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

After chatting, Muheyou understood the situation.

Miyazawa Yuzuki is seventeen years old and attends Shibuya Minami High School, a private school. She is currently a second-year student with average grades and is considered a member of the "delinquent" circle in her class.

Why say it counts? Although she didn't say it herself, Muheyou could tell from the details, her words and clothes that she was the type who desperately wanted to join the group but was never accepted.

Being a delinquent isn't so easy. Just looking at your appearance, you can't be too bad, otherwise how can you join your girlfriends in making fun of others?

However, Miyazawa Yuzuki doesn't seem to need to worry about this.

Even from a girl's perspective, Muheyou would give her at least an 80 out of 100.

But that's not really important, since which girl in Japan doesn't wear makeup these days?

To get involved in "delinquent" activities, the most important factor is family background.

It doesn't need to be too exaggerated, but it should at least reach the point of being distinguished in front of others.

In this respect, Miyazawa Yuzuki clearly falls short.

Putting aside the fact that she even uses cheap nail polish, her blonde hair is clearly not dyed at an expensive hair salon.

It looks like someone used some cheap dye to do it in front of a mirror, which made the color at the roots look a bit bad. Upon closer inspection, you can also see that the ends are slightly split, so it probably hasn't been properly cared for.

It can be said that in just a few minutes of contact.

Miyazawa Yuzuki's family, personality, and everything else were all digitized and listed in Muhe You's mental calculator, and the entire analysis was completed with great precision and speed.

And finally, a definitive conclusion is reached—Kamiya-kun was probably not lying…

"What is Sister Muhe thinking about?"

Upon hearing this, Muheyou quickly snapped out of her daze, took a bite of eel rice, and then replied:

"Uh...it's nothing. I've just been too busy with work lately, and there's just too much to do, so I tend to get distracted."

"I really envy you guys. Civil servants must have very high salaries, right?" Miyazawa Yuzuki asked.

Kamiya Gen interrupted the conversation but didn't answer her question: "Why do you call her 'older sister' but call me 'older brother'?"

As expected, I successfully received an eye roll in response:

"Because you remember even a single eel rice bowl..."

However, despite saying that, Miyazawa Yuzuki still didn't intend to renege on her debt. She pulled a small wooden knife from somewhere at her waist and placed it on the table.

"This is a handmade item, so I'll leave it with you for now. Consider it 800 yen, and I'll pay you back when I get my wages from my part-time job."

Kamiya Gen frowned, reaching out as he spoke:

"You're carrying dangerous items at all times; they should have been confiscated in the first place..."

Miyazawa Yuzuki quickly withdrew her wooden sword, staring at him as if he were a robber, muttering under her breath, "You bastard, you piece of trash..."

Very well, they've started swearing.

Kamiya Gen rarely heard this title, after all, he was not a patrol officer, and the cases he went out to investigate were not minor ones. Generally, suspects or their families would not dare to curse him like that, unless they wanted to be detained.

Muheyou had never heard of it before and even asked Miyazawa Yuzuki what "mapo" meant.

The latter looked embarrassed, after all, the policewoman next to him seemed much kinder, and since they were both girls, it was a bit difficult to explain.

He immediately lowered his head and changed the subject, handing over the wooden knife:

"Sister Muhe, do you think this counts as a dangerous item?"

Muheyou hesitated for a moment, looking at the object that was clearly sharper than the training wooden swords used by ordinary high school kendo club students, and then said:

"Even though it's not long enough, it still counts. Why do you always carry this thing around with you?"

"Hand it over honestly, and don't mention the 800 yen. I'll let you off the hook since you're young." Kamiya Gen raised the corners of his mouth.

"It's just for self-defense; Shibuya's not exactly safe..."

Miyazawa Yuzuki was somewhat unconvinced, but she still handed over the wooden sword.

Kamiya Gen casually took it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Why aren't you in class? Isn't it time for school to end yet?"

Muheyou asked the question that had been puzzling her for a long time.

Miyazawa Yuzuki looked troubled, as if she didn't know how to answer.

Kamiya Gen spoke up to explain for her:

"It seems that the leader of the small group asked her to help arrange drinks for all the girls today. She didn't have any money on her, so she was embarrassed to go to school. She asked for sick leave by pretending to be a parent. She didn't dare to stay at home, so she could only wander around."

Upon hearing this, Muheyou immediately slammed her hand on the table. Instead of scolding Miyazawa Yuzuki, she narrowed her eyes and said:

"Who does she think she is, entrusting you with this kind of thing? Shouldn't this be her responsibility?"

"???"

Kamiya Gen and Miyazawa Yuzuki both looked at her, somewhat confused by Kiha Yu's thought process.

"Isn't that right?"

Muheyou glanced at the two of them and said seriously, "Since you've decided to be the leader, you should take good care of your sisters. As for money, that's her own problem."

Looking at the eel rice on his plate, Kamiya Gen wondered if he had some misunderstanding about Yuzuki's past.

How come she looks like a true delinquent?

How could a short, cute girl with a delicate, fair face and short hair, who is also a rich girl from Kyoto, possibly have made it through high school?

An extremely absurd scene slowly emerged in his mind:

Wearing a sailor uniform, Muhe Yuzu placed one foot on the table, pulled out a spiked club, and shouted at her underlings in a thick Kyoto accent:

"We're going to take down those bastards on West Street today! Anyone got the confidence?!"

The crowd raised their arms and shouted in unison, saying things like "Victory is certain!" and "Victory is certain!"

Then, the bodyguard from the Muhe family, wearing a suit and sunglasses, walked into the classroom, bowed, and said solemnly, "Miss, the vehicles are ready. Everyone can leave now."

Upon hearing this, Muheyou exclaimed "Yoshi!" and then pulled out a wad of banknotes from her pocket, tossing it to the other person and saying something like, "You did a good job."

She then waved her arm, and all the delinquents followed her out of the classroom, before getting into a car that stretched as far as the eye could see...

……

Kamiya Gen shook his head, dispelling his nonsensical fantasy.

Just then, I saw Muhe Yu reach out and pat Miyazawa Yuzuki on the shoulder.

She was extremely serious, yet her tone carried an inexplicable sense of security.

"Leave it to me. We'll go to your school in a bit and give her a good talking to..."

—Is this meant to teach people not to go astray? After all, high school students should be focusing on their studies. With the economy declining so severely, finding a job will only get harder in the future. People should always look forward, instead of wasting their days in school…

As Kamiya Gen was thinking this, he heard Kiha Yuzu say:

"Teach her how to be a good leader!"