Tokyo: This narration is wrong!

Tokyo: This narration is wrong!

Author: Shuiqun Tentacle Monster

Synopsis:

Traveling through Tokyo, a 30-year-old soul in an 18-year-old body, I thought I had made a profit until I got the diary of the original body and heard the wrong narration in my ears...

[Tsk tsk, the kind-hearted wife, the cold queen, the lonely top student, the intellectual big sister, the melancholy female writer, who will become the target of the diary owner? Or the hunter hiding in the dark waiting for the lost lamb to fall into the net? ]

This book is also known as "Me and My Neighbors"

[Tokyo] + [Love] + [Suspense] + [Narration] + [Reversal]』

Chapter 1 01·This narration is wrong!

[You woke up,

In a completely unfamiliar environment,

Although you feel very uncomfortable,

But the fact is that you made a fortune,

A 30-year-old soul traveled to an 18-year-old boy, what else can you not be satisfied with?

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

Baichuan was lying on the bed, and there was an unreal narration 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 mottled sunlight outside the window sprinkled in, which was slightly dazzling.

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

She lay quietly, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. Although she looked like she was almost thirty, the years had added charm and style to her, like a glass of mellow red wine.

However, before Baichuan could appreciate her beauty carefully, he noticed the dagger stuck in front of her.

A blood flower like a red rose had already solidified, freezing the whole picture at her most beautiful moment.

There was not even a trace of pain left on her face.

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

You will be hunted by the Yakuza and become a rotting corpse in the sewer.

Or spend the rest of your life in prison. At least, in addition to the risk of chrysanthemum damage, you can still live for another 20 years. ]

The bad narration sounded again, and Baichuan subconsciously stepped back. He knocked on his heavy head. There was still a lot of alcohol in this body, which was why he felt dizzy when he woke up.

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

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

He traveled through time and space, and traveled through time and space to a handsome island boy.

The boy looks like Takeshi Kaneshiro when he was young, but he looks more melancholy than Takeshi Kaneshiro, with an unhealthy white skin and a thin body.

No wonder he was favored by a wife with a yakuza background. He looks like a young lady killer.

[Do you think it's a pity not to work in public relations with your appearance?

You can use this opportunity to get close to a rich woman and save 30 years of hard work.

Mrs. Rumiko, the widow of the Metropolitan Police Department's superintendent, is a good choice. She may be able to help you solve the current crisis if you don't mind that she is already 50 years old. ]

Damn! This narration is poisonous!

Shirakawa no longer pays attention to the narration's temptation. He touched the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

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

The floor-to-ceiling wardrobe in the bedroom was half open, with a few skirts hanging inside. It can be seen that the woman should not live here often, otherwise there would not be so few clothes to change.

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

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

But the time now was not enough to support him to investigate and reason out the truth of the case, because he was a criminal policeman in his previous life. Although he went into business in the middle of his career, his basic professional qualities were still there.

Then, he quickly checked the woman's body. The knife wound on her chest was a fatal wound, but she should have been in a coma before being stabbed by the dagger, because she had no signs of struggling at all, and her expression was too peaceful, like a patient on the operating table with anesthesia.

In addition, there were no other wounds on her body, and it was very clean. Obviously, the original body and the woman had no relationship last night, but simply lay together.

Shirakawa found her driver's license in the woman's bag.

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

Shirakawa touched a lipstick, took it out, applied it on the woman's hand, found a roll of tape in the toilet, and pasted her fingerprints on the tape.

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

The whole process took no more than 10 minutes.

Finally, he had to clean up all traces of his presence at the scene.

Since he was not sure what the original body had touched, he decided to clean the room.

He took out the cleaning tools from the toilet 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, hair or dandruff.

Then he turned on the flashlight on his phone and shone it at the vents, radiators, and TV. He was relieved after checking that there were no cameras installed in the room.

[The scene was cleaned so cleanly that I have to admit that you have a talent for crime. Even if the police later find out that you spent a night with her, there will be no evidence.

However, the Yakuza people are not like the police who only care about evidence. As long as they suspect you, you are dead.

Now, you'd better leave here as soon as possible to avoid being seen in 5 minutes.

The window sill is a good choice. Anyway, you live next door. 】

Baichuan frowned, and finally followed the narrator's instructions, climbed over the window sill, and returned to the next room.

He suddenly wanted to smoke, but found that the boy's house had no such thing.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he went into the bathroom and took a shower.

Although there is a bathtub, now is not the time to enjoy it.

Next to him, there is a dead Suzume Nako lying.

After 5 minutes, someone knocked on the door of the next room.

Baichuan looked through the cat's eye and saw several men in black suits knocking on the door.

This outfit is either a security guard or a gang member.

But the door next door has not been opened. Several men in suits discussed for a few words and did not force their way in. They stood respectfully at the door, like dedicated bodyguards.

"Fortunately, they left quickly." Baichuan couldn't help but sigh.

But he lived next door, and Suzume Nako was dead. It was hard to say whether they would suspect him.

Baichuan saw the high school uniform in the room, which was very similar to the Zhongshan suit, with a stand-up collar, a single-breasted golden button, and a loose style.

[You noticed the school uniform of Muhe High School. You should not behave so abnormally. Going to school is a normal operation. As if nothing happened last night. ]

The narration sounded again and gave reasonable suggestions.

But this suddenly reminded Baichuan of the fear of being dominated by the third year of high school.

But he had no choice. The more normal he behaved at this time, the less likely he would be suspected by others.

The strange thing is that he has no memory of his original body. Even if he saw the photos, clothes and figurines in the house, he couldn't remember anything.

In order to prevent being suspected when going to school, he decided to do his homework first.

For example, look through the mobile phone album, text messages, social software chat records, and look for the original body's diary, yearbook, exercise book, express delivery slip, etc.

There are very few contacts in the mobile phone, only two people, namely the original body's mother and the female landlord.

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

This house is also rented.

Most of the text messages are various advertising and payment reminders, and there are also messages sent by the class teacher.

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

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

There are a few blank express delivery slips, maybe he is preparing to send something to someone.

There is no yearbook in the room, but fortunately a diary was found.

Through the diary, Shirakawa found the boy's name, his name is Kuraki Shirakawa, and I don't know if it is a coincidence that his name is also Shirakawa.

Although he does not have the 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 school uniform, used his mobile phone to navigate to the address of Muhe High School, planned the route in his mind, and walked out of the room.

A row of men in suits stared at him coldly. He just lowered his head, showing the characteristics of a withdrawn personality, bypassed them, and came to the stairwell. The men in suits watched him leave.

[You succeeded in making them think that you are just a harmless high school student. You think Oscar owes you a little golden man.

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

Oh, poor scarred man, maybe he should be reminded by friendship to do a paternity test with his dear daughter. 】

Damn!

Baichuan couldn't help but burst out a Chinese quintessence in his heart. He glanced at him with the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the man in suit with scars on his face was still staring at him intently, his eyes full of disgust, and even a hint of murderous intent.

He immediately retracted his gaze and touched his backpack.

A dagger was quietly lying in the backpack.

This made Baichuan realize that the original body might not be such a simple high school student.

Otherwise, what about this dagger?

Wait, it can't be the same dagger as the one inserted into the woman's body?

Baichuan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, 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 the original body.

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

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Chapter 2 02 · Sudden confession

"——For someone like me who can kill without changing his expression, is the structure of the brain different from that of ordinary people?"

On the first page of the diary, there is such a sentence.

Sitting on the tram, Baichuan's hands trembled slightly, and he immediately closed the diary.

Next to him sat a plump woman, who was secretly glancing at him from time to time.

Such a diary, he can't let others see.

Finally, I got off the bus. It was still a 10-minute walk to the school.

This section of the road was lined with cherry blossoms.

The breeze blew, and the petals fell in a riot of colour.

The pink cherry blossoms, like elves flying in the air, with their unique fragrance and lightness, fell on Shirakawa's shoulders.

Shirakawa took a deep breath of fresh air and opened the diary left by the original body again.

The diary tells that Kuraki has suffered from autism since childhood, so his mother took him to see a psychologist. The psychologist said that he lacked emotional support and suggested that his mother give him a pet.

So his mother bought him a Shiba Inu... Later, his condition did improve, but the price was that the Shiba Inu accidentally drowned in the toilet.

When he was digging the soil to bury the Shiba Inu's body, the little girl Yingzi from the neighbor's house also came to help.

He looked at the cute Yingzi and suddenly asked, "Will you be my Shiba Inu? It's my best friend."...

Yingzi agreed to him and later drowned in the river.