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

Chapter 55

Investigating the surrounding neighbors wasn't actually that difficult, and Kamiya Gen was eventually dragged around by her.

Most of the long-time residents in this area know each other well, and when they saw Muheyou showing her police badge, they were all willing to strike up a conversation.

But no matter how many times you ask, the answers are all pretty much the same.

Most people say that Kurokawa Chiyo's cats and dogs are indeed a bit noisy, and you can occasionally hear them barking at night, but no one really takes it to heart.

Muhe You took notes as she walked, while Kamiya Gen walked beside her. The injury on his shoulder made him walk slowly, but his gaze subtly swept over the gates of each house.

He couldn't resist in the end and secretly activated the system.

A flash of white light disappeared in his eyes, and above the heads of each resident who peeked out from the doorway, a corresponding evil thought floated.

However, after looking at it for a long time, I didn't have a single evil thought related to "killing those animals".

"It seems there aren't many clues from the neighbors."

Muheyou closed her notebook, rubbed her aching wrists, and the two of them had reached the middle of the alley.

The gate of the last house was dark brown, with peeling paint and a wooden "Fujita" sign hanging on the lintel covered in a thin layer of dust.

The courtyard was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling activity of the surrounding neighborhood.

"Is this house unoccupied?"

Mu Heyou stepped forward and gently knocked on the courtyard gate, but there was still no response from inside.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a very light, dragging footstep came from the courtyard, followed by a muffled female voice.

Then came the creaking of the wooden door, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out.

Muheyou revealed her identity again: "Police, we're here to get some information about the missing cats and dogs belonging to Ms. Kurokawa next door."

The other person looked haggard, with obvious dark circles under their eyes. They looked somewhat surprised when they saw Muhe You and Kamiya Gen take out their identification.

After some conversation, they decided to invite the two of them in.

"Ms. Fujita, are you and your husband home alone?"

After sitting down, Muheyou asked a question, her gaze sweeping towards the bedroom next to the living room.

"I also have a son who stays indoors and never comes out."

The woman sighed, her tone full of helplessness and disappointment. "This child has been withdrawn since he was little. He didn't even finish high school, and afterwards he basically stayed at home. He didn't look for work, didn't socialize, and stayed in his room all day. We couldn't control him, so we just let him be."

At the same time, the faint light from the system in the back of Kamiya Gen's eye lit up again.

He looked up at the closed bedroom on the right side of the living room, where a dense cloud of purple malevolent energy floated above the door.

There must be some problems.

Thinking this, Kamiya Gen's gaze turned cold as he continued to observe the situation there.

The door was tightly closed, and a faint stench could be smelled.

Looks like a homebody...

This is certainly keeping up with the trend; the economic bubble hasn't even burst yet, and they've already taken this step.

With that thought in mind, Kamiya Gen asked:

How old is your son? Does he usually go out?

"Twenty-three, his name is Fujita Masahiro."

Rie Fujita rubbed her temples, looking exhausted. "He almost never goes out. He occasionally goes out in the middle of the night to buy food, but he rarely even leaves his room. We find it annoying to talk to him, and we've long since given up on him."

Muheyou paused, immediately jotted down the information in her notebook, and then asked:

"Could we meet your son? We'd like to ask him about the situation."

Rie Fujita looked hesitant, but still nodded:

"I'll go get him. Don't mind him, he's a very strange person."

She walked to the bedroom door and knocked gently.

There was no response from inside the door, so Rie Fujita called out several more times.

After a long while, the door was suddenly pulled open, and a tall, thin young man appeared in the doorway.

He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, the hood pulled up over his head, covering most of his face, revealing only a pale chin, his eyes hidden under his bangs.

Upon seeing Muhe Yuzu and Kamiya Gen, a flicker of panic crossed the other's eyes, quickly replaced by impatience.

"Police? What do you want with me?"

Fujita Masahiro's voice was hoarse. He didn't even raise his head, his hands were in his pockets, and his body was slightly turned to the side, deliberately avoiding the two people's gaze.

"We'd like to know if you've been to the vicinity of Ms. Kurokawa's house next door recently? Have you seen her cats or dogs?"

Muheyou stepped forward, staring directly at him, trying to find a flaw.

Fujita Masahiro's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly, then he let out a cold snort:

"I've never been there. The things that old woman raises are filthy; they're disgusting to look at. I avoid them like the plague."

The disgust in his tone was undisguised, carrying a twisted hostility.

Kamiya Gen remained silent, staring at the solidified mass of evil thoughts above his head.

The next second, a cold smile appeared on Kamiya Gen's lips as he stepped forward and stood in front of Fujita Masahiro.

The two were of similar height. Kamiya Gen slightly raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the man's bangs to look directly into his eyes:

"A few days ago, there was a young man in a black jacket watching her cats and dogs outside her fence. Was that you?"

Fujita Masahiro felt extremely uncomfortable under Kamiya Gen's gaze and subconsciously took a step back.

"It has nothing to do with me..."

"Yeah?"

Kamiya Gen casually glanced into the room behind him. "Then can we go into your room and take a look? If it's really as you say, I'm sure you won't mind."

Fujita Masahiro's face turned pale instantly. He abruptly blocked the bedroom doorway, arms outstretched: "No! You can't come into my room! This is my private space, and you police can't just barge in!"

His reaction was too intense, which only made things worse.

Rie Fujita stood to the side, her face turning pale and then red as she watched her son's state.

She understood perfectly well that, if there was no mistake, it was her son who was responsible for the disappearance of Ms. Kurokawa's cats and dogs.

She covered her face, sighed heavily, and did not stop them, but said in a low voice, "Officers, you can investigate. We can't handle this child anymore."

When Fujita Masahiro heard his mother's words, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he dared not stop her anymore. He just stared intently at Kamiya Gen, as if he wanted to engrave his image into his bones.

Kamiya Gen pushed Fujita Masahiro aside and went into his bedroom.

The room was dark and poorly lit, with thick curtains drawn, and the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint odor of gasoline.

The computer screen was lit, an open bottle of disinfectant was on the corner of the table, and next to it was a rusty utility knife with faint dark red marks on the blade.

Hidden in the corner under the bed was a black plastic bag, inside which a few gray and white cat hairs and a small clump of dried blood were visible.

Muheyou stepped forward, picked up a utility knife and a black plastic bag, carefully placed the evidence into the evidence bag, and looked up at Fujita Masahiro:

"Fujita Masahiro, how do you explain these things?"

With irrefutable evidence, Masahiro Fujita could no longer deny it.

He leaned against the wall, his shoulders slumped, and the panic vanished.

"So what if I did it? Those things were so noisy, they kept me up all night. That old woman treated them like treasures, making the whole place smell. What's wrong with me killing them?"

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with hysterical ferocity: "I just can't stand them, I'm going to kill them! They're all so despicable, what difference does it make if I kill them? What can you do to me?"

Mu Heyou frowned, her face filled with anger: "They are living beings, how could you be so cruel?"

"life?"

Fujita Masahiro scoffed, his gloomy gaze fixed on Kamiya Gen. "I only killed a few cats and dogs, I didn't kill anyone. You think you can just arrest me and put me in jail?"

Kamiya Gen walked up to him, his gaze icy: "You're right. There's no clear legal provision to convict someone of killing stray cats and dogs. Since Ms. Kurokawa didn't have the necessary permits for the cats and dogs she adopted, we can't really put you in jail."

Fujita Masahiro immediately broke into a smug smile: "I knew it! What could you possibly do to me?"

"But I suspect that when you killed those cats and dogs, you also stole money from the Kurokawa family. Please return to the police station for investigation..."

Kamiya Gen took out handcuffs.

Fujita Masahiro's smile froze on his face; this was clearly a frame-up.

However, judging from the man's attitude, even if it was a frame-up, it seemed he really intended to arrest him first.

He looked at Kamiya Gen, a man only a few years older than himself, who had a wound on his shoulder but exuded an aura that made people afraid to look at him.

The man in front of him was a policeman, spirited and respected; while he himself was a useless person holed up at home, supported by his parents, and dared not even go out.

A surge of intense jealousy and resentment welled up inside me.

Why? This man is only a few years older than me, yet he can become a policeman and live a glamorous life.

She was trapped in this dark room, disliked by her parents and looked down upon by others.

So what if I killed a few cats and dogs? Why did he look at me like that? Why did he point fingers at me?

A fierce hatred flashed in Fujita Masahiro's eyes. He gritted his teeth but didn't say anything. His gaze remained fixed on Kamiya Gen, his malice so intense it was palpable.

Kamiya Gen naturally sensed the hatred, raised an eyebrow slightly, and didn't take it to heart.

Such psychologically distorted individuals have already developed a dark side, and a few words of verbal education cannot change them at all.

He turned to look at Rie Fujita and Mr. Fujita, who arrived shortly afterward.

"It shouldn't be... Even if Zheng Hong killed those cats and dogs... he wouldn't steal money... The living expenses we give him are more than enough."

Rie Fujita spoke up, pleading with Gen Kamiya.

No matter what, he is her son; she couldn't just watch him get arrested.

"We'll have him apologize and offer compensation. Officers, could you please let this matter drop?" the father chimed in from the side.

Kamiya Gen hesitated for a moment, looked at the couple, and finally took out a walkie-talkie.

……

Satoshi Ohno felt like he never had a free day. He had just been discharged from the hospital after recovering from the car accident involving Yuzuki Kihara when he was sent to search for a criminal in the mountains along the 246th subway line.

This afternoon, the police station announced that they had finally stepped down, leaving only a few patrol officers to continue searching for people.

But then Inspector Kamiya called him back... It seems like this is still a troublesome matter.

In terms of rank alone, he is not as high-ranking as Kamiya Gen and Kiha Yu.

Having spent many years in the police force, Ohno Satoshi had enough presence to warrant pleading for his son's life as soon as he arrived.

"Fujita Masahiro, right? Come with me."

Without wasting any words, Ohno Satoshi understood the situation and handcuffed Fujita Masahiro to the police car.

Then he ran back, pulled Kamiya Gen aside, and whispered, "Was there really property theft? Should we take some measures later?"

"Do as you please, just make sure he doesn't do that kind of thing again."

Kamiya Gen said that since he had chosen to hand things over to the other party, he did not want to interfere any further.

As for the exclusive malevolent thought that had just appeared above the young man's head and was strongly connected to him, Kamiya Gen didn't care at all.

Even with his shoulder injury, he didn't think this person posed a threat to him.

After seeing Ohno Satoshi leave, Kamiya Gen and Kiha Yuzu chatted with the Fujita couple for a few minutes before heading to the Kurokawa residence.

"Judging from their expressions, those two are really disappointed in their son. I thought we would have to keep pleading for him."

Hearing her words, Kamiya Gen replied, "Isn't this normal? In the end, everyone understands that there's not much we can do about that guy. It's just a matter of locking him up for a few days. What's the difference between that and him locking himself in his room?"

"I think Fujita Masahiro himself doesn't care. Will he continue to do this kind of thing? Why don't we help Ms. Kurokawa get some documents? Then no one will dare to do this kind of thing again."

"That's feasible." Kamiya Gen nodded. "You go and do it; I have a wound on my shoulder."

Getting the necessary documents for Kurokawa wasn't difficult for him and Yuzuki; they just needed to contact someone at the ward office, though it was a bit of a hassle.

But since this was proposed by Miss Muhe, she should be the one to do it herself; the trouble isn't on our side.

"Okay, I'll contact them right away..."

Muheyou took out her phone and started making calls.

Before long, the two had just returned to the Kurokawa family's courtyard when she had already taken care of most of the matter, saying that someone would deliver the documents in just a few days.

Kurokawa Chiyo had been waiting in the yard. When she saw the two return, she immediately came up to them and asked what had happened.

Upon learning that it was the young man from the Fujita family who did it, she was puzzled and said that she had no grudge against that person, so why would he do such a thing?

"There are always people like that, don't worry about it. In a few days I will give you all the licenses for raising these cats and dogs, and then generally no one will dare to do this kind of thing anymore."

Muheyou revealed her next plan, which was to help Kurokawa get his documents.

"Really? Thank you so much. How much will it cost?" Kurokawa asked.

Muheyou shook her head: "No need, no need. The ward office doesn't charge fees anyway. Besides, after I told them about your situation, they said they wanted to give you a charity award or something, and they could probably approve 300,000 yen in funding."

"..."

Kurokawa Chiyo was slightly taken aback, then understood and shook her head, saying, "I've already received so much help from you, I can't accept this money, it's far too much."

Muheyou tilted her head and gave Kamiya Gen a "helping" look.

The latter ignored it and was playing with the kitten over there with a stick.