Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 334 Lucky Prize
Senmu Yalan stood in the crowd and in order to fit in, she also clapped.

She tilted her head slightly and whispered to the Yaksha beside her: "Looking at this situation... can she leave now?"

"Of course, we are not perverted murderers," Yasha said, "There is nothing more exciting than witnessing mortals surpass themselves and sharing the joy of victory with the winners."

Although it was a bit inappropriate to ask, Senmu Yalan couldn't help but be curious: "Aren't you worried that she will be held accountable after she gets out?"

Yasha glanced at her with a rather intriguing look: "This is a private island. Do you know anything about private islands?"

"It is not uncommon to buy and sell islands in Japan. An island of 6000 square meters in Okinawa only costs 600 million US dollars, and some islands can even be bought for only yen. After all, there are more than islands in Japan, and most of them are uninhabited. It would be a pity not to buy and sell them."

"Private islands are actually similar to private residences. If the police do not have legal procedures such as search warrants, they are not allowed to go to the island to investigate without authorization... Of course, the police can go directly to the island in case of emergency or pursuit of fugitives. In order to avoid this situation, there are garrisons stationed on the island's coastline 24 hours a day."

"As long as there are no leaks of photos and no public pressure, the Metropolitan Police Department will not send anyone to investigate..."

At this point, Yasha paused and added: "Even if there is, it doesn't matter. The court will not approve the investigation order, because as I said just now, there are troops stationed here... Our customers are not only the Japanese. Everyone knows who is the real master of Japan."

Hearing this, Moriki Yalan's fingertips felt cold. She wanted to retort, saying that the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department would never be so incompetent.

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them.

Based on her understanding of Yuan Yuzi, she would definitely not pretend nothing happened after the latter left. Even if she was smashed to pieces and spent half her life, she would still investigate the matter thoroughly.

Yasha also tilted his head slightly, and moved his cheek closer, making Senmu Yalan feel a little uncomfortable. Yasha's eyes looked through the gap in the mask, as if he wanted to see through her inside and out, and he whispered:
"However, the vast majority of people will not leave easily, but will choose to stay."

Senmu Yalan wanted to ask 'why', but she soon realized that she was asking too many questions and might have aroused the other party's suspicion.

She stopped talking and changed the subject, trying to stir up Yasha's vanity again: "Oh, so that's how it is, so awesome... What should I call you?"

"Just call me 'Seven'."

"A code name? Very mysterious... Why does Mr. Qi know so much? Unlike me, I am stupid and still don't quite understand the rules..."

"Because I am one of the designers," Yasha's eyes under the mask faintly revealed a smile: "Ms. Moriki is not stupid at all."

Senmu Yalan was shocked. She didn't know how she was exposed. She subconsciously reached into her handbag and grabbed the broken pieces of the milk can, ready to stab the guy to death at any time. While others were still applauding, she quickly slipped away.

The other party seemed to have guessed what she wanted to do, and quickly took a step back, distanced himself, put his hands in front of him, and said, "Don't be impulsive, don't misunderstand, I have no ill intentions."

Senmu Yalan didn't reply, but looked up and down, probably thinking about where to start.

"If I had any bad intentions, I would have called for help from the beginning," he continued. "Don't lump me in with those crazy people."

"Aren't you the designer they hired?" Senmu Yalan thought it made sense, but she still didn't let her guard down.

"Who would have a good relationship with Party A?" Ah Qi asked back.

This really stumped Moriki Yalan. As the director of the office, she had also done some outsourcing work, so she naturally knew what he meant. Seeing her movements ease up a little, Ah Qi gradually put down his hands. He sat back in his chair and sighed, "It's really hard to work for others these days... To be honest, Asahara's aesthetics are really bad, you can see it from their previous church, which is full of the smell of money..."

He patted the chair next to him and invited, "Sit down and continue chatting?"

Senmu Yalan was skeptical. She looked around and didn't see any thugs approaching, so she sat down cautiously: "How did you find me?"

Ah Qi unbuttoned his suit and took out an electronic screen from the lining. It was covered with dense red dots. "Every believer who joins the church has a GPS positioning chip implanted in them. The monitoring room can see everything clearly. I also secretly left a backdoor..."

As he spoke, he pointed to an extremely prominent red dot in the middle of a blank space and said, "Look, this is you... conspicuous, right? So I came to see what's going on."

Hearing this, Sen Mu Ya Lan was horrified. She realized that it was not appropriate to stay here for long. She was about to leave when she heard Ah Qi continue to say, "This is really strange. Didn't the master check the surveillance today?"

"Master, is he responsible for watching the surveillance?" asked Senmu Yalan.

"What else? His job is just this: watching the surveillance, beating believers, catching fugitives... The surveillance room is not open to ordinary believers. Aum Shinrikyo claims that the master has supernatural powers and can communicate with gods, and the gods are watching everyone. It doesn't matter where you escape to."

Ah Qi shrugged, he scoffed at such foolish talk.

Senmu Yalan had experienced brainwashing in a small dark room, so she knew how terrible it was. Any ordinary person who didn't understand electronic equipment would probably believe this and even regard the master as an omniscient messenger of God.

"Since you are a designer, you should know where the exit is..."

She clutched the broken pieces of the milk jug again.

"I don't know," Ah Qi said, "'Seven' is my work number. Above that there are 65432 and Chief Designer. I only participated in the design of the Seven Sins Temple. I don't know about the others."

"Are you trying to fool a fool?" Senmu Yalan didn't believe it.

"Why, you want to leave?" Ah Qi asked back.

"What else?" said Senmu Yalan.

"Perhaps you haven't carefully experienced the charm of the new world," Ah Qi pointed at the prize on the giant screen and said, "Did you see that prize? The smallest denomination chip you just dropped is about this amount."

The moment he finished speaking, the giant electronic screen began to settle the bets, and the dealers in each block began to distribute chips.

A burst of cheerful music sounded, and the dealer walked up to Senmu Yalan with a tray full of chips and announced loudly that this lucky lady was the biggest winner of the night!

She originally wanted to calculate the approximate amount in her head, but she quickly gave up. To everyone present, money was just a number.

Even if you win a lot of money, what’s the point if you can’t take it with you?

Ah Qi seemed to have guessed her thoughts and whispered in her ear, "With this money, you can bet your life with anyone... including Asahara himself."

(End of this chapter)