Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

"Someone has fallen into the well!"

Passersby saw Hideaki Shiraishi jump into the well and panicked, shouting and trying to call for help.

A group of people gathered around the wellhead and stared in. The maintenance worker who was repairing the well was also confused and ran to a roadside phone booth to call the police and ask the firefighters for help.

Yuan Zhensheng timed it, and after ten minutes, he walked out of the alley and saw this scene. He went up to ask what the person who fell into the well looked like.

The old man with the cane said, "His hair was all messy, he looked like a young man... Oh dear, why would he be so foolish as to jump into the well?"

Yuan Zhensheng thanked him and squeezed into the crowd, looking down at the well.

A stench hit me.

He actually still wanted to kill him to cover his tracks, but it would be difficult to dispose of the body if he did it in the street. The guy with the pompadour was an eyewitness who knew that Shiraishi Hideaki had gone into the alley with him... That's why he used this method to intimidate Shiraishi Hideaki, mainly to make the guy panic and hide in some secret room or secluded place.

He achieved his goal; Hideaki Shiraishi was indeed desperate and acted irrationally, and the sewers were indeed a convenient place to kill and cover up the crime...

However, sewers contain toxic gases such as methane and hydrogen sulfide. High concentrations can lead to poisoning, and firing a gun can cause an explosion.

Moreover, once injured, even a small cut can lead to serious infection or even sepsis.

I have a mission tomorrow, so I'd better skip it and not make things too messy.

Yuan Zhensheng decided to guard the well.

Hideaki Shiraishi wasn't wearing a watch, which means he was unaware of the passage of time in the sewers and could very well have surfaced 24 hours earlier—most people tend to relax when they're about to succeed.

If this guy can really survive 24 hours in the sewer, then I'll throw a smoke bomb into the sewer. As soon as he surfaces, he'll die.

This is the second lesson in assassination that Yuan Zhensheng is going to teach.

Never trust anyone's promises.

Yuan Zhensheng bought two bottles of mineral water and some beef jerky. He poured the water into the bottle caps and gave some beef jerky to the stray dog. After confirming that the food was not poisonous, he sat by the window of the convenience store and ate while observing the well opening through the glass.

Fire trucks arrived with sirens blaring, two firefighters went down into the well, and several patrol officers dispersed the crowd and set up a cordon around the area.

Two hours later, the firefighters emerged from the shaft and said, "Didn't find them! There's no one down there!"

"He's probably crazy; he ran deep into the sewers..."

The patrol officers discussed the matter amongst themselves. After a brief discussion, they decided to cover the manhole and pretend nothing had happened.

Since no family members reported it, and the person jumped into the well voluntarily, who knows if he was mentally ill? Japan has its own national circumstances; personal choices must be respected, and a harmonious social atmosphere must be protected. Jumping into a well is someone's freedom, and the police have no right to interfere.

After the police tape was removed, the crowd gradually dispersed, and pedestrians on the road continued to hurry along as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Zhensheng waited from day to night, and then from night to day again.

During this time, he changed his persona and chatted with the convenience store clerk, fabricating a persona of a middle-aged man who had been scammed in real estate speculation, whose wife had cheated on him with a fitness coach, whose child was involved in a delinquent group, and who was so disheartened that he didn't want to go home and therefore spent his time in the convenience store.

In this way, sitting in a 24-hour convenience store all day won't arouse suspicion.

By noon the following day, twenty-four hours had passed, and Hideaki Shiraishi still hadn't shown up.

Yuan Zhensheng yawned; he hadn't slept all night and was extremely tired.

I thought this would be an easy warm-up hunt, but I didn't expect Hideaki Shiraishi to be so patient...

No, could he have already died in the sewer?

Hara Masaki began to suspect that he was outsmarting thin air. Perhaps Shiraishi Hideaki had already broken his leg when he jumped into the well, died from an infection and fever after running a few steps, or perhaps he had died from methane poisoning...

He left the convenience store, went into a phone booth, called Earbag, and said he wanted to buy three more tear gas canisters.

Ear bags are in stock; as long as the price is right, payment will be settled and the goods will be shipped on the same day, including door-to-door delivery. Yuan Zhensheng gave his address and continued to wait at the convenience store.

Thirty minutes later, Erdai sent a young man he had never seen before. He put three tear gas canisters in a brown paper bag that was used to store masturbation toys, and then mysteriously took them out to deliver them.

Yuan Zhensheng planned to go out for fun yesterday and was prepared to make a large purchase, so he brought enough cash in advance. The two parties exchanged money for goods.

Convenience store clerk Ryosuke Murakami saw this and assumed the middle-aged man had secretly bought a sex toy—he had listened to the man's complaints the night before and thought the man was really unlucky, having worked hard all his life and suddenly losing everything.

Sigh, poor people don't have much to do, they can only do hand exercises, which is understandable.

This reminded him that it was time to take a short break in the restroom.

Ryosuke Murakami carefully selected several photo magazines, had a colleague cover for him, and brought toilet paper into the restroom.

On the other side, after receiving the goods, Yuan Zhensheng quickly ran into the alley, changed his clothes and his face, and when there were few pedestrians on the road, he ran to the manhole, forcefully lifted the manhole cover, bit off the safety pin, and threw a tear gas canister down.

Both well openings on the left and right were made in the same way, mainly to prevent Hideaki Shiraishi from running too far.

After finishing, Yuan Zhensheng immediately went to the tram station and fled the scene as soon as possible.

……

Inside the toilet stall, Ryosuke Murakami was speeding up.

Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks, and water started gurgling and splashing in the toilet.

He hurriedly stood up, the photo magazine slipped to the ground, and with a "pop," the toilet burst out with steaming bubbles, choking him and causing tears and snot to stream down his face.

"What's going on?! No—stop it from surfacing again!"

Ryosuke Murakami's eyesight was failing, and he tried to grope his way to close the toilet seat, but he lost his bearings. The pungent smell was getting stronger and stronger, and he could only wander around the stall like a headless fly.

When the colleagues outside saw smoke coming out, they thought there was a fire. They quickly grabbed a fire extinguisher, kicked open the toilet door, and started spraying dry powder inside without saying a word.

"Ughhhhhhh!!" Murakami Ryosuke screamed in agony.

A colleague quickly turned off the fire extinguisher, then looked closely and saw that Ryosuke Murakami wasn't wearing pants, and there were tissues and a photo magazine next to him. He instinctively asked:

"You've sparked a flame?!"

"No! The toilet caught fire!"

"Really... Ah! My eyes!!"

……

This scene occurred simultaneously in all indoor spaces connected to the sewer system.

Bubbling toilets were rising and white smoke was billowing from the cracks in manhole covers. Pedestrians on the street were running around to avoid the area and calling the police. The patrol officers came and circled the area, then concluded that it was probably a methane explosion. They notified the municipal authorities to handle the situation and then left.

Yuan Zhensheng took a car back to Jiaofan and asked the director for leave again, saying he wanted to catch up on sleep. The director understood, saying that the young man had been out all night and deserved a good rest. However, he emphasized that this was the last day and he had to be at work on time the next day.

"Yes! I will definitely work hard tomorrow!"

Yuan Zhensheng bowed to the station chief and decided to carry out the assassination tomorrow while on patrol in his police uniform.