Half an hour later, Lin Wan received a WeChat call from Matsuno Yoko. By then, they had changed back into their own clothes and were near the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
After hanging up, Lin Wan and Lu Zheng met the police officers who came to pick them up at the station’s entrance.
In fact, when the Japanese police heard Lin Wan’s name from Matsuno Yoko and others and reviewed the cameraman’s footage, everything became clear.
After all, just the previous day, Lin Wan had taken down ten combat-trained officers at the station. The news and footage of that incident had already spread throughout the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, so even officers not involved in the Haneda Masahiro case knew her name and face.
So…
“Officer Lin, hello! Thank you for your swift action today, preventing a vicious murder and subduing the criminal!”
“Sorry for the inconvenience of asking you to come back and make a statement with this gentleman. We truly apologise!”
“Officer Lin! Can I have your autograph?”
The section chief glared at the tactless officer, then turned to Lin Wan with a beaming smile, “Could I get one too?”
Lin Wan, “…”
The rest was straightforward: they recorded a statement, answered a few questions about the incident, received some praise for Lin Wan, and that was it.
By just past four in the afternoon, Lu Zheng, Lin Wan, and Matsuno Yoko’s group were escorted out of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
“Lin-chan! Lu-san!”
Matsuno Yoko jogged up to them, “Thank you, Lin-chan, for saving my life!”
“No problem, just a small effort,” Lin Wan said calmly. She had only acted to prevent Matsuno Yoko’s death in front of her, not because she had forgiven her for flirting with Lu Zheng.
“I’ve booked dinner at Kobayashi Restaurant. Please, Lin-chan and Lu-san, join us,” Matsuno Yoko said, her eyes fixed warmly on Lin Wan.
Lin Wan finally sensed something off. Previously, Matsuno Yoko had addressed them as “Lu-san and Miss Lin,” but now it was “Lin-chan and Lu-san.”
Lin Wan blinked, feeling that Matsuno Yoko’s gaze towards her was odd, and she seemed more enthusiastic about her than Lu Zheng.
Shaking her head, she dismissed the suspicion.
“Then we won’t stand on ceremony,” Lin Wan nodded.
…
A typical Japanese dinner followed, with the Tokyo TV host and cameraman joining in, showering Lin Wan with praise and trying to invite her onto a variety show.
Then Lin Wan revealed her Interpol identity, instantly quashing their hopes, leaving them too intimidated to speak further.
“Lin-chan is an Interpol officer!” Matsuno Yoko said, surprised.
Yamada Hikoichi added, “The police held a press conference and announced Miss Lin’s Interpol status.”
“Huh?” Matsuno Yoko turned, “How did I miss that?”
Yamada Hikoichi showed his phone, “It just came out.”
“What does it say?” Lu Zheng asked curiously.
“This afternoon, a vicious assault occurred in Akihabara. The suspect struck and ran over five people with a vehicle, then exited with machetes, intending to continue the attack. Fortunately, an Interpol officer present acted swiftly, stopping the suspect’s criminal actions,” Yamada Hikoichi read.
“The news came out pretty fast,” Matsuno Yoko remarked.
“It’s a big deal, after all,” Yamada Hikoichi nodded, glancing at the cameraman, “Tokyo TV already aired the noon footage, and it’s been shared by netizens on YouTube and TikTok.”
“What?”
Knowing Lin Wan didn’t use those platforms, Matsuno Yoko pulled out her phone to show them.
When Lin Wan saw herself from a third-person perspective, appearing like a divine warrior and kicking the attacker away, even she felt a sense of awe.
The comments below were overwhelmingly positive, with the occasional sceptic swiftly silenced by netizens citing the police press conference.
Real event! Officially verified! How can you doubt it?
Still, some refused to believe the official explanation!
[Tifa! My Tifa!]
[An Interpol officer kicking someone eight metres? No way, that’s fake. It must be Tifa crossing into reality!]
[Is she being detained by the Tokyo police?]
[We demand answers from the Tokyo police and Interpol!]
[So beautiful! So strong! She’s definitely not from the real world!]
[Truth! We want the truth!]
There were also posts explaining the physics of kicking someone eight metres with such force.
The comment section was a chaotic mix, reflecting the true nature of the internet.
Additionally, videos taken by bystanders circulated online. Though blurry, they were clear enough to show this Tifa was a stunning beauty.
[Debut! Debut!]
[The lead for *Final Fantasy 7* is set!]
[I want to see her in person! Why hasn’t Tokyo TV interviewed her yet?]
“Nice!” Lu Zheng gave Lin Wan a thumbs-up, “You were famous on Chinese videos before, now you’re going global!”
Lin Wan shot him an exasperated look, “I’m a police officer. Is being on videos all the time a good thing?”
Lu Zheng nodded matter-of-factly, “At least you can say goodbye to undercover work. Isn’t that great?”
Lin Wan paused, then smiled softly, hooking her arm through his, “Alright, that’s pretty good!”
…
They declined Matsuno Yoko’s offer to escort them back to the hotel. Leaving the restaurant, the two strolled hand in hand through Tokyo’s streets.
“Didn’t expect a shopping trip to turn into this,” Lu Zheng laughed.
Lin Wan nodded, then said hesitantly, “Why do I feel Matsuno Yoko’s gaze towards me is a bit off?”
“Seems like it,” Lu Zheng agreed, “Maybe because you saved her.”
“Is that it?” Lin Wan blinked, still feeling something was amiss.
“She didn’t fall for you after you saved her, wanting to repay you with her heart, did she?” Lu Zheng teased.
Lin Wan fell silent.
Lu Zheng chuckled twice, then recalled Matsuno Yoko’s behaviour and went quiet too.
“Hiss—”
Lu Zheng sucked in a breath.
“What are you thinking!”
Lin Wan shuddered, glaring at him.
“Nothing, I didn’t think anything,” Lu Zheng quickly shook his head.
“You did!”
“I didn’t!”
“Let’s go back to China!”
“We’ve got three days left!”
“Then go somewhere else, don’t stay in Tokyo!” Lin Wan said immediately.
“Alright, alright!” Lu Zheng nodded repeatedly, then couldn’t resist probing, “You’re not considering it?”
“Are you trying to die?”
“Okay, okay! Back to the hotel!”
…
Back at the hotel.
At Lu Zheng’s insistent request, Lin Wan put on the Tifa outfit again…
