Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

Upon returning to the police station, Yuan Zhensheng was immediately assigned to the support investigation unit.

He was first assigned to the outskirts of Akasaka Minami-cho, where he worked with Chief Nishio to conduct resident visits and registrations, and cooperated with the mobile unit to carry out perimeter security.

Subsequently, due to the continued shortage of police resources, he was transferred to other areas to carry out patrol, checkpoint, and investigation tasks.

Throughout the night, he was constantly on the move between different neighborhoods, handling various temporary instructions from his superiors, responding to inquiries from citizens and dealing with possible emergencies, with almost no rest.

As dawn broke, the search operation was still ongoing. Like other patrol officers, he could only grab a quick bite to eat in the police car or by the roadside during brief shift breaks before returning to the next round of patrols. His body and mind were constantly on the go.

Even Akio Yoshioka couldn't handle such intense work.

It's okay to be tired, but if there's any reward, it'll all be worth it; the problem is that everyone has been busy for so long and hasn't gained anything.

He now understood why the boss always talked about slacking off.

Yusuke Nishio has always regretted that he was not decisive enough and did not catch Rin Shinomiya on the spot, which has also caused him a lot of criticism from his colleagues.

Fortunately, his subordinate, Yuan Zhensheng, encouraged him, saying that this was only human nature and that it showed that the director was a good leader who treated his subordinates well—comparable to Guan Yu letting Cao Cao go at Huarong Road.

Yusuke Nishio became increasingly convinced that he hadn't misjudged the person.

During a brief shift change, with about half an hour left before being transferred to the next mission location, Yusuke Nishio pulled Masaki Hara into a nearby vending machine that was still lit up.

He took out a few coins, bought two cans of cheap beer, and handed one to Yuan Zhensheng.

"Here you go, Yuan Jun, you've had a tough night." He pulled the tab, took a big gulp himself, wiped his mouth, and said, "Sigh, this night has been tough."

"Who says otherwise?" Yuan Zhensheng was also exhausted.

"You're the only one who can keep me company and say a few words at a time like this... Sigh, it's a pity the time is too short," Yusuke Nishio glanced at his watch, "In twenty minutes... no, fifteen minutes, we'll have to set up a checkpoint at the intersection to the east. Hurry up, finish this can and we'll be on duty."

He raised his beer can and gestured towards Hara Masaki: "Hara-kun, thank you so much for today..."

"You're welcome, it's my job." Yuan Zhensheng lightly clinked his glass, and the pager in his pocket suddenly buzzed.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he pretended to remember something, suddenly saying, "Oh right, I just remembered that when I was on patrol just now, I forgot to send a support confirmation signal to Inspector Yoshioka. He said that any new developments should be reported immediately, and according to regulations, it must be reported using a landline."

He gestured towards the lit public phone booth on the street corner: "Chief, I'm going to make a call over there. It'll only take two minutes. I'll be right back. It won't delay the checkpoint setup."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Yusuke Nishio said, waving his hand.

In front of him, Hara Masaki walked into the phone booth, first called Yoshioka Akio to confirm the support signal, then used his body to block the phone, switched to "Stand's Throat," and called Miku.

Only Erbao knew his pager number; they had previously agreed that unless it was an extremely urgent matter, they would never use the pager to notify each other.

He knew it was his earpiece calling when his pager vibrated in his pocket; it was something very urgent. So he immediately looked for an opportunity to call back.

The phone rang four times, indicating that it was safe and no one was listening in. Miura Tomohisa's deep and urgent voice came through the receiver, with an unusually quiet background.

"it's me."

Miura Tomohisa cut to the chase, his tone serious: "To make a long story short, you've become famous, and quite a few people have put a bounty on your head on the black market."

"The entire underworld is in an uproar. Someone from the National Essence Society has offered a billion dollars for the head of Swamp Man, dead or alive... This bounty has now been officially posted through a specific channel."

Yuan Zhensheng listened in silence without interrupting.

Miura Tomo continued quickly, "Now some people believe that the Swamp Man is Shinomiya Rin. Many people who want the bounty are now frantically searching for her throughout the city, thinking that catching her will allow them to claim a billion yen."

"However, the truly intelligent people in the circle don't believe this claim at all. After all, that guy was just an ordinary patrol officer, and a short woman at that, unlike the person who assassinated Kuwata Kenkichi."

"Another theory is now gaining traction—the Swamp Man is someone else entirely, an extremely professional and highly skilled independent assassin, and Shinomiya Rin was either used or accidentally dragged into it."

"The National Essence Society is offering a 1 billion bounty for your life, not only to avenge Shinomiya Masakazu, but also to maintain their own authority."

"It is a huge humiliation for them to have a member of parliament, or a member of parliament they put in power, publicly executed in front of the media."

"Those channels you used before, such as telephone clubs, you absolutely cannot touch them again in the short term."

"I will also be more careful. After this call, unless it is absolutely necessary and safe, we should not contact each other directly for the time being... I will also use pagers sparingly."

"In the past, you might only need to avoid routine searches by the police and gangsters, but now you also have to be wary of your peers, middlemen, and even ordinary people who might do anything for money."

"You could say you were lucky to have killed Kuwata Kenkichi."

"Successfully assassinating Shinomiya Masakazu, and in such a public place, with a sniper rifle... This goes beyond the scope of an assassin. In the eyes of many, you have become a symbol."

"To be honest, I took the order for you before you even started, and I made 500 million from that order."

"You and I have dealt with each other a few times, and you know I'm an honest middleman... So, we'll split this money 50/50. I've put 250 million yen in warehouse A8 on the second basement floor of the Sumiyoshi apartment building in Adachi Ward. The key is under the doormat at the entrance of the warehouse, and you can go and get it anytime."

"In conclusion, I've said everything I needed to say."

"I'm about to fly abroad. This is the last time I'll provide this intelligence for free. Do you have any questions?"

……

Hara Masaki greeted Nishio Yusuke, who was waving from across the street, pointed to his phone to indicate that he was still on a call, and smiled as if nothing had happened, but said, "I only have one question for you."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Did you sell my information to someone else?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

In principle, information confidentiality requires payment. A single piece of information can be permanently bought out for one million yen. Previously, Miura Tomo helped him keep confidential the information related to the assassination of Kuwata Kenkichi, and he was given a free price...

But this time, Miura Tomo paused for a moment, and then the terminal departure announcement came from the background. He said:

"Yes."

Miura Tomohisa paused for a moment: "Many of the top-ranked assassins are very interested in you. If nothing unexpected happens, they're already looking for you... or perhaps someone has already found you."