Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

"???"

"... "

Listening to their discussion, An Zeliang was speechless for a moment.

I can understand people liking things like "absolute territory" (the area between the top of the roof and the bottom of the roof).

There's another pervert here.

"Guluuluulu..."

Meanwhile, the chicken soup in the living room was ready.

A pleasant fragrance wafted over.

The henchmen stopped talking and began to swallow.

An Zeliang turned around and walked to the table, ladling soup into bowls as he called out.

"I'll send you the soup!"

"Thank you all for your hard work today. This pot of chicken soup is on me, please have a drink and replenish your energy."

The bald man initially thought this pot of chicken soup was just another excuse for An Zeliang to extort him. Unexpectedly, An Zeliang voluntarily said the word "free."

"I didn't expect you to be such a nice person." The henchman nodded, giving him the "friend card."

Afterwards, the younger brothers also sat down at the table, each serving themselves a bowl of chicken soup and drinking it.

The chicken is tender and the soup base is flavorful.

"It tastes so good, it reminds me of my mom's cooking when I was a kid."

The bald man couldn't help but sigh.

I don't know if it's because he's been busy for too long today and hasn't eaten anything.

After drinking the chicken soup, I feel warm all over.

It felt like I was drowsy from eating too much, a bit weak and listless.

"If it tastes good, drink more."

An Zeliang said with a smile, reaching out to fill everyone's cups.

Bang!

A high-quality wrench slipped from its grip and fell to the floor.

"..."

The thugs all lowered their heads, their eyes widening in confusion.

"Brother Xiao Liang, how come a wrench fell out of your pocket?"

But before they could get a reply, they all felt dizzy.

not good!

then.

Before they could react, they collapsed to the ground in disarray.

Chapter 132, Section 130: Finding a Wife!

"I didn't expect this drug to be so effective. It seems the boss wasn't lying to me after all," An Zeliang muttered to himself, looking at the thugs lying on the ground.

When I bought the medicine, the shopkeeper smiled and said that just a small pinch would be enough to knock out an adult sow. Looking at these people sleeping like dead pigs, I can be sure the shopkeeper wasn't lying; he's an honest man.

Then, out of caution, An Zeliang checked again and confirmed that the thugs were all unconscious. He then picked up the wrench from the ground, tucked it into his waistband, and went into the bathroom to get a rope.

In order to prevent attacks from the "scumbag killer," An Zeliang had previously purchased a lot of legal "weapons and equipment," including date rape drugs, aphrodisiacs, nylon ropes, whips, and so on.

Perfect timing, the nylon rope can come in handy now.

In no time, An Zeliang had tied up the bald man and the others. During the process, he also checked the bald man and the others to make sure they were not carrying any dangerous weapons before standing up.

Then, he put all the tools he had hidden on his body back into the toolbox. Just as he was about to put the wrench back, he suddenly heard a noise behind him.

An Zeliang abruptly turned his head, his gaze quickly sweeping over the bald man and the others. They were still unconscious, but the bald man's arm seemed to have shifted slightly? Although it was only a tiny movement, An Zeliang, with his exceptional memory, noticed it.

"This guy...didn't he completely faint? Or does he have a resistance to anesthesia?" An Zeliang frowned, this guess was not impossible.

After all, there are many extraordinary people in this world. There are even people who are completely immune to anesthesia.

Thinking of this, An Zeliang picked up a wrench and walked over.

Real life is not a simulation; when it comes to life and death, it's best to be cautious.

Thinking this, An Zeliang squatted down, raised the wrench, and aimed it at the back of the bald man's neck.

bump!

After the bald man was hit, he tilted his head and his breathing became much heavier.

If an ordinary person were to strike the bald man on the back of the neck with a wrench, it would likely kill him instantly. However, An Zelang possesses expert-level surgical skills, a level of control over force, and a profound understanding of the human body that is unmatched by most.

He was certain that his move had put the bald man into a deep sleep, and even after the effects of the drug wore off, he would definitely not wake up anytime soon.

Then, An Zeliang did the same thing, using a wrench to wrench each of the thugs.

"Yeah, I feel much more at ease now."

An Zeliang muttered something to himself and put the wrench back in the toolbox. Then he went into the kitchen and rummaged through drawers and cabinets to find the things that the bald man and the others had hidden.

Several miniature cameras were pointed at the neighbor's house from different angles, monitoring it from every angle.

In addition, there are hidden wires connected to the camera... With a little manipulation, the camera's wiring can be connected to the apartment's electrical circuit, allowing the camera to be used without charging or changing batteries.

With such sophisticated equipment and a well-thought-out plan, they clearly came prepared.

So, what should we do next with these bald guys?

An Zeliang touched his lower body

As Ba was pondering this, the lights in his neighbor's house came on, and through the glass, he could vaguely see a graceful figure moving around in the living room.

After admiring it for a few seconds, An Zeliang probably made a decision.

He's not a serial killer, so he definitely wouldn't do things like destroying the bodies of the bald man and others to cover up the crime.

Besides, these thugs are the second-in-command's men. If they disappear from their own homes today, the second-in-command will definitely send people to look for them, which will cause a series of troubles.

Therefore, the wiser course of action would certainly not be to destroy the evidence.

As for calling the police, An Zeliang felt it was inappropriate.

Although he could use his relationship with Officer Matsumiya to get the bald man and others detained and interrogated, he could also send people to protect him.

It's not that Yasuzawa Ryo doesn't trust Matsumiya Tomomi, but rather that he doesn't really trust the police force in Japan at all.

Scumbag killer, serial killer... Which of these ruthless people hasn't committed multiple crimes without being caught?

So after only a few seconds of thought, An Zeliang decisively gave up on calling the police.

That leaves only one last option, which is also the safest choice.

An Zeliang returned to the living room, took out his phone, switched from video recording mode to photo mode, and then pointed the camera at the bald man and his companions, taking high-definition photos of their faces.

After everything was ready, An Zeliang arrived at the gate of his neighbor's mansion.

Ding dong, ding dong.

After the doorbell was rang, the monitor next to the door lit up, and a mature and gentle female voice came from it. The picture seemed to have been turned off, and only the sound was on.

"who?"

"Madam, it's me, Yasuzawa Ryo, a friend of Nakano-kun."

"Anze? What's up so late? Xiaokui has already fallen asleep. If there's anything, let's talk tomorrow after she wakes up?"

The wife naturally assumed that An Zeliang had come to see Aoi, so she did not open the door and politely declined, saying it was too late.

After so many simulations, An Zeliang had a pretty good understanding of his wife's personality and knew that this was her way of ending the conversation.

"Madam, wait a moment!"

"Here's the thing, a group of guys I don't recognize just broke into my house, saying they wanted to check the gas, but they installed a camera in the kitchen that could spy on your home, Madam. So I suspect they might be trying to harm you, Madam, or Nakano-kun, so I wanted to let you know."

"If my wife isn't worried, then I'll call the police?"

As An Zeliang spoke, he made a gesture as if he was about to leave. In reality, he lingered for quite a while, waiting for a response.

After about a minute of silence, the door creaked open and the lady slowly walked out.

When I saw my wife at the kitchen window just now, she was indeed changing into her pajamas.

At this moment, the lady was wearing a close-fitting black silk slip dress. The two small black straps were stretched taut, bearing a weight that their thinness should not have to bear.

Her slightly disheveled black hair was casually pulled back, with a few stray strands falling down, highlighting her fair and delicate neck and shoulders, bathed in the warm light of the indoor lamp.

She looks... very much like a married woman.

"Anze, is what you just said true?" The wife asked with a hint of doubt, like a single woman...

A completely naive and innocent housewife.

"of course it's true."

An Zeliang already knew that it would be difficult for his wife to believe him if he rashly revealed such a thing, and given her cautious nature, she would never go out in the middle of the night. So he took out his phone and found the photos he had taken of the bald man and the others earlier.

Thanks to his advanced photography skills, the physical features of the bald man and others were captured very clearly.

The lady frowned slightly as she looked at the faces of the people in the photo.

Of course she knew these people.

In a split second, the wife seemed to understand something.

"Anze, please wait a moment."

The wife said something and turned to go into the room.

About a minute later, the wife reappeared, wearing a dark purple trench coat draped over her shoulders and a pair of chunky high-heeled sandals with wooden soles, making her look more capable.

"Anze, could you please take me to see them?"