Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Ayari Ozawa turned around, opened the drawer, took out a photo, and handed it over.

"This is the old Ono. Photographer Tanaka suggested that I get another Shiba Inu so I wouldn't be so sad."

Masahiro Hanyu took the photo, and Ono's expression and appearance were very similar to the Shiba Inu in the photo.

Ayari Ozawa beckoned, and Ono, who was sitting next to the sofa, came to her side and lay down at her feet.

"One day, Tanaka, a photographer, told me that there was a Shiba Inu at an animal shelter not too far from the bar that looked a lot like Ono in the photo."

"So I went to the shelter, and the moment I saw it, I could hardly breathe. It was as if my little wild animal had come back to life."

When Yuzuru recalled the old woman's words at the shelter, he now had reason to believe that Ozawa's adoption of Ono was a premeditated act.

Ono yawned, leaning his head forward, the brass bell on his collar hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Masahiro Hanyu glanced down and suddenly noticed that the collar around Ono's neck looked a little different!

He crouched down, tilted his head, and stared intently at Ono's collar, examining it closely.

He examined the black leather collar carefully yesterday, and from his angle now, it seems a little thick.

The living room doors and windows were open, and a gust of wind blew in, causing Ayaka Ozawa's skirt to flutter. His gaze inadvertently drifted upwards...

I saw the black lace, the glimpses of spring light, and even smelled the fragrance of gardenias.

The wind is always just right!

Ozawa Ayari blushed and reached out to hold down her skirt. "Hanyu-kun, what are you doing? Are you going to look at my underwear too?!"

Masahiro Hanyu quickly looked away. "Ozawa-san, don't misunderstand."

He pointed to the collar around Ono's neck. "That's what I'm looking at."

Ozawa looked a little embarrassed. "Oh, didn't Yuzuru-kun look at the collar yesterday?"

Masahiro Hanyu's gaze fell on the brass bell. He noticed that the round hole, slightly larger than a needle tip, reflected light faintly.

He reached out to touch it, and Ono immediately shrank back and barked softly.

Ozawa Ayari gently scolded, "Ono, don't be rude to the guests!"

Masahiro Hanyu stared at the collar. "I want to check it again."

Ozawa reached out and grabbed Ono, took the collar off its neck, and handed it to it.

Yuzuru Masahiro took the collar, reached into the brass bell, and paused for a moment. It was indeed different.

He pulled a cylindrical camera, about the size of a pen nib, from the bell. It was connected to an extremely thin wire that extended into the black leather.

This is a miniature CCD camera that came out of the black market. It's very hard to get, and detective agencies also have this kind of equipment.

Following the wires, he disassembled the black leather collar's inner layer and took out a set of button batteries connected in series.

These are 3×LR44 button batteries in series, with a voltage of 6V, which can provide power for the camera.

Ayari Ozawa's eyes widened. "Oh my god! How could this be! There are security cameras? Yuzuru-kun checked them yesterday!"

Masahiro Hanyu fiddled with the camera, saying, "Although the collar looks the same, it has actually been switched. It's a specially made collar that can hide the camera."

Ozawa looked terrified. "Did someone break into my house while I was away and switch Ono's collar?"

Masahiro Hanyu nodded. "That's right! It must have happened after you left home yesterday."

Ozawa looked puzzled. "But I didn't see anything wrong with Ono!"

Masahiro Hanyu turned to look outside. The courtyard wall, built of natural rough stones, was about 1.8 meters high, and the view outside could not be seen from here.

"The thief who broke into Ozawa's house was familiar with Ono, even very close to him."

"So when he entered the courtyard, Ono not only didn't yell at him, but also greeted him and let him change his collar."

Ozawa's body trembled slightly. "This thief... Ono is close to him! Who could he be?"

Masahiro Yuzuru guessed who it was, but he didn't want to say until he had evidence.

"It's not certain yet, but we'll catch the thief soon."

He held up the camera in his hand, "This is a separate recording device. To avoid being discovered, it doesn't store tapes."

"It can be controlled by a remote control with the same frequency, which can remotely control the camera's switch on and off within 30 meters."

"However, the battery has a limited capacity, and can only record for a maximum of 30 minutes, so it needs to be replaced when the battery runs out."

Ozawa Ayari raised an eyebrow. "Does Yuzuru-kun mean the thief is just outside the courtyard wall?"

Masahiro Hanyu looked serious. "It's hard to say for sure, because the cameras are still off, and the thief hasn't started recording yet."

Ozawa clenched his fist. "Since he's planning to take photos secretly, he'll definitely come. If we wait outside, we can catch him."

Masahiro Hanyu shook his head. "It's not easy."

"There is a row of ginkgo trees outside the courtyard wall, and there are many pedestrians and vehicles passing by, so it would be difficult to detect this peeping tormentor in disguise."

"Even if he were discovered, the alleys here are messy and he could easily escape."

Ozawa Ayari looked anxious and unconsciously leaned closer. "Hanyu-san, what should we do?"

Masahiro Hanyu gently twitched his nose; there was not only the fragrance of gardenias, but also a hint of warm, subtle scent mixed together.

He put the camera and battery back into the collar. "Ozawa-san, you can proceed as usual, and then... wait for this thief to take the bait."

The two chatted for a while longer before Ozawa Ayari saw Yuzuru Masahiro to the door.

She returned to her room and, as usual, tidied up and cleaned before taking a shower.

Starting yesterday, she changed some of her habits. After taking a shower, she put on underwear and no longer walked around the room without any restrictions.

While taking a shower, Ono lay outside the bathroom, but today the steam in the bathroom was quite thick, making Ozawa's figure appear hazy.

The camera inside the brass bell on Ono's neck collar was already activated, spying on everything.

Before leaving home, Xiaoze changed out of the underwear she had just worn, washed it, and hung it out to dry on the balcony. Then she waved goodbye to Xiaoye and left home.

The button battery hidden in Ono's collar ran out of power, and the camera stopped working.

As night fell, the surrounding houses began to fill with the sounds of cooking fires.

As night deepened and everything fell silent, the lights in the houses were gradually extinguished, and Xiaoze's house blended into the quiet, appearing especially tranquil.

A dark figure arrived at the foot of Xiaoze's courtyard wall, and after making sure no one was watching, it climbed over the wall, erased its tracks, and then jumped into the yard.

On the side of the entrance hall on the first floor of the wooden building, there is a small wooden door about half a foot high. Ono crawls out from inside. This door was designed to make it easier for him to come and go.

The shadowy figure patted Ono's head, skillfully removed the collar from its neck, and replaced it with an identical one.

Then, pointing, Ono immediately crawled back into the building through the wooden door, stood up, and pressed the handle on the entrance with her paw, opening the door.

The shadowy figure calmly walked in and found that the door to the second floor was closed, so Ono couldn't go up.

The shadowy figure opened the door, went upstairs, and easily made his way to the terrace.

Then I picked up the drying underwear, gently stroked it with my hands, and greedily inhaled its fragrant scent.

Suddenly, Ono growled behind him. The shadowy figure turned around abruptly and saw in horror that someone had pushed open the wardrobe door and come out.

Masahiro Hanyu sized up the masked figure. "We meet again, photographer Tanaka!"