Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

How long does it take to modify a sniper rifle?

The simplest ones only take a day or two, especially the Type 98 Mauser rifle, which is readily available on the black market and can be bought directly. With a little modification, it's ready to use.

However, Genshin had very high requirements for the silencer, which had to be made from scratch and would take at least fifteen days, even under ideal circumstances.

During this period, Shinomiya Masakazu's street speeches ended; Hara Masao continued to go to work as usual, working, training, practicing bayonet fighting, and going to the shooting range to practice shooting during the day, repeating the same monotonous life day after day.

There is absolutely no time for entertainment.

Yuan Zhensheng continued like this for seven days, feeling mentally exhausted.

As a professional assassin, mental health is also very important, so he decided to take a day off to relax... There are quite a few mentally ill people in the industry. Working in this line of work for a long time can lead to insomnia at best, and psychosis at worst.

"Director, I'd like to take a day off tomorrow," Yuan Zhensheng reported to the director as he entered the office.

The holidays for rotating shifts are adjusted, with a fixed four days off per month. Except for not being able to take consecutive days off, you can choose to take leave at any free time.

"Sure, I don't seem to have anything to do tomorrow," the director said.

Shinomiya Rin leaned back in her chair at her workstation, peering into the office and eavesdropping to see if Hara Masaki was saying anything bad about her.

"Thank you so much!" Yuan Zhensheng bowed deeply. He then remembered something important and asked, "By the way, what kind of entertainment does the director usually enjoy during his vacations?"

Upon hearing this, the director revealed an expression that every man understands, and told Yuan Zhensheng to go and close the door first.

As soon as Hara Masaki turned around, Shinomiya Rin immediately shrank back to her workstation, burying her head in her work and pretending to be busy. After the office door closed, she tiptoed to the door and eavesdropped through the crack.

"Has Hara-kun not been in a relationship yet?"

"No... what's wrong?"

"It's normal for young people to have these thoughts, there's nothing to be ashamed of... Come on, open up, don't be shy! It feels great!"

The director gestured for Yuan Zhensheng to open his hand and shoved a business card into his hand—it was colorful and looked like a small card from a brothel—Yuan Zhensheng flipped it over and found that it really was a coupon for a brothel.

Rin Shinomiya stood outside the door, her pupils dilating in shock.

Is it true or false...?

Yuan Jun and the director actually...

No wonder the director always treated Yuan Jun well; it turns out it was an unspoken rule...

I never would have guessed that these two had this kind of quirk.

Shinomiya Rin lamented the decline of morality and the loss of traditional values, shaking her head as she returned to her workstation, afraid of hearing something she shouldn't and polluting her young and pure heart.

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"This must be expensive, right?" Yuan Zhensheng's first reaction was that it was a waste of money.

I don't understand why this kind of thing costs money. Men are the ones who put in the effort, and according to scientific research, women experience three to five times more sexual pleasure than men.

"It's alright, we have coupons, right? Going once a month occasionally shouldn't be a problem." The director patted him on the shoulder, thinking that the young man was still quite inexperienced.

"How much is the coupon worth...wait, it's 60% off?" Yuan Zhensheng exclaimed in surprise.

"This is a perk of being a civil servant," the director said.

He was a full-time employee, unlike the non-professional patrol officers.

"Thank you, Director." Yuan Zhensheng expressed his gratitude again. "If I don't need it, I will definitely return it."

"It's okay, relax for a day and keep up the good work tomorrow," the director encouraged.

"yes!"

Yuan Zhensheng exchanged a few more polite words, then took his leave and returned to his workstation to continue processing the reports of those who had turned themselves in.

Shinomiya Rin kept staring at him, scrutinizing him closely, making him uncomfortable. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Is that all? That was too fast, wasn't it?" Shinomiya Rin asked.

She was a little curious about which of the two was on the bottom.

"What do you mean?" Yuan Zhensheng didn't understand.

"I heard everything just now, it's okay, I don't discriminate against you." Shinomiya Rin put on an air of being someone who had been through it all. "I've seen far more despicable things than this, what you're doing is just small-time stuff."

Yuan Zhensheng thought she was talking about brothels, and casually defended himself, saying, "I didn't even think about it that way; it was the director who made the decision on his own."

Oh?

Shinomiya Rin narrowed her eyes, thinking, "So it was an attempted attempt at a quid pro quo? No wonder she came out so quickly."

She pushed aside the case files and the police report, leaned to the side, and asked with a gossipy look, "Did you refuse?"

"No," Yuan Zhensheng thought for a moment and said, "I plan to try it out tomorrow. After all, it's a Japanese specialty, so it might have a unique flavor."

Rin Shinomiya felt a chill run down her spine. How did the director become a Japanese phenomenon...?

She imagined it for a moment: a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, in a unique and charming way, catering to Yuan Jun...

Oh dear! My brain! My pure heart!

Shinomiya Rin held her head in her hands, her face contorted in pain.

"What's wrong? Isn't this a very common thing?" Yuan Zhensheng had observed carefully and found that it was perfectly normal for single men to frequent brothels in this era.

Especially in their spare time, if they don't have a romantic partner and don't go to brothels to relieve their sexual tension, their superiors and colleagues will think they have a physical illness or a problem with their sexual orientation.

He didn't want to be special and had to do his best to be an ordinary person in his daily life.

"Uh, this..."

Shinomiya Rin didn't know how to answer, since she had just said she didn't discriminate, and now she felt that whatever she said would carry a sense of disdain.

Just as she was pondering how to respond with high emotional intelligence, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. She had already developed a conditioned reflex and stood up to greet them:

"Hello, this is the port office. What's wrong?"

The newcomer was a young man, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. He walked with his chest hunched and his head tucked in, looking like someone who was easy to bully.

Yuan Zhensheng glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then immediately turned around and lowered his head, pretending to be busy processing the surrender report.

"I...I'm looking for someone," Hideaki Shiraishi stammered. "A friend of mine has gone missing, and I can't find him anywhere..."

He's been dialing numbers non-stop for the past two days, calling almost every house in Adachi Ward, even running out of credit on landlines, but still to no avail. He hasn't found the legendary Swamp Man at all.

Finally, he came up with a desperate solution: to report his friend missing to the police and ask them to help him find him... after all, the police are the professionals.

Hideaki Shiraishi is still nominally involved in the yakuza, making it inconvenient for him to go to the police station or the police station. So he took the train out of Adachi Ward, avoiding all places where acquaintances might appear, and made a special detour to Minato Ward to report the case.

"Okay, please describe the missing person's physical characteristics," said Shinomiya Rin.

"He/She looks... very ordinary, nothing special."

"Huh? How am I supposed to find him? At least describe his appearance!" Shinomiya Rin suspected he was there to play a prank.

"Uh, I don't know how to describe it... it's just... it's like..."

Hideaki Shiraishi glanced around and his gaze settled on Hara Masaki's back. He subconsciously pointed at Hara Masaki and said:

"Probably like him."