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

In Japan, although the police station is at the very bottom of the police system, it is different from the police station in China—it is more like a "police station" rooted in the streets.

It was very small, just an inconspicuous little pavilion next to the two of them.

Several patrol officers remained inside the pavilion at that moment.

They weren't in the mood to slack off; they were all quietly watching the show.

After all, once this opportunity is gone, where else can you see two police inspectors flirting like this?

……

Kamiya Gen noticed the gaze from that direction. While still exerting force with his right hand, he didn't forget to lower his voice and say, "Do you really have to act crazy here for others to see... How embarrassing."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

Muheyou tried to push him hard, but her headbutt was blocked. Her arms were not long enough, and she was not as strong as her opponent. Even if she used all her attacks, it was of no use at all.

This made her somewhat exasperated, so she could only reach out and stomp on Kamiya Gen's shoes.

However, the latter still managed to dodge it repeatedly.

"Let me, let me step on it!"

Kamiya Gen was speechless and silently put his foot back where it was, letting her step on it—if this continued, the patrolmen in the ward would be laughing their heads off.

Having finally gained some advantage, the anger from the wood and pomelo dissipated by more than half.

Then, with a stern face, she withdrew her foot, not even bothering to see what Kamiya Gen's expression was, and turned to leave directly in the direction of the police station.

After walking a few steps, she realized that the guy behind her hadn't followed, so she turned around and glared at Kamiya Gen.

Judging from the situation, if we don't go with her, the second "world war" will break out again.

Kamiya Gen didn't have time to polish his shoes, so he could only pretend nothing had happened and silently follow along.

The two walked side by side for several blocks without saying a word.

A cold wind swept past, carrying fallen leaves from the street, and the occasional car horn sounded, making the atmosphere even more somber.

Seeing that Yuzuki had half her face buried in her collar, Gen Kamiya said helplessly:

"Going directly to her school to help Miyazawa Yuzuki deal with her troubles is definitely not a good idea, and we can't just stay there forever. She'll still be bullied after we leave, so we have no choice but to..."

"In short, your method is good, and you think things through a lot. I know I can't keep up with Inspector Kamiya, so there's no need to say more."

Muheyou interrupted, her tone sullen.

Kamiya Gen sighed and said:

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have left you in the hospital..."

"And what's more, do you know how agonizing those next few hours were while I was on guard duty?"

"I shouldn't have ignored the message," Kamiya Gen said.

Muheyou did not answer.

The atmosphere fell silent again, with only the sound of the wind passing by and the occasional car horn.

By the time I got back to the police station, it was almost time to leave work.

Before Kamiya Gen could say anything more, Kiha Yu had already returned to her workstation.

Why is it so complicated? Didn't I already apologize?

He couldn't help but think about it, so he had no choice but to go back and pack his things to prepare to leave work.

Most of the colleagues in the criminal investigation department noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two, but no one took the initiative to greet them; they were all busy with their own work.

Not long after, it was exactly seven o'clock, time to leave, but Kamiya Gen didn't know if he could leave.

He wanted to pass on the clues given to him by Matsumoto Teng to Kiha Yu.

But the other person just sat there at their workstation, seemingly writing materials, without even glancing in their direction.

"I'm leaving, Kamiya. You can take your time with your work." "Kamiya-kun, I'm leaving now."

Although many of his colleagues in the criminal investigation department were secretly jealous of Kamiya Gen, they wouldn't show it openly, and they would still say goodbye to him when they left.

"Take care." "Take care, I haven't finished preparing my materials yet."

Kamiya Genichi responded to each of them, and finally saw them all off.

When only he and Yuzuki were left in the office, Kamiya Gen suddenly remembered the days when he was always called to the office by Saionji.

Since the Takahashi Toru case, this police superintendent seems to have been under a lot of pressure from his superiors and has been paying less "attention" to Kamiya Gen.

Especially after Suzuki Shizue's trial, she immediately took a long leave of absence, reportedly to travel abroad...

The clock ticked away, and time ticked by.

Even though it wasn't his shift, Kamiya Gen could only sit in his seat, organizing the materials over and over again, but he still couldn't finish.

Finally, he figured it out.

Why bother arguing with an idiot?

So he got up, straightened his clothes, walked to Mu Heyou's side, bent down slightly, and said earnestly:

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."

The office chair creaked and spun around, Mu Heyou's short black hair spinning in the air, spreading out and then coming back together.

With her back to Kamiya Gen, she asked:

"Are you... sure?"

Actually, she had already calmed down.

But sometimes, once you're put on that pedestal, even if Muheyou has a small face, you really can't back down.

Besides, if you're going to admit your mistake, why make up those excuses?

He might be better at handling high school student incidents than he was, but in any case, he shouldn't have abandoned his partner.

Why can't you discuss things with yourself?

Could it be that in his eyes, he's just a brainless cop who only knows how to arrest people when something happens...?

"I'm sure," Kamiya Gen said earnestly, "It will never happen again."

As he spoke, he glanced at the documents on Muheyou's desk out of the corner of his eye. He had been wondering what this guy was so busy with that he could write for so long.

As his vision gradually cleared, Kamiya Gen's lips twitched slightly.

The seemingly dense handwriting actually consists of drawing turtles in the first half of the piece.

The second half consists of phrases like, "Come and apologize to me in the last three minutes," "Five minutes," "Just three more minutes..." "Aren't you coming over yet?!"

He squinted, looking at the top of Muheyou's head:

"How about... we go grab a bite to eat? It's on me."

"Yes, yes, I, this young lady, have very generously forgiven you..."

Muheyou turned around, glanced at him, and muttered under her breath, "Don't think you can just let this go. If it happens again, I promise I won't talk to you for at least seven days... three days. Go get me a cup of hot water, and use your tea leaves."

She had long wanted to know what kind of tea Kamiya Gen drank every day, and this was a good opportunity to find out.

"OK."

Kamiya Gen nodded in agreement. He didn't want to go against the other party at this time, so he picked up the teacup from the wood and went to the water dispenser.

Muheyou didn't stay where she was. After packing her things and picking up her briefcase, she walked to the entrance of the police station to wait.

Just then, Officer Murakami, who had arranged for her to deliver the evidence that morning, was off duty. Seeing Yuzuki standing guard at the door, he called out to her:

"How did it go? Did you manage to find Inspector Kamiya for his supplementary duties today?"

"I didn't go to him. I have plenty of free time," Muheyou replied.

Murakami was somewhat surprised. He was originally from the Evidence Division and didn't know the two of them had returned together. He asked in confusion:

"Is that so? Is Inspector Kiha waiting for someone?"

Muheyou didn't want to admit it, and stammered, "No, no... I am..."

A slightly amused voice came from behind, and Kamiya Gen, holding a teacup, called out:

"Come on, come on, the tea is here!"

Muheyou looked embarrassed, but Murakami saw through it and left without saying anything, just chuckled and left early.