Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

At that moment, something floated off the pillow and landed on the ground.

An Zeliang bent down and picked it up; it was a photograph.

The main subject of the photo is Junichi Watanabe, who looks much younger than he does now, and he is holding a child in his arms.

The two stood at the entrance of the amusement park. Junichi Watanabe was smiling happily, but the child's face was expressionless, as if the amusement park behind him had nothing to do with him.

The photo has yellowed, indicating that it was taken a long time ago.

Furthermore, the photo has many scratches and tears on the edges and corners, which is only noticeable when it is frequently held in someone's hand.

This phenomenon only occurs when viewed.

The fact that Junichi Watanabe kept this photo with him for so long suggests that the child in the photo must have held special significance for him.

Is it his child?

Or is this one of his "disciples"? After all, some psychopathic killers like to guide others down the same path in order to perpetuate their glorious achievements.

Thinking of this, An Zeliang took out his phone and took a picture of the yellowed photo.

He certainly wouldn't let go of such a clue.

The phone's flash went off, and while An Zeliang was taking pictures, he noticed a thick stack of letters piled up next to the bedding, near the wall.

After taking the photos, An Zeliang put his phone away, returned the photos to their original place, and then bent down to pick up the letters and began to look through them, trying to find any useful clues.

Sure enough, anything a serial killer keeps by his pillow must be something extraordinary.

"...I've already seen your masterpiece on television. It's truly a remarkable work; the repositioning of the broken limbs is so beautiful, it's almost divine..."

"After completing the work with you last time, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for a whole week. I really look forward to collaborating with you again..."

[...I've already seen the progress of this investigation on the police station's intranet. The investigators have been completely misled by the clues you left...]

As An Zeliang read through the letters, he became certain that the writer had been corresponding with Watanabe Junichi for a long time, and that the person's access to the police station's intranet meant that he was a police officer!

No wonder, in the previous simulation, after the police discovered Junichi Watanabe's secret room, they completely blocked the news in order to avoid causing public panic.

Even so, Tamamo was still killed.

If Junichi Watanabe's accomplice was a police officer, then it would make sense.

Moreover, this person was clearly very cautious; the letters he sent did not reveal any personal information whatsoever.

All we know is that he is a police officer, but where he works and whether he has been involved in the investigation of the murder case are all unknown.

The only clue about this mysterious accomplice is that photo we just saw.

An Zeliang finished reading the letters and put them back in their original places. He then carefully checked the entire house but found no other new clues.

He stood in front of the wall covered with photos of the victims and began to think seriously.

Now, what should we do with this locked room...?

Calling the police is the best option, as it's the only way to clear Tamamo's parents' names. However, calling the police now would expose Tamamo's information and might even lead to that pervert in the police station making a move sooner.

We must protect Tamamo-san while revealing the fact that Junichi Watanabe is the serial rapist and murderer.

Based on past simulation experience, the exposure of the killer's locked room was what led to Tamamo's death.

So that accomplice is still unaware of the importance that Tamamo Yuki holds for Watanabe Junichi.

Otherwise, he should have made his move on Tamamo after Junichi Watanabe died.

Thinking of this, he looked at the Tamamo sign on the door of the innermost room.

Looking at the photo of Xing, An Zeliang turned his head and looked at the yellowed photo on the pillow in the corner. He had found a solution.

Anze Liang walked into the room filled with photos of Tamamo Yuki, tore all the photos off the wall and put them into his bag.

Then he opened the folder on the table and took out Tamamo's transcript, admission notice, and various award certificates, while leaving the investigation records and news reports of Tamamo's parents' case inside.

He then put the black diary into his bag, since the contents of it directly pointed to Tamamo-san.

After doing all this, Anze Liang went outside, gently took down the photo of Tamamo Yuki on the door, and replaced it with the photo of Watanabe Junichi holding a child.

In this way, there are no more clues about Tamamo in this room.

After some final thought, An Zeliang decided to take the correspondence between the murderer and his accomplices with him. There might be some hidden clues in it, and he didn't want to hand over such important information to those irresponsible Japanese police officers.

In this way, the other things left in this house are enough to prove Junichi Watanabe's crimes, and then the injustice done to Tamamo's deceased parents can be cleared.

Before leaving, he checked the house one last time. An Zeliang confirmed that there were no more clues that could lead to Tamamo being targeted. Then he took the things out and hid them in a secluded corner. He then took out his phone and dialed the police.

"I want to call the police. I just saw a thief run out of a room. I followed him and found that the room was full of bloody photos!"

"Yes, it's not an online photo, it looks like a murder photo, the address is..."

Not long after, a police car pulled up downstairs.

Two policemen got out of the car; one was fat and the other thin, the fat one looking noticeably older.

As soon as they got out of the car, they saw An Zeliang standing at the entrance of the building.

The overweight policeman asked impatiently, "Did you call the police?"

An Zeliang nodded.

"Yes, officer, I found bloody photos all over the walls of the house. They must be related to the murder!"

The fat policeman gave a dismissive sneer.

"These kids nowadays like to do these scary things. I bet it's some kind of cosplay party again. Kid, don't be afraid, go home now."

As he spoke, the fat policeman waved his hand, preparing to leave with the thin policeman.

Anze Liang was speechless. He had already witnessed the unreliability of the Japanese police in his own apartment building.

Are they not even planning to go inside and take a look...?

It seems quite difficult to expect these people to find the accomplice.

At this moment, several residents of the community passed by and saw the police car parked there. They went up to take a look out of curiosity.

"Why are there police officers? Has something happened?" an older woman asked.

The chubby policeman turned around and said, "It's nothing, a young man was causing trouble..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Zeliang interrupted him.

"Auntie, something terrible has happened! There's a room in this building... inside..."

The photos are all from murder scenes; the murderer might be the owner of that house!

"What? A murderer!"

The woman's expression immediately tensed up.

"Has the murderer been caught yet?"

An Zeliang shook his head.

“I called the police, but the two officers said there was nothing wrong and they didn’t want to go in to check.”

Upon hearing An Zeliang's words, the residents immediately erupted in uproar.

"What?! How can you police be so irresponsible?!"

"That's a murderer! What if he kills someone in the neighborhood?"

"You're the police! If you don't arrest the criminals, who will?"

Several onlookers were very agitated, making the two policemen look rather disheveled.

The fat policeman hurriedly shouted:

"Please rest assured, if there really are criminals, we will definitely catch them. Let's go in and check now!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the thin policeman.

"Go in and check. If everything's alright, come out quickly and don't worry everyone!"

Although he muttered very softly, An Zeliang, who was standing right next to him, still heard him.

The thin policeman obeyed and went inside, and a short while later, he ran out in a panic.

"What that child said is true; it really does look like the murderer's residence! Senior, what should we do?"

Upon hearing this, the fat policeman's expression changed.

"Go and watch the door, don't let anyone else in!"

After speaking with the thin policeman, the fat policeman hurriedly walked to the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie, and called for backup.

Are there really murderers?

"Oh my god, that's terrifying! Could he still be in our neighborhood?!"

"Are those police officers reliable? Can we really count on them?"

Upon seeing the police's actions, the onlookers started discussing again.

Before long, the sound of sirens came from afar, growing ever closer.

In a short while, several police cars drove up and parked downstairs, and more than a dozen police officers opened the car doors and jumped out.

Some police officers rushed into Junichi Watanabe's house, while others set up a cordon outside to prevent others from approaching.

A policeman called An Zeliang aside.

"Excuse me, how did you find this room?"

An Zeliang answered calmly.

"I had just finished chatting with my classmates and was on my way home when a masked man who looked like a thief rushed out of this room and bumped into me."

"That person looked flustered and disappeared in an instant. I was worried that something might have happened inside the room, so I wanted to check the situation inside... I never expected there to be such a terrifying thing inside! I immediately called the police."

The police recorded An Zeliang's words and then made him wait in the back of the police car. After all, he was a key eyewitness and they couldn't just let him go.

An Zeliang sat in the police car, quietly watching the police officers outside busily working.

At that moment, he saw a policeman come out of the building, carrying a transparent evidence bag containing the photo that An Zeliang had swapped on the door.

An Zeliang felt relieved. With the photo in the police's hands, combined with his previous statement, he could guide the police to make connections, thus triggering a series of actions...

The police investigation is ongoing.