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

Yukino Yuri got up to see the guests off, standing at the door watching the police car drive away. As the car door closed, she let out a soft sigh, her palms still slightly sweaty.

Having taken in their conversation, Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that Miss Yukinoshita remembers their promise.

Officer Tanaka? He seems to be a seasoned investigator. He left as soon as he heard the commotion in Chiyoda's area. Is he a member of the special task force that takes over his case?

I can pay more attention to this in the future.

But they are likely to be disappointed; their bodies have changed, and no matter what they do, they can't trace it back to them.

This feeling of secretly controlling everything and manipulating others gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

Is it a hunter-prey drama?

However, he was not the prey, but a ferocious beast that devoured people.

They thought they were the hunters, but little did they know that the prey never existed in the first place, and that they were the true masters of the hunting ground.

Chapter 54 Be my model, the naked kind.

The police car drove out of the residential area and merged into the traffic on the main road.

The young police officer gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

He recalled Yukinoshita Yuri's cold attitude towards them earlier, remained silent for a long while, and finally couldn't hold back any longer:

"Inspector Tanaka, I have a feeling that we are now on the opposite side of many people."

Tanaka Shisei was looking down at the case records when he heard this and paused in his work.

He closed the folder and leaned back in his chair: "Did you think we've always stood with the people?"

The young officer was taken aback: "Isn't that right? Aren't we police officers pursuing justice?"

"justice?"

Tanaka Tsukasa seemed to have heard something interesting.

“We police, strictly speaking, are an internal violent institution. We never pursue justice, but rather stability. At least that’s the case in our country. Ordinary people are the ones we need to guard against.”

"Inspector Tanaka means..."

"You still don't understand."

Tanaka Tsukasa sighed, his tone carrying the sigh of someone who had been through it all.

"What we need to do is simply let the general public know that society is peaceful, the crime rate is low, and their lives are good. As for the truth, it doesn't matter. We are mainly responsible to those in power."

The young police officer fell silent.

He recalled those old files, gathering dust in the corner of the archives, which were clearly suspicious, even obvious, yet had been shelved for years, even decades, covered in dust and ignored by everyone.

"So these are the files from before..."

He tentatively began to speak.

"That's it."

Tanaka Tsukasa did not deny it, glanced at him, and said earnestly:

“Remember this, you haven’t been on the job for long. This is the first lesson I’m teaching you. We’ve never talked about standing with the masses. Our only responsibility is to maintain stability. Death has now broken this balance, so you understand now?”

The young police officer gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, feeling that his previous belief that the police represented justice had been challenged.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but remained silent. After a long while, he slowly nodded.

He put on this uniform with great enthusiasm, believing himself to be the embodiment of justice.

He was especially excited about being able to follow Tsukasa Tanaka, a famous detective in the police force. However, the reality that Tanaka told him was like a bucket of ice water, instantly sobering him up.

It turns out that his dream was just a joke in the face of reality.

Tanaka Tsukasa sighed, looking out the window at the setting sun, his mind filled with thoughts.

In island nations, for those who don't come from a professional background, it's nearly impossible to advance in the police force.

Driven by his passion for solving cases, he persevered for many years before finally climbing to the position of police inspector, while for the members of the professional team, this was just the beginning.

All of this has long since deviated from his original ideals, and now all that sustains him is his obsession with solving cases.

As for justice, it's long gone.

When they arrived at the scene, the courthouse had already been cordoned off, and no one was allowed to approach in order to avoid disturbing the scene.

Tanaka Tsukasa carefully watched the video recorded on site.

Years of experience in handling cases have taught him that a person's height and weight can be roughly inferred from their stride, shoulder width, and proportions relative to surrounding reference points.

The Grim Reaper in the video is about 1.83 meters tall and weighs about 75 kilograms.

The data flashed through his mind quickly.

The proportion of men over 1.8 meters tall in Tokyo is extremely small. Once this range is determined, the number of suspects available for screening instantly shrinks from tens of millions to tens of thousands.

Tanaka Tsukasa saw a glimmer of hope that the case would be solved.

Generally speaking, criminals who commit crimes repeatedly and succeed time and time again inevitably become arrogant and conceited after getting away with it each time.

Once a lapse in vigilance is made, clues will be left behind; this is an immutable law.

Clearly, even Death has begun to slack off.

Tanaka Tsukasa's eyes shone brightly.

He was confident he could continue playing this game with Death.

……

We have art class today.

Like home economics, classes are held once a week in a dedicated art classroom. Art is a required course, and students must choose one from music, crafts, calligraphy, or fine arts to earn credits.

In the art classroom, Han Chuan You noticed Kujou Kita walking gracefully towards him and raised his hand to greet her.

The girl was bathed in the sunlight streaming into the corridor, which cast a dreamy golden halo over her. Her fair and beautiful face resembled a meticulously crafted porcelain doll, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

The two of them walked to a corner and sat down without prior arrangement.

Han Chuanyou turned his head to look at her and asked with a smile:

"I haven't seen you come to see me these past two days. Are you perhaps thinking of some kind of 'playing hard to get' tactic?"

Nine-Tailed Fox Feather, who was busy mixing paints, glanced at him upon hearing this and said in a nonchalant tone:

"I'm not that bored. Your charm isn't so great that I would consider using such methods."

Han Chuanyou's lips curled slightly: "You clearly claimed before that you wanted me to fall in love with you, but you gave up?"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Nine Fox Feathers turned her head and smiled, her glossy hair falling to the corners of her mouth. She gently brushed it aside, and her exquisite features were outlined almost unreal by the halo of light. The most perfect features combined to form the most perfect face.

No one can resist her charm.

Oh no! That wretched witch actually used her charm on him!

Han Chuan You almost became captivated by the beauty of the girl in front of him; her appearance seemed to possess a unique and innate charm.

Seeing his reaction, Nine Fox Feathers smiled smugly, her fox eyes becoming even more alluring: "See, this is proof that you're about to fall in love with me."

“This isn’t love,” Han Chuanyou argued. “It’s the result of puberty hormones. In short, I was just lustful.”

"Not much difference."

“There’s a huge difference.” Han Chuanyou sighed and said with certainty, “Young girl, you don’t understand what love is.”

"So what are your thoughts?"

"Then let me, the master of relationships, tell you."

Han Chuanyou raised his head slightly, like a philosopher.

"Love is an impulse to be with the other person regardless of everything, to do anything with them, whether it has any meaning or not, it has nothing to do with the body, it has to do with the soul."

In Kujou Kitsune's eyes, the boy in the sunlight had a unique charm when he spoke such profound words.

"Really?" She nodded, seemingly lost in thought. "Then how can I make you fall in love with me?"

Her beautiful eyes held a look of inquiry.

She didn't really understand what love was, but she was willing to learn in order to fill this gap in her knowledge.

Han Chuanyou sighed: "I think this kind of love, which is purposeful from the beginning, usually starts by making me fall in love with your body."

"Body? My figure isn't good enough?"

Han Chuanyou looked at the girl's slender legs. Underneath the slightly sheer black stockings, the fair skin beneath was faintly visible. The absolute territory beneath the skirt revealed smooth and delicate skin.

It truly brings joy and is a body shape that can prolong life.

But he still wagged his index finger: "I'm talking about the inner self."

"abnormal."

I thought this person would have some profound insights.

Kujou Kitsune had developed a resistance to his outrageous remarks.

Han Chuanyou didn't care at all; he couldn't get rid of the label of being a pervert in front of her anyway.

"Relationships that start with utilitarian motives are not suitable for the growth of love. Compared to the collision of souls, physical intimacy, which has practical significance, is more likely to generate genuine feelings."

"Fallacy."

Han Chuanyou ignored him and picked up the paint palette.

Then, he turned to her seriously and said:

"So, in order to make me fall in love with your body, Ms. Kujo, be my model, the kind without clothes on."

Chapter 55 The Saintess Will Not Fall in Love with a Goblin!

"No matter how serious you act, you can't hide your filthy nature."

Kujou Kitsune crossed her arms, her eyes showing not only shock at his shamelessness in saying such a thing, but also a rare expression of embarrassment and annoyance.

"How could that be? I did this for artistic creation."

Han Chuan You expressed his innocence.

The girl's body wasn't curvy or perky enough, unlike those pretty older women.

He simply wanted to find out why the nine fox feathers in front of him could exude such amazing charm.

This was a serious request made with a scientific research mindset.

He possesses such a strong scientific spirit that he is sure to be nominated for a future Nobel Prize.

Upon hearing his words, Kujou's delicate lips curled up slightly: "You really want to see my body? It seems my charm is still sufficient."

There's nothing wrong with liking to look at pretty girls.

"Then... come to the rooftop at noon, I'll be waiting for you."

Han Chuanyou raised an eyebrow, surprised, and asked, "To the rooftop?"

He almost thought he had misheard.

Is she really planning to let me admire her body just to win me over? Are all daughters of wealthy families this selfless?

Nine fox feathers raised their hands to cover their lips, revealing a fox-like smile.

"Yes, it won't be available after that."

Han Chuanyou met her meaningful gaze and hesitated for a moment.

"Go and go."

He didn't have any particular ideas; the possibility of him actually being optimistic about Kang was extremely low.

However, the boy never lacked unrealistic fantasies, which made it impossible for him to resist.

Sigh... I'm being somewhat manipulated.

Seeing that he agreed, Kujo Kitsune smiled victoriously.

Han Chuanyou picked up his paintbrush and glanced at her again.