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

Originally, Kamiya Gen's idea was to just find any ramen shop, which shouldn't cost much, and that would be enough to apologize.

But to his surprise, Muheyou seemed to have been prepared, leading him around in circles until they finally stopped in front of a barbecue restaurant whose decor clearly indicated it was a rip-off.

"How about we try another place? Look, there are hardly any customers here, which means the food isn't good..."

"Are you going to invite me or not?" Muheyou asked.

Kamiya Gen subconsciously squeezed his wallet, which was almost deflated to a dried-up corpse at his waist, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Let's go, let's go."

The two entered the private room, and Muheyou picked up the menu and ordered a bunch of meat dishes, then handed it to Kamiya Gen.

"I... I'd like some tofu, potatoes, and a bottle of beer, please," Kamiya Gen said to the waiter.

"Two bottles," Muheyou interjected.

The waiter kept taking notes with a pen and paper, and casually said, "Why don't you two consider ordering our 'Koi-yaki' set meal? It comes with two bottles of shochu and a side of plum wine-pickled tomatoes. It's only 500 yen more than the beer you ordered."

Muheyou has excellent calculation skills and felt it was a great deal, so she immediately agreed.

Kamiya Gen raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, but did not refuse.

But when all the dishes were served, and the waiter took out a camera to take a photo of the two of them, Muheyou was stunned.

"What does 'take a picture' mean?" she asked, puzzled.

Kamiya Gen then realized that this guy hadn't understood what the "Burning Love" package was at all, and explained:

"Didn't you see the couples' promotion at the bar? It says that if you leave a photo at the store, you can order this discounted set meal. Otherwise, what store would sell you soju at a low price for no reason and even include plum wine-soaked tomatoes?"

"Couples' activities..."

Muheyou looked at the waiter, full of question marks, "Why do I feel like we're a couple? We don't look like one at all!"

The latter glanced around and realized he had indeed misunderstood, so he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, because Valentine's Day is approaching, and seeing that you two were dining together, I..."

"Never mind, never mind."

Kamiya Gen waved his hand, not wanting to spoil his meal. "Can't I order this set meal if I don't take a picture? But you've already put it here, and besides..."

He glanced at Muheyou's side; the liquor had only been served and several people had already drunk from it, so he couldn't very well send it back.

"How much more money do you want?" Kamiya Gen asked.

The shop assistant was a little embarrassed, as this was the first time she had encountered such a situation, and she was about to ask the shop manager.

Muheyou thought for a moment and said, "There's no need to pay more. You... if you can't handle it, just film it. This kind of thing isn't that important, is it?"

I don't know who she was asking, but no one answered.

The shop assistant breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the two were probably a couple who hadn't officially started dating yet.

And it was clear that the woman had all the power to make the decision, as she immediately took out her camera.

"Would you two like to move a little closer?"

Before Kamiya Gen could make a move, he was forcibly pulled over by Kiha Yu.

"It's just to save you some money, don't overthink it..."

She spoke quickly, then looked at the camera and told Kamiya Gen not to keep that deadpan expression.

click-

The shutter clicked crisply, and the photo-taking process was quick.

The waiter put away the camera, bowed again in apology, and said that the photos could be picked up at the front desk after the meal.

After the waiter left, Kamiya Gen was thinking of something to say to warm up the atmosphere when he turned around and saw that Kiha Yu had already picked up tongs and started picking up meat, and was also carefully brushing oil on it with a small brush.

As expected... I was overthinking it; this guy couldn't possibly be embarrassed.

With that in mind, he started working, placing potato slices onto the baking tray.

It's not entirely about saving money; it's just that barbecued foods are somewhat unhealthy, and Shengu Yuan values ​​health highly.

"Wait, this isn't right, let me do it."

A few minutes later, noticing that the grilled meat in front of Muheyou was about to burn, Kamiya Gen took the tongs from her.

He has a level 5 skill in cooking. Even if he is not as good as a star chef, he is good enough to be a barbecue master and can control the heat of all ingredients with great precision.

Muheyou was quite surprised. Watching Kamiya Gen flip through the pages, she asked:

"Kamiya-kun's technique looks very skilled."

"What do you think? If I didn't become a policeman, I could totally open a restaurant in Shibuya," Kamiya Gen teased her.

"It seems so." Muheyou nodded and took a sip of shochu.

Kamiya Gen felt that she was always a bit out of sync with him, and he should obviously give her a piece of his mind here.

"That's enough, eat quickly."

Kamiya Gen quickly placed a slice of grilled beef onto the other person's plate.

Muheyou also picked up her chopsticks, picked up some meat, put it in her mouth, and gave a thumbs up.

Kamiya Gen slightly raised the corners of his mouth and picked up another piece of meat.

Muheyou quickly took over.

And so, the two achieved their first truly seamless teamwork.

In just over ten minutes, Muheyou's face turned completely red from eating.

She could only hold onto the table with one hand while quickly grabbing meat and stuffing it into her mouth with the other, showing absolutely no airs of a young lady.

Having finally fed the pig to its fill, and seeing that she was in a good mood, Kamiya Gen began eating his own vegetables, casually remarking:

"By the way, haven't you always wanted to solve a big case?"

"What... hiccup—"

Kikuno ate too quickly and couldn't help but burp. She quickly grabbed a swig of shochu to suppress it. "What does Kamiya-kun want to say?"

"My informant told me that there will be a large-scale smuggling operation of counterfeit JCB cards in the parking lot of the south exit of Shibuya Station next Wednesday at 9 pm. Each gold card sells for 80,000 yen on the black market. There are more than 600 of them this time, and the amount involved is at least 50 million yen. This is definitely not something I can catch on my own."

JCB was a commonly used credit card in those days because in the 1980s, most of the systems of Japanese banks and merchants were not connected. As long as the magnetic stripe information was correct and the signature was similar, counterfeit cards could pass verification.

Therefore, it is currently the hard currency in the black market.

In reality, Kamiya Gen was oversimplifying things. According to Matsumoto Teng's information, this smuggling case involves more than just the circulation of 50 million counterfeit JCBs; it also seems to involve expensive jewelry and a large-scale passport transaction.

If we include all of them, the case would be worth at least hundreds of millions.

"Really?!"

Mu Heyou's eyes widened. Seemingly realizing her voice was too loud, she quickly lowered her head, adjusting her clothes and tucking the collar of her police uniform into her winter coat, as if afraid someone would see. "How did you know... is it believable?"

Kamiya Gen held up his right hand and gestured a number.

"Twenty percent? What kind of unreliable news is that...?"

"I meant 80%," Kamiya Gen said helplessly, it seemed the other person's alcohol tolerance wasn't very high.

Muheyou immediately perked up, feeling that as a police officer, it was utterly useless of her to drink heavily after get off work.

Didn't you see, Kamiya-kun, who usually keeps a low profile, suddenly says he has an informant who can provide information on such a big case...

She propped herself up and grabbed Kamiya Gen's hand.

The latter, thinking the workaholic was about to take her back to the police station to report the news, said, "Wait, it's about next Wednesday..."

"I have another question," Muheyou said.

Kamiya Gen paused slightly, then asked, "Are you worried about something?"

Muheyou lowered her head, staring intently at the sizzling tofu on the baking tray, and asked seriously:

"Does Kamiya-kun think hair color like Miyazawa's is attractive?"

It was getting dark in Shibuya.

She was completely drunk.