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

That night, inside the police station.

"They can't even find my identity?"

Looking at the identification documents that Muheyou had taken out, Kamiya Gen frowned.

The two had already interrogated the people in the factory. Apart from Toshiaki Toda himself and his cousin who were willing to confess, the factory manager and his secretary remained silent and insisted that they were indeed employees in the factory.

"Yeah... It's difficult to know who the deceased was. It's like the ghost employee has actually gained a real identity," Muheyou said.

As she said, the DNA comparison results from the forensic department, which were conducted overnight, have come back, and there is no match with any information in the police department's missing persons database.

The deceased seemed to have appeared out of thin air; apart from the mangled remains, there was not a trace left to prove his identity.

"This is our Achilles' heel."

Kamiya Gen threw the report back on the table, looked up at Kiha Yu, and said, "The only thing we can do to convict Sakaguchi Akihiro is attempted bribery, and at most we can add the charge of harboring a criminal. But as long as the victim's identity cannot be found, we cannot convict him of murder. The statutory detention period is only forty-eight hours. Once the time is up and his lawyer arrives, we will have no choice but to release him."

Just then, a colleague from the Evidence Division came over and handed a document to the two of them.

When Muheyou saw the document, her eyes lit up. After the other person left, she pulled up a chair and sat opposite Kamiya Gen, spreading out the documents on the table by category:

"Look at this. High concentrations of benzodiazepine sedatives were detected in the deceased's body. These are strictly controlled prescription drugs that ordinary people can't get at all. This is the first breakthrough. Also, the metal powder extracted from the scene has had its composition results come out—it's high-precision alloy steel, which is not the material used for civilian parts that this factory routinely processes. It might be used for firearms manufacturing."

She looked up at Kamiya Gen and continued, "This precision parts processing factory is definitely not just doing legitimate business on the surface. What Sakaguchi Akihiro is desperately trying to cover up is not some accidental death of an employee, but the dark secrets hidden in this factory. As for the specific cause of death, that still needs to be investigated."

As Kamiya Gen looked at the document, most of his doubts were dispelled.

He had sensed something was wrong before. Even if an ordinary factory owner was afraid of affecting the factory's reputation, he wouldn't spend 30 million yen to keep quiet, or even bribe the police with 10 million yen. Now it seems that he really has something to hold over him that could cost him his life.

It makes sense that high-precision alloy steel would be used in firearms manufacturing, since in this day and age, gangsters basically all have guns, and there is a market for such things.

"Then we'll split up and go in two directions."

Kamiya Gen sat up straight. "Follow the lines of drugs and metal powder. For drugs, check local hospitals, psychiatric clinics, and compliant pharmacies. Find out who has prescribed large doses of the same type of drug in the last six months, and focus on screening people who have direct contact with Sakaguchi Akihiro. For metal powder, trace its source and contact the Firearms Management Division to see which underground workshops are secretly processing gun parts. This factory is likely one of the suppliers."

Muheyou immediately responded, "No problem, I'll contact the technical department and the drug administration right now, and we'll work on both fronts simultaneously."

As she spoke, she looked at Kamiya Gen, "Wait, what? I have a job. What do you do?"

"I'll go interrogate them," Kamiya Gen said.

"I thought you really just wanted to leave work on time and had absolutely no interest in this case."

Upon hearing this, Kamiya Gen laughed, leaned back in his chair, and shrugged.

"I originally wanted to settle this quickly, but now someone's practically waving a bribe in my face, and they're hiding something this big. If I don't investigate thoroughly, wouldn't I be letting down those millions of dollars they offered? To be honest, when I saw that money, I immediately and firmly refused..."

As they were talking, Kamiya Gen stopped, looked at Kihara Yuzu, and asked, "What, you don't doubt me at all?"

"What do you suspect about me?" Muheyou asked.

"It's like... they suspect I'm trying to take money from them or something."

Muheyou's reply came quickly, seemingly without any hesitation: "How could Kamiya-kun accept money? You're not that kind of person."

Kamiya Gen was stunned, not expecting that he was so high and mighty in her eyes.

To be honest, he really wanted to get the money at the time.

For a moment, my mind went blank, and I instinctively refused the check...

He had prepared his response to Mu Heyou's teasing or questioning, but what he received in return was a word of unwavering trust. This gave him a strange, indescribable feeling, and even the self-deprecating remark he had made earlier about almost accepting a bribe faded a bit.

He cleared his throat, suppressing his slight unease, and raised an eyebrow at her: "Why do you trust me so much... Who was it that had a cold face and avoided me all day before?"

Mu Heyou turned her face away, reached out and gathered the documents on the table into her arms, but refused to admit defeat:

"One thing at a time. I trust you at work, but that doesn't mean the past is over."

She stood up, hugged the folder containing the evidence report to her chest, and looked up at him: "I'll go get busy first. You can handle the interrogation."

"Don't worry, I'm more experienced at interrogating people than you are."

Kamiya Gen also stood up and waved to her, "Go ahead, be careful, don't go too far alone so late at night, call your colleagues on duty if you need anything."

Muheyou paused for a moment, then nodded without saying anything more, and walked out of the criminal investigation office with the documents in her arms.

After she left, Kamiya Gen reached for the interrogation records on the table, first flipping through Toda Toshiaki's statement, then scanning Morishita Kyoko's previous interrogation records, stuffing them all into his coat pocket, zipping up his coat, and turning to leave the office.

……

The detention room and interrogation room were next to each other, separated by a thick iron door, and you could vaguely hear the sounds coming from inside.

He paused at the doorway for a moment, then asked the patrolman on duty in a low voice:

"How are the people inside?"

"Toda Toshiaki kept pacing back and forth inside, while Morishita Kyoko just sat there, not saying much, and didn't mention finding a lawyer," the inspector quickly replied.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go in and take a look."

After saying this, Kamiya Gen pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

Inside the room, Kyoko Morishita was looking down when she saw him come in and sat up straight.

Kamiya Gen closed the door behind him, pulled up a chair across the table, sat down, placed the transcript he was holding on the table, and looked up at her:

"Ms. Morishita, it's nice to see you again. Is there anything you'd like to say to me this time?"

"Officer... I've said everything I needed to say," said Kyoko Morishita.

"Has everything that needed to be said been said?"

Upon hearing this, Kamiya Gen raised an eyebrow. "You mean that line, 'I'm just doing what the factory manager tells me, and I know nothing else'?"

Kyoko Morishita's fingertips twitched slightly. She lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, her voice still trying to remain calm: "I'm just the secretary of the factory manager, Sakaguchi. He decides everything about the factory's production, operations, and personnel arrangements. I'm just following orders. As for the employee's accidental death, I only know the general outline. I don't know anything else."

Seeing this, Kamiya Gen took out a document from his pocket and pushed it in front of her—it was the metal powder composition identification report that the Evidence Division had just sent.

"Let me help you recall. On the milling machine in the workshop where the incident occurred, we extracted high-precision gun barrel alloy steel powder. This special steel is strictly controlled by the Gun Control Law and is not something that your civilian parts processing plant is qualified to process."

Kamiya Gen slowed his speech and said gently, "Ms. Morishita, as the factory manager's secretary, you're responsible for recording every raw material that comes in and every part that comes out each day, and every order must be registered through your hands. How could you not know?"

Kyoko Morishita's face paled instantly. Her gaze swept over the black lead print on the report, her pupils contracted slightly, and her lips moved, but she didn't utter a single word of explanation.

Kamiya Gen gave her no chance to catch her breath and pulled out a second document:

"And this, the high concentration of benzodiazepine sedatives in the deceased's body is a strictly controlled prescription drug. Only three designated psychiatric hospitals in all of Tokyo can prescribe it. And for the past six months, Akihiro Sakaguchi, who was diagnosed with severe anxiety disorder, has been regularly picking up his medication at this hospital. Every time, you were the one who signed for the medication, Ms. Morishita. Do you dare to say that you don't know where these drugs ended up?"

Upon hearing this, Kyoko Morishita's eyes finally betrayed her barely concealed panic, and her voice trembled: "I... I was just getting the medicine for the factory manager. How would I know whether he took it himself or who he gave it to..."

Kamiya Gen frowned, thinking to himself why he kept running into these difficult guys lately, unable to get anything out of them, and continued to ask:

"On the night of the incident, you said in your previous questioning that you went home after get off work at six o'clock, but the surveillance footage at the factory gate shows that you drove into the factory area at one o'clock in the morning and did not leave until four o'clock in the morning. This time is exactly the time that the forensic doctor deduced when the deceased was caught in the milling machine."

With a barrage of irrefutable evidence, Kyoko Morishita's mental defenses crumbled: "I... I just went back to the factory to retrieve some documents I'd left behind..."

"I advise you to tell the truth. Toda Toshiaki has already confessed everything. There's a locked, secret area inside the factory workshop that only you and Sakaguchi Akihiro can enter. I don't need to say more about what's hidden inside, do I?"

Upon hearing this, Kyoko Morishita seemed to have all her strength drained away, collapsing into her chair with wide, disbelief in her eyes.

She never imagined that the police would find out about something so secretive.

Seeing her completely break down, Kamiya Gen breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, what he just said was completely made up. After all, normally, there should be an empty room like this in such an illegal factory.

After taking a sip of water, Kamiya Gen continued:

"Ms. Morishita, I have investigated your background. You are just an ordinary secretary with a fixed salary. Illegal gun manufacturing and intentional homicide were all orchestrated by Akihiro Sakaguchi. You were just an accomplice who was coerced by him."

Now that you have voluntarily confessed and revealed all the details, becoming a tainted witness in this case, I can help you plead with the prosecution to recognize your surrender and significant meritorious service, helping you obtain the lightest possible punishment.

But if you continue to take the blame for him, and his lawyer arrives, all the charges will be pinned on you. Do you think you can withstand more than ten years of imprisonment then?

The interrogation room fell silent instantly, with only Kyoko Morishita's heavy breathing remaining.

Five full minutes passed before she finally raised her head, her face streaked with tears, and finally let go:

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything... Officer, please be lenient with me..."

……

Half an hour later, the iron door of the interrogation room clicked softly, and Kamiya Gen walked out, clutching the signed statement.

Faced with the patrol, he waved his hand and whispered, "Keep an eye on him and don't let anyone touch him." He then walked straight to the window at the end of the corridor, took out his phone, found Muheyou's number, and dialed it.

The phone was answered after only one ring, accompanied by the soft sound of typing on a keyboard and the other person's clear yet slightly weary voice:

"Feeding? Is the trial over?"

"Yes, it went more smoothly than I expected."

Kamiya Gen leaned against the cold wall, his gaze sweeping over the thick stack of notes in his hand. "We were wrong about the gun business. This guy is secretly in the business of high-end counterfeit watch movements. The special steel on the milling machine is a special material for watch movements, and there is a sealed secret processing room in the workshop."

The typing stopped on the other end of the phone: "A replica watch movement? What about the deceased? Did she know who the deceased was?"

"I know, that's the most important thing."

Kamiya Gen's tone turned somber. "Check and see if Sakaguchi Akihiro has a brother who has been missing for many years."

"Wait a minute... let me check the system."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Muheyou's confirming voice, "There is a brother, but he disappeared several years ago, and the police department has no corresponding information."

"That's the deceased—Kenta Sakaguchi. Three years ago, he ran away abroad due to gambling debts, and later Akihiro Sakaguchi found a way to cancel all his identity information."

"What... I don't quite understand. Could you explain it to me more clearly?"

"This is a bit complicated. To put it simply, the two brothers turned against each other, and then the factory manager took advantage of the 'ghost employees' in the factory to kill his own brother. I just didn't expect that it would end up involving the police... How about you leave it like this for now?"

Kamiya Gen opened the window and continued, "Immediately contact the forensic department to collect a swab sample from Sakaguchi Akihiro's mouth and compare it with the deceased's remaining tissue to determine the kinship. Let's confirm it first."

"Okay... what about you?"

Looking at the night sky over Shibuya, Kamiya Gen said, "Actually, it's nothing much. I thought no one would just leave their brother's body lying around like that. It seems I underestimated these people. I just wanted to see what made him so... perverted."

"Didn't Kamiya-kun say before that many criminals' methods of doing things already defy logic?"

Clearly, Muheyou didn't care about this; her tone only conveyed the relief that the case had been solved.

"Wait a moment, I've contacted the forensic department, and we'll go there together."