Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

Yuan Zhensheng originally intended to go directly to the telephone club to withdraw the money, but after he returned home, he received a voicemail from the director of the Jiaoban branch, saying that the sick leave would not be approved and that he should immediately go back to work at the Jiaoban branch!

Yuan Zhensheng had no choice but to go back and check on the situation.

Regardless, he needs a clean social identity... He can't be a hitman forever; he'll retire eventually, and he needs to spend the money he earns.

The warden was even angrier than he had imagined. He changed back into his uniform and his original face. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the warden standing by the window with his hands on his hips, looking on with a tragic expression of "Why has the country fallen to such a state?"

"Do you look like you have a cold?" the station chief scolded. "I just praised you yesterday, and you're skipping work today. What do you mean by that?"

"I'm sorry, Director, I didn't mean to... I took fever reducer and just recovered tonight, so I rushed over immediately," Yuan Zhensheng said, bowing and scraping.

"Look at you, so dejected! No enthusiasm on patrol, no effort in investigations, but you're the most frequent to take sick leave! The police station can't afford to feed an idler like you!"

The director slammed his fist on the table and said, "One or two of them, do they think the handover is some kind of backwater? And that young lady is even more amazing! She just says she won't come and doesn't even bother to submit a leave slip!"

He certainly had reason to be angry. In such a large office, he was the only one working. He was acting like a mere inspector, a typical lone commander.

Yuan Zhensheng bowed his head and apologized, promising not to do it again, showing a good attitude in admitting his mistake; the director scolded him, vented his anger, and stopped caring about it, and started talking about serious matters.

The reason for calling Yuan Zhensheng back to work is that the police station is short-staffed and needs to mobilize patrol officers to help.

The station chief wasn't stupid. There had been a gunfight in the port area this morning, and right now, the police would probably be sent to be cannon fodder, or they would be sent to do some menial tasks like patrolling the perimeter... He didn't want to go, so he hurriedly called Yuan Zhensheng back and dumped the job on his subordinate.

"Listen up, when you go to support the investigation section, stand up straight! Don't embarrass the liaison office!" the chief instructed.

Yuan Zhensheng nodded in agreement and, dragging his still-recovering body, went to the police station to report, explaining that he was a patrol officer who had been transferred to provide support.

The female detective in charge of receiving them said, "Ah, go find Officer Yamamoto; he's the one who requested backup."

"Okay." Yuan Zhensheng hadn't expected to have to deal with this person again.

He found Yamamoto Koji at the very back of the office, saluted respectfully, identified himself, and explained his purpose.

Yamamoto Koji was eating instant noodles and reading a magazine when he glanced up at him and asked, puzzled, "Didn't I request a transfer to a different group? And you're the only one who came?"

"As far as I know, it's just me," Yuan Zhensheng said.

"Sigh, alright then." Yamamoto Koji glanced at him again, frowned, and asked, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"Have you forgotten? We witnessed the suicide of Miki Akiyama..."

"Oh, I remember now." Yamamoto Koji remembered that he was Lady Shinomiya's attendant. "Your name is... Hara Chisei, right?"

"Sir, my name is Yuan Zhensheng."

"Okay, I got it," Yamamoto Koji said, waking Yoshioka Akio, who was sleeping at his workstation, with a magazine. "You'll come with us. You don't need to do anything, just keep things in order."

"Where to?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

Yamamoto Koji did not answer Hara Masaki, but Hara Masaki soon found out the answer.

The investigation department is investigating the assassination of Kenkichi Kuwata, and the specific details of the case need to be questioned by the parties involved... However, the parties involved are all members of the Yamakane Group within the agency, and if the negotiations are not handled properly, it could easily turn into a shootout between the police and the criminals.

Just in case, Yamamoto Koji requested reinforcements... but unexpectedly, the higher-ups only sent one person.

What else is there to say? Just slack off and that's it.

Yamamoto Koji thought that if the Yamaken Group didn't cooperate, he would immediately turn around and leave, find an izakaya and have a drink with his two subordinates.

However, when the Yamakani group learned that they were there to investigate a case, they did not make things difficult for them, but instead let them in without any problem.

"Don't worry, we're a legitimate agency!" the younger brother emphasized with a click of his tongue.

Several gang members stood menacingly at the door. One had a slanted scar across his face, while the other had a tattoo of a demon mask on his neck. His waist was bulging, suggesting the concealment of some kind of weapon. They stared at them menacingly.

"Ah, that's good." Yoshioka Akio was very nervous and only dared to give a dry reply.

My younger brother opened the villa door, and a deep red carpet stretched from the entrance hall to the inner corridor.

Yamamoto Koji went in first, looked around the crime scene, and followed his younger brother's directions to the room where Nagashima Ichiro was assassinated, asking how the assassin had managed to sneak in.

"That guy can transform into someone else's appearance... I heard that the assassin isn't actually human, but a monster wearing human skin." The younger brother spoke mysteriously, with a hint of tension in his expression.

"What do you mean?" Yamamoto Koji was taken aback.

"There were three people who came in at the time, one of whom was the team leader's double. I only found out afterward..."

My younger brother leaned against the doorframe, his face grave as he recounted:

"The patrolling team members didn't hear anything, they only saw the team leader's double come out. At that time, they thought the other person was the team leader, and following that guy's orders, they stood guard at the door and didn't let any outsiders in..."

"It wasn't until the office caught fire and the team members searched everywhere for the arsonist that they entered this room and discovered that the team leader's double had already died."

My younger brother pointed to the spot against the wall: "He died right here, with a bullet hole in his forehead, but nobody heard the gunshot."

Yuan Zhensheng stood behind them, acting as a background figure for the henchmen, and pretended to be uneasy.

Akio Yoshioka was scribbling notes when he heard this. He couldn't help but look up and lean closer to Koji Yamamoto: "Boss, could it be that silencer weirdo...?"

"We can talk about it once we're outside," Yamamoto Koji interrupted.

He turned his head and gestured for his younger brother to continue.

The latter further clarified the identities of the other two individuals:

One of them was a new recruit on the side, named Hideaki Shiraishi. It was later proven that he had been unconscious in the toilet the whole time and had never entered the agency.

The other person, Yuta Sugiyama, was a full-fledged member of the group. He was shot in the abdomen but survived by sheer luck. According to him, the one who fired the shot was Hideaki Shiraishi.

Yamamoto Koji stroked his chin and made a reasonable deduction:

"In other words, the assassin first disguised himself as Hideaki Shiraishi, infiltrated the agency, killed Ichiro Nagashima, and then, disguised as Ichiro Nagashima, secretly set the agency on fire..."

The younger brother added, "Not only that, after the fire started, it even transformed into Yuta's appearance and spoke into a walkie-talkie in Yuta's voice... It wasn't some cheap makeup technique; it really looked exactly like him!"

The group has been talking about this lately, and the rumors are getting more and more out of control, threatening to turn into an urban legend.

These gangsters are skilled in gunfights, but none of them are good at solving cases, so they can only rely on the police... They don't need to catch the murderer, they just need to prove that the murderer is not a monster.

There's no way around it; everyone in the group is quite superstitious.

Yamamoto Koji initially thought the assassin had used some kind of trickery, or that there was a mole in the group, that guy named Sugiyama Yuta, was not telling the truth and was spreading rumors to confuse the public.

But then he remembered that Akiyama Miki's face had disappeared—that night, the security guard had witnessed a suspect who looked exactly like him.

No way...

Could it be the same person?

Yamamoto Koji stood with his hands on his hips, sucking his teeth, looking serious. His younger brother had been talking nonsense for a long time, making him feel a little uneasy.

Deep-throat shooting of a widow, skinning someone in a morgue at midnight, killing someone while wearing their face, perfectly mimicking a voice, appearing and disappearing like a rural swamp man (a fake man)...

Hmm, that's a bit scary.

Let's stop investigating and go have a drink at an izakaya to calm our nerves.