All Those Rules About Tokyo's Eerie Incidents Are Real

“Detective Hanyu, I really didn’t kill her. She jumped into the bathtub herself!”

In the interrogation room, the suspect was sobbing hysterically.

Hanyu Shuichi opened the Deception Handbook on the table. A line slowly appeared on its pages:

“This person cannot lie in a place with water, or their lungs will fill with fluid.”

Hanyu Shuichi smiled faintly, poured a glass of warm water, and slid it across the table. “Have a drink and take your time making things up. I’m in no rush.”

The moment he finished speaking, the suspect began vomiting violently, bringing up clumps of mud that reeked of the sea.

After transmigrating to Tokyo, Hanyu Shuichi discovered that this world was seriously ill.

His neighbor, Miss Mihui, peered through the cracks in the wall. Hanako lurked in an abandoned public restroom. Even the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department’s archives were crawling with indescribable tentacles.

Everyone else trembled under the rules. Only Hanyu Shuichi could exploit their loopholes, making murderers and monsters suffer the consequences of their own actions.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m just an ordinary private detective who does the job for a fee.”

He pushed up his glasses, his smile gentle yet devious. In the shadows behind him, certain indescribable entities let out terrified wails.