Chapter 58 Shu Shu, I’m rummaging through the trash can.
Toru Amuro, whose real name is Rei Furuya, is an elite public security officer directly under the National Police Agency and is secretly carrying out an undercover mission.
Before carrying out the mission, he received professional training and had made serious psychological preparations: he needed to say goodbye to the past, no longer contact his former relatives and friends, hide his identity, and change his appearance - from then on, he would walk in the dark, engaging in this dangerous profession that was destined to be unknown to the public and destined to be misunderstood.
...I was mentally prepared...
The heat in the store made the blond young man's dark skin feel slightly hot, and the astonished gazes of his two classmates who hadn't seen each other for a long time were like knives cutting through his face.
Originally, meeting an old friend under unexpected circumstances wasn't such a bad thing. He was just delivering food right now, not doing some more unspeakable part-time job, so he had nothing to be ashamed of...
only……
Amuro Toru forced a smile on his face as he waited for the waitress to pack up, but his heart was already pounding: Why was that Asamure dining with Hagiwara and Matsuda? Did she know them? Although he'd researched her background and knew she'd once done something heroic, which had led to her acquaintance with Hiro, the Explosives Unit hadn't been deployed in that case, had they? Why would she know them?
The subordinates in charge of the investigation were definitely lazy and didn't even list all the relationships one by one... What a hell! He could completely imagine how that woman would plot against him behind his back with his colleagues...
Recalling the time when he parted with Hiro, the latter seemed to be hesitant to speak, but finally said a few more words, suggesting that he should not compete with Chaomu for business unless necessary, saying that she was young and life was not easy, so she was very persistent in every opportunity to make money... In short, he advised him to be more tolerant of her.
Seeing the subtle disapproval etched in Yujinran's expression, Amuro Toru knew he was definitely being manipulated by Asami. Her dislike for him was always clear on her face, and she rarely said anything negative about him, just nonsense like "evil little black face" and "sinister bad gigolo," which didn't really have much impact on him...
...completely without any lethality.
He tried hard not to pay attention to the expressions of his two classmates, nor to pay attention to what bad things Chaomu said to them about him, but some words still reached his ears through the crowd.
"Yes, that's him!" Chaomu was looking in his direction warily, explaining the evil deeds of the black-faced man to his two police officer friends again. "That black-faced man I was talking about who stole my business is him!"
Hagiwara, who had been listening to her complaints the most, shrugged. "...After working at a host bar for less than a week, you've already become the second-ranked superstar, the top-notch host codenamed [Wild Cat]...?"
"Yeah. It's him."
Matsuda, who had heard this before, almost burst out laughing. "You said he was the one who pretended to be pitiful and said he was bullied and sold tea and worked as a domestic servant for rich ladies?"
Chaomu gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! It's him!"
"Pretending to be a golden retriever from the Western Regions in the banquet hall..."
"'If you continue to be so weak, I'll arrest you.'"
"That's right! He did it all!"
Toru Amuro: "…………"
The blond young man at the cashier's counter stared intently at the notes section on the takeout order, as if trying to decipher state secrets from the scribbled "Less scallions, more sesame seeds." In the corner, two plainclothes police officers, their shoulders shaking and cheeks reddened from stifling laughter, feigned righteous indignation and shared hatred. "That's truly wicked! No wonder you hate him, Chaomu!"
That guy Matsuda...!
Fortunately, Amuro Toru's skin was darker, so his blush wasn't as noticeable, allowing him to maintain his expression. As soon as the proprietress finished packing up, he immediately took the food bag and hurriedly disappeared behind the swaying bamboo curtain.
"He's in such a hurry... If it were in the past, he'd probably just chat with the lady boss." Detective Chaomu frowned, keenly sensing something was amiss. "His client this time is definitely important, or maybe there's some conspiracy involving a massive overhaul of the entire food delivery industry...!"
She smelled a side quest—she had to give it a try!
"Wait, Xiao Chaomu! You haven't even finished your meal yet!"
Kenji Hagiwara smiled, but he remembered that most of his contemporaries were carrying out dangerous secret missions. He couldn't let Asami follow him, so he quickly grabbed her wrist, stood up, and pushed her back to her seat. He then sat down beside her, shielding her from the tatami. "It's dinner time now, so you're not allowed to focus on your work... All right, baby, baby, come back and sit down."
Matsuda Jinpei also reacted very quickly. He pushed Yukunran's rice to the other side and continued, "Besides, isn't your main job now housekeeping? That... little black face, if he works hard in other fields, it won't affect you too much."
"Why can't he influence me?" Pushed back into his seat by two NPCs, Chaomu could only reluctantly give up the thought of chasing after the black-faced man as he watched him completely disappear. He puffed up his cheeks and said disapprovingly, "He's going to get involved in my future target industry—"
"But Asagiri-chan hasn't gotten his driver's license yet, so there's absolutely no way she can compete with him in this area." Hagiwara Kenji expertly poured cold water on her ambitions, and when her eyes flashed with anger, he stroked her hair to soothe her. "It'll probably be next month before you get your license. Let him be arrogant for a while? Then Asagiri-chan can defeat him when he's at his most proud, okay?"
His words sounded quite pleasant. Chaomu hummed hesitantly, and indeed, he felt a sense of anticipation from his description: "That seems to be the case..."
"Anyway, you've already won a stage of victory. You chased that guy away with his tail between his legs." Matsuda held a fried shrimp in his mouth, the corners of his lips curling up unconsciously with gloating. "You can spare his life for now."
"Yes, yes..."
With their two-pronged approach, Chaomu was soon coaxed into submission.
But the next second, she narrowed her eyes slightly and scanned their faces: "Is it my illusion? I always feel that Hagiwara-kun and Matsuda-kun are protecting that little black face..."
It's not just the two of them. The attitudes of his adoptive father and Midorikawa Kei towards Amuro Toru also seem very subtle. Sometimes they even seem to protect each other...
Although the changes in their attitudes were subtle and seemingly flawless, Chaomu didn't actually catch any specific clues. But her keen intuition made her feel that something was amiss.
"Is it that the little black-faced guy is too charming? Or is it..." She pinched her chin, her eyes sharp, "Or is it that Hagiwara-kun and Matsuda-kun are actually..."
...Has it been discovered?
Hagiwara had long known that she was an intuitive person, and there was no expression on his face, but he was already carefully thinking about how to cover it up if something went wrong - although Xiao Chaomu was a good child, Xiao Jiangu had a special identity. Without the other party's permission, they obviously could not reveal the other party's identity, but had to find a way to help cover it up.
The next second, the girl with sharp intuition exclaimed in shock, "Could it be that Hagiwara-kun and Matsuda-kun are actually his potential clients? I didn't expect you to... Hmm."
Hagihara Kenji: "…………"
The smile on his face froze for two seconds, and he couldn't help but cover his face: "So why did Xiao Chaomu have this misunderstanding..."
"Eat your food! Stop saying such disgusting things!" Veins popped out on Matsuda's forehead. Unable to bear it any longer, he picked up a tempura shrimp and stuffed it into her mouth, blocking her mouth. "Don't let your imagination run wild—I'm perfectly normal!"
【Matsuda Jinpei resisted strongly.】
【Kenji Hagiwara strongly disagrees.】
The status bar couldn't lie; it was clear that neither of them had any feelings for Blackface. Chaomu, chewing on fried shrimp, reluctantly believed their stance.
That's good. She was thinking that after not seeing the little black-faced guy for a few days, his charm had increased to such an outrageous level... She was scared to death.
But even though she believed it, her dissatisfaction with Little Black Face still surged: "Then again, is Little Black Face completely innocent? The poor Charm D player already had very few friends. It's fine if he doesn't make friends with other players, but he actually wants to turn even these few friendly NPCs against him...!"
After searching the Amuro family's trash can for several nights in a row and finding nothing, Chaomu's anger finally reached its peak.
It's okay for a guy like Kurosawa Jin who has nothing in the trash can, but why wouldn't Amuro Toru even give her some ordinary trash?
The raccoon scratched at the trash can with her paws furiously. She poked her head out and looked at the young man sleeping soundly in bed. She felt a surge of anger: If she couldn't deliver the goods, then Black Face wouldn't be able to sleep well either! Since Black Face wouldn't even give her the trash, she would make up for it herself from somewhere else...!
After this period of upgrading, Chaomu's stealth skills had already reached proficiency. The blond young man, who slept very little and recovered his strength in a deep sleep, was completely unaware of her arrival. He was breathing steadily, his bare arms hanging from the quilt over the edge of the bed.
Tickle him! Hold his ankle and bang his pinky against the bedpost! Brush his teeth with mustard! Stuff cockroaches under his covers! Turn him into a cat-eared maid too!
The little raccoon squatted at the head of his bed, thinking from three o'clock to almost four o'clock, and the evil thoughts in his heart gurgled up one after another like bubbles.
Tickling and stubbing his toes were the first plans she ruled out. Carefully, she pawed back his blanket and saw his muscular calves covered in bandages and plasters, likely for recovery from overwork. This guy wasn't a particularly bad person, after all. Since he was already like this, Chaomu couldn't bring herself to do anything cruel to him: As the saying goes, workers should be considerate of workers, and the king of the rolls should be considerate of the king of the rolls.
Wasabi was nowhere to be found, and the cockroach-catching plan was completely thwarted by Toru Amuro's overly tidy house. The raccoon scratched his chin in annoyance, then finally set his sights on the mushrooms in his backpack.
If I turn him into a cat-ear maid, I feel like with Toru Amuro's low sense of shame, it might not have any real effect...
The next second, she squeezed her paws again, and a sudden realization struck her: Whether he'd be ashamed or not wasn't important! What mattered was that if she turned Blackface into a cat-eared maid, she'd get both visual and psychological pleasure. She could also take pictures, use them to threaten them, or show them to Hagiwara-kun and the others—let them witness the true face of the evil Blackface with their own eyes! And see if they'd still side with him!
A human-like evil smile appeared on the raccoon's furry round face, and the tip of its claws poked the prop mushroom in the backpack.
The next second, she suddenly realized that she had made a mistake: although her eyes were always on Amuro Toru, she failed to select the target first, but directly clicked to eat, and only selected Amuro Toru when the reading bar started.
By the time she realized what was happening, the three-second readout had already ended. The large raccoon shrank, and she could only watch as the handsome profile of the small black face enlarged before her eyes.
"...What have I turned into...a cockroach? That's not impossible..." Chaomu was not too nervous because she could always reload the game if things really didn't work. She glanced at her status bar and saw a new buff on it.
[Special Status: Rat (Limited Time: 72 hours)]
[Status Description: Congratulations, you've become a cute rat! Your trash can rummaging efficiency has improved! Concealment+++, Agility+++, Animal Instinct+]
[Unlock Achievement: Rat Attack!]
The player's avatar also changed from a raccoon to a small, gray mouse—more accurately, a hamster. Chaomu compared his own size to Amuro Toru's face, convinced himself that he wasn't one of those ferocious southern rats, though with a hint of regret.
It's not a cockroach, but it seems pretty good...
She stretched out her paws, and her small semicircular ears trembled on top of her head.
Compared to raccoons that appear in cities like Tokyo, hamsters are obviously inconspicuous and can appear anywhere. They can do whatever bad things everyone likes to do, and it doesn't matter if they are discovered - what kind of bad intentions do hamsters have?
The blond young man in the bed unconsciously turned over, and the quilt that had just been lifted was wrapped back around his waist. His sleeping face was surprisingly large in the hamster's perspective, his light golden eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and his warm breath moistened the hamster's whiskers.
The chubby hamster ball was still a little uncomfortable with using all fours, and it climbed over the soft pillow mountain in a somewhat awkward manner, stood in front of his face, and rubbed its pink front paws.
His tall nose looked a bit like chocolate, and Chaomu wanted to take a bite. Perhaps it was the buff, but her thinking became much simpler and more ruthless than usual. Without hesitation, she reached out her claws, grabbed his golden bangs, and bit the tip of his nose—remembering to control the pressure and not bite too hard.
“Hmm…”
Her force was neither too strong nor too weak, leaving a small, faint red mark on the tip of the blond's nose. Pulling hair was a bit harder than biting. Amuro frowned slightly, his eyes opening in his sleep at the slight sting. He sat up and said, "What is that..."
The chubby hamster tumbled down a cliff like a glutinous rice dumpling, landing plop-plop in his bed. Beneath the sheets, warm chest muscles rose and fell with each breath, and the scent of creamy shower gel filled his face. The hamster used all four paws to try to climb up, but its paw pads dug into the tight, sturdy texture, leaving several pale red marks on Amuro's chest. Ultimately, it found itself wedged in the grooves of his pectoral muscles, its dark eyes staring into the hazy, purple-gray eyes of the blond youth.
It can be considered as eating chocolate milk.
She thought calmly and took another bite of his chest.
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The author has something to say: Now the real little mouse is coming——
Gin (sitting up): There's a mouse?
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