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

Chapter 58

As it turns out, giving money to a retired teacher is not as simple as it seems.

Even though he was very short of money, the other party refused to accept the money from Muheyou.

She said she had already helped a lot today, and that she didn't have many years left to live, and that if she continued to owe, she would never be able to pay it back. Every word she said left Mu Heyou speechless.

In the end, after wandering around the courtyard for a long time, Kamiya Gen came up with a solution.

— In exchange for one of Kurokawa's articles.

"Well... I haven't written in a long time, and besides, when I used to write, the royalties weren't this much..."

"Think about Van Gogh, Kafka, and Kobayashi Shunsuke. Their works during their lifetimes were quite ordinary and no one appreciated them. Who knows, your articles might become very valuable in the future. A fee of 300,000 yen is actually quite low."

Kamiya Gen looked at the awards Kurokawa had received while teaching on the desk and began to speak.

"I know Van Gogh...Kafka, but who is Shunsuke Kobayashi?" Yuzu leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

Kamiya Gen answered seriously: "That was my roommate at Tokyo Metropolitan University. He wasn't very bright and kept saying that he would become a great writer in the future. He even forced me to collect his autographs."

"..." Muheyou was somewhat speechless.

"Is it really okay...? What should I write?"

Kurokawa didn't hear their whispers. She actually wanted the money too, since she was really struggling financially right now, but she couldn't accept being given money like charity.

"Just write whatever you want, any theme you like these small animals is fine."

Kamiya Gen picked up a pen and paper from the table and handed them to her.

Although the money came from Muheyou, the idea was his, and he felt that he was perfectly capable of taking the lead in the overall situation.

……

By 7 p.m., it was already dark.

Kamiya Gen and Kiha Yu returned to the hospital together, stopping at a roadside restaurant for a meal along the way.

"This article seems really good. Should we contact a publisher to publish it? If you get your family to promote it, you might actually make a fortune."

While eating, Kamiya Gen looked at the words on the page next to him and said.

"I don't really understand it. Do you even know anything about literature?" Muheyou asked, sitting across from me.

Kamiya Gen took a spoonful of hot soup, drank it, and explained:

"I don't understand it, but I'm very good at hype. This story and article are sure to make money."

After saying that, he pushed the page in front of Mu Heyou, asking her to read it again.

The latter also began to carefully read this article, which is currently worth 300,000 yen:

The two policemen said they would sponsor me, on the condition that I write an article.

It's been many years since I last picked up a pen, but today I'll write about my last lesson before graduation.

I am a retired elementary school Chinese language teacher.

I spent the first half of my life teaching and educating people, giving children their first education. In the classroom of books, I often came to understand the true meaning of life.

Shortly after I retired, by chance, I adopted a stray cat, and from then on, I embarked on a journey of rescuing furry children.

I have been learning in the classroom of life for eighty-two years.

When I was young, I thought about how I would spend my old age:

I used to go on trips, take care of my sons' children, and dance in the park; but I never expected that I would end up renting a yard and raising a bunch of babbling children.

At first I thought my retirement pension would be enough to support them, but now I'm in debt.

I think this courtyard might be the last classroom I'll have before I graduate.

What should be taught in the last lesson in the last classroom?

Perhaps it's time to talk about how to write farewells.

I've taught many students in my life, but these kids are the class I've taught the longest and the one I'm most worried about.

I still vividly remember what each of them looked like when I first saw them:

Some were shivering by the roadside, some were soaked in the rain, and some were covered in blood.

Bringing them back one by one was the decision I made that I will never regret.

I consulted some relevant people, and according to current standards, my funeral and pension after my passing, given my 36 years of teaching experience, would amount to several hundred thousand yen.

I asked the children to keep my funeral simple and to leave all the remaining money to the animals at the shelter.

I think my sons will understand their mother.

How much longer can I stay with them?

And that day might just be the graduation ceremony for these furry kids.

I left this university of life prematurely, but its eternal courses are not yet over.

Please continue to learn to trust, and learn to trust the next hand that reaches out after you've lost my embrace.

I will never graduate from loving you all.

……

"It's still a bit hard to empathize with, I don't actually like small animals very much..." Muheyou said after watching.

Kamiya Gen thought she didn't know her stuff and took the paper back: "The point isn't the little animals, it's that they've dedicated the rest of their lives to this. If they can successfully create hype, they can definitely make money..."

"Let's forget about it. Ms. Kurokawa probably doesn't want her writing to become a tool for making money," Muheyou interrupted.

Kamiya Gen paused slightly, then folded the paper and handed it to her: "Alright, since you paid for it anyway, you can think it over."

"What are your plans now? I need to go to the ward office tomorrow to help with some paperwork, and there might be no one to take care of me at the hospital then..."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me at all."

Kamiya Gen put down his chopsticks, let out a burp, finally feeling full and ready to go back to the hospital to rest.

The injury on his shoulder, apart from a slight ache, didn't affect him much at all. In fact, if Mu Heyou hadn't come, he would have been happy to relax and just watch TV and sleep every day.

With her by my side, there will always be endless cases to solve.

For example, things like what happened today.

A short while later, the two walked out of the restaurant.

At this time, Shibuya was not as cold as it had been a few days ago, and there were more and more girls wearing short skirts on the roadside.

Of course, the term "divine maiden" did not exist at this time.

As before, even with his injured shoulder, Kamiya Gen didn't forget to scrutinize the girls' clothes and silently rate them in his mind.

"This is youth," he couldn't help but exclaim.

Muheyou said speechlessly, "Is youth just about wandering around the streets late at night instead of going home...?"

"I was thinking, when you were a delinquent, were you not like this?" Kamiya Gen asked her in return.

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Muheyou asked.

Kamiya Gen frowned, tilted his head to look at her, and asked, "I remember you told me you were a delinquent, and you even showed me some photos, didn't you?"

Muheyou remembered what happened between the two of them at the barbecue restaurant and immediately shook her head, saying, "No, no, there was no such thing. You must be mistaken. It was probably Miyazawa who showed it to you. It has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Kamiya Gen squinted.

Mu Heyou felt a little guilty under his gaze, mainly worried that he would remember the night they had hugged and kissed. She lowered her head and quickened her pace.

"Hurry, hurry back to the hospital, it's so late. I won't be staying with you in the ward tonight, I have to go back to the dorm..."

"You should go back and wash your hair," Kamiya Gen said.

Mu Heyou was taken aback, grabbed a strand of her short hair and sniffed it, then asked cautiously, "Does it smell bad? I can't tell."

No, not at all.

Kamiya Gen laughed, "But the thought of you tying socks to your head before still makes me feel disgusted."

Someone raised their fist high, but didn't throw it.

—It seems she's still concerned about her injured shoulder.

Thinking this, Kamiya Gen walked into the hospital and waved to those behind him, saying:

"Go back to your dorm. If I need anything, I'll contact you via walkie-talkie. The channel will be the same as before."

After all, Kamiya Gen is currently a patient who needs to be taken care of, so the two had agreed on a communication channel beforehand.

"OK……"

Before Muheyou could finish speaking, he had already disappeared around the corner.

"Does it really smell bad... but I just washed it this morning."

Muheyou muttered, pinching her hair.

……

On the other side, after confirming that Yuzuki hadn't followed, Kamiya Gen didn't head towards the hospital entrance, but instead walked towards the rows of black cars.

Facing the bodyguard standing in front of the car, he frowned, wondering if he had guessed wrong.

But the next second, the car window was rolled down.

A face that looked extremely refined was revealed.

He just sat there, without saying a word.

She gives people the impression that she is synonymous with words like majesty, nobility, and pride.

Even though the other party didn't speak, Kamiya Gen could guess that this must be Kiha Yu's mother.

I just don't understand why they want to avoid meeting with their daughter.

"Inspector Kamiya?" Mikiko Kimura asked with a smile.

"You must be...

"I'm that child's mother. Would you like to get in the car?"

As she spoke, the bodyguard opened the car door.

This is not a car in the traditional sense; the interior has been almost transformed into a small room.

On either side are individual leather seats, dark brown with subtle patterns, separated by a narrow sandalwood table with two crystal glasses and an unopened bottle of sake.

The roof is a soft-light starry sky ceiling, with faint specks of light spilling down, making the interior of the car even more tranquil.

Kamiya Gen bent down and sat down. The moment the car door closed, the sounds of traffic and people outside were completely shut out.

"I knew you were coming to see me, but I didn't expect you to avoid Inspector Kihachi," Kamiya Gen said after sitting down.

Kimihiko lit a cigarette and asked him if he wanted one.

Kamiya Gen shook his head and refused, saying that he had quit smoking a long time ago.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Mikiko Konaga spoke:

"There are some things I need to talk to you about, but it's not appropriate to have her there. After all, that child is still too young and doesn't understand many things. Even in that case a few days ago, she rushed in like a reckless fool, putting herself in danger..."

"It was really too dangerous; I advised her not to go."

"That kid has always been like this since he was little. He doesn't listen to anyone. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a policeman here. He could have had a better future at home. But it seems that meeting a capable young man like Inspector Kamiya is actually not bad."

"You flatter me. I'm just an ordinary person," Kamiya Gen said modestly.

"An ordinary person wouldn't be able to find this place so calmly and get on this car. Besides, I've seen the information that Inspector Kamiya supplemented. If you're considered an ordinary person, you probably can't find many people in all of Japan who are more extraordinary than you."

Kamitani Gen wasn't really used to chatting with these important figures in a roundabout way.

He still had many questions to ask and wanted to bring them up directly, but he was stopped by Kiha Mikiko's action of pouring wine.

"Want to have something to drink first?"

"I'm sorry... about the wound on my shoulder..."

Kamiya Gen turned his shoulder to the side, indicating that he was powerless to do so.

Mikiko didn't stop, she poured him another small cup of sake, and finally steered the conversation to something that Gen Kamiya was more concerned about:

"Inspector Kamiya, have you ever considered taking another path? Being a police officer is ultimately too tiring and dangerous. I actually admire capable young people like you."

"What are you talking about?" Kamiya Gen asked.

"Our family is involved in many industries. Even the hospital next door gets its medical equipment from us. If you're willing, you can do whatever you want in all walks of life throughout Japan. I will support you."

Kamiya Gen seemed to hesitate for a moment, then finally lowered his head and said, "Never mind, I'm really only good at being a policeman. I'm not good at anything else. I appreciate your kindness."

"Being a police officer is dangerous; isn't Inspector Kamiya getting his shoulder wound repaired proof of that?"

Kamiya Gen sighed: "This must have been an accident, right? I originally thought that under your arrangements, Inspector Kiha and I wouldn't encounter any danger."

"You mean...?"

Mikiko Konaga squinted, picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and then said with a smile, "Do you think that smuggling case a few days ago was actually orchestrated by my Konaga family?"

Kamiya Gen didn't respond.

A brief silence fell over the car.

Mikiko Kihara looked him up and down, then put down her cup and said, "This is a frame-up. I'm a businesswoman, why would I do anything illegal? Why does Inspector Kamiya suspect me?"

"The early stages of that case were too smooth and too strange."

Kamiya Gen explained, "From the moment I learned about the smuggling case, to the subsequent arrangements made by the police department, and the complete disappearance of all the people in Sanbonsugi from Shibuya, I don't know who else but you could have come up with such a huge opportunity for Inspector Kihachi."

"But I heard that wasn't information you got from your own informant?" Mikiko Kihara said.

Seeing that she was still pretending to be confused, Kamiya Gen hesitated for a moment before saying:

"You probably anticipated that I would give her the information. Even if I didn't, as long as the case is reported to the police inspector, Inspector Kiha should be assigned to take over. It's not a problem at all..."

"Okay, it's normal for you to have your own guesses, but why are you telling me them here?"

Kamiya Gen sensed a hostile emotion in her tone, which was completely different from when she had led him to the car earlier.

If he could, he wouldn't want the conversation to have gone this far at all.

But there are some things that need to be clarified.

This concerns my future.

Kamiya Gen sat up straight and said:

"I'd certainly be willing to help your daughter, after all, we were partners... but I'm really curious, where did Matsumoto Teng go? Has he already been...?"

He raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture.