Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Masahiro Hanyu had been staring at Yui Satsuki, trying to analyze her thoughts using his micro-expression reading skills.

But in his eyes, Satsuki Yui didn't have any subtle expressions or movements that revealed her thoughts; at least, he couldn't tell.

Is it speculation or telling the truth? Masahiro Hanyu chose the latter.

"I was observing the president just now, but you didn't show any subtle expressions or movements that could reveal your thoughts."

"I think there are two reasons. First, my mind-reading ability needs to be improved. Second, President Satsuki seems to have some ability to counter mind-reading."

Satsuki Yui's long eyelashes trembled. "The fact that you can see these things already shows that Yuzuru-kun has indeed learned some useful skills."

"I've been trained in this area; when I need to deliberately conceal something, I won't let anyone see through my thoughts."

She paused for a few seconds, then said, "Alright, in order for Yuzuru-kun to continue improving his detective skills, I'll make an exception one more time."

"I can give you the commission in advance this time, but this is really the last time. Don't do it again."

Masahiro Hanyu stood up and bowed, "Thank you, President."

The commission is still calculated at 20%, which is only 3 yen, half of what a regular detective earns.

As Yui Satsuki withdrew the money, Masahiro Yuzuru stared at her graceful and slender figure, mentally replaying the original owner's fantasies about how to win her over several times.

Yuzuru Masahiro put the money in his pocket and was about to leave when Satsuki Yui waved him over.

"Hanyu-kun, don't rush off, have a seat!"

After Masahiro Hanyu sat down again, Yui Satsuki said:

"Originally, I was planning to give you a missing person request tomorrow, but since you have the ability to read minds, I've changed my mind."

"I would like to ask Yuzuru-kun to complete another request, and the person who made the request... is me."

Masahiro Hanyu was taken aback. "The president's request?"

"Okay, I will definitely do my best to complete it."

He blinked. "As the client, the president must be paying a hefty commission, right?"

Yui Satsuki picked up her coffee cup, took a small sip, and then pondered for a few seconds. "10 yen. Once the commission is completed, I'll give you your commission immediately."

Masahiro Hanyu suddenly sat up straight. "10 yen!"

"President, please give your instructions. I can begin the investigation tonight."

Yui Satsuki tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "Before accepting this commission, Yuzuru-kun needs to further prove your abilities."

"Only when I am satisfied can I formally hand over the commission to you."

Masahiro Hanyu nodded solemnly. "Okay, how does the president want me to prove my abilities?"

Yui Satsuki picked up a pen, wrote an address on a piece of paper, and handed it over, saying, "Hanyu-kun, please come here tonight at one o'clock."

"Then tell me tomorrow how many people you met? And what were your thoughts on them?"

Masahiro Hanyu took the address and looked at it carefully: 1-3-11 Kabukicho, Shinjuku-ku.

The bar's name: Mist

Masahiro Hanyu is quite familiar with Kabukicho; this address is in a narrow alley inside the Golden Street.

He carefully put the address away, then stood up and bowed slightly. "See you tomorrow, boss!"

Before he left, Yui Satsuki added, "The owner of this bar is a friend of mine."

President Satsuki doesn't have many friends, which piqued Masahiro Yuzuru's interest.

Even without a commission, he would still go to this bar for a while.

Masahiro Hanyu withdrew his commission today to buy two pieces of self-defense equipment.

If you need self-defense during the investigation, the detective agency can provide some tools, but you must return them after use.

The self-defense tools that Masahiro Hanyu wanted to buy were for his own personal use, in order to protect himself from the violent debt collection tactics of "Takefuji".

"Takefuji" is a loan company, the largest in Tokyo. In this era, violent debt collection has driven many people to suicide.

Although Masahiro Hanyu has moved, he will inevitably be found. If the people of "Takefuji" resort to violence, he decides to fight violence with violence and not allow them to bully him.

After leaving the detective agency, he went to a martial arts supplies store and spent 1500 yen to buy a tactical defense pen.

The pen is made of titanium steel, with one end for writing and the other end sharpened for self-defense.

He then went to an EDC (Everyday Carry) shop and spent 8000 yen on a tactical high-powered flashlight. It could not only dazzle and subdue enemies, but also be used for attacks.

In 1992, Tokyo already had strict laws regarding private possession of self-defense weapons.

Switch knives, brass knuckles, nunchucks, stun guns, and even tear gas spray used for self-defense by women are all strictly controlled items.

Therefore, tactical pens and high-powered flashlights are legal and compliant self-defense tools that Masahiro Hanyu can afford.

Masahiro Hanyu finished eating, and it was not yet 19 p.m., with 6 hours left until 1 a.m.

To save money and to recharge, he decided to go back to his rented apartment to rest for a few hours before going to the "Misty" bar.

Back in his old apartment in Adachi Ward, Masahiro Hanyu opened the door and was about to step inside when he suddenly froze in place.

Although the room was pitch black, he could see a figure standing there.

Without hesitation, Masahiro Yuzuru turned on his powerful flashlight and shone it over. "Damn it, they actually broke into my house."

The people inside were looking towards the door when they were blinded by the sudden burst of bright light.

The man had just opened his mouth to curse when Masahiro Yuzuru rushed in, kicked him to the ground, and pressed his defensive pen against his throat.

Masahiro Yuzuru continued cursing, "You steal things but don't even look for rich neighborhoods, you despicable thief."

The man tried to struggle, but a tactical pen was pressed against his throat, and the sharp pain silenced him.

"Damn it, you're blinding me!"

Masahiro Hanyu's voice was filled with surprise, "It's you! I thought a thief had broken in!"

As he spoke, he put away his defensive pen and flashlight, stepped aside, and turned on the light switch on the wall.

The man who had been kicked to the ground got up; he was in his thirties.

He was not tall, but had a stocky build. He had a bluish stubble on his chin and a fierce look in his eyes.

The man rubbed his neck; the spot where the pen had struck him was still sore.

After all, they are from a detective agency, so they are quite capable; I never realized that before.

He wanted to rush up and beat them in retaliation, but then he thought that business was more important.

"Masahiro Hanyu, do you want to die? How dare you attack me!"

"Don't think you can hide here and I won't find you."

When Masahiro Hanyu opened the door and saw this figure, he knew who was inside.

The visitor was Sato Takao, a debt collector from "Takefuji".

When the original owner of this body was being harassed by debt collectors, she was slapped twice by Sato Keio. Therefore, she was terrified every time she saw him, and this guy took away all her savings.

That's how things sometimes are; once you're prepared, the thing you sensed was going to happen happens!