In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 398 How could a bad person have the word "bad" written on his face?
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

Just as he walked out of the hospital, Aoyama Hidenobu's phone rang. He walked to the side and answered it, "Go ahead."

"Superintendent Masaru, the identity of the worker has been confirmed. However, when our people arrived at his home, they found a funeral was being held. Only then did we learn that he had committed suicide by jumping off the building two days ago." Shinichi Nakamura reported in a low voice. Since the worker who hid the human head was dead, the most crucial clue found so far was also lost.

"Baka!" Aoyama Hidenobu couldn't help but curse. He glanced at the visiting group that was getting farther and farther away, and didn't have time to say anything more. "Search the workers' homes in detail and report anything you find to me. That's it."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and followed.

"What's the matter?" Noticing that he looked unhappy, Takaei Fujimoto deliberately waited for him and asked.

Aoyama Hidenobu explained it to him in a low voice.

Fujimoto Takaei felt a little regretful after hearing this, but he still comforted her, "At least before you came, the case had not made such a significant progress. I believe you will definitely catch the murderer. There is no need to rush."

Aoyama Hidenobu bowed slightly and said nothing more.

After leaving the hospital, the visiting group went directly to a private club for dinner. From the moment they entered the door, they were surrounded by graceful and beautiful waitresses, and there were no other guests except them.

The club manager personally received the group and led them into a large private room with elegant decoration. It was warm inside like spring. A circle of waiters in kimonos stood against the wall, serving them one-on-one. After everyone was seated, they brought hot towels for them to wipe their faces and hands.

"You all have worked hard today. I'll pay for this meal. Please don't be polite." Miyashita Guangke said, and after wiping his face, he handed the towel back to the waiter and ordered, "Serve the food."

"Hi! I'll go notify the kitchen now!" The still charming female manager quickly turned around to make arrangements.

While waiting for the food to be served, it certainly couldn't be boring. The camphor doors at both ends of the private room were slowly opened, revealing two groups of dancers dressed in the same way, twisting their bodies to the music and dancing to liven up the atmosphere.

They were wearing thin kimonos, wrapping their bodies tightly. Occasionally, when they tiptoed, a section of their white calves could be seen, but no other parts of their bodies could be seen.

But they have great figures, and even the kimono can't hide their seductive curves. The more they are wrapped up and the less exposed they are, the more people want to find out more.

However, all those present were respectable people. Even though they were so anxious that they wanted to pounce on the dancers and pin them to the ground and beat them up, they just had a faint smile on their faces as if they were simply appreciating the dance.

"Officer Aoyama, this is a welcoming dance that is unique to our Hokkaido style. It is used to welcome distinguished guests from afar. Welcome to the Hokkaido Police Headquarters." Miyashita Hirokatsu said in a kind manner.

Some people present did not know Aoyama Hidenobu's background and thought that the mayor only treated him differently because of his fame, and they could not help feeling jealous.

Reality is sometimes so ridiculous. If a person is valued for his ability, it will not convince others. On the contrary, if he is valued for his background, others will take it for granted.

Aoyama Hidenobu stood up with great trepidation and bowed to Miyashita Hirokazu, "Thank you, Mayor."

"After all, you are the famous No. 1 detective in the Heisei era, and you deserve such treatment." Miyashita Hirokazu laughed, implying that I don't treat you like this just because you are my grandfather, but I value you because of your own abilities. He knows that young people fall for this and like recognition from others.

Aoyama Hidenobu also knew this, so he acted excited as he wished, "It's just a false reputation given by others, but since the mayor recognizes Hidenobu, I will definitely do something great and will never let you down."

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait and see."

Soon, exquisite dishes made with precious ingredients were served, as well as good wine and tea.

"Gentlemen, please enjoy the wine and food, please."

"Mayor, please go first."

Everybody was toasting each other, chatting and laughing, talking only about love and romance, not business, and the atmosphere was joyful. When the wine was drunk, some people stood up regardless of their status and joined the dancers in dancing, which made everyone laugh.

As for the injured in the hospital and the dead in the morgue, they had long been forgotten.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Aoyama Hidenobu returned home drunk. The person who sent him back was Miyashita Hirokatsu's driver. With such treatment, after tonight, even if you don't know who Aoyama Hidenobu's grandfather is, you will have to suspect whether he and Miyashita Hirokatsu are related.

"Sorry to bother you, but please be sure to thank the mayor for me." Aoyama Hidenobu said to the driver.

"Hey! This is what I should do." The driver bowed and said, "I'll take my leave now."

Aoyama Hidenobu nodded, then yawned and walked towards his home. The bodyguard on duty came forward to take his briefcase and pressed the doorbell for him in advance.

"Sir, we have guests coming tonight and are waiting for you inside. There are two of them, a man and a woman."

Aoyama Hidenobu raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

At this moment, the door opened. Smelling the alcohol smell coming towards her, Aoyama Haruko looked worried and quickly reached out to support Aoyama Hidenobu. "Did you drink a lot tonight?"

"I'm fine. Do you have guests coming?" Aoyama Hidenobu shook his head to indicate that he didn't need help, and asked her.

Aoyama Haruko took the briefcase from the bodyguard and nodded, "Yes, two reporters are visiting."

Aoyama Hidenobu walked into the living room with curiosity.

"Officer Aoyama!" Ryosuke and Chiyo, who had already stood up and waited, bowed in unison.

Because the room was very warm, it was a bit hot to still wear coats, so both of them took them off. Chiyo Hashimoto, who was only wearing a turtleneck sweater, looked quite sexy.

The sky blue jeans fit tightly against the perky buttocks and plump thighs, outlining the seductive lines of the beautiful legs. They are plump but not greasy, which makes people particularly appetizing.

"No need to be so polite." Aoyama Hidenobu waved his hand and walked over to sit down. "What do you want from me?"

"Police Officer, we are here to report to you that the officials from the city hall colluded with the police to falsely report the number of deaths in last night's stampede and even threatened the families of the victims." Ryosuke said with indignation.

Chiyo Hashimoto added with a stern face: "In order to prevent the news from leaking out, they cruelly refused to allow the victims' families to take the bodies away, and secretly burned the bodies. They also forced the victims' families to hold funerals only one month later under other pretexts."

"Ah!" Aoyama Haruko exclaimed, and said indignantly: "How can they be so bad!" "Is there such a thing?" Aoyama Hidenobu's face suddenly changed, and he sat up straight, looked at the two people solemnly and asked: "This matter is very serious. Are you willing to take responsibility for what you said? Do you have any evidence?"

Damn, these idiots in the police headquarters can’t even do such a small thing. Fortunately, I have a good reputation, so these two naive idiots found me.

Otherwise, there might be more complications.

"We are willing to! We guarantee that every word we say is true!" The two answered in unison without hesitation, and then Hashimoto Chiyo said: "We have contacted a victim's family member who is not afraid of power and is willing to come forward to expose the facts. He also has 20 US dollars given by the police as evidence."

"What's his name?" asked Aoyama Hidenobu.

Ryosuke answered, "It was Mr. Muranishi. I don't know his name, but his son who died in the stampede last night was named Muranishi Toru, and he was my colleague."

"Okay, I understand." Aoyama Hidenobu nodded seriously and said to the two, "You've found the right person, but this matter is extraordinary. I have to investigate first. Leave me a business card and I'll contact you when I need your cooperation. For your safety, don't tell anyone about this and don't believe anyone's words."

"Hey! Inspector Aoyama, don't worry, we only trust you!" said Chiyo Hashimoto, pursing her lips.

Ryosuke took out a business card and handed it over with both hands.

After receiving it, Aoyama Hidenobu gave them their own business cards and said, "You can also call me if you have any questions. Well, thank you for your trust in me. It's getting late, so go back and rest."

"Hi! Then we'll take our leave first!" Ryosuke and Chiyo looked at each other, stood up, bowed, and left.

"Please walk slowly and be careful on the road." Aoyama Haruko sent the two out, closed the door and turned back angrily, saying, "Hidenobu, these bureaucrats are too much, you must expose them!"

"Sister-in-law, you are still too naive and too kind." Aoyama Hidenobu sighed, pulled her into his arms, touched her large conscience and said, "How can you guarantee that what those two reporters said is true? I'm new here, and it's possible that someone wants to take advantage of me while I don't understand the situation."

"Ah!" Aoyama Haruko was startled and said while biting her red lips: "I don't think they are bad people."

"How can there be a bad person in the world with the word bad written on his face?" Aoyama Hidenobu said with a helpless smile.

He is very qualified to say this.

Then he pecked her little mouth and smiled ambiguously, "Okay, sister-in-law, go upstairs and wash up and wait for me. I'll make a few calls. If this is true, I will definitely not sit idly by."

"Yeah." Haruko Aoyama blushed, nodded shyly, got out of his arms, hurriedly closed her torn clothes, and hurried upstairs with her head down.

After his sister-in-law left, Aoyama Hidenobu's face instantly turned gloomy and he picked up the phone to call Shinichi Nakamura.

"You take two people with you now, and then..."

Then he called Takaei Fujimoto and told him what had happened to the two reporters who had just come to him.

"What an idiot!" Fujimoto Takaei scolded the disaster response officer for his incompetence, then took a deep breath and said, "I'll take care of those two reporters."

"Let me do it. I just wanted to tell you." Aoyama Hidenobu said calmly. He had just asked Nakamura Shinichi to do it.

He was quite interested in the short-haired female reporter.

I want to test the other person's weight and depth.

Fujimoto Takaei: "Then I'll trouble you, Aoyama-kun."

"After all, I am a member of the headquarters."

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About half an hour later, Shinichi Nakamura personally brought two policemen to ring the doorbell of Muranishi's house.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

"Excuse me, who are you? What's the matter?"

"Police! Open the door! If you don't, we will break it down!" Shinichi Nakamura threatened harshly.

The Muranishi couple inside turned pale with fear.

It took him a long time to open the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack, Nakamura Shinichi rushed in, grabbed Mr. Muranishi's collar and pressed him against the wall, saying viciously: "You old man, you don't want to drink when I toast you, right? You promised not to talk nonsense when I paid you, but you came out when I arranged two people to test you this afternoon."

The Muranishi couple were shocked and angry when they heard this. They never expected that the two reporters were actually arranged by the police. At the same time, they felt a little sad. After all, the righteous words of the two men really awakened the justice in their hearts.

But now they know that those two people came to test them and sold them out in the blink of an eye.

One can imagine the blow he suffered deep down inside.

"Tonight is just a warning. If you don't behave yourself, I will make your son lose his reputation even if he dies!" Nakamura Shinichi bullied the old man without any psychological burden and sneered, "You don't really think your son is the kind of conscientious reporter who will do anything for the truth? He is a scum full of selfish desires. He has accepted bribes and made up fake news. We have evidence of all this. Do you believe it or not, let's expose it?"

“No! No! Please don’t do this, I was wrong, we were wrong, we really know we were wrong! Wuuuuu, he’s already dead, please let him go!” Mr. Muranishi collapsed immediately, grabbing Shinichi Nakamura’s hand and begging for his son’s posthumous reputation, “I will never say anything nonsense again, I swear I really won’t! I guarantee it on the reputation of my father, a veteran of World War II!”

"Then it depends on your performance. Don't make me bring people to find you again, old man." Shinichi Nakamura let go of Mr. Muranishi and left without looking back.

Behind them, the door was still open. The Muranishi couple slowly sat down on the floor of the entrance hall, hugged each other tightly and cried, looking particularly desolate.

(End of this chapter)