The fat man ignored him, charging forward.
He was about to knock her over when a bizarre scene unfolded.
The high school girl’s eyes narrowed, grabbing the culprit’s clothes with a swift move.
At the same time, she tripped him with her left leg and landed a Kabuda shoulder throw.
“Bang!”
A loud thud echoed through the area. The floor where he fell cracked directly.
The fat man let out a pig-like scream, like a chrysanthemum blooming in a wasteland.
He clutched his waist and struggled to get up.
Damn it!
Why is this ordinary high school girl so strong?
After the police rushed out, Kudo Shinichi arrived at the hallway.
He saw the culprit's predicament and smirked.
Mauri Ran is the main player of the karate club, ordinary thugs are no match for her.
“Damn these kids!”
The fat man cursed as he got up and pulled out a dark and thick dagger.
There were blood stains on the handle, likely the murder weapon.
Mauri Ran leaned forward, her smile full of kindness:
“Sir, please put the knife down, okay?”
The fat man waved the knife in front of him, forcing her to retreat:
“Don’t… don’t come over here!”
He glanced at the outside, his face tense.
Surrendering meant certain death, he might as well try his luck in the courtyard.
If he managed to grab a hostage, he could use it as a bargaining chip for his survival!
Mauri Ran saw the culprit moving towards the outside, and quickly understood.
Her eyes filled with apology, she clasped her hands together and said:
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you hurt others.”
With that, Mauri Ran assumed a fighting stance.
There was no countdown, the next second she launched like a cannonball.
She moved with the speed of lightning, instantly closing the distance.
Her blue skirt swirled with her movement, tracing a beautiful arc in the air.
The fat man was horrified, instinctively raising his arm to block.
The two collided, there was a clang, and the blade… broke!
What the…?
Suzuki Byakuya twitched his lips and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
A kick that breaks a dagger, he wasn’t seeing things, right?
This… this is too unscientific.
At this moment, the system popped up another screen.
【Detected ability: Martial arts beyond the scope of science.】
【This ability has been added to the point shop.】
【Ability name: Karate.】
【Ability type: Active Trigger.】
【Ability description: Strengthens the body, greatly enhancing attack power and defense.】
【Notes: What is science, can you eat it?】
This…
Suzuki Byakuya didn’t know how to respond to the note.
“Sir, don’t resist.”
Mauri Ran tried to persuade him, her compassionate smile was like an angel descending.
The fat man swallowed his saliva and glanced at the door again.
After all this commotion, his escape route was completely cut off.
With police officers in front and a one-horned girl behind, it was impossible for him to break through.
The harsh reality made him kneel on the ground with a thud:
“I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have stolen anything in the first place. If I hadn’t stolen anything, I wouldn’t have been tempted, that girl wouldn’t have died, woo woo woo, but doesn’t a fat man deserve love too? I want to lose weight, I want to get laid too…”
The fat man sobbed, confessing to his crimes.
The situation unfolded as Suzuki Byakuya had predicted.
When they exchanged DNA, this guy was watching from outside.
A man in the Heisei era, at the height of his prime.
Seeing the woman’s fair skin and beautiful appearance, and her seductive actions, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of lust.
Then, ‘he’ felt dizzy and went home to rest.
Seeing an opportunity, the fat man pried open the front door.
He sneaked into the bedroom, attempting to take advantage of the situation.
Aoi Nozomi had also eaten mushrooms and her mind was hazy.
In her daze, she thought that Suzuki Byakuya was back for more.
However, she immediately realized something was wrong and was silenced by the fat man.
The fat man then erased any remaining traces of the crime, except for the fingerprints on the windowsill and the missing bottle of weight loss pills.
The case was closed.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Suzuki, I wrongly accused you.”
“Yeah, I even took you for a criminal, I’m really sorry. How about… we call up a girl sometime?”
Detective Mouri glared at his subordinate, took out the handcuffs, and clicked them on:
“I arrest you for murder!”
The fat man lowered his head, not daring to look at the one-horned female warrior. The fear of her karate skills lingered in his mind.
Now that the culprit was caught, Suzuki Byakuya’s suspicion was cleared.
He let out a sigh of relief, his expression complex.
The clues he found earlier could only prove that a third person had been at the scene.
If it weren’t for the crucial evidence of the weight loss pills, the outcome might still be unknown.
The Eye of Judgement is not all-knowing.
It has obvious advantages, easily acquiring clues, but it also has significant disadvantages.
Sometimes, physical evidence alone is not enough to pinpoint the killer.
He lacked the connecting link, the reasoning process.
In this respect, he is complementary to that high school detective.
As the criminal was taken away, the flashing police lights were as deep as blood.
Mauri Ran walked over and bowed to apologize.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Suzuki.”
Seeing her sincerity, Byakuya couldn’t bear to hold a grudge.
To say he had no resentment would be a lie, but he really couldn’t beat her.
He could only give her face and choose to forgive her.
Mauri Ran saw Kudo Shinichi standing with his arms crossed, she became unhappy and tugged at his sleeve:
“Shinichi, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Suzuki.”
Japan’s apology culture is as long-standing as the Chinese drinking culture.
Whenever they feel like they have caused trouble for someone, they will apologize.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Suzuki, let’s have dinner sometime.”
Kudo Shinichi’s words were very polite.
Suzuki Byakuya waved his hand, not wanting to bother with a high school kid:
“I’m a little dizzy, I’m going back to sleep.”
Mauri Ran continued to bow, her unicorn hairstyle almost poked his chin:
“Okay, Mr. Suzuki, take care.”
Byakuya finally saved himself, he had no good feelings towards that high school kid who loved playing detective games.
He left the hallway and stepped into the courtyard. He glanced back, couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy.
What a beautiful wife, gone just like that.
If…
Seeing the criminal taken away by the police car, many of the onlookers dispersed.
There were also some reporters who had heard the news and were waiting outside.
The sirens, the murmurs, the clicking sounds… all mingled together.
Byakuya walked away from the crowd, a solitary figure.
It was as if the excitement belonged to them, while he had nothing.
Mauri Ran saw his lonely back and sighed:
“Mr. Suzuki seems so pitiful.”
Kudo Shinichi rolled his eyes, speechless.
Tall and handsome, with a friend to discuss life with, clearly a winner in life, how is he pitiful?
“His friend died, he must be very sad.”
…
Suzuki Byakuya returned to the bedroom, took a shower first, and after drying himself, he lay comfortably on the bed.
After all, this was his first time transmigrating, he had no experience, and the memories of his original body were still not coming back.
“My head is so dizzy, I’ll go to sleep for a while.”
Maybe when he woke up, he would remember everything.
Beautiful women, fame, wealth, status.
The life of a rich second-generation is so simple, plain, and boring.
He closed his eyes, didn’t even count sheep, and quickly fell asleep.
He didn’t know how long it had been, but he was awakened by the urgent ringing of his phone in a daze:
Byakuya rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked:
“Hello, who is it?”
“Mr. Suzuki, it’s time to pay rent.”
Suzuki Byakuya: ???