In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 403: Jing Ye Beats Up the Rich Second Generation in the Urban-Rural Fringe (asking for monthly tickets)

"What is me? Qingshan Police Officer Shizheng, what are you talking about? Can you explain it more clearly?"

Hideyoshi Matsushita frowned, as if he was trying very hard to understand what Aoyama Hidenobu meant.

He raised his head and looked into Aoyama Hidenobu's eyes, with a hint of mockery besides pretended confusion.

An abnormal blush appeared on his face.

Even though he tried his best to appear calm, it was obvious that he was very excited, with his hands tightly pressing on the armrest.

"Coward." Aoyama Hidenobu stared at him blankly for a while and suddenly said these two words.

Matsushita Hideyoshi didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"I called you a coward." Nakamura Shinichi had already understood what was going on. Although he was shocked and unbelievable, he also immediately offered assistance and approached Matsushita Hideyoshi. "I don't understand what it means? It means a soft egg, a coward, and a coward without balls. You are such a eunuch."

The tone was calm, but the insult was deafening.

"Shut up! You're the eunuch! You don't have any balls!" Matsushita Hideyoshi was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He was furious and didn't even care about the plaster on his leg. He tried to stand up, but fell back into the wheelchair. He shook off the nurse's hand and stared at Nakamura Shinichi viciously. With red eyes and rapid panting, he said word by word: "You don't have any balls!"

His reaction was so strong that Aoyama Hidenobu and Nakamura Shinichi were stunned, but then they both laughed.

"You don't really have no balls, do you?" Aoyama Hidenobu looked at Matsushita Hideyoshi carefully, as if he had discovered a new attraction, with a sarcastic look in his eyes, "No wonder there were no signs of violation of the victim's private parts. Do you believe it? We even suspected that the murderer might be a woman, but we never thought it was a eunuch."

This has to be thanks to the amazing forensic doctor who was able to put a body that had been broken into dozens of pieces back together.

"Bakayaro! Damn bastard! Shut up!" Matsushita Hideyoshi cursed in anger, breathing rapidly, half-standing up with his hands supporting the wheelchair, and whispered in Aoyama Hidenobu's ear with a ferocious face: "You loser, so what if you know it was me? Do you have evidence to arrest me?"

His defense broke down when his sore spot was touched. Otherwise, even if he knew that the other party had no evidence, he would not admit his wrongdoing in person for safety reasons.

"This is just the beginning. More people will die in my hands. What can you do? The best detective in the Heisei era, I will make you a joke. Your arrival makes my game more interesting."

After he finished speaking, he sat back in his wheelchair and looked at Aoyama Hidenobu mockingly, then stared deeply at the middle-aged woman and said, "Send me back to my room."

The nurse bowed to Aoyama Hidenobu and Nakamura Shinichi, then turned around and pushed the wheelchair back to the ward.

Aoyama Hidenobu stood there without moving, staring at his departing figure, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Hideyoshi Matsushita was very cunning. He cleared himself of all charges. As he said, even if they knew that he was the one who did it, Aoyama Hidenobu had no evidence to arrest him.

But his father's identity is not simple, and his mother must be no ordinary person either. The police have very few means to use against suspects with such backgrounds.

It's just so ironic.

These days, even if you want to commit a crime, you need a background.

"Kyoshi Masaru, is it really him? How could it be him? Why would he do this?" Shinichi Nakamura said, unable to hide the surprise and disbelief on his face.

As a policeman, he has seen many rich second-generations and official second-generations commit crimes. In his opinion, these people are fucking sick. Why do they have to seek death when they have a good life?

Aoyama Hidenobu retracted his gaze. "Isn't the reason obvious? He is a man without balls. Maybe he had them before, but something happened that caused them to disappear. That's why he hates women. Unable to enjoy the pleasure from women, he chose another way to get pleasure from them, torturing and killing them, dismembering them, using their bodies to create panic, and walking the police like walking a dog."

"Now that we have no evidence, what should we do?" Nakamura Shinichi asked, turning his head to look at the middle-aged woman, "Is it necessary to ask her?"

"That's not necessary." Aoyama Hidenobu shook his head.

Matsushita Hideyoshi did not take the middle-aged woman with him before he left, which showed that he was very confident that the other party did not know much inside information, and the reason why he showed up to interfere in the inquiry was to avoid exposing his identity. But he just admitted it himself, so what was there to be afraid of?

So middle-aged women are no longer of any use.

"Let's go." Aoyama Hidenobu turned and left.

Shinichi Nakamura hurriedly followed.

The middle-aged woman still sat there crying.

As they walked out of the inpatient building, Nakamura Shinichi kept chattering, "Superintendent Masaru, how can we investigate? With the death of the worker, all the clues are gone, and we can't torture that guy. This case is even more difficult than it was at the beginning."

"I..." Aoyama Hidenobu was about to answer him when he was interrupted by a loud noise behind him.

"Bang!"

The two of them heard the sound and looked back at the same time, and both froze in place, only to see a body falling from the upstairs and hitting a car next to the gate of the inpatient department.

And the corpse was exactly the middle-aged woman just now.

His spine seemed to be broken, and he was lying on the collapsed roof of the car, his legs and feet hanging limply, his hair disheveled, and blood oozing from his mouth.

"Ah! Someone jumped off the building! Hurry up and save him!"

Bursts of screams rang out all around.

"Damn it! That bastard actually pushed someone down!" Shinichi Nakamura said in shock and anger.

Aoyama Hidenobu had a blank expression on his face. "He doesn't have to retreat personally. He only needs to threaten her daughter, which is enough to make her walk to the window and jump down."

This way he doesn't have to bear any responsibility for the murder.

"But what's the point? Judging from his performance just now, what this woman knows is obviously no longer a threat to him!" Shinichi Nakamura said angrily.

Aoyama Hidenobu said in a deep voice: "The meaning is to provoke us and mock us for what we can do to him."

"Bakayaro! I'm going to beat this bastard right now!" Shinichi Nakamura rushed back with red eyes.

He had seen beastly criminals, but this was the first time he saw a real beast who took a human life just for provocation and to vent his anger for the humiliation he had just suffered.

Aoyama Hidenobu grabbed his shoulders and said, in his puzzled look, "Let me do it."

Then he walked into the inpatient building with a gloomy face. It was fine if the other party killed someone, but he also provoked him so closely. This was intolerable!
After asking about Matsushita Hideyoshi's single room, the two men ran straight to the destination and kicked it open roughly.

"Bang!"

The door bounced back heavily from the wall.

This single room is much more luxurious.

It's like the presidential suite in a high-end hotel.

"Ah! What are you doing! Who allowed you to come in!" a nurse asked in surprise.

Matsushita Hideyoshi, who was sitting by the window, turned his wheelchair slowly, looked at Aoyama Hidenobu with a half-smile and said, "It seems like someone just jumped off the building."

Then, without waiting for his answer, he shook his head pretentiously, "Human life is really fragile."

"You forgot one thing." Aoyama Hidenobu looked at Matsushita Hideyoshi and said expressionlessly.

Matsushita Hideyoshi raised his eyebrows immediately, "Hmm?"

"Besides being a policeman, I'm also a second-generation policeman like you. No matter how awesome your father is, can he be as awesome as my grandfather? If not, the beating you received today was in vain." Aoyama Hidenobu said in a calm tone. As he spoke, he moved forward, took off his coat and threw it to Shinichi Nakamura, then rolled up his sleeves slowly.

Putting aside his identity as a policeman, he just beat up Matsushita Hideyoshi, who could do anything to him?
The nurse was loyal to her master and tried to use her frail body to stop Aoyama Hidenobu, "What are you doing...ah!"

But he was grabbed by Shinichi Nakamura.

"Aoyama Hidenobu! What are you doing! Stop right there! Don't come over here! You are a policeman! It is illegal to hit people!" Matsushita Hideyoshi finally lost his calm and arrogance. He panicked and kept controlling the wheelchair to move backwards with both hands, but soon he could not retreat any further.

Aoyama Hidenobu said in a cold tone: "It is illegal for the police to accept money, but there are still so many people who accept it; it is also illegal for you to kill people, but you still kill people."

"Baga! Stop! Aoyama Hidenobu, you only know how to vent your emotions through violence! What's the difference between you and a gangster?" Matsushita Hideyoshi looked around in a cold sweat, trying to find a way to escape.

But he is in a wheelchair, how can he run away?

"Yes, the gangsters don't dare to hit you, but I do." As soon as Aoyama Hidenobu finished speaking, he punched him.

"Ah!" Matsushita Hideyoshi screamed and was knocked to the ground with his wheelchair. His plastered hands and legs touched the ground and caused secondary injuries. He shouted in embarrassment, "I must report you! I must!"

Aoyama Hidenobu didn't say anything. He just pulled out the belt from his waist and swung it in the air again and again with an expressionless face, looking like he was spinning a top.

And Hideyoshi Matsushita also spins like a spinning top.

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Bastard! I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

"Stop! Stop it now! Ah! Ah!"

Every time the belt fell with a sound of breaking through the air, Matsushita Hideyoshi's not-so-thick hospital gown would be torn apart, leaving bloodstains one after another.

The pain was so severe that he no longer cared about the plaster on his hands and legs and rolled over and over on the ground.

"Stop hitting me, bastard! Stop it now!"

Aoyama Hidenobu never stopped, like a ruthless beating machine, constantly repeating the same action mechanically, without feeling any fatigue at all.

Hideyoshi Matsushita wailed continuously, his pajamas were completely torn to pieces, and he was almost turning into a bloody gourd.

More and more people gathered at the door.

Soon there was a burst of hurried footsteps.

"Make way! The dean is here! Make way!"

"Dean!"

A large group of security guards rushed in, including one with silver-white hair, wearing a black suit inside and a white coat outside, and he looked to be nearly 60 years old.

"What are you doing! Stop it now!" Looking at his son covered in blood, the director of Hokkaido University Hospital, Matsushita Toyohiro, had red eyes. "Stop him right now!"

The security personnel rushed towards Aoyama Hidenobu.

"Get out of here!" Shinichi Nakamura drew his gun immediately.

The security personnel stopped and dared not move forward.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Everyone could only watch as Aoyama Hidenobu hit him twice more. Matsushita Hideyoshi could no longer hold on and fainted. His originally blue and white hospital gown was stained with blood, and there were scars on his handsome face.

"call--"

Aoyama Hidenobu finally stopped, unhurriedly fastened his bloody belt, turned around and looked at Matsushita Toyohiro who was glaring at him and said calmly: "If you have any opinions, go find my uncle. He gave me the confidence. His name is Hikokawa Juro, Minister of Home Affairs and Chairman of the Public Security Commission. Remember to go at night. He is very busy during the day."

"Get out!" Shinichi Nakamura held a gun in one hand and pushed Matsushita Toyoyu rudely with the other hand.

Matsushita Toyohiro staggered, but the name of Hikokawa Juro enabled him to maintain his good manners and demeanor, and he did not curse.

Aoyama Hidenobu casually took his coat and put it on, while saying in a casual tone: "Your son has committed a crime, a serious crime. I will definitely arrest him and sentence him to death because he really made me angry."

After he finished speaking, he swaggered through the crowd with a calm expression and left without looking back.

The arrogance and domineering attitude were displayed to the fullest.

It made these guys more clearly aware of the difference between the rich second generation in the urban-rural fringe and the Beijing rich.

(End of this chapter)