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

Chapter 52

Kamiya Gen stood in the hospital corridor, watching the mother and child sobbing with their heads down at the entrance of the operating room.

The woman clasped her hands together, tears falling onto her clothes without making a sound.

The boy beside her was only about ten years old. His head was bowed low, his shoulders swaying slightly, and he was suppressing his sobs.

After a long while, the light sign changed from red to green.

Without any further pause, the mother and son immediately stepped forward.

His steps were unsteady, his eyes filled with a final hope.

The doctor came out, took off his mask, his face showing exhaustion and helplessness, his tone heavy:

"I'm so sorry, the injuries were too severe, and we arrived at the hospital too late. We really can't do anything more for them..."

The woman collapsed to the ground instantly, her upper body leaning slightly forward, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes were vacant, and she stared blankly at the operating room door, as if she hadn't heard the doctor's words.

The son froze, his hands trembling as he tried to grab the doctor's white coat, but his fingertips brushed against the hem and then fell limply to his sides.

His lips trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, finally spilling onto the ground: "No...it's impossible."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, carrying a childish naiveté and despair, "My dad was fine this morning, he even said he'd buy me steamed buns tonight before he left, how could he... how could he just be gone like that..."

The corridor lights were a stark white, illuminating his thin figure and his mother, who sat slumped on the floor with vacant eyes.

The woman finally came to her senses. She stopped crying and just stared blankly at the operating room door, tears silently streaming down her cheeks as she murmured something unintelligible.

Kamiya Gen was somewhat dazed. He frowned and raised his hand to press his temples, not knowing where he was or why he was standing there.

Everything before my eyes felt real, yet also strangely illusory, as if shrouded in a thin mist.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The hospital corridors, the sobbing mother and child, the smell of disinfectant—all disappeared, replaced by an office.

The man at the head of the table had thinning hair, some of it was balding, and his face was full of worry. He rested his hands on the desk, his brows furrowed, and his tone was urgent and anxious.

"How did this happen? The New Year is almost here, where am I going to get so much money for compensation? Attorney Lin, do you have any good ideas to help me get through this difficult time?"

Kamiya Gen looked down at himself; he was now wearing a sharp suit and holding a thick folder in his hand.

He spoke almost instinctively, without thinking, his tone calm: "There is a way."

The man's eyes lit up, and he immediately sat up straight, leaning forward and eagerly asking, "What solution? Attorney Lin, please tell me quickly! I'm willing to pay any price to solve this; I won't treat you unfairly!"

Kamiya Gen smiled faintly, a subtle calculation flashing in his eyes. His tone softened, carrying a hint of suggestion:

"But you'll have to make a choice. I remember the person in charge of worker management and recruitment at your company is your brother-in-law, isn't that right?"

The man's urgency subsided, replaced by a look of confusion. He frowned and asked, "What does this have to do with him?"

Instead of answering directly, Kamiya Gen pulled up a chair next to him, sat down, opened the folder in his hand, pointed to a page, and slowly explained the plan.

As the New Year approaches, the sound of firecrackers echoes outside the windows, and warm yellow lights shine from the windows of every household, with the faint sounds of laughter and joy audible.

This is a scene of family reunion and joy.

But not every family can gather together.

In a small house on the outskirts of the city, there was no sound of firecrackers, no laughter, only cold silence.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a black-and-white photograph of a man in her hand, silently shedding tears.

The boy sat to one side, his eyes vacant, with a cold steamed bun in front of him—a promise he had waited for so long, but which he would never receive.

Their New Year was filled with only endless sorrow and despair.

Time flies, and June arrived in the blink of an eye. The case finally reached the trial stage.

The courtroom was solemn and dignified, and every seat was taken.

Wearing a sharp suit, Gen Kamiya stood at the defense table, his expression indifferent, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

He adjusted his glasses, then slowly addressed the judge and the crowd, his tone firm and his arguments clear:

"The plaintiff's statement of facts in the case is largely based on conjecture and inference, and is clearly inconsistent with factual logic."

He paused, picked up the documents on the table, and continued,

"We counter that the plaintiff's family member, Zhao, joined the company illegally without company approval or a signed employment contract. Therefore, Zhao is not an employee of our company. As for Li, who brought Zhao to the company, he has not yet been located and we cannot verify the specific details."

"In addition, we have a certificate issued by the hospital stating that the deceased had a history of serious heart disease and was on medication for many years. Furthermore, the incident occurred at 3 a.m., which is outside our company's working hours, so we cannot prove that he was injured while at work."

"In summary, the deceased's death has nothing to do with our company, therefore we absolutely do not agree with the plaintiff's claim for compensation."

"Since the incident, out of humanitarian considerations, we have provided considerable assistance to the plaintiff's family, resolving their basic living needs..."

"The above statements are all supported by evidence and represent our full opinion."

After speaking, he handed over the documents in his hand one by one, his movements calm and unhurried.

The courtroom was silent; everyone was still, and the mother and son in the plaintiff's seat were trembling.

The woman wanted to retort, but she was too agitated to utter a single word and could only weep silently.

Although the verdict has not yet been delivered, Kamiya Gen already knows that he will win this case.

His plan was flawless, and the evidence was impeccable. At most, he would have to pay a small amount of compensation, which was well within the boss's budget and would not affect his ability to obtain high legal fees.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the judge picked up the gavel, gently brought it down, and spoke in a loud voice:

"All of the plaintiff's claims are dismissed. Out of humanitarian considerations, the defendant company shall compensate the plaintiff RMB 50,000."

—Just as I expected.

With that thought in mind, Kamiya Gen followed the others out of the courtroom.

The outdoor sunlight was dazzling. Kamiya Gen squinted slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and felt exceptionally relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Suddenly, a clear yet serious voice rang in his ears, shattering his pleasant mood:

"Kamiya-kun, that's not right."

Kamiya Gen jolted, his body stiffened, and he turned his head sharply. The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of astonishment.

He saw someone who shouldn't have been there at all.

Mu Heyou, dressed in a policewoman's uniform, stood before him, her expression serious, her eyes full of reproach.

"This kind of attempt to evade punishment is wrong. You let that man send Li Guanghui abroad to escape sanctions, then transferred company assets and fabricated evidence, leaving the case without any leverage. Isn't this just playing with the law? How can you face the migrant workers who died, and the helpless mother and child?"

Kamiya Gen felt his mind was a bit of a mess, his temples were throbbing, and his tone carried a hint of impatience and defensiveness:

"What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you."

"I've always been here."

Mu Heyou looked at him with a firm gaze, "Wherever you are, I will be there. I am the mirror in your heart."

"Bullshit!"

Kamiya Gen growled, his face flushed, and his tone hardened, "Who's using you as a mirror? I have my own reasons for doing things, and it's none of your business to lecture me. If you don't believe me, then produce evidence. Otherwise, everything you're saying is slander. Li Guanghui fled the country illegally to avoid punishment. What does that have to do with me?"

Mu Heyou wasn't angry; she simply looked at him quietly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, and slowly asked:

Are you sure?

Kamiya Gen opened his mouth, wanting to refute again, but swallowed the words back.

Just then, the scene before his eyes began to blur, and Muheyou's figure gradually changed.

The policewoman's uniform was removed, replaced by a faded school uniform, and her figure became thin and short.

It's that child.

He was the boy who lost his father and had no one to rely on from then on.

Kamiya Gen's pupils contracted sharply, and he trembled with fear. He tried to back away, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move.

He watched helplessly as the boy raised his hand, holding a small dagger, his eyes empty and desperate, and stabbed it straight into his chest.

puff-

The dagger pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy, sending waves of sharp, excruciating pain through his entire body.

Kamiya Gen let out a muffled groan, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at the dagger in his chest.

Blood seeped out from the slits in the dagger, staining his white shirt red, and dripped onto the ground, blooming into glaring blood flowers.

He had no time to dodge or react, and watched helplessly as blood splattered everywhere, staining his hands, the ground beneath his feet, and finally, the blinding sky.

……

Kamiya Gen suddenly awoke.

He was breathing rapidly, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his back was soaked.

Before me was an unfamiliar white ceiling, and the smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, overlapping with the atmosphere of the hospital in my dream, yet carrying a touch of real coldness.

He moved his fingers and slowly propped himself up, only to find himself lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip in his wrist.

It was just a dream... How could I dream about something like this?

Kamiya Gen wanted to get up to get some water, but his calves felt sore and numb that he couldn't pull them out.

Looking up, I saw that Muheyou was lying on the blanket, pressing her legs down.

"Kami-Kamiya-kun, you're awake?" Yuzu asked groggily as she opened her eyes.

That's just nonsense; the person is already half-sitting up.

"Water," Kamiya Gen said.

Muheyou quickly got up and got him a glass of water.

"Turn the air conditioner down a bit, it's too hot. And tell me what happened next."

He remembers fainting at the scene of the arrest and arriving at the hospital in the blink of an eye.

However, judging from the situation, Mu Heyou was not injured. Presumably, under those circumstances, no matter how amazing she was, she would not have abandoned herself to chase after the criminal.

Muheyou followed suit and explained:

"There's no time to arrest that person, but many officers are still searching. They'll let me know if there's any good news, but there isn't yet; it's all mountains there..."

Kamiya Gen had anticipated this.

He had reviewed the previous arrest plans. If a guy could detect that the police were tracking him and escape under those circumstances, once he hid in the mountains, he would basically be impossible to find again.

"Kamiya-kun, how are you feeling? Is your shoulder injury any better? The doctor said the surgery was a success, but I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly. I thought the anesthesia would at least keep you asleep until tonight."

"How long has it been?" Kamiya Gen asked.

He has a passive skill called [Injury Recovery Lv3], which allows him to recover quickly from many minor injuries as long as they are not fatal. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to recover so quickly after being stabbed by Suzuki Shizue.

"Soon, only seventeen hours."

"Didn't you rest?" Kamiya Gen asked, looking at her face.

This person clearly looked like they had been up for a long time, and they were filthy. It seems they didn't even have time to wash their face, let alone rest.

"No...would you like to stay lying down?"

Muheyou stepped forward to help him up, and suddenly noticed that Kamiya Gen's clothes were completely soaked with sweat. She asked in confusion, "What happened? Should I call a doctor...?"

"Need not."

Kamiya Gen waved his hand, "It was just a nightmare. Go get me some clean clothes and I'll change."

"What nightmare?" Muheyou asked as she went to get her clothes.

Kamiya Gen answered truthfully, "I dreamt of you."

"???"

Muheyou instinctively wanted to get angry, but considering that he was a patient, she didn't say anything more, just said "Oh—" and took out the hospital gown.

"Don't wear it all the way on, otherwise it will touch the wound. Just wear it on this side."

She untied the hospital gown in her hands and said.

Kamiya Gen looked at his shoulder; the previous hospital gown had only covered half of his shoulder.

He nodded, raised his other hand, and let her help him put on his clothes.

"If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll ask the doctor to prescribe some painkillers for you. He said the effects of the anesthetic will wear off eventually..."

Muheyou also changed his pillow.

"Hmm, but not now. You can go about your business. I'll be alone for a while," Kamiya Gen said as he lay back down.

"I'm not really busy. What would you like to eat?" Muheyou had no idea that the other party was trying to get rid of her.

Kamiya Gen really doesn't want to see her right now. Just seeing that face reminds him of the child who stabbed him to death in his past life, and he feels all sorts of uncomfortable.

I don't have an appetite right now.

"All right."

After Muheyou finished speaking, she sat back down in her seat, but this time she didn't doze off.

"Why are you staying here... I'm awake now, there's no need to watch over me anymore, I'll ring the bell if there's a problem," Kamiya Gen said helplessly.

Mu Heyou hesitated for a moment before asking, "You just said you had a nightmare about me, why?"

—I miscalculated; that's just his personality.

Thinking this, Kamiya Gen changed the subject and explained, "I was just talking nonsense. I just dreamt that I was shot in the head by that prisoner..."

"You're lying. What did you dream about me about?"

"I dreamt that you chased after a criminal, and he beat you to death in the mountains, and no one came to collect your body."

Mu Heyou froze, looked closely at his face, and muttered:

"What the hell? Isn't this a curse on me...?"