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

Muheyou has an excellent eye for people; almost instantly, she noticed something unusual on Kamiya Gen's face.

This guy... has clearly found evidence.

Why not say it?

"Kamiya-kun, I'm not going to compete with you anymore."

She quickly stepped forward, her tone devoid of its usual competitiveness, replaced only by the unwavering determination of a police officer.

"If you know any clues, please tell me."

Before getting involved in a case, Muhe You still harbored the ambition to beat Kamiya Gen once, so that he would look at her with new respect and stop looking down on her in the future.

But now that she's really into the case, she can't think about those things anymore. As a police officer, Muheyou only wants to find justice for the deceased.

That guy murdered his father, and he can just sit there lying like nothing happened.

If this kind of person isn't arrested and imprisoned, Muheyou suspects she might never be able to sleep well again.

"I can't help it... In the end, the forensic doctor may have noticed the abnormality of the ligature marks, but that's how the world is. Many things can be overlooked if you just turn a blind eye. If you insist on being serious, it will only make things worse in the end."

Kamiya Gen said calmly, wrapped his coat tighter, and reached out to close the window.

"How could you do this!"

Yuzuki grabbed his arm. "We're police officers, aren't we? What police officers do is arrest all criminals and put them in jail. I never expected Kamiya-kun to say something like that..."

As she spoke, she subconsciously looked out the window, where the noise from the street drifted in through the cracks—the neighbors were complaining to Ohno Satoshi, their tone full of defense of the Sato couple.

"Officer, there must be a mistake! We all see how much the Sato couple cares for his father!"

"That's right, that's right! The other day, that guy also tried to commit suicide, and Jiro spent hundreds of thousands of yen to pull him back from the brink of death. How could he possibly kill someone?"

"This is suicide, don't do it here..."

Kamiya Gen closed the window and said:

"See? So many witnesses, all saying the Sato couple aren't suspected of murder. Why do you still have to find something to do? Just close the case as suicide..."

"I absolutely disagree."

Ignoring him, Muheyou turned around, took out handcuffs, walked up to Sato Jiro, and looked at the couple, saying...

"Please come with me. We can talk at the police station."

Sato Jiro cooperated fully, extending his hands.

His wife, however, refused in every way, holding tightly to her husband's hand:

"What are you doing! This is a false accusation, and I will appeal to the court."

"Huimei, don't be like this... Since this officer has suspicions, let her investigate."

Sato Jiro comforted him, letting Kiha Yu put handcuffs on him, and got up to go downstairs.

"And Madam, you too..." Muheyou took out another pair of handcuffs.

"I won't accept it!"

Huimei abruptly took a step back, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with resentment.

"The evidence is conclusive that it was suicide, yet you insist on framing me..."

"Emi!"

Sato Jiro said sternly, stopping his wife's unreasonable behavior, "Listen to the officer's instructions."

Hearing this, the previously imposing woman fell silent. After hesitating, she also extended her hand, but stared at Mu Heyou fiercely and said:

"I will definitely report you to the authorities. Just wait for the compensation."

Muheyou didn't reply, but simply handcuffed the other person as well.

She couldn't understand why Sato Jiro was so confident, nor could she understand why Kamiya Gen, despite having found evidence, was unwilling to reveal it.

It seems I really misjudged him. I thought he was an upright policeman like myself, but in the end, he turned out to be just like those old-fashioned policemen, and the forensic doctor next to me, finding everything troublesome...

That's why so many unsolved cases are vaguely attributed to "suicide," allowing the real culprits to escape justice.

At this moment, Ohno Satoshi, who had already set up the cordon, came up the stairs. Seeing that Kiha Yuzu had handcuffed the Sato couple, he quickly smiled apologetically:

"Are we leaving now? I'll go get the car..."

Surprisingly, Muheyou shook her head.

"Wait a minute."

She looked at everyone present.

Sato Jiro remained expressionless, completely unconcerned about what would happen to him next.

His wife was quite agitated, her chest heaving, but she didn't say anything more.

The forensic pathologist stood by, organizing documents and waiting for instructions.

The key figure is Kamiya Gen, with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, looking like a passerby who came to join the fun, not at all like a policeman!

Muheyou clenched her teeth tightly, but didn't want to let go.

She had a premonition.

If I take my men to the police station now, they will definitely not be able to solve this case.

Otherwise, why would Kamiya Gen allow himself to handcuff the murderer even though he was unwilling to provide any clues?

Where exactly is it? What kind of place is it? I didn't pay attention to it.

After scanning the area, Muheyou finally focused her attention on Sato Jiro.

She remembered the seemingly insignificant question that Kamiya Gen had just asked.

—Didn't Mr. Sato wash his hair when he came back last night?

Why ask this question?

What does washing your hair have to do with the case?

Yuzu noticed that Sato still had a lot of hairspray left in his hair, and it seemed that if it weren't for what happened today, he would really be going to work...

Looking at his clothes, he was dressed in a suit and tie, with tear stains on his collar.

Muheyou walked up to Kamiya Gen, unwilling to speak to him, and took the suicide note from his hand.

The writing was crooked and looked completely illegible, but it was indeed the deceased's handwriting after he fell ill.

This is really a difficult situation.

She looked up again at the marks left by the rope on the roof beam and the distribution of dust, indicating that she had probably tried to throw it several times without success.

What exactly is the problem?

"Inspector Kiha, it's about time to leave, otherwise the neighbors downstairs are making too much noise and will block the whole street..."

Satoshi Ohno spoke, interrupting Yuzuki's thoughts.

"Wait three more minutes."

Muheyou had no intention of talking to him. She took a few deep breaths and slowly closed her eyes.

……

"What... what's going on here?" Ohno Satoshi leaned closer to the forensic doctor and asked in a low voice.

The latter shook his head, indicating that he did not understand.

When Kamiya Gen saw this, he raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

This guy... he actually has this kind of ability?

He could tell that Muheyou was doing something that ordinary people could hardly do—profile writing.

Profiling, also known as profiling, is a criminal investigation technique that uses the analysis of information such as criminal behavior, crime scene, and victim characteristics to infer the core characteristics of a criminal suspect.

Essentially, it is a logical reasoning process of "inferring personality from behavior".

It seems I underestimated her before, thinking she was only able to become a police inspector at such a young age simply because of her background.

Perhaps she really can find that crucial link.

Should we stop it?

Kamiya Gen's gaze fell on Sato Jiro, and he fell into deep thought.