Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

Miwako Sato didn't believe it at all.

She believed she understood Shiraishi Osamu very well.

He has no job, no savings, and just wanders around aimlessly all day. He's not a bad person, but he hasn't done anything good either.

I used to owe money on rent, otherwise I wouldn't be living in a comic book cafe now.

"Oh, right."

Sato Miwako realized what was happening: "We only left today and met again a few hours ago, and you bought a house in that time? I don't believe it. Where's your property certificate?"

"It's in the room I bought. If you don't believe me, just come with me."

"I really don't believe it. I want to see what tricks you're up to."

"Okay, I'll drive."

"No, you're too slow. I know where to get a table at the comic book cafe. I can do it myself."

<<-T-day"

Little XE…looking for..

Before Shiraishi Xiu could finish speaking, the electric scooter shot off like lightning. Startled, he quickly grabbed her waist, not daring to make any further movements.

Chapter 0026: I'll leave tonight

Back to the comic book cafe.

Shiraishi Xiu didn't have much to take, except for a set of clothes he wore when he transmigrated.

"Where to?" Sato Miwako asked.

Shiraishi Osamu thought for a moment about the memories the system had given him: "No. 39, 5th Street, Beika Town, the third floor is the one I bought."

"Row."

Sato Miwako didn't argue, started the electric car, and headed straight for 5-chome.

About 20 minutes later.

Osamu Shiraishi and Miwako Sato arrived at their destination, but what surprised them was a place called the Mouri Detective Agency.

Shiraishi Osamu's house is the one opposite Kogoro Mouri's house, on the third floor of that building.

This really is fate...

I silently muttered a sentence to myself.

Shiraishi Xiu had no intention of disturbing them and went straight to the third floor.

When I arrived on the third floor and took out my key to open the door, I was greeted by a fully renovated house. Although it wasn't particularly exquisite, it was certainly a comfortable home.

"Did you really buy this?"

Sato Miwako asked suspiciously, then changed into slippers at the door and went inside.

Upon entering the living room, I saw the documents on the table. I picked them up and flipped through them, and sure enough, they belonged to Shiraishi Osamu.

Sato Miwako looked up at Shiraishi Osamu, who was already sitting on the sofa, and asked in confusion, "Where did you get the money to buy this entire floor?"

"Seriously, Officer Sato? You're going to get involved in something like this?" Shiraishi Osamu said smugly.

"Humph……"

Sato Miwako snorted coldly and ignored him, starting to wander around the room.

Osamu Shiraishi stood up and went to the window in the lobby. He could see the second floor of the Mouri Detective Agency across the street, and he could also see a hardworking figure cleaning.

Wearing an apron and fluffy slippers, she was mopping the floor with a faint smile.

Seemingly sensing the gaze from afar, Xiaolan looked up at the window and saw a man standing at the third-floor window. She smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

Shiraishi Osamu smiled and nodded.

"She's really virtuous..."

He recognized Xiaolan at a glance.

I felt sorry for this girl when I watched anime about her, but when I actually met her, I could feel her gentleness from a distance.

Of course, the first episode left a particularly deep impression, with the scene of smashing a telephone pole with a single punch.

All I can say is, we can't afford to mess with them, we really can't afford to mess with them...

"It's pretty nice. How much did this house cost?"

Sato Miwako's voice came from behind, and she walked to the window.

Although she didn't know where Shiraishi Osamu got the money, since his name was on the documents, she wouldn't ask too many questions, as long as it was legal.

Bai Shixiu smiled and said, "I don't know either. It was a prize I won in a lottery. I can only blame my good luck. God has given me a house."

Miwako Sato pouted and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, fine. Why make up such an excuse to lie to people? What kind of lottery event is so generous? Giving away a house..."

"See? Nobody believes the truth."

Shiraishi Osamu smiled and shook his head. He was telling the truth; he wasn't lying at all.

"I'd be a fool to believe that." Sato Miwako rolled her eyes in annoyance. How could anyone believe such a thing? She'd never even heard of it.

Shiraishi Xiu laughed and said, "Would you like to come and be the hostess here?"

Sato Miwako frowned and said, "What, you want to pursue me? But I feel your chances are slim."

Osamu Shiraishi was speechless.

It was clearly a joke, but you took it way too seriously!

To be honest, I was still a little disappointed; I didn't expect to be rejected so decisively.

Unbeknownst to Shiraishi Osamu, while he was pondering, Sato Miwako's eyes showed a bewildered panic, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Seeing Shiraishi Osamu deep in thought, Sato Miwako deliberately started a conversation, saying, "What's with that expression? Did you give up so easily?"

Shiraishi Xiu tilted his head and said, "No, I was just thinking, I was just joking, why did you answer so seriously?"

"Well, thank you for your joke..."

Sato Miwako was also inwardly cursing, muttering that Shiraishi Osamu was a big idiot.

Actually, she was quite dazed.

If we're talking about the relationship between the two of them, it's at most a normal friendship.

Moreover, this breakthrough only happened in the last two days; they wouldn't have been this intimate before.

But the situation has changed in the last two days.

When she heard Shiraishi Osamu's tone, which sounded like a confession, Sato Miwako was startled and at a loss for what to do.

If it weren't for my strong mental fortitude and good facial expression management over the years, I might have already given myself away.

For some reason, when Shiraishi Xiu said those words, she didn't feel any disgust; instead, she had a strange feeling.

If I had to say, it would be that I loved the surprises and shocks that Osamu Shiraishi brought.

Just like his reasoning today, as well as his witty conversation and humorous style.

"By the way, I'd like to stay here until tonight, is that alright?"

What Miwako Sato said was shocking.

Shiraishi Osamu was taken aback and said uncertainly, "You don't really want to be the mistress of my place, do you?"

Sato Miwako said quietly, "Shiraishi Shu, I advise you not to be so cheeky, or I'll teach you a lesson, and you'll regret it later."

"Cough cough..."

Shiraishi Xiu's expression immediately turned serious, and he said earnestly, "It's okay, stay as long as you want, it's just that you'll leave at night, no big deal. It's just that it seems there's no food in my new place, what should I do?"

"Then you wait here, I'll go buy groceries, but dinner is up to you."

"I'm not a good cook."

"It's okay, I'm not picky."

After finishing her sentence, Sato Miwako picked up the electric scooter keys from the table and left.

Shiraishi Osamu turned his head to look downstairs, and after a while he saw Sato Miwako come out, get on her electric scooter and leave.

She waved happily to him as she left.

"This is difficult..."

Shiraishi Xiu hadn't expected this woman to be serious; she seemed genuinely interested in staying until evening. Could it be that there was something at home she was afraid to face?

Chapter 0027: Sonoko's Grievance

Time flies.

Night fell.

With the ingredients already bought by Miwako Sato, Osamu Shiraishi had no choice but to take the initiative to cook, of course, he was cooking cuisine from another country.

Sato Miwako originally wanted to help, but Shiraishi Osamu had no choice but to give up when he saw how clumsy she was.

Sato Miwako sat bored on a chair at the dining table in the living room, watching the TV for a while, then glancing at the busy figure in the kitchen.

Her face flushed slightly because this way of interacting was exactly the same as how couples interact.

Although she didn't know why she thought that way, she came to a conclusion: she had been single for too long and it was time for someone to be with her.

About ten minutes later.

"They're here, they're here..."

First came Shiraishi Osamu's happy voice, and then he was seen carrying over the stir-fried dishes.

"What are these?" Sato Miwako looked at the dishes in front of her and realized that none of them were the dishes she usually ate; she didn't recognize any of them.

Shiraishi Osamu pulled out a chair and sat down, then began to introduce the dishes: "These are dishes from another country, but they are just some home-style dishes. I hope they will satisfy your appetite."

"I see..."

Sato Miwako picked up her chopsticks, hesitant to start eating.

Shiraishi Osamu chuckled at her expression: "Miwako, what are you afraid of? Do you think I put some kind of drug in it?"