Chapter 207
Plamia couldn't believe it, staring at the face across from her, thinking about what kind of trick this was.
Just because you say you're police means you really are police? Who would believe such words!
Just then, a traffic officer passing by seemed to notice the situation: "Oh, Officer Samukawa! What are you doing here? Do you need help?"
Plamia, who had just imagined a bunch of conspiracy theories, was greatly shocked.
What was the situation in Japan? Had no one applied to Police Academy, so they were accepting just anyone?! This was obviously someone from the yakuza side!!!
The traffic officer who came over said he was asking if Samukawa Shinryu needed help, but actually when he spoke up, he wanted to help the lady across from him.
He knew Samukawa Shinryu appeared here today looking for a criminal. It was normal for detectives to have this kind of work. All the police in this area had received photos of the wanted criminal, who definitely wasn't female.
With Samukawa Shinryu's intimidating presence, he was completely unsuitable for this kind of door-to-door inquiry work. That poor lady across from him!
"Nothing much, I'm just asking if she's seen that person."
Plamia snapped back to reality and bowed: "Sorry, but I really haven't seen them. I'll go back now..."
She left hurriedly, using the cover of that police officer who came to defuse the situation to quietly drop a listening device in the roadside bushes.
Plamia's intuition told her things weren't that simple, especially that police officer who stopped her—the way he looked at her made her very uneasy.
Using the motion of adjusting her hat, she walked while secretly putting on earphones, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Foreigners might be face-blind, Officer Samukawa. It's useless asking them..."
"It's not just that. I feel like she looks familiar."
Plamia's heart instantly skipped a beat.
Yes, yes, yes! That was it! That Officer Samukawa's gaze when looking at her wasn't like simply stopping someone to ask if they'd seen someone, but rather like a scanner, staring sharply at her face as if he could see through her disguise.
Plamia had been quite confident in her makeup skills, but being stared at by him made her feel creeped out, always feeling like something had been exposed.
Now she was certain—the other party might have really discovered something, just wasn't sure yet, which was why he let her go.
Fortunately someone suddenly came and diverted attention. Thanks to that traffic officer for letting her continue to get away with it...
Plamia continued listening, then heard that guy who looked nothing like a police officer suddenly say "Ah."
"What's wrong, Officer Samukawa?"
"I feel like she looks a bit like that Plamia."
The traffic officer was confused: "Does she? I don't think they're very alike... just both foreigners..."
Plamia: "..........."
Argh, damn it! That guy really did notice!!!
Plamia quickened her pace and began thinking about escape routes, then heard the subsequent conversation from the listening device.
"Should we call that lady back to ask?"
"No need." Officer Samukawa said. "Since she was grocery shopping in this area, she should be a resident around here. Plus she's a foreigner, so she'll be easy to find. It's already time to get off work, so let's talk about it tomorrow."
Hearing this, not only was the traffic officer stunned, even Plamia was stunned and almost twisted her ankle.
But immediately after, Plamia's heart laughed.
Hah hah, hah hah hah hah hah! This was the consequence of Japan recruiting even this kind of person as police! No professional ethics at all!
Even so, she couldn't continue living in this house. She had to change identities and go live in another safe house, observing the situation. Anyway, she had multiple hiding places and had set up several safe houses in Tokyo...
Just then, Plamia heard friction-caused static from the listening device.
But it didn't matter—that traffic officer had already left, and that police officer named Samukawa probably also...
"The interfering person has left."
Officer Samukawa's voice became unprecedentedly clear, almost as if he were speaking right next to the listening device—no wait! He had picked up the listening device! The noise just now was the sound of him picking up the listening device!
Plamia was horrified.
What did this mean?
It meant the other party might have confirmed her identity from the beginning, even seeing her supposedly covert action of dropping the listening device, which was why he could so precisely retrieve the listening device from the bushes right after that traffic officer left!
She just didn't understand why he didn't arrest her immediately but even gave her a chance to escape...
This was a listening device, not a phone, so Plamia couldn't ask her questions. Fortunately, the other party soon continued.
"What a coincidence to encounter you, Miss Cesar Marlott."
Even though today should have been their first meeting, the other party had already precisely stated the name of the fake identity she was currently using—if this was a chance encounter, hell would freeze over!!!
This situation of secretly investigating her for who knows how long, then suddenly appearing saying "I actually already know your identity"—Plamia had just experienced this not long ago.
Wasn't this exactly the operation of that damn organization?!
When Plamia was halfway through her revenge before, she realized that organization was actually very large. Now it seemed her guess was right—they even had people in the police!
And they had found her again!
How exactly did they investigate her?!
Plamia was completely puzzled and could only suppress her emotions, continuing to listen to the voice from the listening device.
"Don't be nervous. This time it's just my personal action. I personally have a few questions I want to ask you." Officer Samukawa's tone was very calm, continuing unhurriedly, "Tomorrow at noon, we'll meet and talk in detail."
After saying this, he gave an address. Not hearing a response didn't worry him. After finishing, he crushed the listening device.
Plamia stood in the alley with a dark expression.
So confident... had he also found her newly arranged safe houses? How long had he been secretly watching her?
Damn it, she hadn't expected to encounter this kind of thing. She didn't have recording equipment on her, otherwise recording and sending it to the Metropolitan Police would definitely ruin Samukawa's reputation.
But the other party emphasized this was personal action... that made sense too. After she bombed several of that organization's bases, it was a fight to the death with that organization. If it was that organization's position, what would greet her definitely wouldn't be such an understated roadside "encounter," but a new round of assassination.
That is to say, the other party might indeed be acting personally with other purposes.
Thinking of this, Plamia's gloomy face finally cracked a sinister smile.
Since the other party seemed to still want to preserve his police identity, it meant he had concerns. With other purposes on this basis, it wasn't her being unilaterally disadvantaged—maybe she could turn the tables and extract information.
...No, just extracting information wasn't enough to relieve her hatred.
Perhaps she could be bolder... anyway, let's investigate first.
After encountering Plamia, Usuha Izuki went to catch the fugitive he used as an excuse and handed him in, so his getting off work on time would be reasonable.
System: [You actually directly used Samukawa Shinryu's identity... not considering passing it to the organization?]
[The organization is a bunch of useless people. After struggling for so long they still haven't killed anyone—can't count on them anymore.]
No choice—reliable people like Gin all had the organization's official business to handle. This kind of internal bounty, rather than a task specifically assigned to someone, only attracted people of average ability.
Plamia was a theatrical version-level boss who could bend and stretch, especially good at hiding like Muzan. It was normal these people couldn't handle her.
Usuha Izuki said: [Besides, her suspicion value also has weight and she gives it quite readily. Not farming a wave would be a bit wasteful... Her physical skills are strong, my main body is too fragile and not suitable for this kind of situation. Only Samukawa Shinryu can handle it. Plus I also want to ask about that bomber's behavior before death.]
[...Is it possible he was directly blown to death?]
[Of course not. Given her personality, she definitely would go ask how the other party found her out. Only if she couldn't get answers would she take other actions, just like she definitely wants to figure out how I found her too... anyway, no sleep tonight.]
System: [...?]
Usuha Izuki sighed: [How could she obediently go meet me? She'll definitely pull some tricks. When I switch back to my main body, I'll use 'Universal Navigation' to keep watch.]
System: [Why are you suddenly so diligent? It's making me scared... and you're actually targeting Plamia. Could it be because Hagiwara Kenji's been in a bad mood recently?]
The system thought Usuha Izuki would deny it with false pride or something, but Usuha Izuki answered shamelessly.
[Of course! I'm so good to my friends. Kenji must thank me. As for Plamia's weight and such, I don't care about that at all...]
System: [...]
What was going on? When Usuha Izuki said it like this, it felt like Hagiwara Kenji seemed secondary. Thinking carefully, Hagiwara Kenji was also often persecuted by Samukawa Shinryu's weird words and had to contribute suspicion value, but he hadn't seen him show mercy... How was it doubting again? It already said not to farm its suspicion value—it was useless!
Regardless of the reason, anyway Usuha Izuki was set on going against Plamia. He even stayed up all night, keeping 'Universal Navigation' open to watch Plamia's movements all night, recording all places where she stayed longer than five minutes. After Plamia left, he would go use keywords to search and check for security risks.
That energy was like playing a game, tireless... and it really was like playing a game—no danger at all, and the more he did it the more energetic he became, very much looking forward to the next day.
After a whole night of this, the next day Usuha Izuki switched to Samukawa Shinryu's account with max stress resistance and went to work.
You couldn't tell at all that he'd stayed up all night. No matter when, Samukawa Shinryu always looked so energetic. By noon break time when everyone showed tired expressions, he still seemed like a robot completely unaffected by working so long.
"Little Shinryu, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Hagiwara Kenji stretched and asked, tilting his head.
"You and Matsuda go eat." Samukawa Shinryu closed the file in his hands. "I'm going out at noon."
This was rare. Hagiwara Kenji was stunned and instinctively asked: "What's wrong? What's the matter? Do you need help?"
Samukawa Shinryu thought about it and answered: "Good thing."
Oh, a good thing—then no problem.
Hagiwara Kenji relaxed, watching as Samukawa Shinryu casually tucked his gun into his back waist and left the office.
Hagiwara Kenji: "...?"
...Although it was indeed duty time and carrying a gun was allowed, what kind of good thing required specifically bringing a gun out?