CHAPTER 82: 73. WHEN LUO XINFU MEETS LUO XINFU (REQUESTING FIRST SUBSCRIPTION)_2

It’s a pity that I was brushed off just as I reached, not having had the chance to savor it carefully.

If something were to truly happen by chance, Fujiwara Reya wouldn’t mind; after all, he was no gentleman, not even counting as human. A junior is still a child, not quite suitable for him to make a move on, but playing ambiguous games with a young widow with ulterior motives—he felt no guilt about that.

One after another, they went up to the fourth floor.

They proceeded along the narrow corridor, stopping in front of the door with a "406" sign.

Kawashima Miki knocked twice, and the door immediately opened from the inside, revealing the face of a young woman with bright red hair.

She had a good appearance, a nice figure, wore a loose pink dress, and sported a pair of large earrings.

"Ah, Miki, what brings you here?" the red-haired woman asked, surprised.

"Brought a guest." Kawashima Miki stepped slightly to the side.

The red-haired woman looked at Fujiwara Reya behind her, even more surprised.

She couldn’t understand why such a handsome man would need to visit a nightlife establishment, and even more so why he, that big shot, needed the regal and aloof Empress to personally bring him over.

"Step out for a moment, don’t disturb us here," Kawashima Miki instructed coldly.

"Ah, oh..."

The red-haired woman glanced somewhat regretfully at Fujiwara Reya, leaving with a sense of loss.

"This is the previous workroom of the lady who killed my husband," Kawashima Miki said, standing at the entrance of the bathhouse curtain.

"Who was that red-haired woman?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"Brought in as a replacement," Kawashima Miki smiled faintly, "You can’t just waste the space because there was a killer here."

Fujiwara Reya lifted the bathhouse curtain, saying to her, "I’ll take a look first, and report the findings to you later."

"Alright, I’ll go to the bathroom."

Kawashima Miki turned around, letting out a breath of relief, and jogged to the washroom.

Entering the bathhouse, Fujiwara Reya turned on the lights.

Cold white light poured down, illuminating the bamboo flooring.

In the middle of the room was a three-square-meter bath. The color of the tiles reflected the greenish water, surrounded by smooth pebbles with artificial flowers blooming in the gaps, creating the ambiance of a natural hot spring.

There was a massage chair by the pool, an old-fashioned steam bath box, and a cabinet in the corner with small wooden basins holding an assortment of lubricants, and a bottle resembling hand soap. Several clean towels were hung on a clothes rack beside the cabinet.

Fujiwara Reya meticulously inspected every corner multiple times, even moving the cabinet to look behind it.

He found plenty of items like women’s hair, contraceptive packaging, the dried carcass of a moth, and spiderwebs under the cabinet; all ordinary things without any traces of residual energy or demonic power attached.

Moreover, everything in the room had more or less traces of the red-haired woman’s presence, which indicated she had been there quite some time, and remained safe and sound.

After pacing around a few times, Fujiwara Reya lay down on the massage chair, his gaze continuing to survey the surroundings.

Beside the massage chair was a small table, with a half-empty bottle of beer, likely left behind by the red-haired woman. Opposite, a television on the wall was playing a comedy show, with bursts of audience laughter echoing occasionally.

Fujiwara Reya picked up the remote and turned off the TV, biting his lip to gather his thoughts.

He could be certain that there was nothing unusual here, the red-haired woman was the best proof.

In contrast, he felt Kawashima Miki’s behavior was even more peculiar. From the moment they entered, she seemed constantly trying to delay time, to keep him there as long as possible, even resorting to giving him a small advantage.

A sacrifice that great must have some motive.

Fujiwara Reya stood up, checked the entire bathroom once more, then returned to the massage chair to lie down again.

Images of his first encounter with Kawashima Miki floated in his mind, contemplating whether it was a coincidence or deliberately orchestrated, if the latter, was her purpose at the Onmyo-ryo to request a priest for exorcism?

But if it was indeed for exorcism, she should have quickly led him to inspect the site.

If not, then why go to the Onmyo-ryo... Fujiwara Reya took out the business card Kawashima Miki gave him from his bag, carefully examining it under the light, sniffing the rose scent matching her body fragrance.

"Kawashima Miki..."

Fujiwara Reya flipped it over, finding nothing written on the back.

"She was married, but didn’t take her husband’s surname, his last name was Hiraki, an Extreme Path boss..."

Staring blankly at the business card, Fujiwara Reya pondered its meaning repeatedly.

From Kawashima Miki’s behavior at the Onmyo-ryo that day, she seemed indifferent to her husband’s life and death, even giving off a sense of wishing he would die sooner, in line with her claims of a bad relationship. But no matter how bad it was, it wouldn’t be expected that she’d be so eager and impatient with a young stranger just half a month after her husband’s death...

After pondering for a while, he still had no leads.

Fujiwara Reya’s thoughts shifted back to Kawashima Miki’s conduct tonight, from demeanor to attire, there was a sense of deliberate seduction, her words filled with implications, and her actions not pure.

And then there was that cocktail named Empress.

In the environment of the third floor, he couldn’t discern much at the time, but after calming down and thinking it over, he realized there was a major issue with the drink.

Drinking it felt like his body was instantly ignited, his mood agitated.