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But he had just been scolded by his senior, so he was continuing to work seriously.

"Yuan, what time did you get on the tram?"

"Around 7:30 pm."

Where are you planning to go after getting on the tram?

"..."

“Yuan, we trust you completely, but we, the police, need to clarify every detail. This is a necessary procedure, and we hope you can understand.”

Perhaps realizing that the current procedure resembled an interrogation of a criminal, the older police officer took the initiative to explain.

Since he had already said that, Yuan Qianye, though somewhat helpless, could only continue answering.

"...My friend and I hadn't eaten dinner yet, so we were thinking of finding a well-regarded restaurant nearby to eat at."

As Yuan Qianye spoke, he even took out his phone to show them his browsing history.

The older policeman took it with both hands, glanced at it briefly, and confirmed it was indeed so.

The young policeman continued to ask,

"Yuan, how did you discover that the suspect was behaving dangerously?"

"He was wearing a frog headgear, which was so conspicuous that I couldn't help but take a few more glances. Then, I saw a small part of his gas mask sticking out from under his neck. I wasn't sure, so at first I just walked closer. But as I got closer, I saw him trying to puncture an unidentified object in his backpack with the tip of a knife."

The situation was urgent. He was extremely suspicious, deliberately wearing a hood to cover his gas mask. He didn't look like a normal citizen at all, but rather a malicious terrorist. There were so many people on the tram at the time. Out of consideration for myself and others, I didn't have time to assess the situation; my only option was to subdue him immediately.

Yuan Qianye's words were clear and logical, and the change in his mindset from doubt to taking action was quite reasonable.

The young policeman nodded frequently as he took notes.

The older police officers also showed appreciation, but the work still had to be done.

"Why did you deliberately smash the window after you had subdued the suspect?"

The reason why the term "suspect" was used throughout the communication was due to the senior police officer's meticulous attitude.

Before other colleagues find the backpack that was thrown out of the window and draw conclusions, nothing can be easily concluded.

"The situation at the time reminded me of the gas attack many years ago. The windows were broken to throw out suspected dangerous objects of unknown origin, while also taking into account ventilation inside the tram to minimize the risk."

The young policeman wrote swiftly, and with a question-and-answer session, everything was clarified.

According to the testimonies of other eyewitnesses at the scene, Yuan Qianye's behavior was indeed completely consistent with what he said.

Just as things were coming to a close for Yuan Qianye, the police officer who went to the scene to look for the backpack sent a report to the station.

The schoolbag that Yuan Qianye threw out the window has been found.

Chemical defense experts at the scene determined that the container wrapped in newspaper in the backpack contained a highly volatile nerve agent that could easily kill a person!

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Miyoko Kudo was having a pleasant conversation at a dinner with employees of a clothing factory she was interested in collaborating with.

The other party was attracted by Yuan Qianye's personal fame and offered a very generous price.

Miyoko was very happy, feeling that she had worked hard to secure a good collaboration for the small business owner. She would tell him when she got back, and he would be very pleased.

But to her utter surprise, before she could even get back, she received a call from Qianye.

Upon hearing that he was now at the police station, her joyful mood instantly turned sour.

Although Chiya explained on the phone that he and Kazusa had nothing going on, he had just been caught up in an incident and was being questioned by the police as usual.

Even so, it scared her half to death.

Police stations are no good places; who in their right mind would go there?

They also said they were caught up in the incident, and it's unclear whether either of them was injured!

Miyoko was distracted and hurriedly left the dinner party, only to find herself at the police station.

With a heart full of unease, she saw Yuan Qianye sitting at the desk of some policeman, enjoying a fried pork cutlet rice bowl.

Kazusa was by his side, holding a cup of milk tea, looking quite relaxed.

This situation is somewhat different from what Miyoko had imagined.

It wasn't until she hurried over and met up with them, still somewhat dazed, that she understood the general outline of what had happened.

Her boss, fresh from winning the Yulongqi race, stopped a criminal who intended to plant lethal gas on public transportation while on his way out for dinner, preventing a massive tragedy.

"Yuan Qianye is a hero, a true hero! So young and promising, so incredibly promising!"

The police chief mistook Kudo Miyoko, who had rushed over anxiously, for a relative of Minamoto Chiya, and grabbed her hand, showering her with compliments.

Miyoko was a little confused and gave a few dry laughs.

"So...can we leave now?"

No matter how kind the police were to her, she still didn't feel comfortable in such a place.

"Of course!"

Although Chiya Minamoto was a hero who saved the people from a tragedy, he was, after all, a minor.

Japanese police have internal regulations that, for safety reasons, it is best for a guardian to be present in such situations and to leave with the minor.

At this moment, Yuan Qianye had finished eating. The police officers, who noticed that he was hungry, had specially bought him pork chop rice.

He took the tissue from Kazusa, who had been obediently staying by his side since the questioning, wiped his mouth, and then walked out of the police station with Miyoko Kudo.

During the photo session, the young policeman who had recognized him earlier asked him to take a picture with him.

There were many reporters who rushed to the scene after hearing the news. It was already late at night, and they surrounded the police station's gate, making it as noisy as a morning market.

After finally managing to escape, I returned to the hotel.

It was almost midnight.

Back in her room, Yuan Qianye took off her mask and let out a long sigh of relief.

He then took out his phone, opened the food delivery app, and prepared to order something else to eat.

Kazusa put her hands behind her back, her eyes gentle: "You weren't full from that meal, were you?"

Without looking up, Yuan Qianye said, "The pork cutlet rice we just had was pretty good, but the portion was too small. It wasn't enough at all. It was barely enough to fill me up. Kazusa, what would you like to eat?"

"I don't need it anymore. I'm already full after just one cup of milk tea."

"Is that enough? Even if you eat less, just consider it as keeping me company."

"Oh, okay then. Do you have anything sweet? Order a little less for me... no, we agreed to celebrate, so order with my phone."

"Don't worry about such trivial matters..."

Kudo Miyoko was the last to enter the room. She closed the door and looked at the two people who had just come out of the police station, who seemed completely unaffected.

For some reason, a feeling of weariness inexplicably increased again, and she rubbed her head until it looked like a bird's nest.

"No, you two! Can someone tell me what happened to you a few hours ago?!"

"Miyoko-nee, which would you choose: Korean fried chicken or Japanese yakitori?"

"Ah, I'll have both. Also, I'd like soy sauce-flavored yakitori, and two cans of beer, ice cold. If you have seaweed and wasabi octopus as appetizers, please order those as well."

"As expected of a socialite, they really know how to eat, OK."

It was only after ordering takeout that Miyoko learned the details of what had happened from them.

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It's 2 a.m.

Touma Yoko, who was already asleep, was woken up by her phone ringing.

She's a very busy person, and she always carries three mobile phones with her when she goes out.

One is used for work arrangements, one for socializing, and the other is known only to extremely close family and friends.

The only possibility that it could ring at this time is the last one.

Opening her eyes groggily, Yoko looked at the contact name "Miyoko" displayed on the screen and immediately answered the call.

There must be something very important, otherwise the usually reliable Miyoko wouldn't be calling her at this time.

That's what Touma Yoko thought, but the first thing she heard when she answered the phone was a long, melodious hiccup coming from the other end.

Then came Miyoko's silly giggles.

"..." Touma Yoko closed her eyes, pinched her brow, and then chuckled, "Miyoko, are you drunk?"

"Eh, it's connected... No, boss, I'm perfectly fine, hiccup!"

"Miyoko, you know I have to work tomorrow, right? You'd better have something really important to tell me, and not some trivial thing like being forced into a blind date by your family. Otherwise, I'll take back all the leave I was going to give you."

"It's a big deal, a very important matter. You'll be very surprised when you hear it, President."

"If it's about Qianye winning the Yulongqi event, I already knew about it from the news this afternoon."

"No, it's tonight... right now it should be considered last night. Anyway, Qianye did a great thing by saving innocent people. He's a hero!"

"What exactly happened? Explain yourself."

"Chiya, he stopped a crime when he went out with Kazusa at night..."

Although she didn't admit it, Miyoko was indeed a little tipsy at that moment.

When giving work reports to Yoko, my ability to express myself verbally was somewhat affected, but fortunately, the impact was not significant.

Some things she hadn't explained clearly were all clarified under the persistent questioning of the experienced Yaozi.

At Yoko's suggestion, Miyoko went to the washroom, wet a towel with cold water, and wiped her face, which made her feel much more awake.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the wall beside her—the room where Kazusa lived.

"Hehe, now I feel that Kazusa really can't live without Chiya anymore. She even told me some things herself. She has clearly noticed something."

"What did Kazusa tell you?"

Inside the enclosed tram, when Qianye realized that someone was planning a gas attack, her first reaction was to put the mask he was wearing on her face. Although the gas was something that a mask alone could not protect against, it would at least be of some use if something really happened.

When Chiya chose to do that, it was clear that he cared more about Kazusa's safety than his own.

Upon hearing Miyoko's words, Yoko perked up immediately, and a subtle excitement welled up inside her.