Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

"What's gotten into you this time?"

Han Chuan Meiyue glanced at him and chuckled softly.

"nothing."

Han Chuan You put down the glass, which was also brought back from Okinawa last time. It had a pig nose design on the bottom, a unique quirky taste of Mizuki.

"All you need to know is the fact that your dear brother has fallen."

"Is there a single day when you don't slack off?" Han Chuan Meiyue took a bite of her sandwich. "After breakfast, I'm going to school. I've taken too many days off this month; I can't stay home any longer."

She assumed he was just making excuses to avoid going to school.

Life offers more than just one learning option, but learning can give you more choices in life.

“Sigh,” Han Chuanyou sighed again, “Miyue, you don’t understand. You’ll understand when you reach my age.”

"Screw you."

"Yu! Have you finished eating? Let's go!"

Hina's voice came from outside the door.

"almost."

Han Chuanyou responded and drank the rest of the milk in one gulp.

And so, the daily routine on campus continued.

During lunch.

"Senior, let me tell you, this is too much! How can there be such a perverted person in the school?" Anna Yagyu said angrily.

Han Chuan You asked curiously, "What happened?"

"There's a lingerie thief at school. Several pieces of underwear from the girls' volleyball and basketball teams have gone missing..." Anna Yagyu began to denounce the lingerie thief.

Anna Yagyu heard this from her friend, who was in the volleyball club and was also a victim.

Because of women's physiological reasons, they need to change into sports bras during exercise to avoid skin chafing.

Before their club activities, the girls in the sports clubs would leave their old underwear in the changing room. Unexpectedly, their underwear was spotted, and after the club activities ended, many of their underwear disappeared.

When they checked the surveillance footage, they still found nothing. The murderer is still at large, which has made them afraid to leave their underwear in the changing room, or even change clothes in the changing room.

"It's just fabric, I don't know why you care so much." Anna Yagyu was very confused.

"You should ask your senior, who is also a member of the perverted group."

Yagyu Genon put down her chopsticks, closed the lunchbox, and looked at the boy beside her with her phoenix eyes. Her tone was meaningful. Thinking of something, she gritted her teeth.

The girl was still resentful about her previous experience. She had been so thoroughly defeated just because of a foot massage. These days, the scene from that time kept replaying in her mind.

She even had several similarly shameful dreams, in which she was being manipulated at will by the guy in front of her.

She wanted to forget it as soon as possible, but the more she tried to forget, the clearer the images became in her mind.

She felt that strange, tingling sensation return to her ankle, and a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks, making her even more embarrassed and annoyed.

You're so stubborn, you can't think about it anymore.

Chapter 159 Dual Identity, CIA Agent

"Underwear."

Upon hearing this, Han Chuanyou began to analyze the situation seriously.

"It's mostly fantasy, after all, it's fabric that has been in close contact with a girl's private parts, which can always evoke endless fantasies. The reason for stealing it is nothing more than wanting to do bad things. In short, it must be repressed."

"Ugh...that sounds disgusting."

Anna Yagyu frowned even more, her face full of disgust.

"Is this what you really think?"

Yagyu Genon glanced at him, giving him a look as if he were a pervert.

Han Chuan You shrugged dismissively:

"After all, no one is immune to curiosity about the opposite sex's body. This kind of substitute represents a lot of information. For example, if you got my clothes, wouldn't you overthink things or even do strange things?"

Having learned from Ms. Yuri's experience and through his daily interactions with Mizuki, Hanchuan You has gained a considerable understanding of the extent of women's perversion.

She's just as good at interacting with men.

Yagyu Genne glanced down subconsciously, as if she was really considering something, then suddenly looked up: "Who wants yours, you pervert."

Anna Yagyu also lowered her head, her face flushed with shyness.

"Senior, I understand."

Yagyu Genon suddenly turned to look at his younger sister.

What do you understand?!

Han Chuan You looked like a promising student.

"Anna, you finally understand."

The minister glared at him: "What strange knowledge have you been teaching Anna?"

"Isn't this what you asked for?"

Han Chuanyou expressed his innocence and turned his gaze to the teaching building in front of him.

I thought that after the school strengthened security and background checks for young ladies, it would filter out those lingerie thieves with malicious intentions.

Unexpectedly, there were still loopholes.

Or is he a student?

But surveillance cameras can't find the person either; only professionals can do that.

Having nothing better to do, he decided to intervene.

He silently recited the mantra, communicating with the star map in his mind, and began to calculate the approximate range of possible unusual individuals on campus.

After a moment of rotation, a faint clue pointed in a certain direction.

Han Chuan You withdrew his divine sense and turned his gaze in a certain direction.

School security office?

Meanwhile, inside the spire on the top floor of the security office, which is the highest point in the entire school and offers an excellent view, overlooking almost most of the campus, it is a good place to monitor any unusual activity on campus.

The spire has two school guards, who are fully equipped.

One of the Western faces stood out.

For Peter Nelson, a top CIA agent, getting a job as a security guard at a school couldn't be easier.

However, he also has another identity: he belongs to the intelligence agency of a certain Eastern country.

It all started when my father was sent there as an ambassador. He was influenced by the ideas there, and as he traveled to the East with my father, he was also deeply influenced by the friendly foreign peers around him and fell in love with that country.

Growing up surrounded by this increasingly dazzling country, he grew more and more enamored with it, and his dream was to obtain a resident identity card.

He then naturally developed a connection with that place, and eventually, after undergoing a series of arduous training sessions, he made a solemn vow.

After returning to America, he successfully entered the CIA thanks to his father's connections and his own outstanding academic performance.

Although he was in the CIA, his heart was in the East.

Because he was unconventional in his work but could flexibly use various methods to help the CIA achieve its goals, he became the face of the CIA in just seven or eight years, and was entrusted with carrying out high-difficulty missions at bases around the world.

Over the years, he also endured the pain of personally executing some of his Eastern colleagues, but these were necessary sacrifices.

This time, just as he was about to be promoted, the bureau chief sent him out to investigate the Grim Reaper's case.

The Pentagon is riddled with factions, and William's defeat greatly displeased the president, which is why he ordered the CIA, which is subordinate to the president and directly responsible to him, to take action.

His gaze drifted to the western sky, and thinking of his homeland so close at hand, he couldn't help but sigh, his Western face filled with disappointment.

He is now considered a strong candidate for the next assistant deputy director by the CIA, and his future looks bright.

If he doesn't go back soon, he might really become the director of the CIA in a few years.

His thoughts returned to reality, and he focused his attention back on the campus below.

The specifics of the Grim Reaper are of great importance to both the East and the West. In Tokyo, he can mobilize intelligence resources from both sides. With the assistance of these two behemoths, he is determined to thoroughly study the Grim Reaper.

But one must be strong to succeed. By analyzing the timing of the Grim Reaper's crimes, he uncovered many details worth exploring.

First, we must rule out any cases that might interfere with subsequent reasoning.

The subsequent videos and unique methods of committing the crimes were simply too unbelievable.

Since these cases interfere with the judgment and are difficult to incorporate into the regular analysis framework, let's simply exclude them all and focus on the initial case.

This is his consistent approach to handling cases: making bold choices and not getting bogged down in a sea of ​​details, a stark contrast to the way most professionals follow every single clue.

But what made him a CIA ace was precisely this decisiveness; although this approach was unconventional, he found it very useful.

The Grim Reaper's crimes are mostly committed at night, while he appears during the day mostly on weekends, which indicates that he is very busy on weekdays.

Further analysis suggests that Death's early movements were not cautious enough, and he dealt with minor, peripheral figures in society.

Later on, the crimes he committed became increasingly serious, and his methods became increasingly blatant and sophisticated.

This suggests that he did not undergo rigorous training at the beginning and could not master advanced techniques. Only after becoming familiar with them did he gradually loosen up, become arrogant, and grow bolder.

Therefore, he was most likely not a professional, but an ordinary person from the beginning.

Based on this information, he deduced that there were only two possibilities for the Grim Reaper's identity: either an office worker or a student.

Such high-profile behavior, reeking of adolescent angst, made him think that the person was more likely a student than a listless office worker who had experienced the harsh realities of society.

Moreover, the status of students from island nations should not be underestimated; they are comparable to orphans from China, both being groups most prone to producing monsters.

So, the scope is narrowed down again, and he only needs to focus on investigating those schools.

Among the many prestigious private schools, Qingchuan is one that has a connection with death.

He noticed that the second young master of the Hashimoto family had died here a month ago. Death and Harukawa might not be absolutely related, but there was a high possibility that they were connected, and he didn't want to let it go.

Of course, this was just a lucky guess.

Compared to professional detectives, his methods of investigation were far too simplistic and crude.

If you still can't lure out Death, then you have to try a different approach; you'll eventually figure it out.

After all, death is in Tokyo, waiting for them there.

As for stealing girls' underwear, that was also his doing.

Death is so righteous that he believes he will not ignore any crime, no matter how minor, that falls into his eyes, even if it is the so-called underwear thief.

As a top CIA agent, stealing a girl's clothes inevitably made him blush with embarrassment.

He insisted that this was not abnormal, but rather that the investigation methods were too unconventional.

I just hope my colleagues won't laugh at me when the time comes; this matter must be kept secret.

Chapter 160 A New Tool, Foundation Establishment Stage! (9K)

"Peter, I'm going to the restroom. Could you please stay here and watch over things for a while? Let me know immediately if anything happens."

The security guard next to me needed to pee and was about to go take care of it.

“No problem, go ahead.” Peter smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

After the man left, Peter picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck and looked around the campus.

They focused their attention on the gymnasium, preparing to include all the students entering it in the statistics, as death was highly likely to occur among these people.

Then, we'll begin the exhaustive search method.

I just hope that death is indeed in Qingchuan. Although his methods are simple and brutal, I don't want to waste too much time on useless work.

How's the scenery here?

"It's great. This private school is much better than the high school I went to in America."

"Really? The underwear thief."

Han Chuanyou instantly grabbed the dagger that was being stabbed into his neck.

This guy reacted very quickly; no wonder he's a spy for the Immortal Alliance.