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

That night, a torrential downpour began.

Sato Jiro dragged his tired body open the door and put his umbrella and suit jacket away.

The room was dimly lit, and his wife was already asleep, lying in bed breathing evenly.

He didn't make a sound, then lifted a corner of the blanket and shrank back inside.

Unbeknownst to them, there was another person in the room.

It is a pomelo.

At this moment, she is observing everything from an outsider's perspective.

All the information at that moment appeared before her eyes like a movie.

And then... there should be some noise upstairs, right?

Along with my thoughts, I heard the sound of the old man on the second floor swinging a rope.

Sato Jiro also heard the voice, and Muhe Yuzu stared intently at him.

She saw the other man emerge from under the covers and, without disturbing his wife, step onto the stairs.

The sound of conversation could be heard from the second floor; the conversation between the father and son was unknown to outsiders.

After that, Sato Jiro returned to the first floor, trembling all over, and went back into bed, forcing himself to close his eyes and try to fall asleep.

Until dawn.

Until Shibuya was buried by heavy snow.

wrong……

As Muheyou was thinking this, the scene before her eyes rapidly reversed.

The room fell into darkness again. Sato Jiro trembled as he descended the steps and then opened the door...

……

"I see!"

Yuzuki opened her eyes, looked at Satoshi Ohno, and said, "Quickly, expand the perimeter..."

Kamiya Gen stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm certain that I don't need you to teach me; the criminals deserve their punishment." Muheyou's eyes were very firm.

Kamiya Gen stopped trying to stop her.

Anyway, this case has nothing to do with me.

Yuzuki continued instructing Satoshi Ohno: "Expand the cordon to include the surrounding street, focusing on the garbage dump; presumably..."

She turned to look at Sato Jiro, "With such heavy rain last night, you probably couldn't have moved the evidence too far, right?"

The latter's face instantly turned ashen, and he said:

"Officer, I don't understand what you're saying..."

"Do you still want to persevere?"

Mu Heyou thought he was being incredibly stubborn and continued speaking.

"Why did the deceased leave a suicide note, yet have a circular ligature mark on his neck? The reason is simple: I don't know how you persuaded him to write the suicide note, but the cause of his death was definitely strangulation by you."

"It's normal to have my fingerprints on the rope. I was the one who helped lower my father down today."

"Not that one."

Muheyou's gaze shifted downwards, her focus settling on the other person's waist.

"I'd like to ask, since you're all ready to go to work, Mr. Sato, where's your belt?"

Sato Jiro was speechless.

"The thing you used to strangle your father was either a rope or your belt. The reason this piece of evidence wasn't in the house is because you moved it beforehand last night."

Mu Heyou said coldly, her tone carrying an unquestionable indifference.

"I will find it. The rain may wash away the blood, but it cannot wash away the evil you have done..."

thump--

His knee slammed into the ground with a loud thud.

It wasn't Sato Jiro, but his wife.

"Please... Jiro doesn't want to do this either. We've been taking care of Father for so long, we really can't go on like this."

As she spoke, she changed her tune, her nose and tears mixing together.

"It's all my fault. I killed my father last night... Arrest me, I'm the murderer."

"Emi... get up." Sato Jiro bent down to help her up.

"I'm not getting up! I killed him. I couldn't take it anymore. That old bastard has been torturing us. He should have died a long time ago, but he forced us both to die..."

Seeing that he couldn't pull her away, Sato Jiro walked up to Kihara Yuzu himself and stretched out his hands:

"Arrest me, officer. The belt is in the trash bag at the Takahashi's house. You've done a DNA test, and there's no way it could have been Emi's fingerprints on it. She doesn't know anything..."

"She knows."

Muheyou spoke first.

"She definitely knew you were the one who killed him, but she just wanted to cover it up for you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ignored your waist when I presented the evidence."

However, according to the Japanese Penal Code, relatives of prisoners or escapees who simply fail to report an escapee are not subject to punishment.

Upon hearing this, Sato Jiro's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and for the first time, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"That's good...that's good."

……

At noon, inside the police station.

Sato Jiro has been imprisoned, and his father's body has been cremated and eventually handed over to the woman who was crying uncontrollably.

Mu Heyou was extremely busy. This was the first time she had led a team on a police mission alone, and she had even solved a murder case. She had a pile of documents to submit.

And because of some special factor, her superiors gave her great praise for solving the case, and even the police chief said he wanted to have a good talk with her.

But now, Muheyou has no interest in caring about those so-called interpersonal relationships.

All she wanted was to find Kamiya Gen and ask him why he discovered the truth before her but refused to tell her, and even tried to stop her from solving the case.

The two met at a ramen shop outside the police station.

Kamiya Gen acted as if nothing had happened that morning, continuing to enjoy his relaxing holiday.

"Why did you do that back then?"

Muheyou got straight to the point, and after sitting down, she began to speak, her tone devoid of any respect whatsoever.

Kamiya Gen, who was eating noodles, saw this person approaching and casually replied:

"There's no reason why. I'm just an incompetent person. I completely missed the clues that Inspector Muhe mentioned."

Muheyou angrily ordered a bowl of ramen; she hadn't eaten anything since morning.

When the noodles were served, she grew increasingly angry, and took a bag from behind her back, placing it at the other person's feet.

"Here's your coat back. We're no longer partners..."

"I never explicitly stated that I was your partner."

Kamiya Gen was both amused and exasperated. He was only willing to help with the police call today because the other party had paid him.

"You, you, you... I'm so angry! Why, why did you do that when you were clearly capable and could have seen the clues? You're absolutely rotten."

Muheyou used chopsticks to poke the eggs in the bowl, as if he mistook them for Kamiya Gen.

The latter nodded and said:

"Yes, yes, I'm a lousy person, but did you do the right thing?"

He raised his head, revealing a half-smile that made Mu Heyou feel a little uneasy.

"How can you be so sure that Sato Jiro really wanted to kill his father?"

Kamiya Gen didn't stop, bombarding the other party with a series of questions.

"Is it possible that the elderly person was unable to commit suicide, was afraid of death, and, not wanting to burden their children, had no choice but to ask their own son for help?"

"Otherwise, why would there be a suicide note?"

"Otherwise, why didn't he struggle? There wasn't any flesh or blood under his fingernails?"

"You think that capturing Sato Jiro will end everything..."

"But—that already broken family, won't you just completely crush it with what you've done?"