Tokyo: There's something wrong with this narration!

Chapter 1 01·There’s something wrong with this narration!

【you're awake,

In a completely unfamiliar environment,
Even though you feel very unwell,
But the fact is, you made a lot of money,
A 30-year-old soul travels into the body of a teenager, what else can you be dissatisfied with?

Of course, the prerequisite is to find a way to survive first. Next to you lies Mrs. Suzume, who has a Yakuza background. If she is discovered, hehe...]

Bai Chuan was lying on the bed, and an unreal narration sounded in his ears. In addition to directly expressing his discomfort, it also reminded him of the crisis in the surrounding environment.

He opened his eyes, and the dappled sunlight outside the window shone in, making it slightly dazzling.

He rubbed his eyes and saw the strange woman next to him. She had fair skin, cold features, and picturesque eyebrows.

She lay quietly, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale. Although she seemed to be close to thirty, the years had added charm and style to her, like a glass of mellow red wine.

However, before Bai Chuan had time to appreciate her beauty carefully, he noticed the dagger stuck in front of her.

A blood flower like a red rose has long since solidified, freezing the entire scene at her most beautiful moment.

Not even a trace of pain remained on her face.

[Oh, the situation is worse than before. Mrs. Suzume is dead. If you don’t erase the traces of your existence as soon as possible and escape from the scene, your fate may be even more tragic than this beautiful lady.

He was hunted by the Yakuza and became a rotting corpse in the sewer.

Or spend the rest of your life in prison, at least in addition to the risk of chrysanthemums, you can still live for another 20 years. 】

The harsh narration sounded again, and Bai Chuan subconsciously stepped back. He knocked on his heavy head. There was still a lot of alcohol left in his body, which was why he felt dizzy as soon as he woke up.

He quickly stood up, put on his clothes and pants, rushed into the toilet, turned on the faucet, and slapped cold water on his face to clear his mind.

Although he didn't know why the inexplicable narration sounded in his ears, he had already determined a fact from the mirror.

He traveled through time and became a handsome island boy.

The boy looks exactly like Takeshi Kaneshiro when he was young, but he looks more melancholy than Takeshi Kaneshiro. His skin is unhealthy white and his figure is thin.

No wonder he was attracted by a wife with a Yakuza background. She looked like a young woman killer.

[Do you think it’s a pity not to do public relations with your skin?

You can use this to live with a rich woman and save 30 years of hard work.
Mrs. Rumiko, the police widow of the Metropolitan Police Department, is a good choice. She may be able to help you solve the current crisis, if you don't mind that she is 50 years old. 】

Damn it!This narration is poisonous!
Bai Chuan no longer paid attention to the narrator's confusion, and he touched the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

He took out his cell phone and took a picture of the woman's death state, as well as the surrounding environment.

The floor-to-ceiling wardrobe in the bedroom was half open, with several skirts hanging inside. It was obvious that the woman probably didn't live here often, otherwise she wouldn't have so few changes of clothes.

There were empty red wine bottles and two wine glasses on the coffee table next to the bed.

He wanted to know why the woman died and why the original body appeared here.

But the time now is not enough for him to investigate and deduce the truth of the case, because he was a criminal policeman in his previous life. Although he went into business midway, his basic professional qualities are still there.

Afterwards, he quickly checked the woman's body. The knife wound on the chest was a fatal injury, but she must have been in a coma before being stabbed with the dagger, because she showed no signs of struggle and her expression was too peaceful, as if she was undergoing surgery under anesthesia. patients on stage.

Apart from this, there were no other wounds on the body and it was still very clean. It was obvious that the original body and the woman did not have any relationship last night, but simply lay together.

Bai Chuan found the woman's driver's license in her bag.

Suzume Naiko, 29 years old, currently lives in Tokyo.

Baichuan touched a piece of lipstick. He took it out and smeared it on the woman's hand. He found a roll of tape in the toilet and stuck her fingerprints on the tape.

Immediately, he used the woman's powder and tape to extract the fingerprints on the dagger and glass respectively.

The whole process took no more than 10 minutes.

Finally, it is necessary to clean up the traces of one’s own existence at the scene.

Unsure of what exactly the original person had been exposed to, he decided to clean the room.

He took out the toilet cleaning tools and began to clean the room thoroughly. He also scrubbed the woman's body from top to bottom with clean water, trying not to leave any fingerprints or hair or dander.

Then he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and took photos at the vents, radiators, and TV sets. After checking that there were no cameras installed in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

[The scene was so clean that I have to admit that you have a talent for crime. Even if the police subsequently discovered that you spent the night with her, there would be no evidence.
However, the Yakuza are not like the police who only talk about evidence. As long as they doubt you, you will be dead.

Right now, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible to avoid being bumped into in 5 minutes.

A window sill is a good choice, and you live next door anyway. 】

Bai Chuan frowned, and finally followed the narrator's guidance, climbed over the window sill, and returned to the next room.

He suddenly wanted to smoke, but found that there was no such thing in the boy's home.

He rubbed his eyebrows and went into the bathroom to take a shower.Although there is a bathtub, now is not the time to enjoy it.

Next to him lay a dead Suzume Naiko.

Five minutes later, someone knocked on the door next door.

Through the peephole, Bai Chuan saw several men in black suits knocking on the door.

In this outfit, he is either a security guard or someone from a club.

But the door next door never opened. A few men in suits discussed it for a while and did not force their way in. They stood respectfully at the door like dedicated bodyguards.

"Fortunately, I walked fast." Bai Chuan couldn't help but sigh.

But he lives next door, and Suzume Naiko is dead. It's hard to say whether they will doubt him.

Bai Chuan saw the uniforms of high school students in the room, which were very similar to Chinese tunic suits, with stand-up collars, gold single-breasted buttons, and loose styles.

[You noticed the uniforms of Muhe High School. You should behave less abnormally and just go to school as normal. Act as if nothing happened last night. 】

The narrator comes back again and gives sound advice.

But this suddenly reminded Bai Chuan of his fear of being dominated by his senior year in high school.

But he had no choice. The more normal he behaved at this time, the less likely he would arouse others' suspicion.

The strange thing is that he has no memory of the original person. Even after seeing the photos, clothes and handicrafts in the house, he can't recall it at all.

In order to avoid being suspected when he went to school, he decided to do his homework first.

For example, look through mobile phone photo albums, text messages, social software chat records, and look for the original person’s diary, classmate records, exercise books, express delivery orders, etc.

There are very few contacts on the phone, only two people, namely the original mother and the landlady.

It seems that the original person is a lonely person, most likely from a single-parent family.

This house is also rented.

Most of the text messages are various advertising promotions and reminder text messages, as well as messages from the class teacher.

It can be seen that the teacher Yuko in the class cares about him.

There is a third-grade class C group on social media, but the boy has basically not spoken.

There were a few blank pages in the express delivery note, maybe he was preparing to send something to someone.

There was no classmate record in the room, but luckily I found a diary.

Through the diary, Shirakawa discovered the boy's name. His name was Kuraki Shirakawa. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but his name was also Shirakawa.

Although he has no memory of the original body, he can fully understand these island characters and can speak fluent island language. This is probably the muscle memory of the original body.

Considering the limited time, he put his diary and various books into his backpack, changed into his school uniform, navigated the address of Muhe High School on his mobile phone, planned the route in his mind, and walked out of the room.

A row of men in suits stared at him coldly.He just kept his head down, showing the characteristics of a withdrawn character, and walked around them to the stairwell.The men in suits watched him leave.

[You succeeded in making them think you were just a harmless high school student, and you felt that Oscar owed you a statuette,

But you don’t like the way they look at you, especially the man with scars all over his face. He seems to have a natural hostility towards handsome guys, probably because he always gets cuckolded.

Oh, poor scarred man, maybe he should be given a friendly reminder to go get a paternity test with his dear daughter. 】

What the hell!

Bai Chuan couldn't help but uttered the quintessence of Chinese culture in his heart. He glanced at it with the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the man in a suit with scars on his face was still staring at him, his eyes full of disgust, and even a hint of murderous intent.

He immediately looked away and touched his backpack.

Lying quietly in the backpack was a dagger.

This made Bai Chuan realize that the original person might not be such a simple high school student.

Otherwise what can I say about this dagger?
Wait, is it the same type of dagger that was inserted into the woman?

Bai Chuan couldn't help but swallow, carefully touched the texture of the dagger, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But even if it is not the same dagger, it does not mean that the woman was not killed by her original body.

[You begin to suspect that the original person killed Suzume Naiko, maybe you have traveled through the body of a murderer...]

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