Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Human nature.

No longer regretting what she had missed, Han Chuanyou gently opened the sliding door to the balcony, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she lightly leaped and silently jumped off the building.

After landing, he released the paper figure.

The eight paper figures drifted away in all directions, silently merging into the night, exploring the sins and secrets hidden beneath the darkness.

With paper puppets now available, the efficiency of investigation has been greatly improved, especially in those hidden corners where filth and dirt are kept. After having a third eye, it is much easier to find them.

Along the way, he deliberately avoided those surveillance cameras and chose to walk in blind spots.

Island nations place excessive emphasis on personal privacy, resulting in infrequent surveillance and consequently, shockingly low efficiency in investigating even the smallest cases.

This is one of the reasons why we often hear from Mizuki about murders happening somewhere, but the official crime rate remains stable and improving.

The logical chain is actually very simple.

The higher the crime rate, the more backlogged cases there are; the more backlogged cases there are, the slower the investigations are; the slower the investigations are, the fewer criminals are caught; the fewer criminals caught, the fewer cases are officially included in the statistics; the fewer cases in the statistics, the lower the crime rate will naturally be.

That's how the laws of island nations stipulate it.

Only cases where the perpetrator is apprehended and the investigation is formally initiated will be officially included in the crime statistics. Cases that remain unresolved or are left unresolved will be treated as if they never happened and will not be included in the data.

Therefore, the higher the crime rate, the lower the crime rate.

The logic is perfectly closed.

No problem!

After searching for a while without any results, just as Han Chuanyou was about to head home, a message came from the perspective of a paper figure.

[A sinister aura has been detected; a disciple of the Hehuan Sect is about to commit an act of evil...]

Have it.

It was a car that was moving.

Inside the car, a man in a suit was driving, glancing occasionally at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The woman in the back row was completely unaware of what was happening; she was attentively feeding water to the drunk man beside her.

"Miss Inoue, I'm so sorry to have made your husband drink so much."

Hideko Inoka shook her head: "It's nothing. My husband got promoted, and he was just happy, so he drank a little more. Thank you for taking us home, Section Chief Kojima. Thank you for taking care of him all the time."

Although she always felt that the way her husband's boss sometimes looked at her was a little off, Hideko Inoka still maintained her good manners.

"Of course," Kojima Shihei replied with a smile, but his gaze lingered again on the gentle and considerate wife in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

He is thirty-two years old this year. He worked his way up to section chief in the company after ten years. He can be considered successful in his career, but his family life is a mess.

Because of his congenital impotence, he often felt unable to perform sexually during his marital life, and even with medication, he could only last a few minutes.

Although his wife didn't say anything, her slightly regretful expression afterward deeply stung him, making him extremely sensitive and insecure.

Perhaps it was this inferiority complex that made him always want to assert his authority in other areas. He would beat and scold his wife over trivial matters, venting his frustrations on her until she could no longer bear it and filed for divorce.

To him, his wife was a betrayal.

So he was particularly jealous of those couples who had happy lives and wanted to break them up. Why should they be happy? Why should he be all alone?

He began to focus his attention on the wives of his subordinates—gentle, considerate, understanding…like Hideko Inoka.

He succeeded not long ago. When he saw his subordinate's wife crying uncontrollably in front of him, obeying him because of the threat of the video, his guilt and fear completely disappeared.

So what if he's impotent? He can still manipulate his subordinates' wives at will.

This time, his target was the wife of the new employee in front of him.

This guy in the well, he's so ordinary, how come he has such a considerate and understanding wife?!

However, after tonight, his wife would be his for the taking. His heart pounded with excitement; his hands trembled slightly as he gripped the steering wheel, filled with anticipation for what was to come.

"Ms. Ino, have some water. Taking care of someone must be tiring." Shihei Kojima took a bottle of water that had been prepared beforehand from the passenger seat and handed it to the back seat without making a sound.

Hideko Inoka took the water bottle and thanked her.

Her husband, Ichiro Inoue, was completely drunk and snoring on her shoulder. She was also a little thirsty, so she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips.

Shihei Kojima watched her swallow in the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

The water was spiked; drinking it would gradually make people dizzy, weak, and confused, but they would retain some self-awareness.

Otherwise, what's the point if she's like a doll? It's only exciting when you see her desperate expression during the event.

The car continued driving, passing through a quiet residential area, and turned onto a side street with few people passing by.

"Hmm..." Hideko Inoka suddenly frowned, raised her hand to touch her forehead, "Why do I suddenly feel a little dizzy..."

"It's probably too stuffy in the car," Shihei Kojima said with concern. "There's a park up ahead, why don't we stop for a bit and get some fresh air?"

Hideko Inoka did not answer; she only felt her eyelids growing heavier and her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

"No, please take me home first."

Something was wrong. She tried to call the police with her phone, but Shihei Kojima grabbed it first.

"Miss Hideko, you look unwell. I'll help you relax for a bit, and I'm sure you'll feel better."

Now that things have come to this, Shihei Kojima no longer hides his true colors and bares his disgusting fangs at this seemingly weak married woman.

"What...what do you want to do?"

You'll find out soon enough.

With a nauseating smile on his face, Shihei Kojima parked his car in the parking lot next to the park.

He opened the car door and got out, then opened the back door and shook Inoichiro Ichiro vigorously under Inoichi Hideko's horrified gaze.

Having confirmed that she was fast asleep, Shihei Kojima lowered his voice, his tone filled with suppressed excitement, and whispered in Hideko Inaka's ear:

"Madam, think about your husband's future. It will be over soon. You don't want your husband to know what happened tonight, do you?"

Hideko Inoka tried to push him away in a daze, but her hands were completely limp and she couldn't muster any strength. She wanted to scream for help, but only a weak whimper came out of her throat.

Shihei Kojima helped her out of the car and half-dragged, half-carried her toward the public restroom in the corner of the park.

He glanced back at Inoue Ichiro, who was still slumped in the back seat of the car, and a twisted, perverted smile appeared on his lips.

This subordinate would never have imagined that his gentle and virtuous wife would soon be at his mercy in a toilet stall, just a dozen meters away from him.

Once he takes the photos and videos tonight, this woman will be his puppet for life, at his beck and call, and he can make her do whatever he wants...

Just thinking about it made Shihei Kojima's blood boil.

In the men's restroom, he didn't rush to make a move. He first helped the woman sit on the toilet, then took out a small recording device from his bag and skillfully set it up in the opposite corner.

The red indicator light comes on, recording has started.

He turned around excitedly, about to reach out and unbutton the woman's clothes.

"Clatter".

The cubicle door was clearly locked, but for some reason it was opened directly.

Shihei Kojima suddenly turned his head to look at the doorway, his pupils trembling violently a few times.

Under the flickering lights, a figure shrouded in mist stood in the doorway, like the Grim Reaper descending, and one could feel the cold gaze he cast upon them.

Han Chuanyou looked at this scumbag with indignation in his eyes.

How could someone who is a warrior of pure love possibly see this?

The plot involving subordinates' wives—all of them, just die!