Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

In the interrogation room, Takehiko Inoue sat in a chair, his expression numb.

Today is the third interrogation.

After questioning the man about the details of the case, Tanaka Tsukasa found many contradictions in his answers during cross-verification, confirming that there must be more to the story.

The most unusual thing is that whenever asked how he did it, Takehiko Inoue would fall into a long silence, as if recalling something that he both revered and feared.

After gradually breaking down his psychological defenses, Takehiko Inoue finally relented.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse:

"It wasn't me... it was Death... Death has come..."

"The Grim Reaper?" Tanaka Tsukasa frowned.

This was not the answer he wanted.

"A man shrouded in mist bestowed upon me immense power... enabling me to seek revenge..."

Inoue Yu raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed.

"I'm telling the truth. This is a miracle. It must be that the gods saw my suffering and blessed me."

Tanaka Tsukasa stared into his eyes for a long time; those eyes were filled with a kind of post-disaster daze and a kind of almost devout faith.

"absurd."

As a staunch materialist, Tsukasa Tanaka never believed in any gods.

He assumed it was a hallucination caused by extreme stimulation, medically known as post-traumatic stress disorder. It's a case where the brain fabricates a deity to protect itself from those bloody memories. He'd seen similar cases in his more than ten years as a police officer.

He sighed and lowered his head to begin filling out his statement.

Just then, there was a knock on the interrogation room door, and a young police officer poked his head in.

"Inspector Tanaka, it's good to have you here. We have a new case that happened last night near the park in Nakano Ward."

"What's going on?"

Tanaka Tsukasa didn't even look up.

"A middle-aged man died in a toilet stall in a park."

The officer flipped through his notebook, speaking very quickly.

"There was video recording equipment at the scene, as well as a large amount of drugs, including sleeping pills, aphrodisiacs, and date rape drugs. All the pill bottles were empty. The preliminary autopsy determined that the cardiac arrest was caused by a multiple drug overdose. The person who called the police said it was... divine punishment for the person who was about to drug and rape her."

Tanaka Tsukasa paused for a moment.

It's related to so-called gods again.

"Did the person involved see the suspect clearly?" He looked up.

"No." The officer shook his head. "She said that the person was shrouded in mist, and her exact figure was not visible. After saving her, the person disappeared."

There was a moment of silence in the interrogation room.

"It must be him. Death has appeared again. I knew it. This is not an illusion. The gods have not abandoned us."

Upon hearing the conversation, the man in the interrogation chair became agitated. He gripped the armrests tightly, his eyes no longer vacant, but instead burning with an almost devout light, like that of a fanatical believer.

Tanaka Tsukasa frowned, looking at the man in front of him who seemed like a completely different person.

If one person says this, it can be explained by stress response or post-traumatic hallucination, but it's hard to explain when two people encounter the same being shrouded in mist at different times and places.

He paused for a moment, put down his pen, took the new file handed to him by the police officer, and opened the first page.

Nakano Ward, Yuriki Park, public restroom.

A person shrouded in mystery.

Tanaka Tsukasa's gaze lingered on the file for a few seconds, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"That's ridiculous."

He spoke in a low voice, but the certainty in his tone was gone.

He closed the file, stood up, and picked up his coat hanging on the back of the chair.

"Take me to the scene."

Inoue Takehiko, still muttering to himself on the interrogation chair, his voice growing softer and softer, as if he were praying, or expressing his gratitude to some non-existent god.

……

Meanwhile, our Grim Reaper is on his way to the home economics classroom.

This kind of course, where you can eat for free, is one of his favorite courses.

As a prestigious university, Qingchuan University naturally offers high-quality ingredients for its home economics classes, where students can occasionally enjoy delicacies like Ise lobster and Kobe beef.

Of course, those high-end dishes are usually prepared by a group of five people working together, and each person can only taste a little bit to satisfy their craving.

"I wonder if there will be any rare or unusual ingredients in the first cooking class of the semester?"

Taito Nakamura has already begun to look forward to it.

"You'd better not add any so-called clever tricks this time."

Han Chuan You still remembered how this guy added cheese and mayonnaise when he made beef fried rice before.

The thought of the mess he made back then made him feel nauseous. The sticky fried rice was a complete desecration of traditional fried rice and simply unforgivable.

Fried rice should have each grain separate.

"I call this innovation," Nakamura Taito said confidently. "Every dish we eat today was developed through trial and error. People should be willing to try and fail."

"If you try it at home, no one will bother you, and your family will definitely give you the most honest advice."

Nakamura Taito's eyes lit up:

"Yeah, how come I didn't think of that?"

Han Chuan You nodded in satisfaction.

He can't make a move at school, but at home, the elders in the Nakamura family should give this kid a loving lesson. His dad seems to have a pretty bad temper.

Today's home economics class is a combined class with Class 1.

Class 1... Han Chuan You vaguely remembered that Kujou Kitsune was in Class 1.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the home economics classroom, he saw that young lady.

Nine Fox Feathers was as radiant as ever today. Several girls surrounded her, racking their brains to find topics that might interest her, as if getting a single response from her would be a great honor.

The atmosphere was not like casual conversation between classmates, but more like a subject listening to a princess's admonition.

Feeling a bit bored, Kujou Kitsune glanced away, her gaze casually sweeping towards the doorway.

Noticing Han Chuanyou over there, a pleasant smile appeared on her beautiful face as she lifted her leg and walked towards them. Several girls blocking her way quickly stepped aside.

"Kanakawa, Kanakawa, Miss Kujo is here." Nakamura Taito nudged Kanakawa Yu's arm. "Didn't you reject her?"

"Haven't you ever seen a persistent, clingy heiress?"

"You deserve to die."

Taito Nakamura is being sarcastic again.

He also wants the rich girl who's so open and honest with you.

He had hoped to take this opportunity to get to know the Kujo family, thinking that even a small leak from them would benefit them for a long time. However, the moment Kujo Kitsune looked over, Nakamura Taito backed down.

He was genuinely afraid that if he spent too much time with her, he might accidentally offend her and have his heart and soul ripped out.

My initial envy subsided considerably.

These kinds of rich girls are indeed hard to handle.

"Um... Han Chuan, be careful, don't overdo it."

He was genuinely worried that if Han Chuan You refused too many times, this young lady would become so angry that she would tie him to stones and throw him into Tokyo Bay to feed sharks.

"Don't worry, it's still uncertain who'll be playing whom."

Kujou Kitsune stopped in front of Hanakawa Yu and glanced at Nakamura Taito, who was walking away.

Why does your friend think that way about you?

"I told him you like me so much you're crazy, so you're jealous."

Kujou Kitsune shook her head: "I really don't understand boys."