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

It's night, inside the hotel.

After taking a shower, Kamiya Gen, wrapped in the hotel's white bathrobe, with his wet hair hanging over his forehead, lay lazily on the bed with a bag of potato chips in his hand.

A funny talk show was playing on TV, and he laughed every now and then, with potato chip crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth, looking carefree.

With 300,000 yen in hand and an additional 200,000 yen in compensation, he no longer has to sleep in a dilapidated dormitory and can stay in a luxury hotel. For Kamiya Gen at this moment, it's simply the pinnacle of his life.

He watched TV while planning his next move.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

Kamiya Gen knew it was Muhe Yuzu, since he still had that case of beer with him.

After quickly changing his clothes, Kamiya Gen opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, he froze, instinctively looking at the wooden pomelo in front of him.

She was no longer wearing her police uniform; she had changed into a completely new outfit.

A khaki knee-length dress clung to her body; the fabric looked very soft and exuded a calm and sophisticated feel. The neckline was a simple square neck, revealing her slender neck.

Two fair legs were exposed beneath the skirt, paired with a pair of black low-heeled leather shoes.

Her hair was no longer casually loose as usual, but was neatly combed and tied into a low ponytail, with stray hairs framing her face and making her face appear even smaller.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but her complexion was great, and her eyes and brows showed a gentler side. She looked much more mature than usual.

Kamiya Gen stared at it for a while before he realized what was happening. He scratched his head, his tone full of teasing:

"What are you doing? I almost didn't recognize you dressed like that. Where did you get these clothes?"

Muheyou felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stubbornly said:

"I didn't go anywhere. I just finished showering and felt uncomfortable in my police uniform. I happened to see a clothing store near the hotel that was still open, so I went in and bought a new one."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and shook the shopping bag in her hand.

Kamiya Gen saw right through her thoughts and couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"You just bought this randomly? To me, these clothes look like they were deliberately chosen to be more mature styles. Is it because I said you're immature... Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Mu Heyou withdrew her foot, stepped sideways into the room, and said, "I'm naturally mature, do I need to prove it?"

She spoke forcefully, but her tone lacked confidence, and her eyes unconsciously drifted to the side.

Actually, after she finished showering, she became more and more indignant and unwilling to be described as being similar to eighteen-year-old Miyazawa. So, taking advantage of the early hour, she went to the central street and picked out the most mature-looking dress.

Seeing that she had already found a place to sit down, Kamiya Gen said:

"Let's make this clear first, you absolutely can't drink too much this time. I admit I can't hold my liquor, but your level is actually pretty average too."

Muheyou had already opened the beer can, taken a sip, and her tone softened a bit: "Okay, I'll just have a little."

That is definitely impossible.

She added in her mind.

I have to get this guy completely drunk today, then I'll ask him if he wants to investigate the incident with me, and I also have to make him say that he's very mature.

Kamiya Gen nodded and sat down on the sofa.

Looking at this case of beer, I suddenly started to feel a little scared:

"How about... we order some food first? We haven't eaten yet, how can we drink?"

"The hotel should provide dinner; I'll make a call."

As Muheyou spoke, she picked up the landline phone next to her.

……

Before long, hotel staff brought out the food.

But when the door was opened and they saw Princess Kamiya holding Yuzuki, who was happily reaching out to take the lunchbox, even the most seasoned staff were stunned.

These two... seem to be police officers from the police station, right?

Why are you playing it so elaborately?

"Give it to me... that's fine..."

Muheyou mumbled, reaching for the lunchbox, "Kamiya-kun, keep going. Aren't you doing a great job?"

Kamiya Gen's face was flushed, and he was covered in sweat, but he kept squatting and standing up, stubbornly saying, "Don't worry... I can't lose, seventeen, eighteen..."

The waiter was stunned, completely bewildered by what the two were doing.

But judging from the situation, it seems to be corporal punishment?

They reeked of alcohol; these two are just too amazing.

She said awkwardly, "Please enjoy your meal... I'll be going now..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was closed, and the counting could still be heard coming from inside.

At the same time, Kamiya Gen put down Mushi Yuzu, who then staggered to the sofa, sat down, and opened her lunchbox:

"Kami...Kamiya-kun, weren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry... Keep going, keep going." Kamiya Gen stretched out his hand, ready to compete with her again.

Mu Heyou ignored him, picked up her chopsticks and said, "You've lost so many times and you're drunk, eat first..."

"I said let's continue," Kamiya Gen retorted.

He was extremely dizzy, but the most important thing right now was to determine a winner.

In the past half hour, I played rock-paper-scissors with her over a hundred times, and she didn't lose even once.

She would have drunk almost all of that wine herself if she hadn't been thirsty.

Where can you find any reason to believe this? Is there really such a thing as fortune?

That's so unfair!

Kamiya Gen didn't believe there was anyone luckier than him in the world, after all, he had died once and been resurrected. In his dizziness, all he wanted was to beat his opponent once.

"Then let's go..."

Mu Heyou's cheeks were flushed. She raised her hand to her chest, her voice tinged with drunkenness, yet she still chanted in a fixed rhythm, "Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

The moment the word "cloth" was uttered, a stone appeared in Kamiya Genji's hand.

Muheyou then extended her index and middle fingers, presenting scissors.

Just as Kamiya Gen was about to declare his victory, he heard Kiha Yuzu slowly say:

"What is this?"

He paused for a moment, then realized that because he was dizzy, his fist wasn't clenched tightly, and his fingertips were sticking out, making it look like a half-clenched pair of scissors.

Kiha Yu, suppressing a laugh, quickly said, "What is this, Kamiya-kun? Let's do it again!"

Then, another round of new slogans was shouted.

Before Kamiya Gen could react, he quickly followed her, and the two launched another attack.

"Kamiya-kun lost."

Muheyou smiled and poured him a glass of wine. "Punishment or drinking?"

Kamiya Gen really couldn't drink anymore; he felt like he was about to vomit. He said, "I...I choose punishment..."

As he spoke, he reached out, preparing to pick up Muheyou again.

Starting from the thirty-sixth round, the punishment changed to this: whoever loses has to do ten squats while holding onto their opponent.

Kamiya Gen wanted to make her lose a round, so that Kiha Yu would realize that with her small size, she couldn't lift him at all, and would naturally have to admit that she couldn't do it. However, she didn't expect that she would always be the one losing.

However, what left Kamiya Gen completely bewildered was...

This time, Mu Heyou didn't lift her legs to let him pick her up. Instead, she stood up, squinted, and slowly spoke, equally drunk:

"I won't punish you this time. I want you to tell the truth, right now... *hiccup*!"

She burped, put her hands on her hips, and continued, "Am I not more mature than Miyazawa?"