Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

Meanwhile, Yuan Zhensheng took the tram back to the safe house, intending to work through the night to finish the blueprints.

Sigh, some people work two jobs just to buy a house and a car, to avoid being wiped out when the economic bubble bursts...

Sometimes I really feel that life is meaningless.

As soon as Hara Masaki went upstairs, before he had even crossed the outer corridor, Komi Yui's door suddenly opened.

"Is this Mr. Suzuki?"

She peeked out, her eyes unfocused, listening intently to footsteps from left and right, like a kitten waiting for its owner to come home.

"It's me... Why aren't you asleep so late?" Hara Masayuki had already switched back to Suzuki Shinya's face on the way here.

"Ah, I took a nap during the day." Komi Yui said softly, "Coming back so late, is it... are you busy investigating my father's matter? Is there any new progress?"

"Yes, yes, I found out. It was a hitman nicknamed 'Swamp Man' who took a job and killed Kuwata Kenkichi." Hara Masaki never lied when he was paid to do a job.

"Who is the person who hired the assassin?" Komi Yui pressed.

"This..." Yuan Zhensheng said with some worry, "If you find out, you won't seek revenge on him, will you?"

He wasn't afraid that Kojima would seek his own death, but rather that Kojima might launch a reckless attack, alerting the enemy and making it difficult for him to take action.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt others," Komi Yui said. "I just want to ask them myself why they did this... why they so easily took another person's life."

"It's probably for the money," Yuan Zhensheng said honestly.

Whether it was him or Shinomiya Masakazu, they killed for money.

"I know, but I still want to hear their answer in person," Komi Yui said stubbornly.

"It's too dangerous, let's forget about it," Yuan Zhensheng advised.

Komi Yui didn't insist. She opened the door and said apologetically, "I was so busy talking about my request that I made Mr. Suzuki stand outside for so long. I'm so sorry... Please come in and rest for a while."

"No need," Yuan Zhensheng politely declined.

"Please do me the honor of coming; I have already prepared the commission fee," said Yui Komi.

Upon hearing that there was money to be made, Yuan Zhensheng changed his mind and said, "It is indeed a bit tiring, then I will humbly accept your offer."

He followed Koji Yui into the room, his gaze habitually sweeping over the furnishings. There was something new in the center of the low table.

A cloth is placed over a square object.

Maybe it's money.

Komi Yui groped her way to sit down at the table. She turned her head slightly toward the cloth and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Suzuki."

Yuan Zhensheng sat cross-legged opposite the low table, wanting to reach out and lift the cloth, but he was a little embarrassed.

"Here's the commission fee, please accept it," Koji Yui said softly, placing her hands folded on her knees.

With those words, Yuan Zhensheng was finally relieved. He politely said, "How could I possibly accept this?" and casually lifted the cloth cover, revealing a cookie box underneath.

"This is a cookie box that my father brought back a while ago. He said it was a gift from a client, and it's from a very high-end brand."

Komi Yui's voice was low, tinged with the bitterness of reminiscence, "I never wanted to eat it, and I never opened it. Today, when I was sorting through her belongings, I found some things inside."

Yuan Zhensheng glanced at her, then opened the box.

There were no cookies inside.

Inside the box, a dozen or so diamonds were neatly arranged in black foam. A note lay at the bottom; Yuan Zhensheng picked it up and read a line of small, crooked handwriting:

"Xiao Wei's wedding diamond ring"

This is the dowry that the father saved for his daughter.

Even now, diamond prices haven't collapsed, and organized crime still gets involved in smuggling loose diamonds. These are usually round loose diamonds without laser engraving, certificates, or brands, while they are actually high-clarity diamonds that have been cut.

Yuan Zhensheng doesn't know the exact value, but based on current market prices, it's worth at least hundreds of millions of yen.

"This should be enough to cover the commission fees," said Yui Komi.

Yuan Zhensheng was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, I can't accept these."

On the one hand, a large number of diamonds are difficult to sell; on the other hand, it was agreed that he would not charge a penny more than 70 million. This is the credibility of a professional assassin.

Koji Yui was somewhat worried: "It will take some time to raise cash. Everyone is taking out loans to speculate on real estate, and it will be difficult for me to sell the houses I own..."

"You're planning to sell the house?" Yuan Zhensheng's eyes lit up.

"Uh, yes, because I received a notification from the Metropolitan Police Department today that the money in my bank card has been frozen, they said it's stolen money and can't be used... so I have no choice but to sell the house."

Gu Jian only lowered his head.

She was an illegitimate child, and Kuwata Kenkichi never recognized her in legal documents, so she could not inherit his huge fortune... Kuwata Kenkichi's other sons were all involved in the underworld and would not give away money for no reason, but they allowed Komi Yui to attend the funeral tomorrow.

"Why don't you sell it to me..." Yuan Zhensheng had barely finished speaking when he suddenly remembered that Suzuki Shinya was unregistered and couldn't buy a house. He could only change his mind and say, "Sell it to me later, consider it a commission fee, how about that?"

"Sure." Komi Yui owns quite a few properties, all of which were bought by Kuwata Kenkichi using her identity, so they weren't seized or auctioned off.

"Then let's agree on that." Yuan Zhensheng nodded.

He exchanged a few polite words and told Gu Jianwei not to think about causing trouble for that employer, but Gu Jianwei insisted on asking about the other party's identity, so he had to decline and say that he had not found out yet.

After giving a perfunctory reply, Yuan Zhensheng took his leave and returned to his room. He took out paper and pen, recalled the silencer structure from his previous life, and carefully drew up the design drawings.

Silent all night.

……

The next day, Yuan Zhensheng got up very early.

He did his morning exercise as usual, practicing thrusting at the dummy, and after a few hard thrusts, he took off his pants and went to the bathroom to shower.

For breakfast, I had corn, egg, salmon, and oatmeal juice, made with just a juicer, as usual. As a professional killer, I can't indulge in pleasure; sacrificing my sense of taste for nutrition is the right path.

It's another peaceful day.

Hara Masaki took the tram back to the liaison office, changed into his uniform, and went to work. He routinely flattered the director, sowed discord between Shinomiya Rin and others, dealt with the backlog of complaints, and then went out on patrol.

In the morning, during the rush hour, he has to help primary school students wearing yellow hats cross the road, assist office workers who have just woken up from a hangover, and give directions to tourists from other places... He is busy until noon before he has time to eat a lunchbox.

He was consuming too little protein and had a serious carbohydrate surplus, but in order to disguise himself as a regular patrolman, he had no choice but to pretend to finish his meal.

In the afternoon, broadcasts rang out in the streets of the port area, and lawmakers began their campaign rallies and speeches again.

This time, the scale was much larger, clearly indicating that they came prepared. Several reporters were also interviewing people in the audience, asking Member of Parliament Shinomiya how he viewed the issue of overseas Chinese immigrants.

Masakazu Shinomiya opposes immigration, believing that overseas Chinese have committed numerous crimes in Japan and directly caused locals to have difficulty finding employment.

Inevitably, the reporter asked that pointed question.

Facing the camera, Shinomiya Masakazu responded with unwavering conviction:

"The massacre is a complete fabrication, a total lie..."

"The Tokyo Trials were a unilateral act of retaliation by the victorious powers against the defeated powers; they were by no means a fair trial..."

"The so-called massacre was nothing more than normal combat casualties in war, and it can't be considered an atrocity at all. The Japanese army never did such a thing..."

"My social and political mission is to correct this erroneous understanding of history."

His speech was still passionate and powerful; Yuan Zhensheng remained standing in the crowd, silently applauding him and glancing at the security situation around him out of the corner of his eye.

It's a pity there's no sniper rifle.

Let's wait and see; there will be plenty of opportunities.