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

Life in the hospital was extremely boring, at least that's what Kamiya Gen thought.

After dinner, there was nothing to do but lie there and watch TV; there were no other forms of entertainment.

Muheyou stood there like a fool, not even bothering to find a copy of "100,000 Cold Jokes" to read.

"Do you want to rest? There's a bed next to you."

Kamiya Gen used the remote to change the channel and looked at the bed on the left.

Muheyou shook her head and told him to keep changing the channel, saying she wanted to watch the sports channel.

"Who's really taking care of whom here?"

Kamiya Gen was speechless. After trying to find the sports channel no matter how many times he tried, he simply tossed the remote control to her.

After taking the caller ID, Muheyou said while adjusting the channel, "By the way, didn't you arrest Nozaki before? The interrogation team couldn't get any useful clues out of her, so they had to release her..."

"You're actually paying attention to this case?" Kamiya Gen was somewhat surprised.

"I'm following almost every case in the system... Should I go to the school and warn her?"

"Is this necessary? This isn't our job."

"...Whatever you want."

Muheyou responded while watching TV. What she actually wanted to say was that after Nozaki left, he might cause trouble for Miyazawa at school, but since Kamiya Gen himself didn't have such thoughts, she, as an outsider, couldn't say much.

"Aren't you going to sleep? This match is a recording, it's boring to watch." Kamiya Gen suddenly spoke up.

"Not sleepy, watching the game."

Muheyou didn't even look up; her eyes were glued to the screen.

The ward was quiet for a moment, with only the sounds of baseball commentators and players' shouts echoing in the air.

"I remember you went to learn baseball. What are the rules?" Muheyou asked.

Kamiya Gen looked at him incredulously: "You don't know anything about baseball? Isn't it the national sport?"

"It's normal not to understand..."

Muheyou didn't care. "Besides knowing how to hit the ball with a stick, he didn't know anything else. It just looked like a bunch of people were blindly grabbing the ball."

Kamiya Gen was amused by her, then chuckled softly, "So you dragged me to watch the game, but you're a complete novice yourself?"

"Who said that!"

Despite her stubbornness, Muheyou obediently handed the remote back. "Why don't you just explain it to me?"

Kamiya Gen smiled, took the remote control, pressed pause, glanced at the scene on the screen, thought for a moment, and chose a more fitting description:

"It's actually very simple. Let's use a grenade as an example."

Muheyou immediately sat up straight, just like a student listening to a lecture.

"A pitcher is someone who throws grenades," Kamiya Gen said, pointing to the pitcher on the screen.

"His goal is not to hit the batter, but to throw the ball into the strike zone next to home plate, and to make the ball fly in an unpredictable way, such as turning or sinking, so that the batter can't hit it, so that he can blow the opponent out."

"And what about the batter?" Muheyou asked.

"The batter is the one who takes the hit."

Gen Kamiya gestured the action of swinging a bat. "The bat in his hand is his only weapon. He has to judge whether this 'grenade' can be hit. If it can, he swings the bat. He has to hit it far and wide so that the opponent can't pick it up. If he doesn't hit it and the ball goes into the strike zone, it's a 'strike'. If he accumulates three strikes, he's out of the game. It's like he didn't dodge the 'grenade'."

Muheyou suddenly understood and nodded: "What happens after the ball goes out of bounds? I know I need to run the bases, but how can I run safely?"

There are two scenarios if it gets knocked away.

Gen Kamiya patiently explained, tapping the four bases on the screen with his finger, "The first type is when the ball is caught by the opponent before it hits the ground. No matter how far the ball is hit, the batter is eliminated. This is called a 'catch out,' which is equivalent to the opponent intercepting a grenade halfway through the game."

"The second scenario is that the ball lands and the opponent doesn't catch it. In this case, the batter has to run quickly, and the first target is first base, which is the first safe house."

He paused, then added, "You can't just run around aimlessly. You have to watch your teammates' signals. If the opponent retrieves the ball quickly and you haven't reached the base yet, and they throw the ball onto the base, you're out. That's called a 'blockout'."

Muheyou listened attentively, taking notes as she asked questions:

"What are those people standing next to the bases on the screen doing?"

"That's an infielder, the one guarding the bases."

Gen Kamiya pointed to the first baseman, "They're like the guards of a safe house. They hold the ball, and if they touch the base or you before you reach it, you're out. The outfielders are responsible for guarding the far end. If the ball flies out of bounds, they're the ones who have to retrieve it."

"What about a home run? Does hitting the ball out of the field mean you can run around anywhere?"

Muheyou remembered the words she had just seen and quickly asked.

"right."

Gen Kamiya smiled and said, "When you hit the ball over the outfield wall, the opponent can't reach it at all. At this time, the batter can slowly run over the four bases and score. If there are other teammates running the bases on the field, they can also score together. That's the most exciting moment."

"I see!"

Muheyou clapped her hands, finally understanding the rules. "I never understood why some people stopped halfway through the race before. Now I know, it's because they're afraid of being banned."

Kamiya Gen pressed play, and the match continued.

It was Hanshin's turn to bat, and the pitcher threw a slider that made a strange arc in the air.

"Look closely, this is the 'cornering grenade' I was just talking about," Kamiya Gen reminded him.

Muheyou stared intently at the screen, and sure enough, the batter swung and missed, prompting the commentator to shout "Strike!"

She couldn't help but nod in agreement: "I get it, I get it, this ball is impossible to play!"

As the two were talking, the ward door was gently pushed open, letting in a small patch of cold light from the corridor. The on-duty doctor walked in carrying a dressing tray.

"Officer Kamiya, please change the dressing again tonight and check the wound. Are you feeling alright?"

Kamiya Gen immediately sat up straight, and Kiha Yuzu also pressed the mute button, got up and quickly walked to the bedside, reaching out to gently support his back:

"Slow down, don't aggravate the wound."

The doctor placed the dressing tray on the bedside table, and under the light, removed the gauze from the shoulder, gently pressing the surrounding area with his fingertips, and asked softly:

"Since dinner, has the dull pain in your wound worsened? Have you experienced dry mouth or dizziness? Have you been eating the light meals as instructed?"

"It's okay, it's just a little sore occasionally, but otherwise fine."

Kamiya Genichi responded, his shoulder twitching slightly when touched.

"I was watching him, and he only ate about half a bowl, and only drank one bowl of miso soup."

Muheyou added from the side.

Kamiya Gen didn't say anything, and relaxed his shoulders as she pulled.

The doctor quickly disinfected the wound, changed the gauze, and even smiled as he wrapped the bandage, saying:

"The recovery is going well, there's no inflammation. Don't sleep on your side at night and put pressure on the wound. Turn over slowly. If your blood test results are normal tomorrow morning, you can remove the IV drip."

After saying that, he packed his things and left the ward.

Mu Heyou helped him lie down again and asked, "Does it hurt? Should I go get some painkillers?"

"What's a little pain?" Kamiya Gen waved his hand, turning his gaze back to the television. "Keep watching, that batter is about to swing again."

Muheyou sat back in her chair, watching with extra focus this time. On the screen, the batter finally hit a single, the ball landed in right field, and the batter sprinted towards first base.

"The right fielder retrieved the ball!"

Yuzuki instinctively called out, then turned to Gen Kamiya and asked, "Can he get to first base?"

"Suspenseful."

"Look at the speed of the right fielder's throw," Kamiya Gen said calmly. "The first baseman is already waiting in front of the base."

As soon as he finished speaking, the commentator exclaimed in surprise on the screen. The first baseman caught the ball steadily and touched the base before the batter arrived.

"Ban!"

Muheyou blurted out, her eyes shining like stars, "I understand!"

Looking at her, Kamiya Gen unconsciously smiled and said, "Not bad, you're learning pretty fast."

"That's right, I memorize the rules very quickly."

Muheyou proudly raised her chin and pointed at the screen, "So, is it the pitcher's turn to attack now?"

"Baseball is a game of offense and defense."

Gen Kamiya continued his explanation, "When the attacking team has three players out, they will switch with the defending team. Right now, the Hanshin team is on the attack and the Yomiuri team is on the defense. When the Hanshin team has three players out, the Yomiuri team will switch to attack."

The two of them went on a question-and-answer session, and the baseball game on TV became the best teaching material.

Kamiya Gen explained things concisely and clearly, occasionally using metaphors like "hand grenade" and "safe house" to help her remember.

Muheyou listened attentively, occasionally asking questions.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Heyou pursed her lips and spoke softly:

"Go downstairs to the vending machine and buy a bottle of water, warm water. Buy one for yourself too, don't always think about me."

Muheyou was taken aback for a moment: "Who was looking after you? I was just so focused on the lecture that I forgot I was thirsty."

Despite saying that, she still got up, grabbed her coat, walked to the door, then turned back, pointing to the call bell by the bedside:

"You are not allowed to get up by yourself, and you are not allowed to touch the IV line. If you need anything, press the call button immediately, and I will be back soon."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

Kamiya Gen waved his hand, watched her close the door, and then turned his gaze to the television screen.

……

After waiting a while, he noticed someone knocking on the door. Kamiya Gen wondered why Kiha Yu was back so quickly. He turned his head and saw that the uninvited guest was Miyazawa Yuzuki.

The girl timidly peeked out from the doorway: "Uncle?"

"Why are you here?" Kamiya Gen asked in confusion.

"The police officer Takeuchi at the police station told me you were here."

Miyazawa Yuzuki approached, carrying a fruit basket.

When Kamiya Gen heard her say that, he had a feeling that Takeuchi had ill intentions, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"I overheard you chatting with Officer Kiha, so I've been waiting outside and haven't come in... Why didn't you tell me you were injured? Luckily, Officer Takeuchi told me you were in this hospital."

Looking at her like this, Kamiya Gen sighed inwardly. This girl had been rejected multiple times, but she wasn't discouraged at all and never gave up no matter how she was rejected.

"It's just a minor injury, there's no need to make a special trip."

Kamiya Gen leaned against the headboard, his tone indifferent, "Coming over so late at night without telling your family?"

"I told my father I was going to visit a friend, and he agreed."

Miyazawa's eyes crinkled into a smile, completely ignoring his aloofness. She reached out and lifted the cloth covering the fruit basket. "I know you don't like things too sweet, so I specially picked out sweet and sour green grapes. The mangoes are also cut into pieces. It's inconvenient for you to lie down, so let me feed you."

As she spoke, she picked up a fruit fork, forked a piece of mango, and held it to his mouth.

Kamiya Gen quickly raised his hand to stop him: "No need, I can do it myself. You sit down and rest for a while."

He knew this girl's personality all too well. If he gave her the slightest hint, she would come to the hospital every day with her things, making it even harder to shake her off. It was better to set clear boundaries from the beginning.

Miyazawa's hand froze in mid-air, a fleeting hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he quickly put on a smile again:

"Alright then, don't force yourself, uncle. By the way, I heard from Officer Takeuchi that you were shot and wounded by a criminal? Was it particularly dangerous? Was Officer Kihachi there at the time?"

"Luckily, I dodged quickly, it's nothing serious."

Kamiya Gen vaguely glossed over the details of the case, not wanting a student like her to get involved, saying, "Officer Kiha was with me at the time, and nothing happened to her."

Miyazawa, however, wasn't going to stop there. He leaned closer and said, "Uncle, could you please be more careful in the future? I know you're a policeman and you're there to arrest criminals, but I'm really worried about you getting into trouble..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her intense and straightforward affection was impossible to hide.

Kamiya Gen frowned, just about to say something more decisive to completely dissuade her, when the ward door was gently pushed open.

Muheyou walked in carrying two bottles of hot water. When she saw Miyazawa Yuzuki in the room, she paused for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. Her gaze swept over Miyazawa Yuzuki's casual clothes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Miyazawa-kun? What are you doing here?"

Muheyou walked over, placed the water on the bedside table, and glanced between Kamiya Gen and Miyazawa, having roughly guessed what was going on.

Miyazawa Yuzuki stood up and bowed slightly to Mokuha Yuzu, her tone polite but carrying a subtle hint of rivalry:

"Officer Muhe, I heard that Uncle Kamiya was injured, so I came to see him and bought some of his favorite fruit."

Muheyou nodded, not beating around the bush, and simply walked to Kamiya Gen's bedside, handing him one of the bottles of warm water that had been unscrewed:

"It's warm, it was just warmed up by the water dispenser, have some to soothe your throat."

Kamiya Gen took the water and sipped it.

"Would you like some? There's another bottle here, I'll go buy some more."

Muheyou then handed over a bottle of water to Miyazawa.

To be honest, she felt a strange unease looking at the girl.

When we met before, she called me Sister Muhe, but now she's Officer Muhe. The distance between us is too much.

Is it because she likes Inspector Kamiya? But what does that have to do with me...?

"No need, Inspector Muhe will make you a drink. I just came to check on things, and I should get ready to leave." Miyazawa Yuzuki waved her hand in refusal.

As she spoke, she took a few steps back, seemingly intending to leave.

Muheyou didn't know whether she should keep her or not, so she could only go along with her and take her out of the ward.

After a while, he turned back and looked at Kamiya Gen on the hospital bed, saying, "How's it going? You're injured and still have girls coming to see you. Do you think you're very charming?"

"What kind of talk is that?"

Kamiya Gen felt that she was like a bomb that could explode at any moment, but he couldn't figure out why she would explode.

Half-jokingly, he said instinctively,

"What's wrong? Do you feel you shouldn't be here and that Miyazawa would be more suitable...?"

Suddenly, the water above Muheyou's head boiled, and Kamiya Gen quickly added more.

"Let's just sit and keep watching TV, why are we talking about this..."