The morning breeze blows, and the gauze curtains by the window sway.

The street downstairs is busy with traffic, and it is a scene of vitality and everything.

On the balcony of the fourth floor, Fujino held a cigarette in his mouth, overlooking the scenery below.

After a while, he threw the cigarette butt downstairs and stared at the 22nd Sunday on the screen of his mobile phone, feeling a little dazed.

Although I have long known how strange the timeline of this world is.

But after seeing it, Fujino couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of you, Ke Xue Shijie!"

After sighing with emotion, Fujino shook his dizzy head, stretched out a lot, and then walked slowly to the bathroom until he heard a crunching sound.

After the sound of rushing water.

Fujino walked out of the bathroom and immediately felt refreshed.

But when he glanced at the dirty room, his brows furrowed again.

The dirty room was littered with empty wine bottles, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, scattered ash overflowed, and there was a strong smell of cigarette smoke all around.

A very typical single men’s room.

But for Fujino, who was in the advanced stage of mysophobia, his good mood in the morning was instantly wiped out.

"Clean up the room."

Fujino sighed.

Today, he has enough time to tidy up his 100-square-meter bedroom. On Tuesday, which is Saturday, he does not need to go to school, and there is no time off.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

As the sun set, Fujino sat lazily on the sofa, holding a cigarette and wiping the sweat from his temples.

“It’s so tiring to clean the room.”

Fujino glanced at the bedroom, which was comparable to other people's homes with three bedrooms and one living room, and couldn't help but sigh.

Just cleaning this bedroom has already taken a whole day.

As for the other rooms...forget it, leave them alone, they are in ruins.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly came.

"Who would come to see me so late?"

Fujino was a little confused when he heard the sound.

It's getting dark now, and apart from acquaintances, I'm afraid no one will come over. After all, clients usually come during the day.

With doubts in his heart, Fujino opened the door and saw a woman who kept herself secret standing in front of the door.

The woman is wearing a red hip-hugging dress and a black jacket. Her face is covered by a black mask, looking sneaky.

"Are you Detective Fujino?"

The woman was not polite, and as soon as she finished speaking, she walked into the room that Fujino had just tidied up, looked around, sat on the sofa, and said to Fujino: "I have something to trouble you with."<

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Is there such a troublesome person?

Fujino’s mouth twitched.

After confirming that this was not some new type of fairy jumping looking for trouble, but a client, Fujino breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa opposite her.

"I was introduced here by a friend."

The woman said softly, "It is said that your ability to keep secrets is very good."

"Of course."

In response to the woman's doubts, Fujino nodded slightly, "As a detective, I have professional ethics to keep the client's identity and the content of the commission confidential."

In the detective world, Fujino is nicknamed "Desperate Saburo". He does what others do at a low price, and what others don't do, he does with all his strength.

Therefore, in just one year, Fujino has left a good reputation among the detective user group.

Normal commissions are basically based on word of mouth, and there is no need to deliberately put up any signboards or post any small advertisements.

"That's good."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, out of trust, she took off her mask and revealed her face.

"Are you... Ikezawa Yuko?"

Fujino looked at the girl in front of him and was surprised.

That's right, not a woman, but a girl.

Although Ikezawa Yuko looks very mature, she is actually only twenty-two years old. She just dresses to look mature.

"What, are you my fan?"

When Ikezawa Yuko saw that Fujino knew her, she immediately became interested and asked, "Would you like me to give you a poster signed by me, little brother?"

"No."

Fujino shook his head and refused simply.

"Tsk."

Ikezawa Yuko clicked her tongue when she heard this.

Are you not a fan of hers?

Damn it, she obviously thinks the other person is a bit handsome.

Putting away her thoughts, she felt a little regretful, and then took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to Fujino: "I want you to investigate the person in the photo."

Fujino took the photo.

The girl in the photo is about twenty years old. She is wearing a pink trench coat and has long brown hair. She is very beautiful and exudes a pure temperament. She is a pure and beautiful girl!

"This is..."

Fujino looked at the girl in the photo and felt that she looked familiar. After a moment, he recalled: "Is this Okino Yoko?"

After confirming the investigation target, Fujino frowned, "So, does Ms. Ikezawa want me to investigate Okino Yoko?"

"That's right."

Chizawa Yuko nodded: "It would be best to investigate some scandals about her or something. That would be the best."

"I understand."

Hearing this, Fujino also showed a playful smile, and then reasoned: "If I guessed correctly, the reason why Miss Ikezawa entrusted me is because she has a grudge against Yoko Okino for stealing your TV series, right?"
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"Why ask so many questions?"

Ikezawa Yuko rolled her eyes at Fujino and said bluntly: "Five hundred thousand, can you do this commission?"

"It's a bit difficult."

Fujino scratched the back of his head, "After all, Okino Yoko is a popular idol no matter what, so the investigation is really... What's more, if this is exposed, Miss Ikezawa, you will be fine, but I won't be able to get off the stage."

"What on earth do you mean?"

Ikezawa Yuko narrowed her eyes slightly.

Is this guy threatening himself?

After a moment of silence, Fujino said: "I need more money."

"Huh?"

Ikezawa Yuko was surprised, with a slight complaint in his eyes.

If you think you don't have enough money, just say so. It's so mysterious.

She thought this guy was going to threaten her.

I didn’t expect it was just a lack of money.

After a moment of silence, she said directly: "How about a fixed price of 600,000 yen?"

She also understands that ordinary detectives will not accept this kind of commission. Six hundred thousand is already the limit of what she can handle. If this doesn't work, then she has no choice but to give up.

"The boss is awesome!"

Fujino put away the photo and quickly poured a cup of black tea for Ikezawa Yuko: "Boss, please use it slowly."

"..."

Ikezawa Yuko couldn't help but feel speechless.

Good guy, this guy can turn his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Is it really reliable to entrust this kind of guy to investigate Okino Yoko?
To be continued...