Chapter 346: Chapter 344 Chitose’s Slacking Off Daily Life_1
Tokyo, Nakameguro.
A private high-class club outside the station.
A light blue Lamborghini drove into the underground garage and stopped in the parking space. The attendant, dressed in a tailcoat, bent over to help open the car door, bowing as he said, "Good evening, Miss Morimoto."
"Mhm."
A charming voice emanated from inside the vehicle as Morimoto Chiyoda stepped out of the car, her tantalizing perfume scent dispersing into the air.
She was wearing large sunglasses, a colorful shirt, and light brown bell-bottoms that highlighted her hot figure.
The attendant closed the door respectfully and said, "Please follow me."
As an employee of the high-class club, the first thing he learned on the job was to never ask questions, snoop, or even glance too much at the guests coming to the high-class club.
The sole purpose of the high-class club’s existence was to provide services for the elite, to cover their tracks and fend off the harassment of gossip media.
Confidentiality was of utmost importance.
Chiyoda followed him into the elevator, which went directly to the sixth floor without stopping.
The elevator dinged, the door opened to a red carpet, and with no one else around, the attendant led Chiyoda to private room 0603, swiped a card at the door, and said with a bow. "Here we are, Miss Morimoto."
The green light came on, and the door opened. The attendant bowed out.
Chiyoda opened the door.
Inside was a spacious area with a large woman sitting on a leather sofa, and on the glass table were fruits and drinks.
To the side were a large LCD TV, speakers, a microphone, and a complete range of entertainment facilities.
Chiyoda’s eyes fell on the large indoor bath on the right and she closed the door, saying, "Emily, you sure like to make things mysterious."
"If such places lost their mystery, there would be no possibility of operation."
Emily’s long golden hair fell into the warm bathwater, with no coverings, and she, laying on the edge, said, "Do you want to join me in the bath?"
"With a man, I might consider it, but not with a woman."
"Eh, are you taking baths with high schoolers at home?
Pervert."
"Indeed, if it were you, there should be no problem bathing with Aozawa; you look just like a boy. It’s an enviable figure."
Without changing her expression, Chiyoda retorted.
Emily took a glance at Chiyoda’s chest and then down at herself. Okay, actually, no need to look to conclude.
"I don’t need extra fat."
Chiyoda laughed and sat next to Katerina, her right hand picking up a peeled grape and tossing it into her mouth, chewing as she said, "Calling me out suddenly, what’s up?"
"I wanted to ask what’s been happening recently."
Emily’s legs slapped the water surface, splashing waves as she complained, "Ever since I gave him the basement, that guy never came back.
His ’trustworthy friend’ can’t be just me."
Emily was under a lot of pressure now; if she could determine the number of Dio’s friends, she could then think about how to defeat them with peace of mind.
The key issue was that she didn’t know how many people were on Dio’s friends list, who those people were, and where she ranked among them.
Unable to answer these questions increased Emily’s anxiety and made her unwilling to continue being trapped in the basement bar, thinking about taking initiative and finding things to do instead.
At least to learn the latest news about Dio.
Since leaving the special task force, she had lost the channel to receive news about Dio.
"On Friday night, the Kikuta councilman from Nagano City and his family were killed by Dio, and a Yakuza group called the Ayuchi Team was wiped out," said Chiyoda and spit out the grape seed, "Yesterday, there was no movement from Dio."
"Why has Dio suddenly started acting outside, not just limited to Tokyo?"
Emily, biting her thumb, showed a thoughtful expression and muttered, "Could it be that Dio’s plan has moved into its second phase, looking for trustworthy friends elsewhere?"
At this point, she asked, "Were those killed by any chance bullying someone?"
"Yes, the councilman was torturing a fifteen-year-old boy, while the other Yakuza was forcing a single mother and her son and daughter to form a group and go into prostitution to pay off debts."
"It seems like Dio wants to harvest the souls of the wicked, only striking when the wicked are committing evil deeds.
Are the people who were saved under surveillance?"
"Don’t worry, they’re under CIA surveillance."
Chiyoda crossed her legs and said, "Recently, the special task force came up with a new conclusion: the fourteen secret phrases aren’t a collage of religious sayings, and they likely represent Dio’s life.
They depict the experiences Dio needs from birth to reach Paradise.
What do you think of this speculation?"
"This conjecture..."
After pondering for a moment, Emily thought this angle could be worth a try, "It might be worth a shot, but such a wide range makes it difficult to guess the specific circumstances."
"That’s where the God Detective APP comes in. We won’t feed it those cases, but instead toss a person’s life experiences into it, and let the God Detective analyze a person’s life with fourteen words."
Chiyoda smiled and said, "I’m having Iwaki train the God Detective. It’s very intelligent and can change according to our requirements.
The downside is that now the special task force must pay to use the God Detective, damn capitalists."
"It’s not your money being used."
Emily retorted.
Chiyoda shrugged and said, "Of course, I know that. I just feel like cursing someone."
Leading a special case team isn’t an easy job, hustled every day by superiors for progress and having to write tedious reports day after day.
The team members think I’m doing nothing at all.
All because of you, why did you have to work so hard before?
Writing those reports while also keeping an eye on everything happening within the special case team."
When the conversation turned to herself, Emily retorted irritably, "That’s your own fault for being lazy, why can’t you put in a bit more effort?"
"I’ve already pulled three people from below to help out."
Morimoto Chiyoda never believed that just by working hard, she could win favor from those above.
You have to know when to be content.
Her current salary and savings already surpassed ninety percent of people in Japan, so there was no need to push herself further.
When it’s time to slack off, slack off. Eight hours is her limit for work.
If the Police Director still needs to work overtime, then what’s the point of being a Police Director?
Emily was lost for words at her work attitude, but they continued to exchange information and their views on the matter.
The conversation shifted to tomorrow.
"You have to be extra careful tomorrow, Monday is a key junction, and who knows how many villainous souls are needed to satisfy the conditions for ascending to Paradise."
"No problem, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, and Shibuya are all set."
Morimoto Chiyoda stood up, picking up the notebook on the table, "It’s getting late; you can enjoy your bath alone, I’ve got other work to do."
"Mm, remember to send me updates on your progression using the code on your notebook by posting on the detective website," Emily reminded, showing no intention of getting up, continuing to relish the pleasure of bathing before going to sing with Katerina and pass her boring time.
After all, having left the special case team, she could only watch over the underground bar, which wasn’t good for business until night.
Every day she had plenty of leisure time, feeling as if grass was growing on her head.
...
Morimoto Chiyoda did not return to work at the police headquarters; she had already passed all her work to Okayama and his team.
It was only natural for her to finish work early.
At three in the afternoon, she returned to her villa in Ayase.
She opened the door, parked the Lamborghini, and pressed a button, the door closing automatically.
Entering the villa, Morimoto Chiyoda opened the shoe cabinet but did not find Aozawa’s shoes, indicating he had yet to return from the Glacier Camping Site.
Wondering how his relationship with the two girls was faring, she thought about enjoying herself.
She passed through the tea room, opened the sliding door between the corridor and the garden, carried over the small table, and placed the book she wanted to read on it.
The new inflatable pool was set up in the yard, filled with water.
The sunlight shone on the water, creating a brilliant sheen almost instantly.
The endlessly chirping cicadas from the trees, she went back inside, switched to a light purple bikini, took out the freshly squeezed juice from the fridge’s upper section, poured it into a tall glass, and added a straw.
She also brought out a watermelon, cut it with a knife into several pieces, and arranged them on a plate.
Morimoto Chiyoda, carrying the juice and watermelon, walked to the veranda, placed them on the small table, and then jumped directly into the inflatable pool.
The cool water caressed her skin, she turned over, gazing at the clear blue sky, feeling exceptionally at ease.
This is life.
To live refreshingly even in the blistering heat of summer.
Morimoto Chiyoda swam a bit, then got up from the inflatable pool, grabbed the tall glass to sip the cold sweet juice.
Ah, she let out a contented sigh, wiped her hands with a towel, and started browsing short videos on YouTube while soaking in the pool.
It has to be said, without achievements, bloggers tend to slack off.
The hot girl blogger she followed hadn’t posted any summer outfit videos in two days.
Perhaps the growth in followers had dulled her motivation, she hadn’t even logged into her account.
Morimoto Chiyoda sent a message of encouragement and then shifted to watch other bloggers’ short videos or some funny live streams.
Occasionally, she’d flip through her book.
As the time reached four in the afternoon, Morimoto Chiyoda heard a chime, and her phone alerted her that someone had opened the door.
The only person with the accession to enter the villa, other than herself, was Aozawa.
Morimoto Chiyoda got up, dried off her body with a towel, then tiptoed inside, preparing to give him a surprise.
Aozawa sensed Morimoto Chiyoda was at home, hiding behind the door, through his "Defense Barrier."
He calmly closed the door, pretending to be clueless about the person behind him, as usual, bending to take off his shoes.
Morimoto Chiyoda quickly covered his eyes and hadn’t even spoken before
"Backstab."
Aozawa reached back, his face showing shock – not feigned, for he truly hadn’t expected Chitose to be at home in a bikini, which made the touch all too real, "Oh, it’s Chitose.
My apologies, you startled me; I thought a thief had broken in."
Even so, he didn’t let go, instead, his hands began to explore.
Morimoto Chiyoda almost went limp, raised her hand, and knocked him on the back of his head, saying irritably, "Let go already!"
This guy was definitely doing it on purpose, making her body damp as if she just left the pool without drying off.