Cheng Shuang tapped the small pedometer on her wrist, hiding herself in the shadows of the hotel's outer wall. The faint aroma of food wafted out as she patiently waited, remaining still even when she heard someone walking upstairs.

The sound of two people talking could be heard coming from the rooftop attic, accompanied by a woman crying loudly.

At lunchtime, everyone, whether truly insane or feigning insanity, needs to eat. Whether the crazy landlady eats or not doesn't affect the boss's work of delivering meals on time.

The little girl raised her hand and tapped the nearest window, then quickly bent down again.

She listened carefully to make sure no one was inside before gently pushing open the window and leaping inside.

Of course, before entering the room, she had already stored her shoes in her storage compartment. Wearing socks, she looked around. Although the room was also mainly tatami, because it was next to a hot spring, the air was humid. There was a single bed, and opposite the bed was a short and thin Japanese-style wardrobe, which was empty.

The bedside table was scattered with disposable razors and other commonly used men's items. Although it wasn't very tidy, it was still considered clean.

Unfortunately, it was of little use.

Wearing gloves, Cheng Shuang carefully put away the items she had turned over, including an inconspicuous strand of hair hidden in the bedside table drawer.

She eventually found a cell phone under her pillow.

Open your phone, check your call history, and quickly write down the numbers you've used in the last two days.

Judging from the call duration, this room belongs to Ono.

Apart from that, no other useful information could be collected.

Cheng Shuang's gaze fell on the screen-like sliding door in the middle. She tiptoed and gently pushed the door open. Seeing that no one was inside, she quietly walked over.

The other room was a mess, with two unhealthy magazines lying haphazardly on the single bed.

The little girl glanced around and saw that apart from snack bags and some trash, there wasn't much personal information in Tanaka's house.

She began to have some doubts. Was Ono really such a careless person? Why would he leave his phone in the room? Wouldn't a storage compartment be safer?

Something just doesn't seem right.

Cheng Shuang was worried and planned to go back to Xiao Ye's house to check it again, but then she heard footsteps in the hallway outside the door.

She listened carefully, but the sound wasn't coming from the stairs.

This time she didn't hesitate. She turned around and went back to the place she had entered first. As she closed the screen, the door opened.

Peering through the narrow crack, Cheng Shuang saw that Tian Zhong had leisurely entered the door. He was holding a bowl of oden in his hand. After closing the door, his short, agile figure, like a little monkey, put away the oden and began to rummage around.

Upon encountering a mess of garbage, a strong sense of disgust unconsciously appeared on his face.

Cheng Shuang understood. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover. She was completely wrong. The second room belonged to Xiao Ye. He seemed like a glamorous person on the outside, but who knew that he was actually so 'unrestrained' in his daily life.

Tanaka found nothing in Ono's house. He angrily kicked a can lying to the side, rudely pushed open the screen door, and returned to his room.

He then sniffed, glanced around the empty room with a sensitive look, quickened his pace to close the slightly ajar window, and then went to the bedside table to touch it. When he touched a strand of hair, his expression improved slightly, but he turned his head and reached under the pillow to take out his phone. He then took out a small flashlight-like device from his storage compartment and gave the phone a thorough scan from head to toe.

A bright green handprint appeared on the phone under the light. Based on the different sizes of the fingerprint and handprint, it can be seen that this phone was handled by two different people.

Tanaka breathed a sigh of relief and muttered under his breath at the seemingly old-fashioned phone, "What a piece of junk! It can't even be stored!" After cursing, he casually tossed the phone into the room opposite, then lay back on the bed, patted his stomach, and pulled out a capsule from thin air. He gave it a particularly lewd kiss and stuffed it into his ear canal.

The voice came intermittently, unusually cloying, "Meimei! Missing the boss?... Be good, hehehe, how's it going over there?... Heh, what is that brat anyway, daring to ruin my plans... I heard an ambulance when I came back... Yes, the nearby hospital, you guys go and lay some smuggling tape, maybe you can find his accomplices at that rest stop! Follow the trail! Me? Hehe, it's safe in the mountains, and I have so many beauties to keep me company..."

"Give the capsule to Lao Liu! ...Hmm, Lao Liu, stay alert. Try your best to kill that brat's stationmaster. The capsule's time is up. I'm not saying anything more now. I'm going back to school. I don't want any more danger waiting for me, understand?!"

The capsule fell out of his ear and he threw it into the trash bag next to the bed. Almost instantly, his head slumped down, staring at the empty space under the bed, his face as gloomy as a ghost.

After realizing there was nothing under the bed, Tanaka patted his stomach triumphantly, hummed a little tune, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

He was snoring loudly, but soon he was awakened by a commotion.

Yawning, Tanaka slowly opened the door, poked his head out, and asked sleepily, "What is it?"

"We are police officers, here to investigate a murder case!"

Tanaka immediately exclaimed in surprise, "My God, a murder case? Is it that brutal? Do I need to cooperate?"

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Tanaka, who is traveling with Mr. Ono?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Tanaka was extremely proactive, even stepping aside to let the police check his room. Of course, the police did not refuse, as it was for official business. However, they went to Ono's room first.

Tanaka had already opened the sliding screen door, muttering to himself, full of worry for Ono. The police officers were collecting information methodically, showing no sign of anything amiss because of his rambling.

Ono's cell phone became crucial evidence, since mobile phones are expensive, and Ono didn't have one with her. Moreover, the phone number was completely different from the one used to call the police.

Tanaka's eyes flickered. When questioned by the police, he told them that he had never seen Ono use a cell phone and had always assumed that Ono's family was not wealthy.

The police naturally took note of this suspicious detail and made Ono's cash flow a key focus of their investigation.

Until, during a routine inspection of Tanaka's room, they found an old-fashioned handgun in the closet...

Upon seeing this, Tanaka's face twitched involuntarily.

His change in expression was immediately noticed by a seasoned policeman, who, without giving him any chance, took him to the police station for further investigation.

Although R country does not prohibit firearms, it does not mean that just anyone can possess them.

Tanaka revealed that Ono had little financial background, just like himself.

Before being taken away, Tanaka looked around the room fiercely. He knew perfectly well that the gun wasn't his; the real gun was still in his spatial storage!

He was unknowingly set up in a trap!

Could it be... Ono's accomplice?