon colors. The evening breeze with moisture ruffled her cheeks.
Beautiful hair, in Fujiwara Izaya's opinion, she is simply a goddess: neatly trimmed half-moon eyebrows, clear eyes, noble face, heroic style, and bright red lips.
"Eri Fuka is so tall."
"...It's you who are short."
"She looks like a model. Her bare feet are about 1.7 meters tall, which is almost the same as mine. With high heels on, she's over 1.8 meters tall. I have to use my feet to kiss you."
"...Who would let you kiss me?"
"And these legs, the more you look at them, the more delicious they become. Do you know what my rating is for your legs?"
"have no idea!"
“Food grade legs.”
"……abnormal!"
The two of them were talking, and like ordinary young lovers, they were attracted by the couple's teahouse and walked into the elevator leading to the [Oasis].
In the elevator room, there is also a promotional poster "A resting place for the body and soul - Oasis."
oasis?
rest?
Damn it!
Kasahara Fuka-Eri is not in the mood to "rest" at all right now.
According to her understanding of Fujiwara Izaya, once inside, she would become involuntarily under his coercion.
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"Clang"
The elevator door opens.
A wide corridor.
Pink carpet, bright lights.
Pushing aside the slippery curtain in front of the elevator door, Fujiwara Izaya walked out with his arms around Kasahara Fuka-Eri's soft waist.
The corridor is as bright as a supermarket, and the walls on both sides are covered with posters of custom practitioners, with categories, consumption time and charging standards printed on them, as well as many photos of young girls.
Some wore various uniforms, some wore sexy underwear, and some simply used three small pieces of cloth to cover their important parts...
With Fujiwara Izaya holding his waist, Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked forward bravely.
At the end of the corridor is an iron door. Just like last time, there is a potted Brazilian iron tree at the door. There is a monitor diagonally above the door frame, and a dark gray camera stares at the bottom of the door.
"Welcome. Have you made an appointment?"
The soft and smooth girl came through the loudspeaker, giving people an erotic feeling.
"No." Fujiwara Izaya looked up at the monitor above, "But this is my second time here. I wanted to make an appointment with Miss Shizuka last time, but I couldn't."
"Oh, that's right..."
The voice paused.
Fujiwara Izaya looked away from the monitor.
"Please come in."
There was a click, and the metal door bounced open heavily.
Instantly, a thick tropical scent hit my face, and the smell was very complex.
Compared with the bright fluorescent lights in the corridor, the inside looks a bit dim. The light is the same as most couples' teahouses, with a pink and blue tone. A waitress wearing a white shirt, exposing her chest, and her hair dyed brown walks by from time to time carrying a tray, and the wall
It says a free drink.
“Welcome.”
A mamasang walked up quickly, holding a thick roster.
"We have many lovely girls here, please take a look." Mamasang quickly flipped through the roster.
On the fifth page, Fujiwara Izaya saw a photo of Shizuka. In this photo, she was wearing a black thong with a belt on the side, with her hands on her chest and smiling at the camera. Her name was still Jingxia.
Seeing that Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were attracted, Mama-san took the opportunity to introduce: "This guest, in addition to the superficial service, some girls are also willing to do a full set of services. Of course, these things need to be done by you in person after entering the box.
They discussed. How about, if you have a girl you like now, I can make an appointment for you first."
"Is this here tonight?" Fujiwara Izaya pointed at Shizuka's photo.
"Of course, Miss Jingxia goes to work every night. She plays the piano very well, so her finger movements are very delicate, which is our signature." Speaking of this, Mama-san showed a gentle smile, "That's right.
Therefore, just meeting Miss Jingxia once will cost 10,000 yen, and other services will be charged additionally."
"It's her." Fujiwara Izaya said directly.
Mama-san glanced at Kasahara Fuka-Eri and said in a slightly embarrassed voice: "Jingxia is currently waiting for guests in the salon area, and it will take half an hour before someone is available. Are you willing to wait?"
"It's okay."
"This lady needs to hire a cowherd..."
"She doesn't need it!" Fujiwara Izaya helped Kasahara Fuka-Eri to sit down. At the same time, he reached into her bag and took out her wallet. He took out a ten thousand yen bill and handed it to Mama-san, "Take us to find a seat to sit.
Okay, I don’t want a box, I want a salon seat.”
Mamasang couldn't understand the relationship between the two for a while.
But that doesn't matter. People in this business have never seen any strange customers.
As long as there is money to be made, anything is easy to say.
"Please go this way." Mamasang twisted her waist very gently and led the way.
When the pink curtains were opened, rows of high-end red velvet high-back sofas came into view. The sofas and sofas made all kinds of strange noises.
This was the first time for Kasahara Fuka-Eri to enter such a place at night.
In the dim light, only the outlines of the characters and their movements could be roughly seen, and female voices could be heard from time to time.
After sitting down on the sofa, Mama-san used a pen flashlight to shine on the menu and asked them to order drinks.
Fujiwara Izaya asked for a bottle of wine and some snacks.
"Just a moment, it will be delivered right away." Mamasang bent down and left.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her eyes, and the sofa on the side happened to be the sofa where Shizuka received guests. The fox girl dressed like a high school student actually knelt on the guest's lap, and her buttocks were raised up on purpose.
Give others a look.
As she watched, Fujiwara Izaya held her hand and suddenly picked her up with force.
"ah……"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri fell into his arms.
Vaguely, you can hear the sound of high heels hitting the floor, but there is only one.
The other high-heeled shoe was hanging on her toes, making it look like she couldn't take it off, which was particularly attractive.
"Fuka-Eri, in order to prevent others from suspecting," Fujiwara Izaya pressed his hands on Kasahara Fuka-Eri's back and murmured against her ear with his lips, "please start cooperating with me now... don't be timid, this is
You took the initiative to follow me."
The itching in her ears gave Kasahara Fuka-Eri goosebumps all over her body.
She put one hand on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, the other hand gently pushed his leaning face, and shouted: "You, ah... you are too strong, you bastard, don't touch-"