Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

As a professional assassin, it's impossible for me to risk forming emotional bonds with people.

Yuan Zhen was a single woman in her previous life, and this life is no exception. Having lived two lives, she has basically no experience talking about feelings with the opposite sex, let alone comforting a crying woman.

He didn't know whether to stand or sit, and he regretted his suspicions... If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have come.

"I am sorry for your loss."

Yuan Zhensheng said something dryly, then got up, patted his butt, and prepared to slip away.

Kojima ignored her; she slumped over the coffee table, sobbing and muttering to herself:

"Why did you lie to me... You clearly said it was a legitimate job..."

"Not even giving them a chance to question... That's too cunning..."

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In the past, even if the victim's family cried and wailed, Yuan Zhensheng wouldn't have given them a second glance.

But Komi Yui's suppressed sobs, her quiet demeanor, touched his heart. He couldn't bear to leave her alone at home, and finally, he couldn't help but offer a word of comfort, making an exception for himself.

"On the bright side, perhaps he was already prepared to be killed."

Komi Yui finally reacted, leaning over the table and whispering, "Is Mr. Suzuki like this too?"

"Well...I guess so," said Gensei Hara.

Earning 100 million yen in three days is like risking your life for money; he was already mentally prepared to lose his life at any moment.

Speaking of which, I still don't know if the phone club has paid the final payment... I'll go and ask them when I have some free time after I've rested up.

Komi Yui looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her pupils like dusty beads. She asked again, "What does Mr. Suzuki do for a living?"

"I can't disclose that..."

"So, can I assume that one day I'll suddenly receive news of your death?"

"Um."

"I hate this... What's the point of me doing all this?" Komi Yui felt angry after her initial sadness.

Yuan Zhensheng wanted to say that we weren't familiar with each other, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He said tactfully, "At least you helped me, and I can feel your kindness."

"But who knows if I'm not aiding and abetting evil? Maybe I really am helping a bad person?" Koji Yui's emotional support crumbled. "I always thought he was a good father... but he..."

Seeing that she was getting more and more involved, Yuan Zhensheng decided to tell a white lie: "No, don't worry, I'm not involved in the underworld... I'm actually a private investigator."

"Huh?" Koji was taken aback.

"Although some of the requests are not entirely legal, please trust me..."

Yuan Zhensheng paused for a moment, then added, "As you said, everyone has their own unpleasant experiences that they don't want to talk about, and I also want to offer them some help within my capacity."

"I see..." Komi Yui murmured, her voice no longer as broken as before, "Mr. Suzuki... so that's what you're doing."

She turned her head slightly, and the morning light peeked in through the gap in the curtains, casting a faint spot of light in her unfocused pupils.

"Mr. Suzuki... could you help me too?"

She raised her head, her gaze unfocused, yet it seemed as if she were staring at Yuan Zhensheng. "I want to know, who... killed him?"

Yuan Zhensheng regretted entering this door once again.

The cost of a lap pillow massage is too high.

He crossed his arms and said awkwardly, "You saw it yourself, the police are doing their best to investigate. They'll definitely find out the truth. There's no need to ask me to do it again..."

"That's not how it is." Koji Yui shook her head. "I heard it when they were outside the door. Inspector Yamamoto said, 'So many people have died in the fire these past two days. They're just going to find some dead person to take the blame...' They have no intention of seriously investigating the case."

"Well, they might have their own unavoidable difficulties," Yuan Zhensheng could only say.

Komi Yui stood up, groped her way towards Hara Masaki, and tried to hold Hara Masaki's hand:

"I know he was involved in organized crime and may have harmed many people... but he was still my father. He raised me, and he cared for me deeply... His death was shrouded in mystery, and I..."

Komi Yui couldn't continue. Suppressing her grief, she spoke in an almost pleading tone:

"I just want to know the truth. This is the only thing I can do for him, and the only thing I want to do right now... Please."

"As you can see, I haven't been feeling well lately..."

"It's okay, I can wait until you're healed!"

"How about this, I know a few reliable people in the same industry who I can introduce you to..."

"I only trust Mr. Suzuki!"

"Why? We've only met a few times, haven't we?"

"Should I trust people I've never even met?"

"In short, it won't work. You'll have to find someone else..."

"I'm willing to pay!" Komi Yui was very persistent, her fingers gently tugging at Hara Masaki's sleeve.

"This isn't about money..."

"Fifty million yen! Is that okay?"

"hiss."

"Too little? How about 60 million? 70 million? Any more? I don't have cash. Can I use my property as collateral?"

"That's enough, seventy million is more than enough."

Yuan Zhensheng didn't want to deceive people's feelings, but he had no choice because the other party had given him too much.

Kojima Yui seemed a little lost and asked if they needed to go through any formalities or sign some kind of employment contract.

Yuan Zhensheng said it was unnecessary. The work of private investigators is inherently shady, and even if a contract is signed, it has no legal effect. A gentleman's agreement is enough.

An 80 million yen commission fee will be charged to uncover the true culprit who murdered Kenkichi Kuwata. No deposit is required; payment will be made afterward.

After reaching an agreement, he waved goodbye. Koji Yui did not try to stop him, but only told him to take care of his health.

He closed the door, stood in the hallway for a moment, and couldn't help but press his ear against the glass window, where he could vaguely hear suppressed sobs coming from inside.

Sure enough, I'm still sad.

Yuan Zhensheng returned to the safe house, lay on the bed, and wondered if anyone would care if he were the one who suddenly died without knowing why.

Will anyone pay to investigate this?

He had never thought about this question before.

In his previous life, his family went bankrupt and his parents passed away one after another. He was all alone, with no friends or lovers. When carrying out missions, he never thought about what would happen if he failed.

No, as a professional assassin, one should not have any doubts about one's profession.

Yuan Zhensheng turned over, closed his eyes, and continued to catch up on his sleep.

He slept until evening, then went downstairs for a bento box and felt better. Komi Yui was indeed an experienced nurse, very skilled at treating external injuries.

After having eaten and drunk his fill, Yuan Zhensheng found a secluded phone booth and contacted the phone club to check if the final payment had been received.

"Someone did leave a package this morning for the customer with the last four digits of their phone number, 4123, to pick up..." the operator replied.

Yuan Zhensheng thought that it would be good if the final payment arrived. With this 80 million, he could upgrade his business, expand and strengthen his operations, and create new glories, instead of being in such a sorry state as he is now.

He hung up the phone, feeling quite pleased with himself. He was thinking of finding a scapegoat to take the blame, fooling Komi Yui, and making another 80 million yen!

Get rich!