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He didn't know exactly how many such people there were, but the fact that the Shinjuku Police Station tirelessly distributed leaflets every year reminding people to "lock doors and windows when going out to prevent theft" indicated that there were quite a few of these people.
……
Toshima Ward, Ikebukuro.
Sparrows circled in the air, searching for traces of the red-named tag.
Qingze strolled along the street, his eyes scanning the shops and vending machines along the way, trying to find labels of other colors.
Suddenly, from the perspective of the sparrow to the west, a bright red label caught my eye.
【Goblin】
The man with this label looked to be around thirty years old. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, a neatly pressed black suit, and carried a briefcase. He appeared quite refined.
Judging from the direction he was heading, he was clearly heading to Ikebukuro Station.
Qingze immediately gave instructions to the five sparrows, with the one responsible for surveillance continuing to keep a close eye on the target.
The other four flew back to his side at full speed.
He darted into a quiet, deserted alley, quickly retrieved a beige handbag from his storage space, and opened it.
Four sparrows flew precisely into the bag and quietly curled up inside.
Qingze zipped up his handbag and strode towards the street where his target was located.
As they approached the block where the man was, the last sparrow keeping watch in the sky swooped down silently and nimbly slipped into the slightly open bag.
Qingze disguised himself as an ordinary passerby, blended into the crowd, and followed the man into Ikebukuro Station.
Wherever the man went, he followed, and eventually they boarded a tram together.
The whole process went very smoothly, and no one noticed the "special passenger" in his briefcase.
Japanese train stations typically do not have security checks.
Let alone bringing a few sparrows, even if you were to bring a can of gasoline onto the vehicle, no one would stop you.
From the perspective of private railway companies, it is more economical to post a sign saying "No dangerous goods allowed on board" than to spend a lot of money hiring security personnel.
If someone violates the rules, it's not the company's responsibility; it's just that person's own lack of integrity.
Qingze followed the man through the tram, passing three carriages.
Suddenly, three red tags appeared ahead again.
Shapeshifter
A thought struck him, and his gaze swept over the three women wearing labels.
They all had fairly ordinary looks; the kind of people you wouldn't notice if you threw them into a crowd.
One of them was petite and dressed somewhat plainly. She was carrying a large bag that seemed disproportionate to her size, and she huddled timidly in the corner, as if she were afraid of something.
But Qingze knew very well that anyone who could bear the red name tag was definitely not a good person.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he already had a guess in his mind.
If the other party is indeed the kind of person who uses a vulnerable appearance to commit fraud, as he suspects, then he needs to change his strategy and acquire the power of the [Goblin] tag in another way.
As he pondered, he quietly pushed his way forward.
……
Yuta Yamashita has an enviable high-paying job and a refined and polite appearance. In the eyes of his parents and relatives, he is a true "successful person".
But only he knows the immense pressure he bears beneath that glamorous exterior.
To release this overwhelming pressure, he developed a bad habit.
On crowded trams, he would select suitable female targets and molest them.
Watching the other person silently endure their fear without daring to speak up, he feels a twisted pleasure, as if the boss's scolding and the colleagues' ostracism are washed away in that moment.
Today, he began his "hunt" as usual.
His gaze swept across the carriage, eventually settling on the woman who looked the most vulnerable.
Girls who have just arrived in Tokyo from the countryside and are unfamiliar with the place usually dare not resist.
He quietly squeezed through, relying on his experience, and under the cover of the crowd, prepared to extend that filthy hand.
He pretended to look elsewhere, but actually used his peripheral vision to observe the target's reaction.
Just as his hand was about to touch the target, the woman who had been timid and hesitant suddenly leaned back and stepped forward to meet him.
At the same time, a crisp "click" sounded from the camera shutter.
Yuta Yamashita felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His hands and feet turned ice cold, and he froze on the spot, his mind going completely blank.
Beside him, a woman with dyed red hair held up her phone, a smug smile playing on her lips, and whispered, "Uncle, you looked like you were doing something really awful just now?"
Her voice was soft, yet it struck Yamashita Yuta's heart like a heavy hammer.
Finished!
If this matter is exposed, his job, social status, and the praise from his relatives will all be affected...
Everything will vanish.
The red-haired woman's voice was light and cheerful as she continued, "You're dressed quite well. How about this, for just 200,000 yen, I'll pretend this never happened."
Upon hearing that the other party only wanted money, Yamashita Yuta's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
He immediately realized that the other person had moved closer to him before he even touched them.
This is clearly a case of a "pervert on a train making false accusations"!
No, strictly speaking, I did have ulterior motives, so I can't be considered completely innocent.
He immediately decided to spend money to avoid further trouble.
However, before he could even reply, a loud voice suddenly rang out beside him: "Hey! You bastard, I saw everything."
"A grown man doing such a filthy thing on a tram!"
As he spoke, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Yuta Yamashita turned his head in alarm and saw a young face filled with "passion".
It was Qingze.
Chapter 54 Refined in an instant!
Where did this hothead come from?!
Nishimura Kei cursed inwardly, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.
As a member of a professional false accusation gang, she has always upheld "excellent" professional ethics.
It's 200,000, and it's 200,000, no questions asked...
However, she glanced at Yuta Yamashita beside her and found that the middle-aged man in a suit and tie had turned ashen-faced.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips trembled, as if he might faint at any moment.
Inside the carriage, the surrounding passengers consciously left a small area empty. The gazes, whether disdainful, inquisitive, or disgusted, were like invisible blades, piercing through the fragile self-esteem in Yamashita Yuta's heart.
He felt like a piece of garbage exposed to the sun, emitting a foul stench.
No, don't look at me like that!
He screamed wildly in his heart, wishing he could evaporate from this world on the spot.
Sensing his near-collapse, Nishimura immediately changed his tune, saying, "Give me 600,000 yen now, and we'll pretend this never happened and resolve it peacefully."
These words were like a lifeline, making Yamashita Yuta's heart, which had almost stopped beating, start beating again. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you!"
Although his income was not low, the cost of living in Tokyo was high, and his expenses were also large.
Suddenly having to take out 600,000 yen would definitely be a huge sum of money that would make his heart ache.
But he was willing to do anything to end this nightmare.
A pang of annoyance swept through Nishimura Kei. Judging from his posture, it seemed he would have agreed to ask for 800,000 yen.
But the words had already been spoken, and to change her mind now would be a bit embarrassing, even for her.
She turned to Qingze beside her and said in a relatively polite tone, "Sir, we have reached a settlement."
Qingze said with a serious expression, "This kind of social scum should be reported to the police and arrested so that he can receive the punishment he deserves. Settling privately will only encourage him to commit crimes again!"
"What does this have to do with you?!"
Nishimura Kei retorted without hesitation, "She's my cousin, this is our family matter!"
As if he had found a foothold, Yamashita Yuta quickly shook off Aozawa's hand and said urgently, "That's right, the matter has been resolved, please don't say anything more!"
"Huh, you're lucky this time."
Aozawa stared at Yamashita Yuta, "Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Disgrace and ruin are the inevitable fates you'll face sooner or later!
These words deeply stung Yuta Yamashita.
He committed the crime not because he had any firm resolve, but simply because he had a sense of luck, believing that he was special and would not get into trouble.
Once something goes wrong, you'll regret it terribly.
If he hadn't encountered a money-grubbing scammer today, his life would have been over.
Thinking about this, a wave of fear washed over me.
He suddenly realized that he shouldn't be releasing his stress in such a perverse way anymore...
Perhaps we could try something different, like secretly crushing instant noodles or potato chips in the supermarket?
Just as his thoughts were wavering, the bright red [Goblin] tag above his head wriggled, quickly merged, and turned into a red light that suddenly disappeared into Qingze's brow.
A familiar warmth spread from top to bottom, and a joyful smile involuntarily appeared on Qingze's face.
However, to the still-shaken Yuta Yamashita, this radiant smile was like the savage grin of a demon after a feast, carrying an ominous curse.
He dared not look any longer, hurriedly lowered his head, and tried to escape by pushing through the crowd.