Chapter 9: Infiltration. An NPC saw me rummaging through a trash can. What happened?

The police had surrounded the convenience store, and the three robbers were taken away with their heads hung.

"Midorikawa Jing" hid sideways in the shadows, lowered his hood, and confirmed in the review that he did not leave any major flaws - except for the strange young girl, no one saw his face.

The "weird" girl, whom he had initially considered dangerous, was now surrounded by a crowd. The rescued shop assistant hugged her and cried with joy. He had wanted to say a few words to her, but then he remembered that his current identity made it difficult to be conspicuous, so he just disappeared into the crowd.

Although she was unaware of his suspicions, he still wanted to... sincerely apologize to her, treat her to a meal of oden, and talk to her a few more times.

No matter what her specific identity was, or perhaps she had simply gone astray in a moment of adversity - in any case, her courage to stand up was enough to dispel his suspicions and make him sincerely admire her.

Her courage will also be commended by the police. Her colleagues in the Metropolitan Police Department will probably give her a bonus to help her overcome the difficulties...

"I really need to work harder..." The young undercover said to himself, without pausing for too long, he walked towards the dark alley without looking back, "There are still many things to do..."

The world will become a better place, and no one will become a meaningless "body count." No one should "sacrifice" themselves as she claims, and even if someone should make a sacrifice, it will never be the innocent people who bravely stand up for justice.

At the same time, the player who stepped forward bravely got into the police car surrounded by the rescued people and prepared to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take a statement.

There are still many good people in this world. Whether it's Midorikawa who shared her victory, or the robber NPC who allowed her to enter the Metropolitan Police Department without having to rob, and even gave her a lot of rewards, they are all rare good people!

Although the former disappeared and the latter is likely to face imprisonment, the grateful players still silently memorized their names - and will study them later to see if there are any subsequent side quests.

Midorikawa is obviously an important NPC and also her intended friend; the robbers don't have to worry, if the president who fired them without reason and embezzled their wages and compensation has any special mission, she will help them get revenge.

With a grateful heart, Chaomu entered the Metropolitan Police Department quite happily. His relaxed demeanor made the robber's miserable expression next to him look even more grief-stricken.

"It's all because of you, you damned brat..." The robber leader, who had suffered a fatal beating, now had an even uglier expression than the irritable Third Brother. Before being taken away to be detained alone, he glared at her fiercely, "If it weren't for your sweet talk, we would have already completed this opportunity..."

"Accomplish what? Have your president label you antisocial and completely ruin your chances of receiving compensation?" Chaomu turned around and asked curiously, "Or do you have some elaborate plan that I haven't figured out? Like, lure the president out to court during the trial, then use Kamehameha to blow him and the court away?"

It was just a fantasy of a worker who ate a good meal before being poisoned to death by zombies in her rental house. She had thought so before when she worked overtime until two o'clock.

The robber leader choked at her, but continued to glare at her with hatred. Officer Megure, who had arrived at the crime scene to escort the suspects, was also somewhat speechless. He shoved him on the back in annoyance and had the officers lead them away. "Alright, alright, you should be thanking her. If she hadn't stopped you, do you know how long you would have been imprisoned for a crime of this magnitude?"

As expected of a police officer, he has a broad vision.

The players applauded him, and then they saw the short, plump police officer approach her after sending the robber leader away. He gave her a serious warning, "And this citizen—while having a sense of justice is a good thing, next time you'd better not try to provoke the robbers... Some robbers have no moral compunction, and doing so is very dangerous! You're still young, so you should take good care of yourself..."

...Ah, I was caught by the dean.

Chaomu pressed F several times but failed to skip the conversation. He sighed sadly and could only take this opportunity to start packing his backpack.

It had to be said that completing this special event had been quite rewarding for her. Besides the reward for completing the mission, she had also managed to steal the robber leader's gun. Although it was a crude, blue-quality item, it was the first special weapon she had ever come into contact with besides the kitchen knife at home.

Although he had never fired a gun, the player was already enjoying the cool look of himself shooting down Kurosawa Jin with one shot.

What? You mean gun handling and shooting skills? Looking at Kurosawa's formation, I know this mini-boss must be proficient in spearmanship. They say there's an antidote within five steps of a poisonous mushroom, and there's a good chance there's a skill book for physical and spearmanship in Kurosawa's trash can. As soon as she's perfected her stealth skills, she'll infiltrate Kurosawa's house, digging through his trash can every night while he's asleep, right next to his pillow!

Just when her little drama in her head had already played out the plot of [a cold-blooded killer's careless house being robbed, and a fierce woman shooting a large eagle with a gun], Inspector Megure, who could see that she was not listening at all, finally couldn't stand it anymore and coughed loudly: "Are you listening, ma'am? Miss?"

"Of course." Chaomu shuddered, flipped through a few pages of dialogue, and read them calmly, "I'll remember what you said. When doing something righteous, one must act within one's ability while ensuring one's own safety. One must not use overly provocative language to anger the robbers..."

Seeing that she could actually repeat it, Inspector Megure's expression eased a little: Although the young girl in front of him had a face that always made people feel a little aggressive and a little world-weary, and was not a likable person in the conventional sense, but judging from her behavior, she was probably just seemingly perverse, and was actually a good child with a strong sense of justice.

"Ahem, please wait here for a moment... You can eat something first." He even had his subordinates buy her a cup of hot chocolate. Seeing that she was sitting quietly on the bench, seemingly unharmed, he felt slightly relieved. "We're taking Ms. Sakurai's statement. We'll call you back later."

Miss Sakurai was the shop assistant. As the only injured hostage at the scene, she was the first to be invited in by the police to take a statement.

"Okay." Seeing that he finally didn't intend to continue preaching, Chaomu naturally behaved honestly and pretended to be a good citizen who had never considered robbing his way into the Metropolitan Police Department. "I'll wait here."

As Inspector First Class Megure disappeared behind the door, the short-haired girl who had just been holding the hot chocolate and saying "I'll wait here" stood up immediately. Seeing that the other police officers were in a hurry and didn't pay any attention to her corner, she decisively gulped down the hot chocolate and began to look for the most important target of her trip - the trash can.

Compared to any confidential documents, her target was obviously easy to find. There were trash cans in the corridor and outside the office door specifically for throwing away coffee cans and cigarette butts.

Marking an unguarded trash can like this was clearly no problem for Chaomu. She headed straight for the trash can piled high by the late-night police officers, carrying her freshly finished cup of hot chocolate. She effortlessly completed her "infiltration" mission.

[Mission Completed! Stealth Skill Level +1 Agility++]

Congratulations on reaching level 3! A limited-time discount on level 3 gift packs is available...

Before the gift package popped up, Chaomu expertly closed the ad interface. "Krypton gold? What krypton gold? Impossible, I've never heard of it."

The feeling of improvement from this upgrade was much more obvious than when she had just acquired the skill. She could clearly feel that her body was lighter than before - if she had gone to Kurosawa's house on the first night back now, she would not have been discovered by Kurosawa Zhen.

Immature players may feel satisfied after completing tasks and upgrading their skills, but experienced players know that the more they upgrade, the more they gain.

Chaomu thought for a moment: Since I'm already here, and it's not easy to come to the Metropolitan Police Department on a normal day, I might as well take this opportunity to mark a few more trash cans so that I can come and get some resource information when I have nothing to do in the future.

The player, who was very active, acted immediately and searched all the trash cans in the corridor from the first search lesson. With his newly upgraded stealth skills, he sneaked into the office quietly and successfully marked the trash can specifically for paper waste.

There were actually quite a few police officers busy in the office of the Investigation Division, but no one noticed the ghostly girl sneaking in. Shen'er's "special stealth skills" included concealing her presence, from footsteps, breathing, and even heartbeat frequency, so that she could not attract other people's attention.

With the help of this skill, Chaomu successfully cleared out an entire floor of trash cans and headed downstairs, racing against time to clean a few more trash cans before Inspector Megure came to find her.

The office around the corner downstairs was deserted, likely all out on business trips. A trash can filled with discarded paperwork stood alone in the corner, alongside a plant that probably absorbed the secondhand smoke.

There's a small trash can right here. It must be painful to breathe in secondhand smoke in an office full of smokers and with no smoking ban. She understands, she understands.

Chaomu felt pity at the first sight of it, and approached it quietly, ready to say hello and have an in-depth, harmonious and friendly exchange with it.

But just as she reached out her hand to the cute little trash can, another slender, white-gloved hand suddenly appeared and accurately grasped her wrist, preventing her from putting her hand in.

...Who dares to interrupt her wonderful first encounter with the little trash can?

Chaomu frowned and looked up, and his eyes met with a young man in uniform.

"Oh... Miss?" The young man with half-long hair raised his eyebrows slightly. His gentle eyes and brows made him look easy to talk to, but the big hand that firmly clamped her wrist was not gentle.

He held her wrist tightly, not letting go, his violet eyes searching: "Did something fall in there by accident? Do you need my help, miss?"

I have to say, just like what tourists have said in their comments, the mobile police vest and black suspenders are really cool - at first glance, they look like ace police officers with good relationships and are very popular.

Chaomu's gaze briefly lifted from the trash can, swept across the other person's thin waist under the suspenders, looked back at his face, and thought calmly.

Now that her flawless infiltration had been discovered...should she kill him to silence him? Or should she try grabbing his forearm and throwing him over the shoulder to see if the blow could cause him to lose his memory?

The author has something to say:

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In this story, Charm D isn't about appearance, but rather her aura. While not completely unpleasant, seeing her does give you a feeling of "this person seems a bit annoying." However, this impression isn't a persistent debuff like a group hate; it will change with increased interaction and a positive impression.

My first impression of Hagi is: a suspicious weirdo.