With that, Tanjiro put down the package he had brought.
"Wow, so many!"
Looking at so many packages, the two girls couldn't help but sigh.
"These are all gifts for Koinatsu, the Oiran."
"I see."
One of the girls nodded, a look of understanding on her face.
"After that gentleman arrived, Koinatsu Oiran seems to have received more gifts than before."
"What? I didn't hear you?"
"No, no."
She quickly covered her companion's mouth, and the other girl smiled and changed the subject.
"The so-called 'escape' means fleeing here before paying off one's debts. If you get caught, it's a serious matter."
"I see..."
Nodding, Tanjiro indicated that he already understood.
"I've heard that some people have successfully run away with the men who like them."
"Um, you guys seem to know a lot about these things."
"Not much, just a little bit of information."
Despite the other party's answer, Tanjiro still wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about Suma.
"Um, do you know someone named Suma..."
Just then, a woman's voice rang out from behind them.
"Let's stop discussing those rumors. Nobody knows whether they actually escaped or not, right?"
Turning their heads, they saw Koinatsu standing at the door.
Seeing that Koinatsu had returned, the two girls wisely kept quiet.
"Yes."
After glancing at the package Tanjiro brought, Koinatsu knew why he had come here.
"Thank you for helping me move my things."
As she spoke, she took out some snacks and placed them in Tanjiro's hands.
"These snacks are for you. Eat them quietly by yourself."
Seeing this, the two girls also expressed that they wanted to eat it too.
"The Oiran, the Oiran, I want to eat her too."
"Yes, yes, I want to try it again."
With a sigh, Koinatsu spoke slowly.
"You two, didn't you just eat? You're such little gluttons."
With a blink, Tanjiro distributed the sweets in his hand to the two girls.
After he finished distributing the items, he suddenly asked Koinatsu a question.
"Um, Oiran, do you know someone named Suma?"
A glint of light flashed in Koinatsu's eyes, and her brows furrowed slightly, but she quickly relaxed.
"Why ask such a question?"
"That..."
Speechless for a moment, Tanjiro knew that as a newcomer, he really had no reason to ask about these things.
If we don't give a suitable reason, or say the wrong thing, we probably won't be able to get any more information from Suma.
Realizing that Koinatsu was somewhat wary, Tanjiro's mind raced as he considered how to respond.
Finally, his lips twitched violently, as if he had choked, and he managed to squeeze out a few words.
"That... Suma is my... older sister."
Hearing Tanjiro's answer, Koinatsu and the two girls all showed expressions of shock.
"After your sister, were you also sold to the Entertainment District?"
"Yes... yes."
He still had a choked expression on his face. As an honest man, Tanjiro simply couldn't maintain a normal expression when he was lying.
"I used to correspond with my sister, but for some reason, it suddenly stopped."
"So that's how it is..."
Hearing this, Koinatsu temporarily believed Tanjiro's words.
Even so, she still didn't reveal everything she knew.
What she told Tanjiro was a mixture of truth and lies.
Even so, it was still important information for Tanjiro.
"Is that so? Thank you, Koinatsu, the Oiran."
After listening, Tanjiro bowed slightly and thanked Koinatsu.
"Knowing this much is already quite good."
With that, Tanjiro tried to leave.
Just then, the Scribe's voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you two talking about over there?"
Tanjiro and Koinatsu both showed joy upon seeing the Scribe's appearance.
"Mister Scribe, I..."
"Sir, there is something I would like to tell you."
When Scribe heard that both of them wanted to talk to him, he was taken aback for a moment.
Then, he clenched his right fist and tapped his left hand with a knowing look on his face.
"Okay, I understand what you mean."
His gaze swept over Tanjiro and Koinatsu, then he scratched his face and sighed helplessly.
"We're all on the same side, what are you two arguing about?"
Chapter 382 How Could It Be You?
Tanjiro and Koinatsu exchanged a glance, and both saw shock in each other's eyes.
At that moment, they realized that the other party knew the Scribe.
Moreover, their relationship is quite close.
"You two chat, I'm going back to drinking."
As he had the two little girls carry the wine bottles and follow him, the Scribe's face once again revealed a carefree and irresponsible expression.
At this moment, Hagimoto House, Tengen Uzui, disguised as a guest, also left.
"Nothing unusual today either. Sure enough, they won't easily reveal their true colors."
Although he had a bad feeling, he did not detect any ghostly presence.
It was as if everything was covered by something.
"The method of concealing one's presence is ingenious yet very effective."
Touching his chin, Tengen Uzui pondered for a moment and realized that this opponent was not so simple.
"Could it be that this time the opponent is an Upper Rank demon?"
"If that's the case, there might be a spectacular battle."
As he left, he winked at Inosuke.
Unfortunately, the other party simply shook their head.
"Let's go and meet up with the Mister Scribe first."
With this in mind, Tengen Uzui decided to go find the Scribe first to exchange information about the current situation.
After Tengen Uzui left Hagimoto House, Inosuke finally made a new discovery.
At the corner of the corridor, he overheard two women talking.
"I wonder if Miss Makio is alright. She has locked herself in her room for several days now."
"Yes, yes, I heard it's because he's not feeling well, but he doesn't want to go to the hospital to see a doctor."
The woman standing to the side nodded and said.
"Almost. The landlady is probably going to drag him out. I just brought her some food."
"Unfortunately, the door was not open, so we can only leave it at the door for now."
Hearing their conversation, Inosuke's eyes lit up.
The name matches, and the background is also very strange, which matches the information obtained before.
However, what puzzled him was whether such a small matter as poor health was a reason for cutting off contact.
According to Tengen, his wives were all ninjas, so they should have had this much stamina.
With a face full of doubt, he walked in the direction the two women had come from.
"They must have come from this side."
He hadn't walked far when he felt his clothes were very hot.
Instinctively, he wanted to take his clothes off.
"Wearing this thing makes me feel incredibly sluggish."
For Inosuke, being clothed in a building was practically torture.
In addition, he couldn't speak to gather intelligence.
As for the reason why he couldn't speak, he couldn't help but think of the evaluation that Tengen had given him back then.
He pointed to his head while looking at himself with disdain.
"Your voice is too rough, you absolutely must not speak."
"He's too lazy to even use a falsetto; once he starts speaking, people will immediately recognize him as a man."
Thinking about this made Inosuke furious.
Nevertheless, he still planned to go find Makio first.
On the other side, in Makio's room, a figure was sitting in a chair.
His head was bowed, and his body trembled slightly, as if he were undergoing some kind of torture.
"Come on, tell me, what exactly are you here to do?"
A strange sound echoed in the room, its source impossible to pinpoint.
"Makio, Makio, answer me, Makio."
"I..."
The figure sitting in the chair slowly raised his head; it was Makio, one of Tengen Uzui's wives.
However, at this moment, the veins on her forehead were bulging, and large beads of sweat were sliding down her cheeks.
The arms hanging at the sides of the body tried to be raised, but were stopped by some force and could not be moved.
Give up, Makio. You should know that in my hands, you're nothing but a toy.