The Public Security Bureau in the island nation is quite different from law-abiding Police Detectives.
Public Security officers often operate on the fringes of the law; picking locks is a regular occurrence, as they are not bound by as many constraints.
In other words, Jiang Xia thought, if Amuro Tooru really wanted to investigate, it would be impossible for him to find no leads in an ordinary murder case.
...
Although Amuro Tooru's true identity is that of a Public Security officer, on the surface, he is a ruthless Black Organization executive who doesn't typically handle ordinary murder cases.
But at the same time, he also holds the title of "Detective."
And Jiang Xia felt that in this world, anyone with a bit of a Detective buff, as long as they are slightly nudged towards the edge of a case...
They will get involved themselves, diligently investigate the case, and find the truth... which is quite convenient.
...
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia leaned closer to the photos and meticulously explained the case to Amuro Tooru.
Then he began to hint, "If you know someone committed a murder, and even have a rough idea of how they did it, but there's no physical evidence, what should be done?"
Amuro Tooru casually picked up a photo and examined it. "It's hard for traces of real events to be completely erased. Since the method of the crime can be deduced, then follow the suspect's movements at the time, ponder his thoughts, simulate his actions, review his movements... and from that, find the traces of the event's existence."
Jiang Xia: "..." It seemed Amuro Tooru had no intention of getting involved.
Jiang Xia patiently continued to hint, "What if they still can't find anything?"
"Then don't look for it," Amuro Tooru tossed the photo onto the table, saying indifferently, "Not all cases can be solved anyway."
He, Rei Furuya, is a professional undercover agent.
Each identity has a corresponding personality.
— Rei Furuya is Rei Furuya, Amuro Tooru is Amuro Tooru, and Bourbon is Bourbon.
They are different.
Facing Jiang Xia, a Black Organization member, Amuro Tooru took a fraction of a second to choose his persona. Then he felt that the "Bourbon" identity was the most suitable.
However, after speaking, Amuro Tooru glanced at Jiang Xia with slight surprise.
He hadn't expected Jiang Xia to be so persistent about solving cases.
...
Previously, after agreeing to Jiang Xia's part-time work, Amuro Tooru had gathered information about Jiang Xia from various red and black channels.
Then he discovered that Jiang Xia's experiences were indeed not much different from what he had described.
His psychological issues also truly existed, with medical records, so Sherry wasn't making a fuss over nothing.
Another surprising point was that a year ago, after being discharged from the hospital and returning to school, Jiang Xia's grades began to steadily improve.
Eventually, they reached the top and stayed there. Whether it was quizzes, midterms, or finals, every single subject received a perfect score.
Amuro Tooru fell silent, staring at that stack of bug-like report cards.
It was then that he suddenly realized he seemed to have picked up a talent.
...
Although still slightly inferior to geniuses who earned their doctorates in their teens, like Sherry, for example.
But at this rate, it was only natural for Jiang Xia to attend a top university and contribute to society.
And talents should belong to the country.
What's the meaning of him shining and contributing within the Black Organization?
Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru fell into a brief contemplation:
Sherry was surrounded by too many defensive forces, making her difficult to abduct.
But Jiang Xia's parents were both deceased, and he was completely unsupervised.
Moreover, it currently seemed that Jiang Xia didn't have much sense of belonging to the Black Organization; he only remained there as an emotionless task machine because he temporarily had nowhere else to go.
Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru tapped his fingertip on a photo, saying disdainfully, "Why think so much? Anyway, there's no commission fee, so why not just throw the clues we already have to the Police and let them find the evidence themselves—those tax thieves have taken so much money from taxpayers, it's about time they did some work."
He subtly conveyed a theme—when in trouble, find the Police.
Amuro Tooru felt that at Jiang Xia's age, his views were quite easily influenced.
As long as this report to the Police was successful and Jiang Xia got a taste of the benefits, he would remember "call the Police when something happens" in the future. Then, after similar incidents repeat multiple times, wouldn't he naturally grow closer to the Police?
Jiang Xia looked at Amuro Tooru in surprise, mentally noting: Daily self-scolding 1/1.
At the same time, from an omniscient perspective, he pondered Amuro Tooru's intentions, and suddenly a light bulb went off, vaguely understanding Amuro Tooru's goal.
Thinking of this.
Jiang Xia's tone shifted, and he put on the same disdainful expression as Amuro Tooru:
"You're right. Although the Police definitely won't find any results, at least it can annoy them and let them experience the feeling of a bad guy being right in front of them, yet being unable to catch him."
Amuro Tooru's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
...He actually dared to look down on the Police.
However, it couldn't be entirely Jiang Xia's fault.
These ideas must have been instilled by the Black Organization.
The nefarious Black Organization, always doing bad deeds, poisoning the next generation.
Sooner or later, this group of scourges endangering the nation's future must be eradicated root and branch...
However, no matter what Amuro Tooru thought inwardly, on the surface, when others cursed the Police, he could only maintain a smile.
Under his forced smile, Jiang Xia walked to the table, gathered the photos, put them away, and left. He planned to adopt Amuro Tooru's suggestion—to report to the Police.
...
After confirming Jiang Xia had left, Amuro Tooru walked to the door and clicked the lock.
Then he took out his phone and sent the case details Jiang Xia had mentioned to his subordinates, instructing them to coordinate with the Police in Gunma Prefecture—where the body was found—to investigate the case after receiving the clues submitted by Jiang Xia, without exposing themselves.
...It was time to boost the Police's credibility in front of the Black Organization's next generation, and lead the young people from darkness to light.
...
The email was sent successfully very quickly.
His subordinate also quickly replied "Received."
Amuro Tooru put away his phone with satisfaction.
However, very quickly, the disdain in Jiang Xia's voice when he mentioned the Police flashed through his mind, and his steps towards home paused slightly.
In reality, although he didn't like others badmouthing the Police, Amuro Tooru knew in his heart that some of his colleagues were indeed quite unreliable at times...
After a moment of internal struggle, Amuro Tooru decided to go himself; after all, Gunma Prefecture wasn't far.
The first time was very important.
Judging from Jiang Xia's attitude just now, he didn't trust the Police's ability at all.
If this report didn't succeed, Jiang Xia would definitely not try a second time in the future.
Anyway, he didn't have any other urgent matters these few days, so he might as well treat it as a pastime...
Thinking this, Amuro Tooru locked the office door and headed straight for the parking lot.
...
As soon as Jiang Xia exited the street, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was right across.
After submitting the relevant materials, Jiang Xia did not immediately return to the office.
He was afraid of disturbing Amuro Tooru as he mobilized his tools.
So Jiang Xia took a stroll nearby, planning to leave enough time for Amuro Tooru to make several phone calls.
...
While passing a certain spot, the Ghost Infant, who had been lie on his shoulder, suddenly sat up straight and excitedly poked him repeatedly.
Jiang Xia was startled and followed the Ghost Infant's pointing, seeing an old, somewhat dilapidated building.
Upon closer inspection, the paint-chipped sign at the entrance read — Medieval Art Exhibit Hall.
...Exhibit Hall?
Jiang Xia: "..." Such places were indeed high-incident areas for cases.
Moreover, judging by the Ghost Infant's reaction, the case in this Exhibit Hall was probably ongoing. There must be murderous intent or a ghost inside; it wouldn't be a wasted trip.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia stroked the Ghost Infant who had delivered the message twice, feeling a little touched.
After equipping the Detective buff, life indeed became much easier.
It was worth all his hard work and running around for so long.
Soon, Jiang Xia changed direction and casually walked towards the art museum, like an ordinary tourist who had a sudden whim to enhance his literary cultivation.
...
The Exhibit Hall was on the verge of bankruptcy, and there were very few visitors.
Jiang Xia knocked on the ticket booth window, startling the ticket seller who was secretly looking in a mirror, bought a ticket, and entered.
He stopped in the ground floor lobby and looked at the Exhibit Hall's layout map.
Then, following the Ghost Infant's direction, he walked towards the target location.
...
The first floor of the Exhibit Hall was divided into several large areas—the Sky Exhibit Hall, the Ocean Exhibit Hall, the Land Exhibit Hall...
And there was also a "Hell Exhibit Hall."
Jiang Xia recalled the layout map, walked through the empty, deserted corridor, and arrived at the Daimon of the "Hell Exhibit Hall."
...
Unlike the other Exhibit Halls, the Hell Exhibit Hall was not lit.
The area near the entrance could barely be seen by the light from the corridor. Further inside, it became pitch black.
Jiang Xia: "..." No matter how much it's themed after "Hell," it shouldn't be so dark that the lights aren't even on—suspicious, very suspicious.
...Which means there's indeed a ghost to be found here, right?
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia's eyes brightened almost imperceptibly, and he walked into the Exhibit Hall with anticipation.
...
The Hell Exhibit Hall was very dark, and Jiang Xia didn't bring a flashlight. But there was no need for one.
— He had the Ghost Infant float in front of his eyes, and the two, one person and one ghost, gently touched eyes.
The next second, in Jiang Xia's eyes, the dark Exhibit Hall suddenly became clear.
— He had borrowed the Ghost Fetus's night vision ability.
...
In the Spiritual Medium world, Ghost Fetuses are considered treasures. After forming a contract, they can interact with the Spiritual Medium in many ways.
Like borrowing vision just now.
Furthermore, in addition to transferring the Ghost Fetus's night vision ability to himself,
Jiang Xia could actually do the opposite—transfer his own vision to the Ghost Fetus.
Then he could send a ghost, skilled in stealth, floating into various dangerous places to spy on information.
Similarly, hearing, smell, taste, strength... all could be transferred.
However, the latter required careful use.
Because in the early stages, these types of skills had a relatively obvious drawback.
— After transferring the Spiritual Medium's vision and hearing, etc., to the ghost, the main body would lose the corresponding abilities.
It was only in the later stages, when the possessed ghosts gradually leveled up, that it became possible to strengthen the ghosts and puppets without transferring one's own abilities.
...
For Jiang Xia currently, the most crucial thing was to solve the problem of sustenance for both humans and ghosts.
There was still a long way to go before upgrading the Ghost Fetus.
But fortunately, as a Spiritual Medium who hadn't encountered a ghost for over a year, Jiang Xia was very calm at this moment.
— He already had a ghost.
So, would upgrading the ghost be far off?
Moreover, this world was relatively peaceful, so even the most basic ghosts were barely enough.
The situation was already much better than when he first arrived here a year ago.
A qualified Spiritual Medium must learn to be content. Then, quietly grow and collect all the ghosts...
