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

The snow is still falling, and it seems to be getting heavier.

"Why isn't Kamiya-kun answering me?"

Muheyou's teeth chattered, but her voice carried a stubbornness that wouldn't give up until she got the answer.

Kamiya Gen was momentarily speechless. The topic had shifted too abruptly, jumping directly from the logic of solving the case to his personal affairs, catching him somewhat off guard.

To say that Saionji threatened him, there was actually no real action taken; at most, there were some unsettling hints.

But to say there's absolutely no risk feels like it's just a matter of time.

Wait, why is this guy suddenly interested in his own affairs?

"Inspector Kihachi really knows how to apply what he's learned, but why is he paying attention to things that aren't part of his job?"

Kamiya Gen threw the question back at him; in his memory, Kiha Yu was a complete idiot who only cared about work.

Muheyou breathed on her palms, then hugged them to her chest and continued to tremble. She answered almost without hesitation:

"Like Kamiya-kun, I was a young person who was exceptionally recruited to the police station. Many times, even if the senior officers didn't say anything, I could see the strange looks they gave us. What's wrong with me considering you my partner? It's normal to care about your partner's well-being, right?"

"That's normal...would you like to put on some clothes first?"

It was only after a moment that Kamiya Gen realized how terribly she was frozen that he took off his outermost winter coat and handed it to her. As for himself, being a man who was extremely concerned about his health, he had to wear two sets of winter clothes when going out in cold weather.

Muheyou paused for a moment, then reached out and took the coat, wrapping it around her body.

The thick fabric still carried warmth, spreading from my back all the way to my chest, instantly dispelling most of the biting chill.

However, Kamiya Gen's coat was simply too big for her; the cuffs dragged on her fingertips, and the hem covered her knees.

In Kamiya Gen's view, the silly goose next to him has now turned into a penguin, and he doesn't know when it will accidentally fall down.

"Hurry up and answer me, Kamiya-kun, we're almost back to the dorm."

Kamiya Gen pulled himself out of his thoughts and said, "That didn't happen."

He was always cautious, so how could he say something without evidence? Besides, who knew if the inspector next to him was tight-lipped? If any rumors got out, his situation might be even worse.

"Alright, Kamiya-kun is going back..."

Muheyou looked up at the dormitory gate, but before she could finish speaking, the walkie-talkie on her waist suddenly crackled to life, breaking the silence of the snowy field.

"Calling Shibuya Criminal Investigation Division - Kihachi-031, please respond."

She tried to reach for the walkie-talkie, but because her sleeves were too long, she couldn't extend her hand at all.

The same voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

Kamiya Gen stepped in just in time to help her remove the walkie-talkie from her waist—he didn't want to see this guy hurriedly taking off his coat and getting his winter clothes dirty.

Yuzuki was very cooperative, not giving much thought to gender differences. Seeing Gen Kamiya press the button, she immediately spoke into the walkie-talkie:

"Muhe-031 received, please proceed to command center."

"At No. 3, 15-2-chome, Jinnan-cho, a family member reported that someone in the house had died. The family member stated that it was a suicide. The person who reported the incident is Sato. The contact number is 3467-8921. Please dispatch the police immediately."

In response to the inquiry, Yuzuki Kano stated, "To confirm again, the address is 2-15-3, Jinnan-cho. The family member, Sato, reported the incident, and the deceased is suspected to have committed suicide, is that correct?"

"It has been confirmed that the person who reported the case was in a state of panic and initially stated that the deceased was his father."

"Muhe-031 departs immediately and will report back to the scene upon arrival."

"Received. Be careful and keep communication open."

"clear."

After the conversation ended, Kamiya Gen helped her put the walkie-talkie back into her waistband, preparing to wait for her to take off her coat so he could go back to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Mu Heyou suddenly looked up and said:

"Kamiya-kun, your chance has come!"

"What...opportunity?" Kamiya Gen looked bewildered.

Mu Heyou, her face flushed with excitement, pulled her sleeves up forcefully, reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt, and said:

"This is my first time handling a call, and since you're here, we can go together and see who solves it first..."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Kamiya Gen quickly shook his head. "What do you mean, 'we all go together'? I'm off duty today. You should contact the patrol chief and ask him to send some junior officers to assist you. What does this have to do with me?"

"But aren't we partners and rivals? You outmaneuvered me in that case yesterday, are you not going to give me a chance to win back today?" Muheyou said matter-of-factly.

Kamiya Gen's temple throbbed, and he said speechlessly, "When did we become rivals? Besides, this is just a suicide case, what's the point of solving it?"

"First of all, we were already rivals when you forced me to stay up all night last night."

Muheyou replied, increasing the pressure on her hand, trying to forcefully pull Kamiya Gen away.

"Furthermore, once it's confirmed as a suicide, or even just a suspected suicide, isn't this the perfect opportunity to demonstrate our abilities?"

Kamiya Gen didn't care about her feelings. It was his precious day off, and all he wanted to do was lie in bed and sleep in. After breaking free, he said:

"In short, I'm not going. Who has nothing better to do than work during their off-duty hours?"

"We're police officers. How can we simply think of this as just a job? It's our duty. Aren't you always waiting for the radio to ring so you can immediately get going?"

People can actually laugh when they're speechless, and that's exactly what happened to Kamiya Gen at that moment.

He wanted to ask, among all these people in the police station, who exactly held this kind of thought?

Isn't everyone just hoping for less work, ideally just sitting at their desk drinking coffee and getting through today, tomorrow, and the day after?

Japanese police don't get much of a reward for solving cases; their salaries are always the same, and at most, they just add a little something to their "case-solving achievements."

"I don't have such high moral standards... I want to go back to sleep. Nobody's going to give me money anyway, so why would I do something like this?"

After saying this, Kamiya Gen turned around and was about to leave, not even bothering to take his coat.

"Wait! I'll give you money. How much do you want for you to agree to come with me?"

Muheyou quickly grabbed him and, with great effort, pulled a pink wallet from her waist, then took out a few banknotes.

Before Kamiya Gen could answer, she shoved it into his hand and looked up to see his awkward expression.

Is it because you think it's too little?

Thinking this through, Muheyou decided to go all the way and handed her wallet directly to the other party.

"This is all I have this month, please... To be honest, I've never been on a police call before, I really have no experience. If it weren't for Kamiya-kun's help, I would definitely have made a fool of myself..."

She raised her head, her eyes full of anticipation, and never mentioned the "opponent" again.

Kamiya Gen sighed, returned the wallet to the other person, but still kept the hefty overtime pay that was rightfully his:

There will never be a next time.

He said it reluctantly.