Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

After waiting for a while, seeing that An Zeliang had not sent a message yet, Xinggong Lin silently closed his communication interface, and clenched his pale little hands tightly, his knuckles turned red.

Could it be that... he really went to ask Nakano Aoi for help?

Pursing her lips tightly, Xinggong Lin walked back and forth in the room twice, then suddenly stopped and dialed a phone call with an expressionless face.

A few seconds later, the call was connected and she also whispered.

"Dad...are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

"I kind of missed you."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 219 216: After tonight, Anze will be cold

As the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Rin Hoshimiya's father, Masanori Hoshimiya, should have been lying comfortably at home today, enjoying the weekend.

But now, he was in the Metropolitan Police Department, looking at the documents sent by other police inspectors. The most recorded things, apart from the pachinko parlor gang conflict that suddenly occurred in the past two days and ended quickly, were the scumbag killer case that had never been closed.

While flipping through one of the documents, Hoshimiya Masaki frowned. His expression was intimidating without him getting angry, and his aura was very strong. He looked like a cut above the rest, just like a certain little iceberg.

"Last night, the scumbag killer committed another crime. The victim was... The crime scene was..."

"The other party seems to be very familiar with the police's dispatch process, has a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness, and is good at disguising himself..."

If An Zeliang were here, he would definitely find it very strange.

Last night he accidentally ran into the "drunk" Rena Matsui. In order to maintain the image of an upright and enthusiastic young man, he brought her home and only let Rena Matsui leave this morning.

In other words, Matsui Rena had no time at all to commit the crime.

The so-called scumbag killer strikes again...it's actually just a copycat.

However, the police inspectors under Masanori Hoshimiya have not found any trace of the scum killer so far, let alone his physical characteristics. Naturally, they confused the copycat with Rena Matsui and did not find anything unusual.

"Jingle Bell--!"

At this time, Xinggong Zhengji's cell phone suddenly rang. He took a look at the incoming call, and his intimidating expression instantly melted away. He quickly picked up the phone, coughed lightly, and asked slowly in a calm tone.

"Xiao Lin, what do you want from daddy?"

"Well... I'm very busy these days, so I may not be able to go back for dinner. Besides, you are already a big kid, and it's time for you to learn to break away from your parents' embrace and live an independent life."

"Dad is still busy here. If you go back to eat, I will notify the chef."

"Okay, I'll hang up first."

"... "

Putting down his phone, Hoshimiya Masaki calmly called Ayase Mitsuha.

"Sanye, ask the chef to make two more servings of strawberry pudding tonight. Xiaolin likes it, so I'll have one with her."

"When will you go back at night? I will go back naturally when I am done with my work."

Before he could finish his words, the landline on Hoshimiya Masaki's desk suddenly rang. He said something to Ayase Mitsuha, then hung up and picked up the landline on his desk.

"Superintendent Xinggong, the crime scene has been inspected and the forensic report will be faxed to you at 8 o'clock tonight."

"Eight o'clock?" Xinggong Masanori frowned, but his tone remained calm. "It's too late. I have more important things to deal with. Let's check it when I come back tomorrow morning."

The caller was shocked. The scum killer case had become a special case in Tokyo City. Police officers from all parties were working together to solve the case. The Superintendent Masaki Hoshimiya had been busy for several months because of this.

At a time like this, Director Xinggong actually had to deal with other more important matters.

Is Tokyo going to see another scumbag killer-level serial killer?

"Yes, we will deliver a more detailed report to your desk tomorrow morning!"

A very respectful voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah." After responding faintly, Xinggong Zhengji hung up the phone, put on his coat and walked out of the office. On his face, which was intimidating without being angry, there was a faint smile.

It’s good to have a daughter.

Xinggong Masanori thought silently in his heart.

When you are busy with work, there is always a caring little one who says to you sweetly, "Dad, I miss you."

Afterwards, Hoshimiya Masaki drove around outside for a long time, carefully selected some gifts, and then returned home.

Xinggong Lin was reading a book in the living room. Seeing him come back, she calmly stood up and walked to the door, took Xinggong Masaki's clothes and hung them aside.

Hoshimiya Masaki pointed at the gift he had bought and said lightly.

"My colleague asked me to bring you this gift."

"Is it that Inspector Kumamoto again? Then Dad, as usual, thank him for me."

Xinggong Lin looked at his father calmly and nodded slightly.

"...You can open it and see if you like it." Xinggong Zhengji held it in for a while, but still couldn't help but remind him.

"I have always liked the gift bought by Police Inspector Kumamoto." Hoshimiya Rin still did not intend to open it, but signaled Ayase Mitsuha to put the gift away.

Although Hoshimiya Masanori was somewhat dissatisfied, when he heard his daughter say that she liked the newspaper, he did not ask her to open it. He nodded slightly and walked into the living room. He sat down at the table, drank tea, and read the newspaper handed to him by the servant, looking like a cold patriarch.

Seeing this, Xinggong Lin also sat aside silently, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a smile disappeared in an instant.

She knew the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department very well, so she naturally knew that there was no such thing as Superintendent Kumamoto.

Hoshimiya Masaki just didn't want her to know that he bought the gift specially, so he always said that it was given by a colleague.

Dad is really not frank.

Xinggong Lin thought to himself, signaled the maid beside him to pour tea, and then spoke calmly.

"Dad, you've worked hard today. Have a glass of water and wait for dinner."

"Yeah." Hoshimiya Masaki didn't even look at Hoshimiya Rin, but his hand consciously picked up the teacup, drank it all, and put the cup back next to the teapot.

Although he didn't say anything, it seemed like he said everything.

Xinggong Lin paused, then signaled the maid to pour tea again, and continued speaking calmly.

"Dad, drink more water."

"Ah."

Goo-dong, goo-dong...

Drinking the tea poured by his daughter, Xinggong Masaki had no interest in reading the newspaper. He was focused on savoring the mellow and lingering aroma of the tea, and occasionally glanced at Xinggong Rin's cold profile.

My daughter is always like this, rational, smart, calm, and not as emotional as a normal girl.

However, Hoshimiya Masaki did not feel that Hoshimiya Rin was indifferent to him.

Once when they were young, Xinggong Lin had argued with him about the taste of tea and snacks and ignored him all day. As a result, when he came back from get off work, there was a box of newly bought snacks and hot tea on the restaurant table.

Just like today, although Xinggong Lin's attitude towards him was still cold, she would occasionally show some concern.

Xinggong Masaki sighed silently in his heart again.

Sure enough, my daughter is just a little cold on the surface, but in fact she really wants to be her father’s warm and caring little cotton-padded jacket!

Hoshimiya Masaki happily picked up the teacup and took another big sip of tea. He was looking forward to Hoshimiya Rin's performance at dinner tonight.

...

At the same time, in the office in Shinjuku District.

An Zeliang was looking at various data in the background of the website. Nishikawa Sae's explosive video had been sent out, and with the official support behind the scenes, she immediately became the leader of the cyberbullying trolls.

"Brother, lead the guys to charge again!"

"Our lives are so wonderful because we have brothers who are fighting in the front and crushing injustice!"

He was talking so aggressively on the Internet, with such sharp words and so many tricks, that An Zeliang couldn't help but smile and opened the door of his office.

"Xichuan, go down and buy some milk tea, one cup for each person!"

"Oh, I see, boss." Nishikawa Sae put down her hands that were constantly tapping on the keyboard, stood up listlessly, and looked at An Zeliang with moist eyes, "Boss, as for the money for the milk tea...?"

"I'll reimburse you." An Zeliang waved his hand.

"Okay, boss, I'll go right away!" Nishikawa Sae took her wallet and went downstairs. A short while later she came back with three large bags of milk tea.

Who could have imagined that Nishikawa Sae, who was so powerful online, was actually a little sister with a sad face, a soft voice, and who would pitifully ask for reimbursement for milk tea.

It's quite like the contrast between the keyboard warriors in our great China, who are aggressive when surfing the Internet but timid in real life.

While thinking about it, An Zeliang took the milk tea and instructed Nishikawa Sae.

"Take a break and then continue."

"No, boss. I can keep going!" Nishikawa Sae really likes the feeling of being a keyboard warrior. She doesn't have to be responsible, just keep going. After saying this, she returned to her workstation with her milk tea and continued typing on the keyboard.

An Zeliang didn't pay any attention to it, but called Hasegawa Reiko to come to the office.

"The clarification video can be sent out before 7:30 p.m., and remember to push it on the website backend. I have also purchased promotions on Twitter and YouTube in advance."

"Boss, they've been scolding us all day. Will anyone really read the clarification in the evening? How about we wait until Monday to release it?" Hasegawa Reiko explained the reason. "On Monday, everyone has classes and work. Everyone is busy and will soon forget about these revelations."

"No, if they forget, the popularity will disappear." An Zeliang shook his head.

"Isn't it just right that there is no heat?" Hasegawa Reiko was a little puzzled. She felt that negative news must be suppressed as quickly as possible, and when something really happened, she could just come out and bow and apologize.

After all, the Japanese government always does this, and she is used to it.

"If you didn't come out to clarify when the popularity was at its peak, then when people mention the website in the future, they will only think of the black traffic, not the good traffic." An Zeliang's attitude was very firm. "The black-and-red road is easy to follow, but the ceiling is too low."

"As for why not wait until tomorrow..."

"The exhibition will end tonight. Everyone has been eating melons online all day. Once the news of the exhibition is over, they will definitely pay attention to this matter again. That's when the clarification will have the most traffic."

"Hmm..." Hasegawa Reiko nodded and stopped refutation. She half bent over and continued to listen to An Zeliang's instructions.

"Go and sort out the volunteer's clarification video, the causes and consequences of the quarrel in the group, etc., and then upload them one by one."

"Good boss."

"... "

After finishing this, An Zeliang also opened YouTube. He now had so many private messages in the background that he couldn't even read them all, so he simply cleared them all.

Afterwards, An Zeliang opened the water army program he had written earlier, and clicked on the backend of Twitter and Douyin. After thinking about it, he upgraded the promotion purchased on Twitter and YouTube to a higher level.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

At this time, hundreds of private messages from An Zeliang appeared again. When he cleared them casually, he suddenly saw a business private message cooperation marked in red.

The other party’s ID is Mengmengren. His homepage is full of photography works. He has only about 200,000 fans, but he is connected with many COSERs. It seems that he is a well-known photographer in the two-dimensional world.

His private message to An Zeliang was very simple, just asking whether he needed to shoot and promote the amateur COSERs invited to the exhibition.

"No thanks." An Zeliang replied politely.

I didn’t expect that Mengmeng was online right now and sent me a message at the speed of light.

"I know you don't need it. Your website is dead, your account reputation is garbage, and you will never have a chance to work with me again." A sarcastic emoticon was attached at the end.

An Zeliang was too lazy to pay attention to this fool who was mocking him, so he just tapped on the keyboard.

"Oh, let's talk about it tonight."

"Hahahaha, this guy is still holding on, saying he'll talk about it tonight."

At this moment, in an apartment in Tokyo, Katagiri Naoya looked at the reply sent by the enchanting avatar and couldn't help laughing out loud, his tone full of sarcasm.

He was the photographer who proposed to cooperate with An Zeliang. His online ID was Mengmengren, and sitting next to him was Xiaotumeng.

Looking at the chat history between the two, Xiao Tu Meng frowned worriedly.

"Naoya-kun, this isn't a good idea..."

"What's wrong with that?" Katagiri Naoya threw down his phone, hugged Xiaotu Moe with both hands, and moved up and down restlessly, "He refused to cooperate with you, and deliberately concealed the appearance and strength of the amateur COSER, isn't it just to embarrass you?"

"I treated him like this to avenge you!"

Naoya Katagiri did not go to the exhibition, so he only heard from other people how good-looking and amazing the two amateur COSERs were. However, he did not believe it and just thought it was a marketing strategy used by the exhibition.

But Xiaotu Meng, who had actually met both Hoshimiya Rin and Hayano Hoshiko, paused and said with a complicated expression.

"I think... they might not be targeting me..."

With that kind of looks and that kind of temperament, Xiao Tumeng sincerely felt that they were targeting all the women present. She just had a more arrogant attitude when she went there, so she was slapped the hardest in the face.