Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

After assigning Kishimoto to stand guard outside, Shiraizumi led the two women inside to select clothes. Two of the lockers in the row were unlocked; one was empty, while the other was...

It doesn't look like a musical, but more like the clothes worn for a parade in a light musical: top hat, tailcoat, tights, fishnet stockings, high heels, cane, bow... The sexiness is so high that one suspects this is a place of custom.

At this time, Yukiko Muromachi's fair cheeks turned red.

"What is this? Are we really going to wear something like this?"

"Stop making so much noise! ​​Hurry up and change your clothes! We don't have time for a willful young lady like you to be picky!"

Ryoko is quite harsh on others’ willfulness, and Yukiko protests by questioning them.

"Don't you have any other more normal clothes? At least something that looks more stable."

"These clothes are normal. They don't have three sleeves sewn on, and the material is not made of iron."

"Your metaphor is too extreme!"

"It's okay. If you don't want to wear it, then don't wear it. If a good police officer wants to run naked in public, it can be considered a personal freedom. However, if the most proud daughter of the Muromachi clan is arrested for running naked, then the glorious family tree will inevitably be overshadowed by the shadow of disrepute. Oh - hehe!"

"Please change your clothes quickly, I will turn around."

After saying this, Shiraizumi Mashi stood by the door and peeked at the movements outside through the tiny crack. It seemed that no one else would enter the room except Kishimoto who was looking around and impatient, so there was no need to worry about being attacked.

After a few minutes, a voice came from behind Bai Quanyi.

"Quan Yi, we've already changed."

I turned around and saw two beautiful women, wearing top hats, holding their heads, and wearing tailcoats and fishnet stockings, standing side by side before me. One of them held her head high and chest puffed out with composure, while the other, reluctantly, half-avoided Shirai's gaze.

Ryoko's figure is undeniable, and Yukiko is no less impressive. She's just five centimeters shorter than Ryoko, a typical female height, and her slender, well-proportioned figure is truly striking. Yukiko usually wears formal suits, but now, in a slim-fitting outfit, her legs, revealed through fishnet stockings, are a breathtaking sight.

Of course, Bai Quanyi wasn't so stupid as to just stand there and stare at them intently.

Bai Quanyi found a clean bag in the corner of the room and handed it to the two people, asking them to put their wet clothes in it.

"Let's go. We can't pretend to be new officials from the Ministry of Finance anymore, so you'll be the dancers preparing to go on stage, and we'll be your managers, okay?"

"OK, OK."

Ryoko seemed to be enjoying this dress-up game, while Yukiko beside her kept her head down and remained silent.

Kishimoto, who was outside the door, was probably getting impatient. When he saw Shiraizumi Masuko walking out of the door with the two girls, his expression changed. He looked at Ryoko and Yukiko with a lustful look. Naturally, he ignored Shiraizumi Masuko.

"Woo, I'm so lucky to be a police officer."

Kishimoto was filled with gratitude, Yukiko blushed and was at a loss, while Ryoko was calm and composed, acting as if "you can see as much as you want", as it wouldn't cost you anything anyway.

"You two seniors are so cute." Kishimoto stuck out his tongue like a dog, drooling.

"Let's go. We've been here too long."

Bai Quanyi reminded.

The two girls' outfits simply look revealing, but they are not very revealing.

The group continued to walk around the museum.

The power of fishnet stockings was immense. Every man who passed by the two women was, without exception, completely captivated by the lines of Ryoko and Yukiko's legs. Even if they saw their faces, the impression they left on others was simply that of "beauties wearing sunglasses or glasses." As for Shiraizumi Masushi and Kishimoto, who were accompanying them, they were completely ignored.

"Wow - I didn't expect Japanese women also have such a pair of long and beautiful legs. Can we take a photo together after the performance?" A fat middle-aged man in a tuxedo said with a lewd look.

Ryoko smiled charmingly, waved her hand and said, "Okay, let's take a photo holding hands."

The man smiled lecherously and waved back. Meanwhile, Yukiko, with her head tilted to the side in a sullen manner, exuded a youthful, coy charm that drew the men's gazes fixed on her.

"Yeah? Which theater troupe are you from?"

A young woman opened the door and asked. While not as beautiful as Ryoko and Yukiko, she was still a striking beauty with medium-length hair. Several female voices emerged from the open door. They looked like genuine theater actors, and this room was supposed to be a lounge.

Six women were still waiting for the 8 o'clock performance and were preparing to change clothes and put on makeup. They invited the four men in with a friendly and kind attitude to chat, so the four men walked into the room.

"We don't perform until ten o'clock, so it's still early. Ah, these two are our agents. It's okay to ignore them. They're like robots anyway."

"Oh, I mean, you're really beautiful, like supermodels. This is the first time in my life that I, and everyone here, have ever seen such beauties like you."

Ryoko was naturally no exception. Even a model student like Yukiko didn't seem to feel disgusted when hearing people of the same sex praising her appearance. She just smiled gracefully and accepted everyone's praise.

"Thank you, you are absolutely right."

Ryoko responded cheekily, and the dancers continued to laugh, "You are so beautiful, you don't need to do this kind of work. There should be better ways to go."

"what do you mean?"

Yukiko asked, and Ryoko cleverly changed the subject, saying that since it was her first time working here, she hoped her seniors would give her more guidance.

The dancers replied in unison: "To paraphrase the old folks, this kind of work will keep a girl from getting married, and it's absolutely too embarrassing to talk about it in front of her boyfriend."

"Can you give me an example?"

"Give me an example... That's annoying. How can I even say something like that?"

The dancers laughed strangely, and one of them handed Ryoko a ball of clothing.

"What do you think this is?"

"Swimsuit, and the cut is very ordinary..."

“This is made of paper.”

"Paper……"

"That's right. Put this on and perform water ballet in the swimming pool. What do you think you'll look like in three minutes?"

Yukiko was speechless, and even Ryoko, who was so bold, showed an expression of disbelief, holding the paper swimsuit in her hand, and was about to blurt out: "Oh my God——"

Say all the good things and do all the bad things

"It's so depraved! How could there be such a shameless and vulgar man?"

After leaving the dancers' lounge and coming to the corridor, Yukiko was still feeling indignant.

"Officer Bai, you think so too, right? I really don't know what's in the brains of people like that. They have no sense of shame at all!"

"Um……"

Bai Quanyi's answer was very brief, he was not surprised by anything he saw.

Those who call themselves elites appear to be righteous on the surface, but in private they are all disgusting, shameless, immoral and extremely corrupt.

Those politicians who talk about etiquette and morality are undoubtedly the most despicable people.

If you use the morality of interests to restrain others, you will say all the good things and do all the bad things.

People with such depraved and dark hearts cannot be called human beings. The only way to deal with them is to physically destroy them.

"Hey, Inspector Bai, are you interested in this kind of performance?"

Kishimoto smiled evilly.

"Are you annoying? Don't talk about others first. Maybe you are the one who is most interested."

"I have no interest in real women."

Kishimoto said firmly.

Bai Quanyi sneered and didn't believe it at all.

The corridor was nearly deserted. It was past six-thirty, and the symposium was supposed to begin. This was a perfect opportunity for a group of intruders, so the four of them headed towards the end, preparing to officially begin their search of the "Second Basement Floor."

"Hey, what are you doing there?"

About three meters behind the four of them stood a man with a familiar face staring at us.

"I'm Kazuji, the assistant deputy director of the branch office."

It was indeed the same man from the day before yesterday, still displaying the arrogance typical of a pawn crouching at the bottom of a power structure.

"You look suspicious. Hey! You! Take off your sunglasses!"

He said, pointing a finger at Ryoko.

I was unable to react immediately, and Ryoko laughed at a high pitch.

"Oh, ha ha ha ha - no common sense! These sunglasses are part of the costume. Unless you go back to the green room, once you're on stage, you can't take them off for any reason!"

Kazuji glared at Ryoko with a sinister look.

"Just take them off when I tell you to. You're just a stage performer, why are you putting on airs? You're wearing so little clothing you're practically naked, yet you refuse to take off your sunglasses and keep making excuses. Do you think this will work?"

"This should be considered sexual harassment, right?"

Kishimoto spoke too much at this time, causing Kaji to glare at him over his shoulder, and then a cold laugh came, pulling Kaji's face back to its original position.

"Do you really want to see it? I guarantee you'll regret it if you do!"

When he saw Ryoko taking off her sunglasses, Kazuji's mouth opened as wide as it could be.

“Ah, you are…!”

Before he could finish his words, Kazuji fell to the ground and fainted, because Ryoko raised her beautiful legs tightly wrapped in fishnet stockings and kicked Kazuji in the crotch with a strong and accurate kick. It hurt just by watching.

Ryoko then stepped on the unconscious Kaji's body.

"what you up to!"

"I haven't dealt him the fatal blow yet."

"What if we give him a fatal blow? If someone dies, how are we going to investigate further?!"

"But wouldn't it be worse if the police were caught beating people?"

"No one will know you're a police officer!"

"Of course I am. I am the most beautiful police officer in the world!"

Ryoko said confidently. Besides Ryoko, there were many other beauties in the Metropolitan Police Department, and Yukiko, standing next to her, was one of them. As for who was the most beautiful, it was hard to judge; it was just a matter of style.

"First, find a place to lock him up alone and leave the scene quickly. If others see us, it will be very bad!"

Yukiko suggested. She appeared calm on the outside, but she was actually quite motivated. Otherwise, she would never have made such a hasty proposal.

"Wow! Your proposal is finally in line with reality this time. Not bad, not bad!"

After saying this proudly, Ryoko looked around and slowly pointed to a door with the word "garbage room" written on it.

Shiraizumi reached for the unconscious Kaji, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him down the corridor. Kaji's face was purple, his eyes were swollen, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, his heart was beating normally, indicating that his life was not in danger.

There were several plastic trash cans stacked in the garbage room. We stuffed Kaji into one and then dug out a bag of trash from another one to cover up the unfortunate official. Just when we thought no one had noticed—

"Who are you? What are you doing in there?"

The gruff interrogation sounded like three voices, and three dark figures holding batons were crowded at the door of the garbage room.

"Why are you here again? Meddling in other people's business will definitely do more harm than good. Well, since they're here, we'll just shut them up!"

"It seems that I have to take action." Baiquan Yi, who kept a low profile, also decided to act. If Ryoko did not deal with these three people in one go, it might attract a large number of other people.

Ryoko and Shiraizumi Masu went to fight the enemy separately.

Bai Quanyi took a step back to avoid the baton swung by the guard, then slashed at the opponent's right wrist with his hand knife, and then hit the opponent's stomach with his right elbow. The opponent bent down with a groan. I picked up the baton that fell on the ground, adjusted my hand strength, and hit the opponent on the back of the head.

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Ryoko also knocked the enemy to the ground in an instant with a cane.

The third guard screamed in fright, turned around and ran out. The four of them then rushed into the corridor from the garbage room and ran away from the scene in the opposite direction of the guards.

After running only ten steps or so, Yukiko fell and her left high-heeled shoe flew off. Pulling her upper body up from the floor, Yukiko frowned, stroking her left ankle and groaning, "...sprained ankle!"

"You idiot! You're just getting in the way!"

Ryoko attacked mercilessly, and Yukiko fought back while enduring the pain.

"It's not that I'm stupid! You're the only woman in Japan who can sprint at full speed in high heels!"

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"Yeah, you're absolutely right. I can do it all over Japan. If you're not willing to give up, just follow my lead!"

Seeing this, Shiraizumi Masu thought it was a good opportunity for him to show off, so he used his shoulder to support Yukiko's left arm.

"Can you stand up, Inspector Muromachi?"

"Thanks……"

"Wait a minute, Quan Yi, why are you being so nice to her? Tell her to stand up on her own. Otherwise, if someone like her gives her some respect, she'll get carried away and start a dyeing factory!"

"We're all partners now, this isn't the time to say that."