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

The following afternoon, south of Shibuya Station.

Kamiya Gen successfully joined the arrest team and was on guard duty by the roadside with Takeuchi Takayuki, both dressed in plainclothes.

The two men each held a stack of flyers, handing them to passersby whenever they happened to walk by. They didn't care whether the passersby accepted the flyers or went into the store.

Takeuchi even bought a cup of coffee and leaned against a lamppost, drinking it while idly sipping it.

"You gave me a terrible idea. Inspector Muhe looked at me even stranger today than before."

Takayuki Takeuchi already knew about the conversation between Gen Kamiya and Yuzuki in the rain yesterday. He wanted to laugh but felt it would be impolite, so he quickly picked up his coffee to cover his upturned lips.

"Well... at least they've put you in the team, so it's a good thing."

"Senior Takeuchi, I don't want to come along to arrest people, I just feel that this operation may be risky."

Kamiya Gen explained that he wanted to give him a heads-up, seeing that he seemed to be on a pure vacation.

"What risks could there be...?"

Takeuchi Takayuki was unconcerned. The police force was sufficient for this arrest, and he and Kamiya Gen were assigned to such a distant outskirts. Even if something unexpected happened, it wouldn't be their turn.

Kamiya-kun, on the other hand, although he's a newcomer, it's not his first time on a call, so why is he the one who's nervous?

They're just a few smugglers. Even if, as the report says, the amount involved is at least 50 million, that's more than enough with the current police force—besides, it's not even certain if there's that much money involved.

According to the investigation, the group first traveled to Yokohama by sea, and then arranged for large freight trucks to transport the goods onto the highway.

Some of the legitimate items had already been shipped out in other parts of Tokyo, while this last batch of goods in Shibuya was the so-called smuggled goods, namely that pile of JCB credit cards.

Only a fool would dare to conduct a transaction around Shibuya Station.

The saying "the truly wise hide in plain sight" is not suitable for criminal activities.

As Takeuchi Takayuki was pondering, he caught sight of Mokuha Yuzu walking from the street corner and quickly nudged Kamiya Gen with his elbow.

The latter also saw the yuzu, but because they were on a mission, they didn't react much.

But her outfit today...

Kamiya Gen narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but mentally rate him.

Today she tied her hair up, not as fluffy as usual, but with two braids on either side, the ends hanging loosely over her shoulders, bouncing gently up and down with her steps.

She wore a long white knitted cardigan with a simple round neckline that hugged her petite figure, making her look more neat than when she wore a loose police uniform. Unfortunately, she still couldn't see any curves.

Beneath the knitted sweater, two thighs were peeking out, with white cotton socks clinging to the slender lines of her legs all the way to her knees; the clean cotton material gave a soft and cozy feeling.

"I can tell," Kamiya Gen couldn't help but say.

Takayuki Takeuchi, confused, asked in a low voice, "What?"

"Our disguise with flyers is so inferior compared to hers. She doesn't have to do anything; who would guess she's a police officer..."

Takayuki Takeuchi was too lazy to join in the吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or complain). He was already over forty years old and had a family.

When it comes to this girlish style, he can only think of his own clingy daughter, and silently label Kamiya Gen as a "stubborn lolicon" once again in his mind.

After Muhe Yu approached, Kamiya Gen handed over a flyer and said, "Hello, would you like to come in and take a look? Today..."

Muheyou ignored him, took the flyer and walked away without stopping at all.

"What do you think she came here for?" Kamiya Gen couldn't help but ask as he watched the other person walk away.

Takayuki Takeuchi, believing he had seen through everything long ago, immediately responded:

"She wanted to see you, or rather, she wanted you to see her outfit today, so she made a special trip over here."

"..."

Kamiya Gen's lips trembled slightly. This senior's mouth didn't utter a single normal word. He must be hiding something bad, casting a fishing hook and waiting for him to bite.

If I were to go up to Muheyou and ask her something like "Do you like me?", I would be the biggest idiot of all.

……

The words are divided into two parts.

Muheyou is indeed on patrol.

As the nominal commander-in-chief of this operation, it was her duty to check whether the other officers were standing at their posts.

However, she did wear makeup today, mainly to cover up the marks that still exist on her neck.

The thought of this made Muheyou feel depressed.

She really wanted to drag Kamiya Gen down and teach him a lesson, at least to make him bow and apologize properly.

He was also worried that Kamiya Gen would remember that he had hugged his neck and kissed him back then. If that happened, where would he put his face?

After taking a few deep breaths and calming down, Mu Heyou returned to her post, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Inspector Muhe, according to the schedule, that truck should be getting off the highway soon."

Satoshi Ohno, sitting in the back row, spoke up.

The officers were quite excited today, since they were different from the police inspectors like Muhe You, and were not allowed to carry weapons while on duty.

But now, each officer is equipped with an M36 revolver, extendable baton, handcuffs, tear gas, and other gear, and they really do look like police officers.

However, some people are worried and doubtful whether this operation will be dangerous, since it is rare to see so many police officers operating together.

One of the young patrolmen had already silently left a suicide note in his dormitory.

"Just wait."

Muheyou adjusted the backrest and continued, "We need to wait for that car to arrive at the parking lot, and then wait for the people making the transaction to arrive, and then we'll catch them all in one fell swoop."

"Inspector Muhe... Will we be in danger later? My marksmanship is terrible, I might..."

The patrolman in the driver's seat couldn't help but speak up; he was Harada Keisuke, who had arrived at the scene on a motorcycle last time.

The thought of possibly having to confront some smugglers in a moment made Harada's fingers tremble uncontrollably; he even shifted into the wrong gear while driving.

"Snap—"

Ohno Satoshi reached out from behind and slapped him hard on the head, scolding him, "You bastard, stop saying such embarrassing things. As a policeman, why are you so afraid of this and that?"

He didn't want Muheyou to write in the subsequent action report that Jiaofan's subordinates were cowardly in handling the case, thus ruining their reputation.

Harada Keisuke looked aggrieved, yet dared not disobey.

Muheyou shook her head; she hadn't noticed Ohno's little scheme, and explained:

"There shouldn't be any trouble. If we encounter any danger, I'll be in front."

Just then, the walkie-talkies of several people rang simultaneously:

"Attention all duty units! The target freight vehicle has exited the Tomei Expressway via the Shibuya Access Road and has not entered the planned route south of Shibuya Station."

"Currently heading towards Shinagawa, the third monitoring vehicle has been following closely and has not yet detected any signs of the truck stopping, unloading, or changing passengers."

"Requesting Inspector Mokho to issue further instructions for the next steps!"