Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

There was a moment of silence after the exchange.

Shinomiya Rin turned around, glanced at it, and said dismissively, "You mean she looks a lot like him?"

"No, it's just that our temperaments are somewhat similar..."

Hideaki Shiraishi kept glancing back outside the gates, as if afraid of running into someone he knew; he looked rather sneaky.

"Aura?" Shinomiya Rin turned around and looked again. "What aura? I don't sense it at all."

Hideaki Shiraishi nodded: "Yes, that's exactly the kind of aura that comes from having nothing at all."

"What does 'having nothing' mean?" Shinomiya Rin began to suspect that this guy was mentally ill; she had encountered people with mental problems before.

"Everyone has a certain charisma, and people form their first impression based on that charisma..."

"So what kind of temperament do I have?"

"An aggressive little radish head."

"What do you mean? Disrespecting the police? Believe me or not, I'll handcuff you!"

"I'm sorry... that's not what I meant..." Hideaki Shiraishi apologized repeatedly.

Shinomiya Rin was slightly furious. She glanced back at Hara Masaki and thought that when he wasn't talking, he was indeed not very noticeable, almost like he was invisible... He probably wouldn't be noticed if he went missing.

Hmm, that's not right.

Last time she went missing, neither Yuan Zhensheng nor the director noticed. The director even made her write a self-criticism of several thousand words...

I almost fell for this guy's act! He doesn't have any of that "absolutely nothing aura" about him! Isn't that basically calling her invisible?!

Shinomiya Rin pulled out a surrender form, slapped it in front of Shiraishi Hideaki, and said dismissively, "Well, just register it for now, I'll let you know if there's any news."

"Eh, is that all?" Hideaki Shiraishi was a little disappointed.

"What else do you want?" Shinomiya Rin was furious, feeling that this guy was asking for a beating, and that he might have been beaten up every day when they were in school.

"Shouldn't you at least register their height or something?" Hideaki Shiraishi asked.

"How tall is he?"

"I don't know, I don't remember."

"...You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

"No, no, I really came here to find someone!" Hideaki Shiraishi waved his hands repeatedly, bowed apologetically, and pleaded with the police for help: "Please, that person is really important to me!"

Seeing his sincere attitude, Shinomiya Rin's anger subsided slightly. She was actually quite easy to coax; a few kind words were all it took for her to forget about it.

Even if you say that, there's nothing I can do.

Shinomiya Rin scratched her head, then called out to Hara Masao, "Hara-kun, why don't you come and greet him? I feel like you can understand what he's talking about."

Hara Masaki kept pretending to be busy. He recognized Shiraishi Hideaki and thought that this guy was not a threat at all, after all, he was just a guy who was cornered in the toilet and bullied.

Unexpectedly, among a group of assassins, gangsters, and police officers, he was the first and only one to find Jiao Fan.

There is a risk of exposure.

Hara Masaki didn't want to have too much contact, but since Shinomiya Rin had already spoken, if he didn't react, he would be very conspicuous; but if he did speak, his voice might be recognized.

He made a decision in a second, equipping himself with the "Stand's Throat" and subtly adjusting his voice to make it sound slightly different from his usual tone, but not too different, so as not to arouse Rin Shinomiya's suspicion.

"Hello, I am the former patrol officer."

Yuan Zhensheng stood up, walked to the front desk, and said in a businesslike tone, "What exactly happened? We need as much detailed information as possible to register your surrender."

"His friend has gone missing," Shinomiya Rin interjected.

"Hmm, what's your name?" Yuan Zhensheng lowered his head, took out paper and pen, and assumed the posture of taking a statement.

Hideaki Shiraishi looked puzzled. He felt the voice sounded familiar, but it didn't quite sound like that man's voice. There seemed to be a difference, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...

"Uh, I don't know," he said.

"You don't know your friend's name?" Shinomiya Rin frowned.

"Well... uh, we usually call each other by nicknames..." Hideaki Shiraishi said.

"What's his nickname?" Shinomiya Rin pressed.

"It seems his name is... Swamp Man." Hideaki Shiraishi scratched his head, hoping that the information he provided would help the police find the man.

Yuan Zhensheng's heart skipped a beat; he was certain that this guy had come looking for him.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is it a test?

Yuan Zhensheng remained outwardly calm and continued to ask, "How old is he?"

"I'm not sure, I didn't ask, but I think she was probably in her early twenties." Hideaki Shiraishi tried to recall.

"Where are you from?" Yuan Zhensheng pressed.

"Uh... I don't know."

"What are your hobbies and interests?"

"I'm not quite sure either..." Hideaki Shiraishi said, seemingly clueless.

Shinomiya Rin became suspicious again. She placed her hands on the front desk, assuming the sharp gaze of a veteran detective, and demanded, "So how did you and your friend meet?"

"We met in the restroom," Hideaki Shiraishi said truthfully.

"Tell me the details." Shinomiya Rin thought to herself, "You can make friends in the toilet? Do guys really build deep friendships by comparing sizes?"

"It's not convenient to say... Anyway, we all had urine on us," Hideaki Shiraishi said.

"Huh?" Shinomiya Rin was stunned.

Yuan Zhensheng interrupted, "Okay, we have a general understanding of the situation. The police will do their best to track down the missing person and will notify you as soon as there is any news."

"Oh... thank you." Hideaki Shiraishi felt that this person was more reliable, at least he didn't speak in a perfunctory manner.

"Is there anything else?" Yuan Zhensheng asked, using the unspoken message to subtly dismiss the guest.

Hideaki Shiraishi was about to take his leave when he suddenly remembered something. Just in case, he turned back and asked, "Could you please recite 'Furo'?"

"What?" Yuan Zhensheng pretended not to understand.

"Please recite the 'Fūrō' (a type of Japanese bathing ritual) once," Hideaki Shiraishi repeated.

"Furo" is the Japanese word for "bathing," pronounced "furo," which is very similar to the pronunciation of "bathing."

"Why do we have to read this?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

He actually knew the reason—this guy hadn't recognized him yet, but was just suspicious, or perhaps he just happened to run into him and thought the name sounded familiar, so he wanted to hear him repeat what he had said before in order to confirm his identity.

"Yeah, why?" Shinomiya Rin thought this person was really strange.

"There's no particular reason...please." Hideaki Shiraishi said.

"I'm sorry, but that's too strange," Yuan Zhensheng said.

"Alright..." Hideaki Shiraishi wasn't good at forcing others and subconsciously avoided conflict. Since the other party was unwilling, he could only say goodbye and leave.

Yuan Zhensheng watched his departing figure, silently considering whether or not to eliminate this potential threat...

Forget it.

His principle was to not kill unless absolutely necessary and not kill for a commission.

He went to work as usual, clocked out, went to the shooting range to practice shooting, and then went back to his dormitory in Jiaofan to have dinner.

As evening approached, he received a message from Earbag saying that the silencer was ready and if it performed well during the trial the next day, it could be calibrated that night and delivered the day after tomorrow—a total cost of 7.4 million yen.

Being an assassin also has its costs. The Yanbian F4 may seem poor, but they are willing to use human lives as a trial-and-error cost, so they are actually quite wealthy.

Perfect timing! I'll take a day off tomorrow and start the killing the day after.