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The receptionist was stunned for a moment, then quickly adjusted his face to a flattering expression. He gestured outward with both hands in a welcoming manner. The reason the receptionist was a bit surprised is because the membership system of the yacht club is actually a social circle of the upper class. Most of the regular guests are introduced by acquaintances and friends, and they usually come in groups. Or they join the membership after going out to sea for fun or attending banquets. It's not common to see a gentleman like the one in front of him who gets straight to the point.
The receptionist escorted the gentleman to the front desk and then hurried back to the entrance. The front desk was manned by a beautiful young woman named Misaka Naomi. She had just graduated from university and was currently working part-time.
"Hello, sir. May I ask how I should address you?" Naomi asked cautiously, while her female colleague beside her yawned and looked disinterested.
"Um, my name is Shuichi Ito," the chubby man replied. Naomi also entered his name into the computer and asked for his basic information, such as occupation, phone number, and even income. Due to the previous incident involving the employee Ueno To at the yacht club, the company was under investigation by the police, so the security check for people entering and leaving the premises had become stricter. However, Naomi couldn't help but wonder how someone like Ueno To, who was not well-off, could have been so brutally murdered and dismembered. Although she was only a receptionist, she remembered the last time he went to the front desk to register before going out to sea. He was usually quiet, but that time he looked at Naomi with a fierce expression and urgently urged her to register his departure. He muttered to himself, "I must torture this pervert!" Now she thought that he probably had a conflict with someone, which led to the tragedy. As Naomi pondered these messy thoughts, she entered the information for this person named Shuichi Ito. The murder had indeed had a significant impact on the yacht club, and some of the elite members were not keen on getting involved in such matters. As a result, the club's activities were not as lively as before.
"Hello, to register as a membership, you need to pay a certain membership fee first. It's a total of 50,000 yen," Naomi said enthusiastically to Ito.
"Um, can I pay by card?" Ito hastily took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Naomi. Embarrassingly, the card didn't have enough balance. Naomi looked at Ito, not knowing how to respond.
Ito clearly noticed the issue and awkwardly searched through his pockets. He gave a sheepish smile to Naomi. Finally, he managed to find another card in his pocket and handed it to Naomi for payment.
"I have no money but still signed up for a membership, pretending to be rich. Haha," the female colleague next to Ito commented as he left after completing the process. Naomi also felt that this gentleman was different from the extravagant big shots she had encountered before, looking so embarrassed in terms of temperament. However, she didn't think much about it and immersed herself in her normal work again...
For daily repetitive work, this incident was like a small stone thrown into a pond. Although it caused some ripples, it quickly subsided. After a few days, Naomi probably had no impression of this Ito guest. Suddenly, a call came today.
"Hello, how are you?" Naomi politely said.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and then said, "Excuse me, I joined membership, why haven't there been any corresponding activities arranged? When was the most recent event?" It turned out to be the previous Ito gentleman, Naomi realized, thinking to herself that this Ito gentleman was quite interesting. She continued, "Hello, our member activities are only held on Saturdays. This Saturday, we will have a dinner party, and everyone will have the chance to meet you." "Oh, I see. Okay," and then the call was disconnected. Naomi listened to the beeping sound on the other end of the phone and felt a bit puzzled.
Saturday arrived as scheduled, and Naomi clearly remembered the phone call from Mr. Ito. So she specifically called Mr. Ito to explain the time, location, and details of the evening banquet. After Mr. Ito hesitantly agreed and said no more, he hung up the phone.
As night fell, the banquet hall on the yacht lit up with various gorgeous decorative lights, shining brightly and outshining the stars in the sky. The dedicated wine reception area of over 100 square meters in the clubhouse was brilliantly lit. At this moment, elegant dance music floated through every corner as the band played. In the spacious dance floor, several couples danced gracefully and beautifully. The distinguished guests, with extraordinary temperament and elegant manners, conversed quietly, occasionally making the sound of clinking glasses. These successful gentlemen almost all brought female companions, with the male-to-female ratio close to one-to-one. With exquisite clothing, fine wine and cuisine, and elevated song and dance, the entire gathering became a fashion show, a competitive arena of beauty. Amidst enthusiastic applause, the host, dressed in a white off-the-shoulder evening gown with elegant French-style hair bun, emerged from the VIP lounge and gracefully ascended the stage. It was almost unbelievable that such a beautiful and elegant woman existed in the world. Her charming smile was like a gorgeous peony in full bloom, or a gentle rising sun, brightening the surroundings. Her noble and pure temperament involuntarily evoked feelings of worship, closeness, and protection.
The impromptu speech by the female host won applause throughout the venue. Her dancing was outstanding, with her swaying waist and flying skirt resembling a slowly blooming blue lotus in the clouds. When she danced swiftly, only a blue shadow spinning and moving rapidly could create a human-made rain. Today, she seemed even more beautiful, as she twirled gracefully, as if showcasing herself. Realizing that the guests were watching her, she danced with even more power. Her blue clothes fluttered in the wind, and her long hair scattered. Such a beautiful dance would surely astonish even the goddess of beauty.
Just as everyone was amazed by the graceful dance moves of the host, Ito watching coldly from the side noticed the target. He held his breath and stared at the other person, observing his next move carefully.
Sure enough, when the female host finished her performance and exited to the backstage, a dark figure entered Ito's line of sight. He didn't stand out in the crowd, but walked with a slight stagger, making it difficult to see his face under the lowered brim of his hat, giving the impression of an old man.
Ito immediately followed him in. The corridor leading to the backstage was dimly lit, and he could only vaguely see the wooden floor through the front lights. With a swift step, he rushed to the front and forcefully tackled the figure in front of him. Due to his excessive weight, he directly pressed the other person, making it difficult for them to breathe. He triumphantly removed the figure's hat and said to him:
"I finally caught you, Mr. Sagawa Shinsuke."
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