What the hell is the Yellow Haired Godly Rich System?

Chizuru looked at him and remained silent.

Li Zhiqiu secretly glanced at Qianhe's expression, but saw no hesitation in her eyes.

"I'll keep an eye on him." Qianzuru's voice was firm: "I will definitely find evidence against him."

"Too passive." Li Zhiqiu suddenly said: "You said that there were more than a dozen victims who called the police. We can persuade these people to identify him in court."

"It's difficult." Qianzuru shook her head: "In this case, most victims are unwilling to come forward and identify him again for various reasons."

"Moreover, no matter how many witnesses we have, we cannot convict without physical evidence."

"Sister Qianhe, are you questioning the law?" Li Zhiqiu said righteously: "As long as we do it, we will definitely find evidence."

"Ah?" Qianhe was a little confused for a moment, and looked at Li Zhiqiu with a firm look.

"But you still have me, don't you?" Li Zhiqiu raised his hands and said sincerely, "I can definitely be your assistant and help you convince those victims and bring Haoji to justice with the weapon of law."

"Okay." Qianhe nodded. Although Li Zhiqiu's words were naive, it was better than doing nothing and waiting passively.

In another corner of the city, in a noisy bar.

Koji sat in the middle of the bar, surrounded by this group of ferocious looking guys.

They drank, talked and laughed loudly, and the customers around them instinctively avoided these hooligans.

"Boss, can that guy really come up with 100 million yen?" the gangster asked, holding up his wine glass.

"It doesn't matter." Koji's eyes revealed a hint of cunning and cruelty: "He is a dangerous guy. Either don't provoke him, or once you make an enemy, you must kill him completely. Then hand him over to the gangsters to deal with. It will only take a week."

"The woman next to him is so beautiful." The gangster looked regretful.

"Don't worry." Koji held up his wine glass: "We can have fun, there's no need to worry about this little time."

In an apartment in Adachi Ward, Tokyo.

This is a studio apartment with only one room and bathroom.

Qianhe took Li Zhiqiu back to her apartment. On the way back, Qianhe successfully obtained Koji's file by relying on her identity and authority.

These materials include important information such as Koji's criminal record, social relations, and whereabouts.

The two sat at the table and began to study Koji's information carefully.

Chizuru frowned, she was thinking about how to find a breakthrough from the information and how to convince those who had called the police to identify Koji to identify him in court together.

"Starting tomorrow, let's go visit these people first." Chizuru finally spoke, her voice a little hoarse: "We must collect enough evidence as soon as possible and bring Koji to court."

She still had a concussion, and the continuous movement put a lot of strain on her.

After she finished speaking, she felt another headache coming. She gently pressed her temples with her hands, trying to relieve the sudden pain.

Seeing this, Li Zhiqiu immediately stood up and walked to her side, and asked with concern: "Sister Qianhe, you should rest first. There are still seven days left. If you collapse, we will be completely passive."

Qianhe looked at the concern in Li Zhiqiu's eyes and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

She felt the absurdity of the world. Her colleagues who avoided her for fear of trouble were not as supportive as the young man in front of her.

"I understand. You should go to bed early too." Chizuru's voice was gentle, and she got up and lay on the bed next to her.

Although Li Zhiqiu showed maturity and courage beyond his age in the first 9 events.

But in Chizuru's view, he is still a child who needs protection and care, and the two have the same goals at this time, so they have established a deep trust.

Li Zhiqiu looked at Qianhe lying on the bed and thought it was a pity. Although she was not on guard against him, she still slept with her clothes on.

He withdrew his gaze, hatred flashed in his eyes, and he threw all distracting thoughts behind him. He quickly took out his mobile phone and began to record all the information step by step.

His fingers slid quickly across the screen, and every word and every number was entered accurately.

"Haoji's mother was a prostitute." Li Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes. "He didn't know who his father was. He was abused by his mother, and the neighbors called the police. He later grew up in an orphanage."

Li Zhiqiu read every word, with a cold look in his eyes.

Chapter 15

Drunk

The sunlight came in through the window. Li Zhiqiu rubbed his sleepy eyes, gradually adjusted to the light, opened his eyes, and saw Qianhe beside him.

She was concentrating on sorting out a pile of messy documents, her long hair was combed into a neat ponytail.

Wearing a pair of home hot pants, revealing a pair of long, slender and straight legs, the skin of the legs looked white and smooth in the morning sun.

"Don't sleep on the floor at night." Qianzuru heard him stand up without turning his head.

"Oh, okay." Li Zhiqiu yawned and glanced at Qianhe's curvy figure. She had changed from yesterday's uniform into a fitted home outfit.

Although the tight feeling of the uniform is gone, the curves are still visible.

There is no doubt that the level of trust between the two has greatly improved after what happened last night.

"Where are we going today?" Li Zhiqiu quickly got up, walked to Qianhe and sat down to help her organize the information.

"Let's start with the one closest to you." Qianhe pointed at a stack of files stapled together with pins. On them were the files of the victims, clearly classified according to distance.

"Let's have a sandwich in the morning." After Chizuru had tidied herself up, she stood up, walked to the refrigerator, and prepared to start making breakfast.

"It's okay, let's go outside and buy some bread." Li Zhiqiu turned his head to look over, his eyes following her figure involuntarily.

When Chizuru bent over to take eggs out of the refrigerator, her buttocks curved under her hot pants.

"No, high school students need nutrition." Chizuru prepared breakfast, her hands moving skillfully and smoothly.

Although it is a simple sandwich, he is surprisingly good at cooking.

In just a short while, the fluffy toasted sandwich was placed on the table, and Chizuru even heated a cup of milk for him.

While eating a sandwich, Li Zhiqiu's eyes inadvertently swept across the policewoman's snow-white inner thighs under her hot pants, which was a feast for the eyes.

After the two had breakfast, Chizuru changed into a sports suit and moved out with him.

The sun gradually rose higher and the streets became bustling with traffic.

Qianzuru drove the car skillfully, traveling through the city.

Li Zhiqiu sat in the co-pilot seat, concentrating on reading the documents in his hands.

The first person they visited was a middle-aged man named Masaki Murakami. The files showed that his son committed suicide in his room three years ago.

Masaki Murakami called the police and reported that his son was being bullied, but due to insufficient evidence and the case involving minors, it ended up in nothing.

If Chizuru hadn't taken out the relevant files.

This record will be forgotten in a corner forever.

Soon, the vehicle slowly drove into a quiet residential area.

According to the address on the information, Chizuru found Murakami Masaki's house, a typical Japanese building, but the surrounding flowers and plants looked messy because no one had taken care of them for a long time.

Before coming, Qianhe had already made an appointment by phone.

After knocking on the door, it opened.

Masaki Murakami is in his forties, has deep dark circles under his eyes, is slightly overweight, and is not in a good mental state.

"His mother died when he was five years old, and I raised him alone. Our life was pretty stable until he entered high school."

"Although he did not show any abnormalities, he was severely bullied at school."

"For example, his desk would be suddenly thrown down from the windowsill, but the bully would just smile and say it was just a slip of the hand."

"Later, the bullying became more severe, and it even developed into him having to defend himself in front of female students."

"In order to use him as a tool for long-term entertainment, the bullies even threatened him with a bat that they would kill him if he dared to take a leave of absence from school."

Although three years have passed.

As Murakami Masaki was narrating, his dark circles were still red.

"Despite this, he never mentioned it to me and I simply thought he was just worried about his family situation."

"I told him that even if I didn't eat or drink, I would definitely support him to finish college."

"Later, he ended his life with a rope."

"There is a suicide note written in crooked handwriting on the table."

"After that, I handed the suicide note to the Education Bureau. Although it caused a stir in the news and newspapers, in the end, they just apologized."

Murakami Masaki looked up at Chizuru: "Please, is there anything I can do for him?"

After listening to his story, Qianhe frowned and said, "I hope you can go to the court to testify against him."

"Okay." Murakami Masaki agreed: "What kind of punishment will he receive?"

Chizuru was speechless for a moment. As a police officer, she knew that this accusation was actually meaningless. Murakami Masaki's son committed suicide.

There is not even direct evidence to prove the connection between the two.

In addition, Koji Nitta was still a minor at the time of the incident, making it even more difficult to convict him.

"If there's anything I can do for you, you can always come to me." Murakami Masaki saw that Chizuru was in trouble, disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he forced a smile:

"I've been drinking too much these years and my body is getting worse and worse. When I think about the fact that I can't do anything for him with the little time left in my life, I feel nothing but pain."

"Sorry." Chizuru bowed deeply to him.

After coming out of Murakami Masaki's house, Chizuru sat in the driver's seat with a heavy face.

Although the meeting with Murakami Masaki went smoothly, she felt an indescribable sense of depression in her heart.

Li Zhiqiu was standing in front of the convenience store, concentrating on talking on the phone.

"Hey, Ako, I want to make a deal with you. You only need to invest 100 million yen in me, and in a week, I can give you million...Ah! Don't hang up yet!"

Li Zhiqiu looked at the hung up call, shook his head, picked up the coffee he bought from the convenience store, returned to the car, and handed it to Qianhe: "Sister Qianhe, I believe that the law will definitely give a just judgment, and what we need to do is to collect as much evidence as possible so that the law can make a fair judgment!"

Qianhe looked a little strange. She took the coffee handed to her by Li Zhiqiu, saw his serious and determined eyes, and said softly:

"Thank you, let's go."

Chizuru regained her spirit. She felt that she was too pretentious and not as strong-willed as this high school student.

As evening approached, the sky gradually darkened and the street lights began to flicker.

Murakami Masaki sat at home with a heavy expression.

Suddenly, the doorbell broke the silence. He frowned in confusion, stood up and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, Murakami Masaki saw a girl wearing a mask standing at the door.

She has a slender figure, with a hood covering her head, and a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

Although the mask covered most of her face, Murakami Masaki could tell from her eyes and eyebrows that she was very beautiful.

"Mr. Murakami." Ako took off her hood. "I am a victim of the Nitta Koji case. I want to talk to you."

the other side.

Li Zhiqiu looked at Qianhe, who was slightly drunk in front of him, with a strange expression. Was she too unguarded against him?

Chapter 16

Heartbeat

There were wine bottles scattered around and the air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol.

Qianhe sat there quietly, her face slightly red and a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Her image was instantly overturned in Li Zhiqiu's mind. He didn't know what to do, so he just said subconsciously: "Sister Qianhe, why don't you take a rest first."

Li Zhiqiu never expected that the calm and tough policewoman would have such a side.

Today's visit went smoothly. The victims who called the police were all willing to testify in court against Koji Nitta, but the problem still remains: there is no direct evidence.

However, after hearing the victim's story, Chizuru's expression became increasingly unsightly.

After returning to the apartment, he took out alcohol and started drinking, obviously in a very bad mood.

Qianhe heard the voice, raised her head slightly and glanced at Li Zhiqiu.