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

Kamiya Gen wasn't just doubting; he was almost certain that this was indeed the case in the "murder case."

This can be seen from the neighbors' descriptions.

This can also be seen from Sato Jiro's attitude.

The key point is... the evil thought above the other party's head is only yellow.

These days, even the thought of stealing something or finding a god-waiting girl in Shinjuku can manifest as a purple malice.

It has already touched on a murder case, and the target is his own father, but it is only a yellow evil thought—there is no other possibility except that Sato Jiro was forced to do it.

Therefore, after discovering clues and deducing the entire process, Kamiya Gen decided not to get involved in the case anymore.

If we can delay for another half hour, we can wait for the garbage collectors to take the evidence away.

No matter how strange the ligature marks on the victim's neck were, the case could only be left unsolved in the end.

He lacked an excessive sense of justice, and had no reason to tear apart a family's last shred of dignity and go against the wishes of the deceased in the name of so-called "procedural justice."

On the contrary, after seeing Yuzuki begin to profile and deduce the cause of the case, and after seeing her make a completely different choice from his own, Gen Kamiya knew that he and she were definitely not on the same path.

Continuing to associate with this kind of person will only make your life more and more troublesome.

"Anyway... I'm just a lowly police officer, while you—Inspector Muhe—are young and capable, with unlimited potential. We're two different kinds of people, so it's best if we work together less in the future."

After finishing his noodles, Kamiya Gen put his chopsticks aside, rubbed his stomach, and let out a very uncouth burp.

"I'm leaving now, please enjoy your meal."

"Don't leave."

Muheyou, holding the bowl, moved to the outside of him, blocking him inside before giving Kamiya Gen a chance to refuse.

"Do you think I wouldn't think of those things?" she said, breaking apart a disposable chopstick.

"I don't want to discuss things like 'police duties,' 'justice,' or 'the rule of law' with you... It's not appropriate for a girl like you to be blocking my way like this, especially in a ramen shop."

He deliberately used these words to change the subject, trying to force her to move aside.

"Kamiya-kun, I don't intend to discuss who is right and who is wrong with you, but there are some things I have to say."

Ignoring his teasing, Muheyou lowered her head and ate a big mouthful of noodles.

Kamiya Gen rolled his eyes at her, but he really couldn't get out now. He didn't know what was wrong with this store, making the seating area for customers so cramped. What if there was an earthquake?

Muheyou ate very quickly, and spoke at an equally rapid pace:

"If the police solve a case, they need to consider whether it will break up a family, and they need to consider other people's feelings. Regarding today's incident... how many more elderly people do you think will 'voluntarily die' in Japan in a few years?"

"Those things have nothing to do with me." Kamiya Gen frowned. "I'm just going to work as usual."

"You are a capable person, and so am I."

Muheyou said this without any embarrassment or self-praise, but rather as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "From the age of eighteen, when I decided to become a police officer, I started thinking about my future..."

"Please speak."

Kamiya Gen has completely given up.

Judging from this, I'm not leaving until she finishes speaking.

"Many things are neither right nor wrong. Was Sato Jiro wrong? Of course he was wrong to kill his own father, but many people don't think he was wrong."

Muheyou reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Perhaps because the noodles were too hot, a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, glistening under the glow of the snow outside the shop.

She swallowed a large mouthful of noodles and continued,

"Was his wife wrong? She shouldn't be. After all, he was her man, her husband of over ten years. It's understandable that she would want to protect Sato Jiro..."

As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced at Kamiya Gen.

"Did you do something wrong again? You just wanted to keep that family together, you couldn't bear to see the Sato family collapse, you didn't do anything wrong..."

Kamiya Gen pulled out a piece of paper from the side and handed it to her, feeling really distressed to see her covered in sweat.

Muheyou took the tissue and wiped her sweat, then turned to look at him with an unusually serious expression:

"Was I wrong? As a police officer, I caught a murderer; was that wrong too?"

This time, they clearly want an answer.

After hesitating for a long time, Kamiya Gen finally spoke:

"You did nothing wrong."

"Then who is at fault?" Muheyou quickly pressed.

Kamiya Gen thought to himself, "What does this have to do with me? You keep rambling on about nothing. I'm about to go play baseball later."

However, he didn't want to argue with the other party, since Inspector Muhe seemed unusually serious at the moment.

He even suspected that if he didn't go along with what the other person was saying, he wouldn't have a good afternoon off.

"I don't know... What brilliant idea do you have?" Kamiya Gen answered honestly.

Muheyou extended one finger, pointing to her badge:

"It's wrong, or rather, the country behind it is sick."

Kamiya Gen's lips twitched slightly; he had already anticipated what nonsense this young lady with such a powerful background was about to spout.

"If our pension system were good enough, the Sato family wouldn't be in this situation. He and his wife wouldn't need to spend all their time and salary taking care of the elderly."

Muheyou was already hyped up, completely absorbed in her own mental world.

"As a police officer, even though we are still in a low rank and it may take many years to climb up, I must change this country, change the minds of those old men, and heal this country."

"The world belongs to them, and to us, but ultimately, it belongs to us?"

Kamiya Gen subconsciously replied.

Muheyou's eyes suddenly lit up, as dazzling as snowflakes in the sky.

She slammed down her chopsticks and patted Kamiya Gen on the shoulder:

"That's right! That's great! Where did you copy that from? Don't tell me you came up with it yourself."

"..."

Kamiya Gen did not want to answer.

In short!

Muheyou was full of energy, her tone brimming with enthusiasm, much like a goose raising its neck high. "As you said, this country will be ours sooner or later, and for that, we must heal it!"

"Just talk about yourself, don't drag me into it." Kamiya Gen was speechless.

"You're my partner, why aren't you with us?"

Muheyou squinted at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"You took my money, are you trying to back out? As a man, that's incredibly irresponsible!"

She spoke rather loudly, which attracted the attention of other customers in the noodle shop.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Muheyou's police uniform and Kamiya Gen's civilian clothes, and countless speculations began to emerge.

"I... I'll return the money to you."

Kamitani Gen lowered his voice, preparing to reach into his pocket.

Muheyou pressed down on his hand, leaning forward slightly. A strange, refreshing fragrance wafted into Kamiya Gen's nostrils, causing him to forget to break free for a moment.

She opened her eyes wide, raised her delicate eyebrows, and said earnestly:

"Kamiya-kun, I need you."