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Kanomama wa hatsukoi no hito - Interlude 4

Interlude: Itomi Manako

"People sure come up with interesting ideas," thought Itomi Manako, known by her online handle 'It'sme'.

One of Itomi’s real-world jobs—an assignment for the investigation agency—came from a friend she met through an online game.

"No way, I never imagined it would connect like this. But because of that, I was able to take it easy."

The request to look into a certain deceased person, to put it simply, was wrapped up quickly.

The world is surprisingly small, she thinks. Although it was a request from an SNS group made up of people from her hometown, the sheer coincidence feels almost like a miracle.

The` other` party` was just as shocked.

"To think he could come up with all this from something so trivial… He should just become a writer or something."

In reality, that suspicion turned out to be correct. Moreover, in terms of simple tasks, it was a job that could be wrapped up with just one phone call.

“Since cogy is a student, maybe I’ll knock a little off the fee… after all, he shared such an interesting story with me.”

Moreover, getting the person she tracked down to cooperate will be at no cost.

"He’d definitely not going to refuse, right?"

The detective chuckles quietly. She promised to get a sneak peek at that moment. Just the viewing fee alone would be worth it.

"That looks interesting~. I’m really looking forward to it! I’m so excited!"

Saying that, Itomi clicked the send button on her email client.

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