Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

Rumble?!

Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside, followed by a bolt of lightning that streaked across the city, instantly illuminating the outside world as if it were daytime.

Before long, large raindrops began to fall, drowning out all other sounds except for the "splashing" of the rain.

Kimie Shimabukuro looked out the window: "It's raining so hard."

Sato Miwako said, "Yes, it hasn't rained lately, so it would be nice if it rained."

Osamu Shiraishi looked at Kimie Shimabukuro and asked, "Kimi, did you wash my sweater?"

"what?"

"Knitwear".

"Oh, it seems it's already been washed."

"I see..." Shiraishi Osamu wanted to say something more, but in the end he remained silent.

Shimabukuro Kimie asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

"No no."

"Really?"

"real."

"Xiu, you can tell me what I did wrong. I don't know anything if you don't tell me!"

That's all?

Shiraishi Xiu tried his best to keep his voice gentle; he didn't want to frighten the woman in front of him.

"Okay." Shimabukuro Kimie nodded, and not getting an answer, she didn't dwell on it any longer.

Dinner is over.

The lights were off in Shiraishi Osamu's bedroom, and he was lying down asleep.

But he didn't fall asleep; he was determined to see what kind of identity the system had rewarded him with today.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on completing the mission."

"Reward: Peripheral member status of the winery organization."

At the same time, a memory surfaced in his mind.

When Shiraishi Osamu finished receiving these 343 memories, his face turned dark.

The content to be memorized is very simple—

He was in charge of investigating a gang that possessed firearms, and then he handed the investigation report over to Vodka and Gin.

As for why they did this, it's because their organization wanted to extort money. They originally had a website selling medicine to slowly raise funds, but it was shut down by the Metropolitan Police Department, which led to the mission they were assigned to.

Shiraishi Osamu felt like he had screwed himself over, and in his memory, he was supposed to take the investigation report to a bar in an alley near the Beika Aquarium that night.

The only saving grace is that Gin and the others have never seen him, so he can still hide his appearance.

"Ugh……"

Shiraishi Osamu couldn't help but sigh, and gently said to Sato Miwako, who was in his arms, whether she was asleep or not, "I have to go out for a while."

Sato Miwako didn't open her eyes or say anything; she simply turned over and stopped pressing down on his arm.

Shiraishi Osamu quietly got out of bed, glanced at the heavy rain outside, and without taking an umbrella, put on a raincoat and a hat before slowly leaving home.

He had quite a few gadgets and tools on him, so if it were just a matter of facing vodka, there wouldn't be any danger at all; it would be uncertain who would live and who would die in the end.

Chapter 0094: Meeting the Alluring Sister Bei

10 PM.

Normally, Beika Town would be bustling with activity at this time of year, but tonight the continuous heavy rain has quieted things down considerably, making the whole city look very peaceful.

Osamu Shiraishi walked in an alley not far from the Beika Aquarium, the rain pattering down on his raincoat with a "pitter-patter" sound.

He slowly passed a parking lot and finally arrived at the wooden door of an old five-story building.

A sign hung in front of the door, its eerie green light giving off an unsettling feeling.

Shiraishi Osamu adjusted his raincoat, then pulled the hood down further to cover half his face before pushing open the door and going inside.

With a creaking sound.

The wooden door was pushed open, revealing everything inside.

The light inside wasn't very bright, but it barely illuminated the tavern.

Next to the wooden door is a passageway leading upstairs, and a straight-line distance away is the bar, behind which are three tables.

At this moment, a burly man was sitting at the bar, behind which was the bartender, while at a table opposite the bar sat a woman with a captivating charm.

She was wearing bright red lipstick and was lightly applying purple nail polish to her nails. She didn't even glance at Shiraishi Xiu when he opened the door; she was just focused on painting her nails.

Shiraishi recognized two of the three people in the bar: Vodka and the witch Vermouth.

Oh no...

Shiraishi Osamu cursed inwardly. He really hadn't expected Vermouth to appear here. With this woman around, this meeting might not be so peaceful.

Without taking off his raincoat, he let the raindrops drip onto the floor and walked over to sit down next to vodka.

Vodka tapped lightly on the bar, making a "thump thump thump" sound, which, combined with the cold music in the bar, created an immense sense of pressure.

but……

After knocking for a long time and finding that Shiraishi Xiu didn't respond at all, Vodka couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He thought that Shiraishi Xiu didn't understand such a code and took the initiative to make a sound.

"Ahem...々II..."

He coughed first, and said in a somewhat cold voice:

Where is what I asked for?

"A whiskey soda, please."

Instead of answering, Shiraishi Osamu asked an unrelated question and pulled his hat brim down again, letting the rainwater run down his fingers onto the table.

The bartender's lips twitched slightly, and he said calmly, "I don't have drinks that cheap here."

Bai Shixiu said, "No, but it's possible. I believe you can do it."

The bartender stopped talking and turned around to start making these kinds of drinks that would lower one's social standing.

Shiraishi then patted his pocket, placed an envelope on the bar, and moved it in front of the vodka.

Vodka: ...

Vodka couldn't help but twitch his lips as he looked at Shiraishi Osamu's raincoat, which was soaked through.

He was even thinking that he couldn't recruit such low-class members as peripheral members in the future, as they were really dragging down the prestige of their organization.

"call……"

He took a deep breath, picked up the envelope, and handed over another envelope.

Shiraishi Xiu opened the envelope and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "I didn't expect them to give so much money."

Vodka scoffed, "Consider the extra amount a donation from me. Change your outfit. I don't want you to show up in a raincoat next time we meet; it's embarrassing for us."

"Hopefully there will be a next time!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out next to Shiraishi Xiu, making his heart clench and almost causing him to scream in fright.

Vermouth, who had been painting her nails, stopped what she was doing and looked at Shiraishi and the others.

At that moment, the system voice also rang in Bai Shixiu's mind—

"Ding!"

"System tasks have been refreshed."

"Please forgive Gin, host."

"Reward items: Unlimited high-explosive grenades, unlimited flashbangs, unlimited red smoke grenades."

Shiraishi Osamu always felt like he was courting death, and the system was also making him court death, but he suddenly felt that he could give it a try.

With his head slightly lowered, letting his hat cover half his face, he roared out in obvious annoyance:

"Are you fucking crazy?! Can't you see I'm sitting here?! You calling me 'Dad'?! You scared the hell out of me! You little punk!"

Silence fell instantly.

The air seemed to thicken, and a chill filled the entire room.

Vermouth couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile as she watched Shiraishi Osamu's retreating figure with great interest, suddenly becoming interested in this peripheral member.

"Ha ha……"

Gin let out a low laugh, a bloodthirsty smile playing on his lips, and said calmly and coldly:

"I've heard there's been a sneaky rat lurking around the organization lately. How about it, interested in taking on this mission to investigate?"

Shiraishi Xiu completely ignored it, focusing solely on listening to the system's voice in his mind—

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, on completing the mission."

"Reward items: Unlimited high-explosive grenades, unlimited flashbangs, unlimited red smoke grenades."

He felt like he had struck it rich.

I could become an arms dealer, specializing in selling my own products, and then become the world's richest person. It couldn't be easier.

Gin, seeing that Shiraishi Osamu didn't answer, didn't seem to care and calmly continued:

"It's okay if you don't take this task, because I already know who this rat is. It will only take a little time and effort."

"call?"

Shiraishi Xiu scoffed, stood up, and walked towards the door, stirring up more rainwater. He froze as soon as he opened the door.

A woman with unconventional attire was standing in front of me.