Tokyo: The simulation begins with the big sister next door

Chapter 219 Chapter 216: After tonight, Anze will definitely be cold
As the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Rin Hoshinomiya's father, Masaki Hoshinomiya, was supposed to be lying comfortably at home today, enjoying his weekend off.

But now, he is in the Metropolitan Police Department, looking at the information sent by other police stations. The most recorded on it, except for the gang conflict case in the pinball shop that suddenly happened in the past two days and ended quickly, is the There are no closed cases of scumbag killers.

Looking through one of the documents, Hoshinomiya Masaki frowned, his expression was calm and intimidating, his aura was very strong, and he was almost carved out of the same mold as a certain little iceberg.

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

"The other party seems to be very familiar with the police's dispatching procedures, has a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance, and is good at disguising himself..."

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

Last night he accidentally bumped into the "drunk" Matsui Rena. In order to maintain the image of an upright, enthusiastic and good young man, he took the other person back home, and only let Matsui Rena leave this morning.

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

The so-called scumbag killer committed another crime...actually it was just a copycat who committed another crime.

However, the vigilance of Masaki Hoshinomiya's men has not found any trace of the scumbag killer so far, let alone his physical characteristics. Naturally, they confused the imitator with Rena Matsui and found no abnormalities.

"Jingle Bell--!"

At this time, Hoshinomiya Masaki's cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the call, and his calm expression instantly melted. He quickly picked it up, coughed lightly, and asked slowly in a calm tone.

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

"Well... I'm very busy these days, so I may not go back to eat. Besides, you are already a big child. It's time to learn to live independently from your parents' arms."

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

"Okay, I'll hang up first."

"... "

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

"Sanye, please ask the chef to make two more strawberry puddings tonight. Xiao Lin likes to eat it, and I will eat one with her."

"When will you go back in the evening? You'll go back naturally when you're done."

Before he finished speaking, the landline on Hoshimiya Masaki's desk suddenly rang. He said something to Ayase Mitsuha and then hung up the phone and picked up the phone on the table.

"Director of Star Palace Police, the investigation of the crime scene has been completed, and the forensic report will be faxed to you at eight o'clock tonight."

"Eight o'clock?" Hoshimiya Masaki frowned, but his tone was still calm, "It's too late. I have more important things to deal with. Let's take a look at it when I get back tomorrow morning."

The caller was shocked. The case of the scumbag killer had become a special case in Tokyo. All police departments cooperated to solve the case. Police director Masaki Hoshinomiya had been busy for several months because of this.

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

Is there going to be another scumbag killer-level serial killer in Tokyo?

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

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

"Yes." With a faint response, Masaki Hoshimiya hung up the phone, put on his coat and walked out of the office. A faint smile hung on his calm and confident face.

It would be great to have a daughter.

Hoshinomiya Masaki thought silently in his heart.

When I was busy, there was a caring little cotton-padded jacket who sweetly said to myself, Dad, I miss you.

Afterwards, Masaki Hoshinomiya drove around for a long time and carefully selected some gifts before returning home.

Rin Hoshinomiya was reading in the living room. When he saw him coming back, he stood up calmly and walked to the door. He took the initiative to take Masaki Hoshinomiya's clothes and hung them aside.

Hoshinomiya Masaki pointed to the gift he bought and said calmly.

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

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

Xing Gong Rin looked at his father calmly and nodded slightly.

"...You can take it apart and see if you like it." Masaki Hoshinomiya held it in for a while and couldn't help but remind him.

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

Although Hoshinomiya Masaki was a little dissatisfied, when his daughter said she liked it, he didn't ask her to open it again. He nodded and walked into the living room, sat down at the table, drank tea, and watched the servant hand it over. newspaper, looking like a cold patriarch.

Seeing this, Xing Gong Rin also sat aside silently, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a smile disappeared fleetingly.

She knew the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department very well and naturally knew that there was no such thing as the Kumamoto Police Department.

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

Dad is really not frank.

Xing Gong Rin thought in his mind, motioned to the maid beside him to pour tea, and then said calmly.

"Dad, you have worked hard today. Drink a glass of water and wait for dinner."

"Yes." Masaki Hoshimiya didn't even look at Rin Hoshimiya, but he picked up the tea cup with his hand consciously, drank it clean, and put the cup back to the teapot.

Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to have said everything.

Hoshinomiya Rin paused, then signaled the maid to pour tea again, and continued calmly.

"Dad, drink more water."

"Ah."

Goo-dong, goo-dong...

While drinking the tea poured by his daughter, Hoshimiya Masaki no longer had the heart to read the newspaper. He was focused on savoring the mellow aroma of the tea, and occasionally glanced at Hoshimiya Rin's cold profile.

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

However, Hoshinomiya Masaki does not feel that Hoshinomiya Rin is indifferent to him.

Once when he was a child, Hoshinomiya Rin had an argument with him over the taste of tea and snacks, and ignored him for the whole day. As a result, when he came back from get off work, there was a box of newly bought tea snacks and poured hot tea on the dining room table. .

Just like today, although Hoshinomiya Rin's attitude towards him was still cold, he occasionally expressed some concern.

Hoshinomiya Masaki sighed silently in his heart again.

Sure enough, my daughter may look cold on the outside, but in her heart she really wants to be her father’s caring little cotton-padded jacket!
Masaki Hoshinomiya happily picked up the tea cup and took another sip of tea, looking forward to Rin Hoshinomiya's performance during today's dinner.

...

At the same time, inside the office in Shinjuku Ward.

An Zeliang was looking at various data in the background of the website. Saikawa Zuoe's explosive video had been sent out, and there were officials behind it to promote it. She immediately became the leader of the Internet Blizzards. "Brother, let's take the big guys and charge again!"

"Our life is so beautiful all because we have brothers who are marching forward to fight against injustice!"

He was furious on the Internet, his words were sharp, and his tricks were so diverse that An Zeliang couldn't help but smile and opened the door of his office.

"Xichuan, go down and buy milk tea and bring it up, one cup for each person!"

"Oh, I got it, boss." Saikawa Zuoe put down his hands that were constantly typing on the keyboard, stood up slowly, and looked at An Zeliang with moist eyes, "Boss, what about the money for the milk tea...?"

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

"Okay boss, I'll go right away!" Nishikawa Zuoe took his wallet and went down, and soon he came up with three large bags of milk tea.

Who could have imagined that Sae Nishikawa, who is a powerful influencer on the Internet, is actually a little girl with a sad face and a soft voice in real life, who will pathetically ask for reimbursement for milk tea.

It’s quite cute that I am a keyboard warrior from China, aggressive in surfing the Internet, and submissive in real life.

Anze Liang was thinking, taking the milk tea and giving instructions to Nishikawa Zuoe.

"You can rest for a while before continuing."

"No, boss, I can still keep typing!" Nishikawa Zuoe liked the feeling of being a keyboard warrior. He didn't have to be responsible, he just had to start typing. After saying that, he returned to his work station with milk tea and continued typing. Picked up the keyboard.

Yasawa didn't pay attention, but asked Hasegawa Reiko to come to the office.

"The clarification video can be sent out before 07:30 in the evening. Remember to push it in the backend of the website. I have also purchased promotions on Twitter and YouTube in advance."

"Boss, they've been scolding each other all day. Did anyone really read the clarification tonight... How about we wait until Monday to post it?" Hasegawa Reiko said the reason, "On Monday, it's time to go to class. People who go to work also go to work, everyone is busy with other things, and these revelations will soon be forgotten."

"No, if they forget, there will be no heat." 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. When something really happens, she can come out and apologize.

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

"If you don't come out to clarify when the popularity is the highest, when you think of the website in the future, you will only think of black traffic, not good traffic." Anzeliang's attitude is very firm, "The black and red path is easy to follow, but the upper limit is too low."

"As for why you can't wait until tomorrow..."

"The exhibition ends tonight. Everyone has been eating melons online all day. Once the news of the end of the exhibition is released, they will definitely pay attention to this matter again. At that time, the flow of clarification will be the largest."

"Well..." Hasegawa Reiko nodded, no longer refuting, half-bent and continued to listen to Anzeliang's instructions.

"Go and sort out the volunteers' clarification videos, the causes and consequences of the quarrel in the group, etc., and upload them one by one in a while."

"Good boss."

"... "

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

Afterwards, An Zeliang opened the navy program he had written before, and then clicked on the Twitter and Douyin backends. After thinking about it, he upgraded the promotion of purchases on Twitter and YouTube to another level.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

At this time, hundreds more private messages appeared in An Zeliang's private messages. When he cleared them out, he suddenly saw a business private message marked in red for cooperation.

The other party’s ID is Meng Mengren, and his homepage is full of photography works. He only has about 10,000+ fans, but he is related to many COSERs. He seems to be a well-known Two-dimensional photographer.

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

"No need." An Zeliang replied politely.

Unexpectedly, Mengmeng was online now and sent a message at the speed of light.

"I know you don't need to. Your website is so cool and your account reviews are like garbage. You won't have the chance to cooperate with me again in the future." A mocking emoticon was attached at the end.

An Zeliang was too lazy to pay attention to such a taunting fool, and casually tapped on the keyboard.

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

"Hahahaha, this guy is still holding on, why don't we talk about it at night."

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

He was the photographer who proposed to cooperate with An Zeliang, a cute person with an online ID, and next to him was Sitting Little Tumeng.

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

"Naoya-kun, this is not good..."

"What's wrong?" Naoya Katagiri put down his phone, hugged the little rabbit with both hands, and moved it up and down restlessly, "He refused to cooperate with you, and he also deliberately concealed the appearance and strength of the amateur COSER, isn't it? To embarrass you?"

"I did this to him to avenge you!"

Naoya Katagiri didn't go to the exhibition, so he only heard about it from other people's mouths. How good-looking and amazing the two amateur cosplayers were, but he didn't believe it. He just thought it was a marketing strategy used by the exhibition.

But Usagi Moe, who had actually met Rin Hoshinomiya and Hoshiko Hayano, paused and said with a complicated expression.

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

With that kind of appearance and that kind of temperament, Xiaotu Meng really felt that they were targeting all the women present. She just had a more arrogant posture when she went there, so she was slapped in the face the hardest.

"Little Usagi, you are so kind!" Naoya Katagiri said earnestly, "This society needs some sharp edges to live better!"

"But..." Xiaotumeng was still a little unhappy, "Let's just talk about it in private. You specifically said those words in the fan group, and took screenshots to let those accounts reveal the news... It's really a bit too much."

"Actually, the author's animation is very good. I really want to cooperate because I really like it. Other fans also..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Naoya Katagiri waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Usagi Moe's words.

"He is not the only one who makes animations. If it is gone, it will be gone. So what will happen?"

Xiaotumeng didn't say anything, but she always had a vague feeling that the two amateur COSERs invited by the author could easily overwhelm the audience... So in the face of this deliberately created public opinion, could the author be serious? No solution?

Seeing her worried expression, Katagiri Naoya helplessly softened his voice and continued to comfort her.

"As you can see, he hasn't even spoken out yet... That's what individual authors are like. They are helpless and can only be beaten when they encounter public opinion. Even if they clarify, they won't get much traffic."

"You think he is very powerful. In fact, he and his fans are ordinary people. They will not be like in the comics, and a big star will descend from the sky to clarify his position."

"Even if he went to the police and exposed so many accounts, the police would not have enough manpower to handle them all."

"Just wait and see. He will definitely be cold after tonight."

Katagiri Naoya is very confident.

"When the time comes, when you talk about cooperating with him, he will just kneel down and be grateful to you!"

(End of this chapter)