The Tokyo Police Journey Begins with the Ability to See Evil Thoughts

Inside an interrogation room at a police station in Shibuya Ward, Tokyo.

The dim, yellow light reflected off the shattered glass windows and spread throughout the hall, making the surrounding atmosphere somewhat gloomy.

With a sharp crack, the overhead light suddenly switched colors, and the blinding white light shone directly on the young man in the chair, forcing him to subconsciously lower his head to avoid the scorching gaze.

"Name."

The middle-aged policeman's voice was devoid of warmth; his pen hovered over the notebook, waiting for the other party's response.

"Kamiya Gen".

"age."

"Twenty-five."

"Home address".

Upon hearing this question, Kamiya Gen finally raised his head from his chair, a hint of undisguised helplessness in his eyes, and looked at the policeman opposite him:

"You've asked me these questions at least three times already."

"Answer whatever I ask!"

The middle-aged policeman sat up straight and slammed his pen on the table.

"Okay, I live at 32 Shinsencho. Besides me, I have a younger sister who is just an adult. We came to Tokyo last August because of my job transfer..."

Kamiya Gen was very cooperative, speaking very quickly, and even answered the questions the other party wanted to ask later.

Finally, the middle-aged policeman put down his pen once again and turned to look at the young man in front of him.

He had been in the police force for over a decade, and this was truly the first time he had ever seen someone enter the police station so unassumingly—especially since the person was now suspected of intentional homicide.

He's a tough guy to deal with... Should I call some more people over?

"Officer Oki, you're daydreaming."

Kamiya Gen's voice rang out at just the right moment, interrupting Oki's thoughts.

Shinya Oki narrowed his eyes, refocusing his gaze on Gen Kamiya, his tone carrying a deliberate hint of sarcasm:

"Does a murderer like you feel excited when the police interrogate you?"

"What kind of statement is that?"

Kamiya Gen raised his hands, and the shackles on his wrists clattered together with a crisp ringing sound.

He said with a bitter expression, "You arrested me without saying a word, and now a full five hours have passed. I'm just an innocent passerby, and I really can't get excited."

"How long are you going to keep pretending?! Don't think you can't be caught just because there aren't any security cameras there!"

Da Mu was furious, spittle flying through the air. "I have plenty of ways to deal with you. If you keep being so stubborn, I don't mind using some..."

As he spoke, seeing Kamiya Gen's indifferent attitude, Oki's speaking speed actually slowed down.

At that moment, he thought about many things.

The young man in front of me may seem weak and helpless, but he is actually extremely cold-blooded.

It seems I need to throw out a 'hook' first to get information out of him.

Thinking of this, he pressed the button on the desktop and spoke into the microphone:

"Bring up the forensic report."

As he said this, Oki kept glancing at Kamiya Gen out of the corner of his eye. When he noticed that the other man's right index finger suddenly twitched, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Sure enough, even the most composed person will slip up.

A moment later, the interrogation room door opened, and a colleague walked in, handing Daiki a paper document while leaning down and whispering in his ear:

"If you really can't get them to talk, then we'll do it the old way. I'll keep an eye on the surveillance cameras for you."

However, Daiki shook his head.

It wasn't that he was worried about anything like "uncivilized law enforcement." He had countless ways to make the young man in front of him suffer inhuman torture without getting hurt.

There's no need for that right now.

Putting those thoughts aside, Oki brought his mind back to the current case. As soon as his colleague left, he immediately took the documents in his hand and spoke to Kamiya Gen:

"According to the description in this document, the forensic examination determined the time of death to be exactly when you were passing through that area. You said you didn't hear any unusual sounds, right?"

"No." Kamiya Gen's answer was concise and clear.

Oki snorted and continued, "Then I want to ask you, why are there bloodstains of the deceased on your clothes? Don't spout nonsense like 'how could that be?' I'm just stating the results of the examination in this document."

"Although the murder weapon hasn't been found yet, I think you wouldn't have had enough time to hide it properly in such a short time. I advise you to confess now, and you might get a lighter sentence."

Daiki placed the file face down on the table. Although it was blank, he spoke with great conviction.

"Don't say you had no grudge against the deceased. There have been several indiscriminate killings in Shibuya recently, and I now suspect that you were the one who did them all."

"Officer, but I'm really innocent, and besides, haven't you forgotten something?"

Kamiya Gen sighed and continued, "Even if, as you say, I'm a deranged serial killer, why didn't I prepare before reporting it?"

Upon hearing this, Daiki felt his mind suddenly become a bit confused.

Is this guy the one who reported the crime?

He immediately turned to look at the documents next to him and found that the situation was indeed as the other party had described.

The information written in the "reporter" column is indeed that of Gen Kamiya himself.

But seemingly to achieve logical consistency, he spoke almost without thinking, subconsciously saying:

"Even if you were the one who reported the crime, it doesn't change the fact that you're the prime suspect, regardless of the evidence or..."

"etc."

Kamiya Gen sighed, crossed his arms, and finally said with some impatience, "Oki Shinya, think carefully about who the real murderer is."

"What are you talking about? It's clearly..."

Daiki was a little confused by his question.

At this moment, Kamiya Gen slowly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked down at Oki Shinya with an extremely cold and domineering tone:

"What was the deceased's name?"

"Masako..."

"I asked for her full name!"

Kamiya Gen's voice suddenly rose, and his aura instantly overwhelmed his opponent.

Shinya Oki couldn't figure it out, and could only subconsciously search for the answer in his mind:

"The deceased...the deceased's name was Ōki...Ōki Masako..."

"Pata—"

Kamiya Gen snapped his fingers, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the middle-aged police officer before him, carrying a hint of inquiry:

"Think about it carefully, you know her, right?"

"asshole!"

Shinya Ōki suddenly flew into a rage, rising to his feet and grabbing Gen Kamiya by the collar with both hands. "Masako was my sister! You killed her! You murderer..."

In terms of height alone, the two are actually quite similar, but in terms of physique, Kamiya Gen is much smaller than Oki Shinya.

However, even when he held it like that, the latter did not move an inch.

Kamiya Gen reached out and easily pressed Oki Shinya back into his chair, while his voice slowed and became slightly guiding as he spoke:

"Nobuya Oki, think again. Who is the murderer—me or you?"