Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 149 Inspection

Shiraishi Yu remained calm, placing his hand on Momochi Momochi's skin, examining her inch by inch.

"Almost, that's about right."

Momochi Momo was somewhat flustered. She had undergone numerous examinations, but given the current less-than-friendly relationship between the two sides, it was inevitable—

"Move your hand away."

Seeing Momoko locked in the corner, looking resistant, Shiraishi Yu remained calm and unhurried.

"I must complete my work diligently; it is my duty."

"If you don't cooperate, the process will only take longer, Ms. Momochi, please understand."

"Get this straight!"

Momochi struggled, saying, "I... I'm not here to beg you. I can leave anytime!"

"Yes, I fully understand."

Yu Shiraishi did not argue, but simply put on milky white medical gloves.

"However, most of the locations have been checked; is this the only one left to check? Should we give up?"

"I can help you get dressed."

Silence spread between the two, magnifying Momochi Momochi's predicament with every second.

After a long while, she finally released her grip as if in resignation, and turned her head slightly away.

"Hurry up—"

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

A gentle flick of the rubber glove produced a soft, bubbly sound.

Momochi trembled slightly.

With as much politeness as possible, Shiraishi Yu carefully examined her lower abdomen, inch by inch, along her waistline.

"I... I can't possibly hide in that place—"

It still feels a bit awkward.

"There are several types of small eavesdropping devices on the market. If you're interested, Ms. Momochi, I can send you the information another day."

"Now, please cooperate."

Momochi Momo's waistline tightened slightly, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.

"No, no need—"

Examine it carefully.

"Turn around."

Momochi swallowed hard and forced herself to turn to the mirror.

She saw herself standing quite honestly under the incandescent light, like a porcelain doll being manipulated at will.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Shiraishi Yu's hair fell smoothly, covering half of her face.

My fingers ran through the strands of hair carefully, leaving no blind spots.

"Lift your foot."

Momochi closed her eyes.

Anyway, it's already like this, anyway—

But that wretched Nakajima Hiroshi, I'll make you pay one day!

But this humiliation seemed to have come to me, or even been brought upon myself.

The arch of the foot is taut.

Bai Di Tao's breathing became rapid.

Shiraishi Yu squatted at her feet, his expression focused, as if he were doing something very ordinary.

She took out a new pair of gloves, unwrapped them in front of her, and carefully put them on.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow.

That cold professionalism was more humiliating to her than any deliberate insult.

"The last item."

The other party showed no intention of backing down.

Momochi Momo's pupils contracted slightly.

She instinctively took half a step back, her back pressed against the cold mirror surface.

"Is it necessary?"

Yu Shiraishi did not answer.

She simply stepped forward and calmly looked into Momochi's eyes.

Momochi Momo turned her face away to avoid the inspection, but eventually lowered her guard and allowed it to proceed.

Sigh, it's all my fault for being so fickle.

Her body trembled slightly, and she unconsciously curled up, trying to protect her fragile softness.

But you know it won't work.

Yu Shiraishi's attitude is just too meticulous.

Momochi bit her lower lip tightly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

Her eyes were slightly red.

After checking around, it was confirmed that there were no foreign objects.

Momochi Momochi's bowstring was like a fully drawn bow, which suddenly relaxed in that instant.

He leaned against the mirror, panting heavily.

His bangs were stuck to his cheeks with sweat, and his eyes blazed with fury as he glared at the terrifyingly serious woman.

Yu Shiraishi took off her slightly shiny gloves, rolled them up to cover all the surfaces that had been touched, and threw them into the trash can.

Then he picked up the new clothes and handed them to Momochi.

"Clean".

"Put it on and go inside."

Momochi took the clothes.

She felt she had lost the momentum to question him.

"So, Ms. Momochi, what is the reason for your anger?"

Inside the office, Nakajima Hiroshi prepared tea for the three of them.

This habit may have been learned from Misaki Tachibana. Without realizing it, my behavior has already begun to show many traces of those around me.

However, the tea in the cup is not mandarin orange tea, but a relatively bitter, niche tea called "Tang Shao Hou".

The characteristic of this tea is that it is brewed extremely quickly, making it less of a leisurely choice for tasting and more like an instant beverage.

If you drink it all the time, even regular water-boiling equipment can't keep up with the water supply, hence the name.

In addition, this product is very diuretic and can effectively prevent lengthy formalities and conversations.

Of course, Bai Di Tao no longer had the mind to appreciate whether it was delicious or not.

She kept clutching the cup, like a little girl who had just been bullied.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"The company has launched an internal investigation, and the artists I temporarily assigned are being treated as key targets. They've been talking to them one by one recently, and I'm afraid—"

Momochi Momo originally planned to confront them aggressively.

But now, all pretense has been stripped away, like old clothes, and we can only deal with the matter at hand.

"oh----"

"Weren't these entertainers absent from Kuroda Karito's performance?"

Nakajima Hiroshi paused, staring into Momochi Momochi's eyes.

"Or are you saying you'll agree to my request on the surface, but actually you'll still help him by providing manpower?"

"Of course not!"

Momochi Momo retorted, "I transferred everyone away at the time!"

It's as if this would mean there was no betrayal.

Ok?

He came here to question someone, so why is he explaining the problem?

"Then what are you worried about? I don't really understand."

Nakajima Hiroshi leaned back on the sofa, his tone indeed showing some doubt.

In fact, he could probably guess that Momochi Momo wouldn't stand up to scrutiny. When he was taking action, she tried to transfer her artists to avoid prosecution, which made her a prime target for investigation.

It seems that the lower-level employees in this industry don't have very high IQs.

Kuroda is a prime example; he's just a cash transport vehicle in human form. Even someone like Momochi Momochi can thrive in this world.

"I----"

"Which freelance broker can withstand a risk control investigation? I have a ton of things to sort out, and you—"

"Were these problems, which cannot withstand scrutiny, caused by me?"

Hiroshi Nakajima pointed to himself, his face full of surprise.

Momo was speechless for a moment.

It wasn't Nakajima Hiroshi who caused it, but the investigation is ultimately related to him. If things escalate, he'll be in for a lot of trouble.

"My censorship is ultimately your fault."

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She spoke without any force.

She was even a little timid.

(idiot.)

(What good is this accusatory tone when the better thing to do is to deal with the problem or ask Nakajima Hiroshi for help?)

Hiroshi Nakajima felt the same way as Momochi Momo's pheromones.

He even felt that the woman's betrayal wasn't such a bad thing after all; at least it made him realize early on that this person was not someone he could work with.

In a sense, Kuroda Karito is a good person!

"So, what is Ms. Momochi's purpose in contacting me?"

Hiroshi Nakajima spread his hands.

"Do you need me to give you a gesture, a symbolic apology or some comfort, or do you want to ask for our advice, or purchase some assistance?"