Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 586 - 584: Such Evil Must Be Met with a Heavy Blow

Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

In the office of the Police Director on the top floor, Okayama Buji sat in his chair, reading a report in his hand.

He hadn't changed the layout of the Director's office; everything was exactly as it was when Morimoto Chiyoda was here.

Okayama Buji isn't the kind of person who is keen on expressing his own style, or rather, having no style is his style.

The place used for work doesn't need any fancy decorations, and he wouldn't use the Metropolitan Police Department's funds to redecorate his office over trivial matters.

In his view, that would be a waste of government funds.

Money should be used wisely.

Okayama Buji put down the report in his hand and picked up another one, frowning. Slim's whereabouts remained unknown, and the organization hiding behind him was just too deep.

This made Okayama Buji ponder whether his subordinates failed to find Slim.

Or perhaps, no one was seriously looking?

Even though Okayama Buji comes from a police family and has extensive connections and relationships, those he knows still pale in comparison to the thousands of police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Okayama Buji couldn't fully control his subordinates, nor was it easy to determine if they were deceiving him.

He sighed gently.

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, and Okayama Buji pressed the speaker button. "Director Okayama, we've just received a very strange emergency call. Someone reported a murder on Shinjuku Avenue.

The store owner asked us to come and collect the body, sounding very indifferent.

In all my years of service, it's the first time I've encountered a caller describing a homicide as casually as if he was talking about choking on water, almost like describing a serial killer."

Upon hearing this, Okayama Buji promptly replied, "I'm on my way!"

After hanging up, he got up and headed outside. It was utterly outrageous, committing a murder on the bustling Shinjuku Avenue in broad daylight?

It's simply lawless, showing no regard for the Metropolitan Police Department!

...

Several police cars arrived aggressively on Shinjuku Avenue, and Okayama Buji opened the car door.

In this weather, any place without air conditioning would make a person sweat in no time.

He wiped his sweat and led a dozen armed officers to the scene.

He originally thought the crime scene would be surrounded by onlookers, potentially destroying the evidence.

However, the body lay there on the road.

Everyone from passersby to the shop owner appeared very calm, simply avoiding the body.

He also noticed that some people were curious about the body lying there, but seeing others acting indifferent, they probably assumed it was some sort of performance art, so they also didn't care.

The victim's position was closer to the bubble tea shop, and the thirty-something shop owner stepped out from behind the counter, approaching and saying, "You're finally here, please move this quickly, it's affecting my business."

Okayama Buji clenched his right hand tightly. He didn't expect Japan's culture to have declined to such a degree.

There was no sympathy for a person who had just lost their life, only annoyance that the corpse was affecting business.

Is this even human speech?!

"Set up a perimeter around the scene, Ito, if you would please."

"No problem."

Ito Otome replied casually, quickly putting on gloves as she picked up forensic tools to examine the body.

Okayama Buji approached the bubble tea shop owner, his expression daunting, and asked, "Who killed this person?"

"It was that person."

"Which person?"

"I said that person!"

Hearing such an absurd answer, Okayama Buji was pondering the reason, while a policeman next to him lost his temper and shouted, "We know someone killed him, we're asking for the height, appearance, weight of that person."

"I said it was that person."

The shop owner spread his hands, puzzled why they were so agitated.

The policeman felt his anger surging, wanting to act against the shop owner standing before him, and shouted, "Do you want to come to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning?

I can charge you with obstructing justice!"

Compared to his emotional outburst, Okayama Buji noticed something amiss, raised a hand to stop his subordinate's outburst, and asked, "Sir, you don't remember that person's appearance, height, or weight, you just know it was that person?"

"It was that person."

The bubble tea shop owner nodded emphatically, confident in the accuracy of what he had said.

He was only mad at the policemen in front of him, for why were they speaking in such a tone when he had answered so clearly?

If I say it was that person, it was that person, could it possibly be anyone else?

He only restrained himself because he thought they might deliberately leave the body there, affecting his business.

These damn tax thieves.

The shop owner cursed inwardly, resenting that his heavy mortgage burden kept him from standing tall as a man.

Aozawa, who had subtly moved unnoticed like the wind, also realized the problem. It seemed that the Allowing Anything ability only affected the area he was in and had no impact on Okayama and others who hadn't witnessed the scene.

...

Okayama Buji pieced together the cause from the shop owner's response, and his heart sank. This was no simple murder case.

"Quickly, find any place in the vicinity with surveillance."

This is the commercial street of Shinjuku Avenue. Finding a store with surveillance at the entrance is not a difficult task.

Okayama Buji and his team found a store with surveillance; it was the supermarket next door, with cameras at both the entrance and inside.

Judging by the position of the cameras, they were close to the deceased, so they might have captured something, or they might not have.

Okayama Buji stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, could you please pull out the surveillance footage from nine o'clock?"

"I can't. When the murder happened, the surveillance cameras just happened to short out, and they only started working again afterward."

The owner answered truthfully.

The police officer beside him was furious and said, "Just when the murder happened, your surveillance broke down.

Are you an accomplice?"

"Hey, watch your manners. I pay my taxes every year. Do you believe I could complain about your service attitude?"

The owner roared back immediately, unaffected by the body's presence and confident in his reply.

The officer's face turned dark, and he wanted to take the owner back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Don't think he's just some low-level patrolman.

Okayama Buji raised his hand to stop him and said, "This murder case is extremely vile, and I hope you can cooperate.

Even if the surveillance is broken, we still need to see the footage from before and after it broke."

"I..."

"Please cooperate with our investigation!"

Okayama Buji interrupted him, his eyes staring at the owner, having already sensed the unusual aspects of this murder case.

Whether the store owner or passersby, their indifference to the deceased was obviously not born out of hate or personal reasons; it was very likely due to external influences.

This indicates that the case might be related to people from the Different World. Okayama Buji considered that today was Monday and connected this event with Dio.

The owner, frightened, could only mutter, "What the heck, you just bully law-abiding folks like us. I've never seen you show off in front of criminals like Slim."

As he spoke, he pulled up the supermarket's surveillance footage.

Okayama Buji carefully reviewed the footage, which indeed had a brief snow-like interference, as if the surveillance had been hacked or experienced electronic disturbance.

The time was short, just within five minutes.

Okayama Buji frowned.

This interference on the screen made him suspect someone had hacked into the surveillance to play tricks, and the surrounding people's indifference might also be some sort of experiment.

Of course, there's also the possibility of Angel Envoys or Monsters being involved.

But as a police elite, Okayama Buji knew that solving cases required discerning primary and secondary contradictions.

If he treats the case as human-induced, he just needs to investigate whether anyone was behind this event.

If so, he could intervene in time.

If not, it indicates it was the work of Monsters or Angel Envoys from the Different World.

Okayama Buji pondered.

Aozawa was also watching the surveillance nearby. He hadn't actively tampered with it, but one of the effects of the Allowing Anything superpower was the malfunctioning of the surveillance.

Okayama Buji left the supermarket and returned to the body.

Ito Otome stood up; the smell of blood in the air, the oppressive atmosphere of the street, the sweat from the blazing sun—all these did not affect her work.

When it came to handling bodies, Ito Otome was more meticulous than when dealing with her loved ones, and she said, "The deceased's head and shoulder were struck by a blunt object with great force.

Judging by the injuries, the perpetrator should be at least two meters tall and quite robust physically.

More detailed information will be known once we return."

"I see. I just inquired around, and no one could specifically describe the person's appearance. They all said he killed the man on the ground.

When mentioning this person, their expressions seemed strange, like seasoned soldiers used to life and death."

"Do you intend to give them a full examination?"

Ito Otome immediately guessed his intention.

Okayama Buji thought for a moment, then nodded, "The only way is to have them checked to see if there's any drug residue in their bodies."

"The problem is, will they cooperate?"

Ito Otome's question caused a worried expression on Okayama Buji's face; suddenly wanting to perform checks might invite more complaints than gratitude to the Metropolitan Police Department.

The store owner's earlier attitude showed their deep distrust towards them.

The shop owners on Shinjuku Avenue might believe in modern medical technology, but that doesn't mean they trust the Japanese government.

These are two separate matters.

"At this point, we can only give it a try."

Okayama Buji made a decision in his heart, turned around, and went to the clothing store entrance, saying, "Sir, the Metropolitan Police Department wants to give you a health check."

"Pah!"

The owner couldn't hold it in anymore, eyes widening, "You want to treat me as a lab rat?

Get lost! Get lost! I don't need you to arrange a medical examination for me!"

The stark contrast between his agitated expression now and the calm demeanor he had when looking at the deceased earlier was striking.

There definitely was a problem.