The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Descending the stairs, the two left through the back door and plunged into a nearby alley, narrowly escaping the approaching police cars. Had they lingered any longer, they would have been trapped inside.

Kirihara Akira pulled Mori Kiyoha along, and Mori Kiyoha let him hold her hand without saying a word.

The running pace was hurried at first, but slowed down as they approached the alley exit.

As he walked, Kirihara Akira took off his clothes, hat, mask, clothes... leaving nothing behind. He was shirtless, so he grabbed the backpack he had left in the alley, pulled out a few bags, and carefully layered them together, stuffing his clothes inside. He also added two bricks he had picked up from the roadside, and then put his pants and shoes in.

Looking at Kirihara Akira, who was only wearing a pair of shorts, Mori Kiyoha's eyes reflected his slender, healthy, and well-proportioned body, which was not muscular, and he was lost in thought.

Kirihara Akira began putting on the school uniform she had changed out of earlier, saying as she did so, "We'll split up. I'll go out, and you go back. When you do, tell the police that after you were abducted, a man who was about 1.9 meters tall, strong, with a hoarse voice and a masked face, broke into the club. You heard two gunshots, and then he came to the room where you were. After that, you don't know anything else."

"I don't know" is your answer.

Mori Kiyoha neither answered nor rejected the question, but suddenly asked, "Will she die?"

Kirihara Akira glanced at her, her movements unwavering, and said, "Even if she died, she was trampled to death by a mysterious adult man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall."

As he spoke, he finally rolled the knife and glove into the bag.

"Remember, you know nothing."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Sen Qingye saw him run outside, throw the black bag into the river, and quickly disappear.

Sen Qingye seemed to have lost all her strength, and squatted down on the spot, covering her chest with her hands... She felt an unprecedentedly intense beating in her heart.

......

......

Inside the Remote Studio.

As night deepened, the annoying, sticky fog of the rainy season took on a sharper edge. The steel skyscrapers of Tokyo had disappeared from view, the skyline appearing and disappearing, blending with the neon lights into a deep blackness. Everything was enveloped in a quiet, oppressive restlessness.

Kisaragi Shiori leaned against the railing, her chest revealing a beautiful sight that no one could appreciate, gazing at the night with unease.

She was a spy on a mission, infiltrating this place with limited mobility. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have responded to Kirihara Akira's phone call.

But she still notified a colleague she trusted.

At the time, she didn't ask Kirihara Akira why she didn't call the police herself, but instead called her instead.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two, and Kisaragi Shiori quickly realized that Kirihara Akira wanted to "report anonymously."

So when requesting support, she said, "An informant has reported it."

"Sigh." Shiori Kisaragi sighed, trying to console herself, "It concerns the second young lady of the Mori family, and she is also my mission target, so it's not exactly a violation of discipline, is it?"

After saying that, she felt a little agitated again, scratched her hair, making it messy, and said, "Does that kid know what I do for a living?"

While Shiori Kisaragi was brooding alone, a phone call came in.

He was her colleague.

"Mr. Watanabe," Shiori Kisaragi asked, "How's the situation on the ground?"

Watanabe was silent for a moment, then said, "Have you mentioned Mori Kiyoha's predicament to anyone?"

"No," Shiori Kisaragi said. "After the informant sent the information, I only contacted you."

Watanabe said, "When I arrived at the scene with my men, my colleagues from the district also arrived at the same time. We stormed into the Stardust Club almost simultaneously, but... there were only six gangsters inside who had been taken down."

"She got knocked down?" Shiori Kisaragi was stunned. She frowned and immediately asked, "Where's Kiyoha Mori?"

Watanabe's tone was somewhat strange: "We found her in an alley outside the club, and, well, the first thing she said was, 'Am I obligated to explain myself to you?'"

"However, Mori Kiyoha eventually spoke up. According to her, a mysterious figure broke into the club, took down the person who was holding her hostage, and since the police hadn't arrived yet, she thought she should leave first."

"Is she alright?"

"Completely intact".

Kisaragi Shiori pondered for a moment, then asked, "Have you examined the evidence at the scene?"

"It has been examined. Judging from the footprints and the person's injuries, the mysterious person is about 1.9 meters tall, strong, powerful, and very professional. This image basically matches Sen Qingye's description."

Upon hearing this description, Shiori Kisaragi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from this description, it doesn't seem to be that kid. At the very least, it shows that Kirihara Akira wasn't personally involved.

She didn't know why she had such worries; a high school student shouldn't have such abilities.

She then asked, "Have the identities of those gangsters been confirmed?"

"The tattoos on their backs are all from who-knows-where; they're not from the real military," Watanabe said. "They're not tough on the inside, but they'll confess everything if you press them. They have superiors who contact them one-way. Intuitively, these superiors should point to a certain group, but there's no direct evidence."

Kisaragi Shiori understood the implication behind his ambiguous reply: "Is it the Suruga Group?"

"That's right."

Kisaragi Shiori paused for a moment, then sighed softly and brought up a seemingly unrelated topic: "I'm increasingly feeling that this undercover job isn't right for me."

Watanabe smiled and said, "In the Metropolitan Police Department, half of the beautiful women are in administration and half in logistics. You are as rare as a panda from China. You have outstanding looks and exceptional professional skills. We can't be the ones who do this. We don't even have the qualifications to be stars."

"But I can't sing! A tone-deaf person becoming a music teacher? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"It's okay, there's always a way."

"What method?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Watanabe said, "Ahem, back to the main topic. The department has taken over today's matter. Tell me the truth: were those gangsters taken down by your informant? We have people here tracking down the mysterious man. If so, we won't need to investigate further."

Kisaragi Shiori paused for a moment, then replied, "I don't know, but I don't think there's any need to investigate further."

"Why?" Watanabe couldn't help but ask.

"I suspect that person is a bodyguard for the Mori family."

Watanabe suddenly realized: "You mean Kawasaki? But if it was her own bodyguard who did it, Miss, you could just say so directly. Why try to cover it up?"

"The Mori family is a prestigious family after all, and they need to be mindful of their image. It's understandable that they don't want to discuss certain things in public."

"You're absolutely right. That lady from the Mori family just called the station, telling us not to make a fuss," Watanabe sighed. "Then we'll just leave it at that for now and let the local police handle it."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

......

Shiori Kisaragi felt a bit hot, so she quickly stepped forward and locked the door. Then she loosened her tie, took off her coat, revealing her vest and her two slender arms, her breasts almost bursting out.

The fragrant sweat, seeping from her guilt and unease, gave her skin a luminous glow, making her exceptionally alluring.

She lied.

She didn't actually know what the truth was; she was just covering for that little bastard by giving a plausible explanation.

The story might be exactly what's going on, or it might be a complete lie—who knows?

"I've already told you, I'm not suited for jobs that require lying..." she muttered to herself.