Tokyo Detective

Chapter 58 Home Intruder

As night falls, the two doors of Naoki Hanyu's new home are closed, and dim lights are shining both in the yard and inside the house.

The light was on in the master bedroom on the first floor. Naoki Hanyu was checking clues of cases in his jurisdiction, familiarizing himself with the merits he could strive for, and learning the details of the death of the previous resident of his new home.

I only had a brief understanding of it before, but now I see that it is indeed a very serious case. No wonder the housing price was reduced from 3 million to 1.8 million.

The father, mother, and younger brother were all slashed in the throat and twisted into a kneeling position, which was extremely brutal. The worst was the 10-year-old daughter, who was stripped naked by the murderer and bled to death from knife wounds all over her body. The autopsy report showed no signs of being violated.

This is strange. If he is a perverted murderer, why wouldn't he do that kind of thing?

Why?
Naoki Hanyu couldn't figure it out so he didn't care. After several years, maybe the murderer had escaped to somewhere unknown. Besides, it was not a case under his jurisdiction, so he decided to start living a self-disciplined life.
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Two hours later, in the bathroom, Hanyu Naoki finished his exercise and was planning to take a shower and go to bed, but at this moment he was staring at his facial cleanser in a daze, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

There was no problem with the shampoo, the shower gel seemed to have moved a little, and the facial cleanser was definitely not placed in this position originally, and the lid was also rather loose, which was not his usual habit.

Has anyone touched his daily necessities?

Suspicion arose, and Naoki Hanyu put on his clothes and took his gun and walked around the house. His suspicion became even stronger.

Someone had actually entered his new home, and the layout that had just been put in place in the afternoon had been slightly altered.

Killer, enemy, or thief?
This was what Naoki Hanyu suspected, but unfortunately he didn't find anyone suspicious after searching around until he found an inconspicuous note in the corner.

"careful?"

Be careful about what?
Parasites are people who have no fixed residence and live illegally in other people's homes. They come out only when no one is in the house and use the daily necessities and furniture in the house, treating themselves as invisible owners.

It’s creepy to think that someone is hiding in your house and watching your movements without you knowing.

It was late at night, and the moon in the sky cast a golden veil over the city.

A young woman woke up in a windowless room. She felt a dull pain in her head and soon remembered what happened before she was knocked unconscious.

"No, where's Clay?"

Without waiting for the woman to get up, a dark figure raised a baseball bat behind her. A few seconds later, the bat was swung down, leaving a few traces of blood and a motionless woman.

The room fell silent again. The shadow watched the woman without making any further move. She just put down the baseball bat and picked up a fire axe. Then she opened the narrow wooden door and crawled out of the closet in the guest room. Her appearance was illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window.

He has messy short hair, a dark Southeast Asian skin color, a handsome face that can be described as having some looks, and a pair of red eyes.

The man muttered to himself and walked out of the room step by step without making any sound.

"This is my home, this is my territory, no one can take it away."

The man quickly and quietly opened the door of the master bedroom. Naoki Hanyu was lying on the bed sleeping soundly, and had no idea someone had broken in.

Just like that, the axe was slowly raised, and the bloodshot eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The next second, the axe fell and chopped the entire bed sheet into pieces, and Hanyu Naoki's head was also chopped off.

The man growled again when he saw his target was dead.

“No one can take my home away from me.”

Suddenly, fire flashed across the room, followed by a gunshot, and the bullet hit the man's shoulder.

Naoki Hanyu's voice came from inside the closet.

"Your tone of voice is weird. You must be Southeast Asian. Which country are you from? Who sent you here?" He asked without getting a response. The man with injured shoulder just let out a low roar. He ignored the pain and dual-wielded the fire axes again. When he saw the target walking out of the cabinet, he rushed up directly.

"bang bang bang"

The police gun with a silencer had run out of bullets, but the Southeast Asian man did not fall down. Instead, he roared again and continued to chop down with the axe.

"Boom"

Naoki Hanyu turned around to avoid the axe, and his newly bought wardrobe was instantly chopped into scraps, which surprised him greatly.

This red-named guy is really strong. The most exaggerated thing is that he can still be so brave after being shot 4 times. What a joke. At this time, a strange thought came to my mind. Could it be that this guy killed the whole family of the previous owner?

Naoki Hanyu's mind was full of thoughts, but his hands were not slow.

iron fist
The metal fist hit the man's chest with a hammer, causing him to let out a strange scream. Blood and internal organs spurted out from the bullet hole, and his whole body flew 4 meters away and hit the wall, unable to get up for a while.

Naoki Hanyu saw the enemy struggling to get up and fall down again, then he turned on the light bulb to see clearly what the monster in front of him was.

With weak limbs and delicate facial features, he looks like a handsome young Southeast Asian man. Why can he behave like a monster? Is he taking drugs?

Some strong hallucinogenic drugs can indeed cause people to ignore pain and increase adrenaline. The ancient Vikings' berserkers probably used similar methods. But hallucinogenic drugs are probably not so exaggerated. This person was hit by four bullets and still looked fine.

Naoki Hanyu loaded the bullets again. He had no intention of approaching the monster-like man. He just wanted to kill him with his gun.

At this moment, a hurried female voice sounded.

"Please don't kill Kle."

Naoki Hanyu looked at the woman who appeared at the door. She was wearing simple clothes and had short brown hair. She looked like an adult. He didn't know whether to call her a woman or a girl. Her facial features were pretty and there was blood on her head.

Naoki Hanyu pointed the gun at the other party and asked.

"Who are you, who is he, and why are you in my house?"

The woman trembled when she saw the gun pointed at her, and answered truthfully nervously.

"My name is Tao Ze Yi Hua, and his name is Ke Lei. He is a Khmer and was also a technical intern. The two of us are parasites, or leeches."

As a policeman, Naoki Hanyu certainly knows these three names, and each name is troublesome.

He remembered that in his previous life, there was a movie called Parasite in Korea which was about this kind of parasite, and there were similar movies in Europe and the United States.

As for leeches, they are an advanced version of parasites. They rely on parasitizing on the lives of others to obtain resources, just like leeches sucking other people's blood, and their criminal tendencies are very serious.

Naoki Hanyu was once involved in a case in which leeches killed the homeowner. The reason was that the homeowner returned home early and found the leeches, so he was killed. In the end, the murderer was not caught because there were few clues.

Strictly speaking, these people are rarer than vagrants, but more dangerous than gangsters. They are numb, dark, and have all kinds of negative emotions. If their owners find them, their lives may be in danger.

As for technical interns, it is an alternative name for foreign students.

Japanese companies bring local employees from overseas to Japan for training and work. These are technical interns, or simply legal illegal workers, used to supplement the labor force shortage caused by the declining birth rate.

I heard that the wages for technical interns are very low, and many of them cannot stand the 12-hour high-intensity work every day and will escape from their employers' factories. As for their whereabouts and details, he has never known about them.

Naoki Hanyu instinctively felt that the two guys were troublemakers. If the woman who called herself Momozawa Ikka had not had a white name with gray undertones, he would not have given them a chance to explain.

(End of this chapter)