Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

The man with the beauty mark under his eye is named Yuan Zhensheng.

A year ago, he was still Chinese. Because his family's factory had cash flow problems, he had to fly to the United States to ask his relatives for money.

That was around 2015, when the United States was still a beacon of freedom and democracy. At least at that time, he believed the movie and foolishly went there alone. As a result, he was sold by his relatives to a medical pharmaceutical company to be a guinea pig. He was only spared death by signing a contract that was comparable to a servitude contract.

He went from being a lab rat to a cleaner, doing shady work—in layman's terms, killing for big corporations—assassination is still quite lucrative in the US; locals prefer to let guns do the talking.

At first, he thought he wouldn't be able to adapt, but later he discovered that the job paid well, had good benefits, flexible working hours, and even bonuses and overseas trips during crackdowns... Most importantly, he was quite talented in this area and could earn money to help his family pay off their debts, so he decided to make it his job.

However, in this line of work, the more talented you are, the faster you die.

As expected, he died in a gunfight and when he opened his eyes again, he had traveled to 1990s Japan.

If he remembered correctly, Japan's economic bubble was about to burst. Right now, he had no house, no car, and no savings. When the economy declined and the financial crisis hit, this penniless young man would surely be wiped out by capitalist society.

He had already experienced the terror of the kill line in his previous life, and he didn't want to repeat the same mistake in this life.

But then again, he can't trade stocks or make ramen; his only skill is killing. Plus, he inexplicably awakened an equipment system that can only be used under specific circumstances...

After much deliberation, he decided to return to his old ways and entrust a telephone club, which was protected by the underworld, to help him attract customers and take orders.

So far, he hasn't earned any coins and has also spent money on referral fees, black market gun purchases, and materials for making his own silencer... His savings are almost gone, and he doesn't even have money for next month's rent.

Yuan Zhensheng gets angry just thinking about it.

Japan's industrial chain is still too backward; they don't even screen their customers.

He looked down at Miki Akiyama's corpse, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the fingerprints off the gun handle, wondering if this woman had always been this brave? Daring to renege on the final payment from the assassin?

If word gets out, everyone will claim he owes them the remaining balance, and how will he continue doing business?

People who owe money and don't pay it back deserve to die.

The next second, a pale blue light screen appeared before Yuan Zhensheng's eyes, with six blank squares and a line of small text:

"Found an equipable item (rare)"

Item Name: The Deceiver's Remains

Original owner: Miki Akiyama

Special stat: When you act pitiful, you're very likely to trigger a protective instinct in the opposite sex (passive).

Basic Attribute: Charm +15%

"Special Effect: After equipping this item, you can freely change your facial appearance."

"Note: Miki Akiyama realized she was a beauty when she was seven years old. She tried to use the love of elders and men to get anything she wanted—and it turns out that it is possible to make a living based on one's looks."

"Retrieve equipment?"

……

The system that Yuan Zhensheng was bound to could extract organs from the dead and create equipment with special effects—a total of six equipment slots: head, body, left hand, right hand, left leg, and right leg.

"The Deceiver's Remains" is a "Head Equipment" item, and it only takes effect when placed in the top equipment slot.

In addition, there are restrictions on the extraction range: no other raw materials are allowed; only those he personally killed can be used to extract equipment.

This is one of the reasons why he picked up his old profession again.

At this moment, Yuan Zhensheng glanced at it and directly selected "No".

Once extracted, the body's facial skin will disappear, inevitably triggering a police investigation.

He didn't want to do anything suspicious, but he also didn't want to miss out on the equipment, so he planned to retrieve it later.

"What a tragic couple. Don't cremate them. Bury them together." Yuan Zhensheng muttered, then turned off the system screen.

He then unscrewed the silencer, let the body grip the gun handle, left a pre-written suicide note, and arranged the scene to resemble a double suicide.

Okay, that's a wrap.

He went into the restroom, changed into his uniform, and left openly.

The Japanese-style room fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the viscous dripping sound of blood. A portrait of Yamato Shino lay on the altar, a few drops of blood slowly sliding down the glass surface, leaving a tear stain on his face.

……

"Hakimi North and South Green Beans~"

Yuan Zhensheng hummed a song as he walked through the corridor and returned to the reception room.

The young policewoman in her blue uniform was fast asleep on the sofa, her cheek resting on the cushion, revealing a chubby little face.

There was a half-finished barley tea on the coffee table.

"Um……"

She made a slightly muffled nasal sound, smacked her lips, and scooted her head into a more comfortable position.

Yuan Zhensheng wasn't flustered at all. He even reached out and slapped her little face repeatedly, shouting, "Shift change! Shift change!"

The young policewoman looked up groggily, her hair sticking out in a tuft, and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, looking completely bewildered.

"Huh? How did I fall asleep...?"

Hara Masaki plopped down next to her, adopting a senior's tone and lecturing, "Inspector Shinomiya, where's your sense of responsibility as a police officer? How can you sleep through the night while protecting others? Do you think surveillance is just about making a cup of barley tea and then sleepwalking? That's incredibly lazy!"

Before he transmigrated, the original owner was a patrolman from the border region. He was hit on the head while chasing a thief and became brain dead, leaving him in a vegetative state. This is how his soul from the future took over his body.

Yesterday, the police station received a report from Miki Akiyama, who emphasized that the matter was unrelated to her husband's death. However, the criminal investigation team generally does not handle threatening phone calls without a murder in question, and promptly passed the task to the local police station—essentially a small local police station.

The Koban is the lowest-ranking security department, and there was no way to pass the buck down any further. So they had to send Hara Masao and his partner Shinomiya Rin to the villa in the port area to protect the personal safety of the victim's widow.

Right now, Hara Masaki, dressed in a patrol officer uniform, is sitting with his hands on the back of the sofa, legs crossed, educating his juniors and imparting his experience and insights on protective surveillance—while, Akiyama Miki's body lies in the next room.

Shinomiya Rin sat up and rubbed her eyes. She was very cute, like a porcelain doll. Her thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, but could not hide the light in her eyes, making her look lively and spirited.

"Huh? What right does someone like you have to lecture me!"

Rin Shinomiya pouted, her cheeks slightly flushed, partly from the red marks left by sleeping for so long, and partly from the embarrassment and annoyance of being scolded by her senior.

She was a new employee who joined the company last month. According to the rules of shift rotation, the new employee is usually mentored by an experienced colleague.

She thought the senior officer assigned to her would be a dedicated, reliable, and respectable policeman, but she never expected it to be Yuan Zhensheng, such an annoying scoundrel.

She had previously speculated that Shino Yamato died from poisoning and suggested that the family send the body for an autopsy. However, Hara Masaki vehemently denied her speculation, insisting that Shino Yamato had just suffered a common heart attack and that no one had poisoned him.

In addition, Yuan Zhensheng often complained that she was a busybody, a troublemaker, and increased everyone's workload. He also lectured her in every way, and his words always had a lecturing tone.

"As expected of a 1.5-meter-tall brat, his tone of voice matches my stereotypes." Yuan Zhensheng retorted with a foul mouth attack.

Although the term "trash fish" doesn't have any strange connotations these days and is simply an insult, Shinomiya Rin's way of speaking is so relatable that he couldn't help but think of some classic lines from doujinshi.

"Who are you calling a brat?!" Shinomiya Rin was furious. Her height was her Achilles' heel, and she would get angry as soon as it was mentioned.

She slammed her hand on the table, raised her eyebrows, pointed at Hara Masaki's nose, and shouted, "Just you wait! My deduction is definitely correct! Akiyama Miki hired someone to commit murder, and then they had a dispute over the spoils, which is why she reported the threatening phone call! Sooner or later, someone will come after Akiyama Miki, and that person will be the murderer of Shino Yamato!"

Once she catches the murderer and solves the major case, Yuan Zhensheng will only be fit to carry her shoes!