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

He closed his eyes, imagining the character he wanted to transform into, and carefully adjusted the character, like in a character customization game.

Face shape, facial features, weight, height...

Spiritual energy flows within the mask according to one's will, and every subtle adjustment is precisely reflected in reality.

When I opened my eyes again, the person on the screen had become an unfamiliar face, an ordinary middle-aged office worker with a slightly high hairline and fine lines around the eyes, completely unremarkable.

"good."

With another thought, his body changed, his shoulders narrowed, his waist thinned, and he finally transformed into the shape of Mizuki.

Her eyebrows and eyes were charming, her figure was slender, and even the small mole on the corner of her mouth was perfectly replicated.

Han Chuan You blinked at the screen, and Mizuki on the screen blinked back.

Then...

He reached out and pinched his chest; it was soft, but something was still missing.

That's for sure; what could you possibly feel by pinching yourself?

In short, she is not as good as Mizuki.

After all, the mask could only be constructed based on his imagination, and could only achieve a rough resemblance. The details could not withstand scrutiny, and if he met someone he knew, he could still see the subtle differences.

Eyes, temperament—these are things ingrained in one's very being, things that can't be changed simply by changing one's face, but they're more than enough to deceive the world.

He removed the transformation, reverted to his original face, put away the mask, and lay down on the bed.

I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

……

The following day, a news story set the entire island nation ablaze.

Hiroki Yamashita, a member of the Bunkyo Ward Council, has been exposed for allegedly committing multiple serious crimes, including human organ trafficking, illegal imprisonment, and rape.

Six victims were rescued from the basement of a residence in Sekiguchi 2-chome, Bunkyo Ward, by a "grim reaper" and have submitted testimonies and reports to the police.

According to a police report, police seized surgical instruments, matching documents, and a large number of electronic records related to illegal organ trafficking in the basement.

At a press conference that day, the Chief Cabinet Secretary expressed shock and regret, deeply apologized to the victims, and bowed ninety degrees in apology, stating:

"This is an outrageous crime that seriously violates human rights. The government will conduct a thorough investigation and punish the perpetrators severely."

The Governor of Tokyo also issued a statement saying that the system for reviewing the qualifications of members of parliament will be thoroughly reviewed.

Online, public opinion has exploded.

Those right-wing elements claimed that such things could never happen in an island nation, and that it must be foreign forces that were harming their own people and preparing to sell organs abroad, pointing the finger directly at China.

Of course, there are also classic segments that angrily criticize the Metropolitan Police Department, saying that these people are tax thieves who have not done any proper work and are worried about the country's international image.

"Mr. Death, please continue killing."

This phrase has become a slogan for many people.

Some people below also felt that this kind of vigilante justice was unacceptable, and a heated argument ensued.

"It's so sad to see this. This country is hopeless." Han Chuan Meiyue turned off her phone and continued eating her breakfast. "After you finish eating, come shopping with me later."

Han Chuan You paused in his bite of bread, his expression puzzled.

"With this case happening, aren't you working overtime today, Mizuki?"

"What overtime? The Metropolitan Police Department hasn't even issued a notice. The public opinion is making it seem serious, but it's just for show. In a few days, nobody will care about this case anymore."

Han Chuan Mei Yue got up, took out the milk that had been heated in the microwave, and placed it in front of him.

“This case must involve big shots. A congressman with a bright future would do something like this. Why do you think he’s so fearless?”

"This means that someone tacitly approved of all of this happening."

"clever."

Han Chuan Meiyue took a sip of milk, and the milk stains on the corners of her lips added a unique flavor to her rosy lips.

“In island nations, the smaller the matter, the more seriously they take it. The lieutenant was suspended simply for taking extra bread, while those officials who embezzled billions only had to apologize. This matter will definitely be swept under the rug in the end, which is why I say this country is beyond saving.”

Chapter 37 The Cookie Game with Mizuki

After breakfast, Mizuki Hanakawa emptied the food scraps into the trash can and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"I'm going to change my clothes, wait for me."

"Do you need my help? I promise I'll pick out the best outfit for you." Han Chuanyou's eyes gleamed with eagerness.

Han Chuan Meiyue rolled her eyes at him: "Dream on, I think you just want to pick out an inner layer for me."

"Isn't that about the same?"

When Meiyue came downstairs again, the lazy, homey style she had just worn had completely changed, and her temperament had become mature and charming.

Her oval face was lightly made up, making her features even more charming.

A well-tailored dress accentuated her perfect figure, while a stylish leather belt highlighted her slender waist. Her delicate collarbones shone brightly, and she wore hoop earrings on her earlobes.

"So lovely."

Han Chuan Mizuki's lips, adorned with lip gloss, curved slightly upwards:

"I told you to study hard, but your vocabulary is so limited. You only know a few words to praise someone."

"Questioning my vocabulary? That's because you're so stunned you can't think of any other words."

"Grumpy."

"How did Meiyue know? Want to try some?" Han Chuanyou leaned closer, staring into her captivating peach blossom eyes, then lowered his gaze to her full, moist lips, making him want to suck and bite them to see what they tasted like.

"Get out of here, or I'll beat you up before I leave to make you behave."

Han Chuan Mei Yue shoved the handbag into his hand.

"I'm leaving now. I haven't bought you any new clothes for the start of school. I'll buy you a few sets today."

"I still need to buy clothes."

Han Chuanyou really wasn't interested in shopping, especially buying clothes. Although he had plenty of energy now, shopping was more mentally exhausting than physically exhausting.

"What else can you do when you go shopping if you don't buy clothes?"

"Want to spend the whole day at the arcade?"

"I'm not that interested in games. I'll let you play for a while when I get back."

She tossed her beautiful, smooth, long hair, the ends of which carried a faint fragrance.

"Keep up, let's go."

Shinjuku South Exit.

After finding a parking space, Han Chuan Mei Yue excitedly opened the car door and got out.

"Let's go, stop looking so gloomy."

Mizuki naturally took his hand in front of him, and the soft touch through his clothes soothed Han Chuan You's heart. Only at this moment could he openly and silently take advantage of Mizuki without getting beaten up.

Getting excited!

He rubbed his elbows together, looking refreshed, and nodded solemnly under Mizuki's disapproving look, saying, "Let's go! Today I'm Mizuki's dog."

"Keep your voice down."

Han Chuan Meiyue almost lost her composure. She glanced around, then raised her hand and tapped his head, making it seem like they were playing some kind of erotic game.

Shinjuku was exceptionally lively on its day off. The bloody incident from a few days ago seemed to have never happened, with crowds still surging and various advertisements flashing on the large screens outside the buildings.

The two entered Takashimaya Times Square and wandered among the dazzling array of shops.

In a corner of the clothing store, Han Chuan Meiyue picked out a short-sleeved shirt for Han Chuan You, and then pinched his arm with her slender fingers.

"These muscles are getting stronger and stronger. It feels like they were just a little guy who barely reached my chest not long ago."

"Of course, wouldn't you like to experience something even more exciting?"

As she spoke, Han Chuanyou pulled her hand and stuffed it into her clothes.

"Don't act crazy in public."

I thought I was going to grab something strange, but instead I touched a firm and well-defined abdominal muscle.

Mitsuki Hankawa was silent for a moment.

When it was discovered that Han Chuan You wasn't so abnormal, then who was the abnormal one?

"How's it going? Pretty cool, right? My abs look much better now, don't they?"

"Tsk, not exciting enough."

"what?"

……

Throughout the day, the two didn't spend the entire time shopping. They walked around and stopped frequently, finding places to rest when they got tired, just like an ordinary young couple on a weekend date.

Their striking good looks attracted a lot of attention wherever they went, but they were already used to it.

After a tiring afternoon of shopping, the two came to a beautifully decorated dessert shop. The shop seemed to have just opened, as there were not many people inside, and the air was filled with the aroma of milk and the sweet smell of caramel.

They chose to sit in a corner by the window.

Han Chuanyou gazed at the scenery outside the window.

The dessert shop is on the ninth floor, offering a fantastic view. The skyscrapers of Shinjuku unfold under the afternoon sun, and Yoyogi Park can be vaguely seen in the distance. The trams weave between the buildings like slowly moving toys.

Han Chuan You ordered a parfait cup, while Mi Yue ordered a Basque cake with matcha ice cream.

After the waiter left, Han Chuan Meiyue rubbed her lower back and frowned.

"I've been a bit lax lately, but I'll start exercising after I finish this dessert."

"Mizuki, have you ever heard this saying?"

"What?"

"Once you say something like that, the same words will always be repeated at the next gathering, and the best way to break this curse is..."

"What is it?"

"Give me your share."

As he spoke, Han Chuan You reached out with his spoon toward the plate of Basque cake.

Han Chuan Mei Yue glared at him: "Are you itching for a beating?"

"No, what I mean is, you have a great figure, you're not fat at all, you don't need to lose weight at all."

"That's more like it."

Meiyue picked up her fork with satisfaction, cut off a small piece of cake, put it in her mouth, squinted her eyes, and looked content.

A few seconds later, she cut another piece and held the fork to Han Chuanyou's lips: "Try it."

Han Chuanyou opened his mouth to catch it, the slight bitterness of the caramel and the creaminess of the cheese melting on his tongue. He savored it and gave his evaluation:

"Sweet but not cloying, delicious, it tastes like Mizuki."

"Don't say such strange things in public."

"I mean, Mizuki, you're as sweet as the Basques."

"Whether it's true or not, you know it in your heart."

Han Chuanyou smiled and looked at the young couple cuddling together not far away. The couple's interaction was extremely intimate, filled with the sweet and sour smell of love.

He sighed and couldn't help but say:

"Mizuki, I want to be in a relationship."

Mizuki glanced at him with her peach blossom eyes and said calmly:

"Go ahead and talk, do you think I can stop you?"

Han Chuanyou became interested and leaned forward slightly:

"Do you want me to review it for you? Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if I made a fool of myself when I'm with girls in public."

"uh-huh?"