Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Masahiro Hanyu put on shoe covers and entered the room. "Okay, just check the pipes in the kitchen and bathroom. I'll do it as soon as possible."

The room wasn't one of those cramped 1k apartments; it should be at least 40 or 50 square meters.

The room was clean and tidy, with a faint, pleasant fragrance in the air. It was gentle and full-bodied, with a touch of warm spiciness, but not cloyingly sweet, just like the scent emanating from Eimi Kuroki.

This is the scent of Escape perfume, launched by Calvin Klein in 1991.

Masahiro Hanyu's original body possessed an extraordinary sense of smell, and he retained this ability after being reincarnated.

The third piece of information doesn't refer to this perfume, so what is it hinting at?

Upon entering the kitchen, Masahiro Hanyu bent down to inspect the water pipes under the sink, then took out a pressure gauge from his canvas bag to test the water pressure. His movements were skillful, efficient, serious, and professional.

Eimi Kuroki leaned against the doorframe, observing Masahiro Hanyu's movements. The man before her was indeed a professional plumbing worker.

Masahiro Hanyu is so professional because his predecessor learned various skills at a detective school, which were used to cover his identity.

After the inspection, Masahiro Hanyu said, "Everything is fine here, but we still need to check the bathroom."

Eimi Kuroki turned around and led Masahiro Hanyu out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

It was clear that someone had just showered here, as the air was still steamy. A few pieces of loungewear and underwear hung on a clothes rack in the corner.

Yuzuru Masahiro's gaze swept across the area without lingering, and then fell upon the faucet on the washbasin.

Even with just a fleeting glance, he could clearly see that it was lace lingerie, avant-garde and sexy.

Eimi Kuroki must be a woman who is quite charming and sophisticated in private.

Masahiro Hanyu glanced at the cosmetics on the washstand and turned on the tap.

While pretending to stare at the flowing water, quickly search among the cosmetics, aiming to find the Dior perfume, which might also yield new clues.

However, a careful inspection revealed nothing. Since Kuroki Eimi doesn't use this perfume, what exactly is the third piece of information hinting at?

He also noticed that there were two sets of toothbrushes on the washstand.

According to the information obtained from President Aoyama's request, the president has not yet been able to live with Secretary Kuroki, nor has he ever entered her studio apartment.

So, was the other set of dental supplies prepared by Kuroki for her lover?

He observed quickly, taking only a few seconds, then took out the pressure gauge, stared at the pointer, and said, "This value...is a bit unstable!"

Kuroki Eimi asked, "Is it serious?"

Masahiro Hanyu frowned and turned to Kuroki, saying, "The plumbing in this apartment building is vertically connected. I need to test it with all the faucets in the bathroom turned on."

"Excuse me, could you please turn on the faucet in the bathtub while I'm measuring the water pressure?"

Without waiting for Kuroki's response, he bent down to continue operating the instrument, muttering to himself, "Maybe this is the reason why 302 is leaking."

Kuroki Eimi walked into the bathroom, came to the bathtub, stretched her fair insteps, stepped on the non-slip mat, and tiptoed to reach for the faucet.

The water flowed into the bathtub, as fine as silk threads.

"Why is the water flow getting weaker?" Kuroki Eimi turned her head to the side.

Without making a sound, Masahiro Hanyu subtly turned up the hidden main valve with his fingertips. "Oh, I'm adjusting it here."

The thin stream of water suddenly turned into a torrent of water, spraying out of the tap with a "whoosh"!

Kuroki Eimi was still turning her head as the icy water poured down on her. From her shoulders to her waist, her thin silk loungewear was instantly soaked.

It clings to the body, almost transparent! Everything is visible!

Startled, Kuroki Eimi cried out and hastily retreated, but her foot slipped, and she lost her balance and fell backward.

Masahiro Hanyu reached out and firmly put his arm around her waist.

Eimi Kuroki bumped into Masahiro Hanyu's arms, her nose brushing against his shirt collar, catching a whiff of a masculine scent mixed with engine oil and soap.

"Be careful." Masahiro Hanyu tightened his grip on her waist; her waist was soft and supple!

Kuroki Eimi struggled to stand firm, but her feet were slippery, so she leaned closer to him instead.

Water droplets dripped into Masahiro Hanyu's collar, bringing a slightly cool and itchy sensation.

He could see clearly that she was still not wearing a bra.

Kuroki Eimi's heart was pounding and her body was trembling slightly. How could she have a physical reaction to a man?

"The water, the water should be turned off soon..." she said in a flustered and incoherent manner.

Yuzuru Masahiro reached out and turned off the valve, then used his other hand to help her stand steady. "I'm sorry, I didn't control it well..." he said, expressing his apology at just the right moment.

Kuroki Eimi was so embarrassed that her toes curled up, and her face was flushed alluringly. "Please, please go out first, I need to change my clothes."

She glanced at him again. "Your shirt's wet too."

Masahiro Hanyu smiled and gestured, "It's alright, it's so hot, it'll dry quickly."

He did this simply to deliberately delay the process.

Kuroki Eimi took a shower and put on makeup. When she heard the doorbell ring, she couldn't wait to open the door. She had just said that a guest was coming and urged him to hurry up.

Based on this information, Masahiro Hanyu analyzed that Eimi Kuroki was very likely waiting for her lover to arrive.

He could wait outside, but that wouldn't be enough to confirm whether the person entering was Kuroki's lover, and he also wouldn't be able to take close-up photos as evidence.

In his canvas tool bag, besides the essential tools, there was also a Canon UC-L1Hi 8mm camcorder.

After leaving the bathroom, Yuzuru Masahiro quickly entered the bedroom while Kuroki Eimi was changing clothes, searching for anything that might provide clues.

He opened the drawer and saw some...embarrassing little toys.

Just as I was surprised, the doorbell suddenly rang, three short and two long rings.

Was it her lover? Before Kuroki Eimi could come out, Yuzuru Masahiro had already quickly arrived at the door.

He unbuttoned his damp shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest.

If the visitor were Eimi Kuroki's lover, seeing a man in this state open the door would surely make him jealous, thus making it easier for him to confirm the man's identity.

When Masahiro Hanyu opened the door, he was greeted by a woman wearing a linen fisherman's hat.

He was very disappointed to find out it was a woman.

At that moment, Masahiro Hanyu smelled a warm, mellow perfume scent, rich and complex, with a unique sweetness and powdery floral fragrance.

This gave him a sudden shock: Dior Poison perfume.

Because of the third piece of information, he had specifically consulted a beauty store about this perfume before coming here, and he was absolutely certain that he wouldn't mistake the scent.

The third piece of information revealed details about the female customer.

Upon seeing the robust man with his shirt open, the woman pushed up the brim of her hat, which was covering her face, revealing her carefully made-up eyes with some surprise.

This is a woman around forty years old, tall and with firm, delicate skin. She is not particularly outstanding, but she has a mature charm and a noblewoman's air about her.

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?" Although surprised, the woman remained polite.

"Hello, I am Masahiro Hanyu, the designated contractor for the Waterworks Bureau." He answered with a bow, buttoning up his shirt.

At this moment, Kuroki Eimi had changed into a plain white home dress and ran out of the bathroom.

"Kana-nee, I've been waiting for you." Her tone was a little coquettish.

The female customer, referred to as Kana, said in a gentle voice, "Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Judging from their tone of voice, they have a close relationship and seem to be restraining some kind of emotion.

Perfume! No bra! And what I just saw in the drawer...

Masahiro Yuzuru's heart skipped a beat; he thought of a special situation!