Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Chapter 143 Lecture on Special Treatment

It turns out that Izayoi Akizo knew about the two old women coming to see her. Just as Yuzuru Masahiro was about to ask her more questions, he suddenly realized that the phone was being tapped by the investigation department.

"Yes, they left, but I wonder if they'll be eavesdropping outside the door."

"No, they're more cautious than you think. They'll leave quickly, they—"

"You know my pager number, right?" Masahiro Hanyu spoke first, stopping Izayoi from continuing. There were some things he didn't want the investigation department to know.

Izayoi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes, I know!" and hung up the phone.

Soon, his pager rang, and it was Izayoi Akira sending him a phone number. Yuzuru Masahiro got dressed, went downstairs, and returned the call from a public phone booth.

"Miss Mingkong, did you know the two old ladies were looking for me? Where are you located?"

"Yes, I know. I don't live too far from where Yuzuru-kun lives, but I can't see you for now! They must have asked, right?" Izayoi Akira's tone was tentative. "You didn't mention that I used to live with you, did you?"

"Of course I didn't tell, but do you know what they did to me?"

"They might just pull down your underwear!"

Yuzuru Masahiro was startled. "Ah, how did you know about this?"

"I just know what they said after they saw it?" Izayoi said.

"I don't want to talk about it!" Masahiro Hanyu said angrily.

"Hanyu-kun, you'd better tell me about this, because it's very important. I need to decide what to do next based on their opinions."

Masahiro Hanyu was silent for a few seconds. "I can tell you, but you also need to tell me some things I want to know. You're a member of the Mountain Dive Clan, right?"

"Yes, I am from the Mountain Dive Clan's Souto Clan. You'd better not ask me anything else about me, because I can't talk about it. If you force me to talk, I might learn to lie and deceive you." Izayoi's words were very direct.

"Alright, I won't ask about your personal matters. You're familiar with Kurokawa Taku, right?"

"Senior Kurokawa—I know him well, but I can't talk about him because I promised him."

"Alright then, Kurokawa Tsuki, do you know this person? She's also a member of a ninja organization." This was the question Masahiro Yuzuru wanted to ask.

"Kurokawa Tsuki? Although he shares the same surname, I don't know him. I've never heard of him before. I'm not lying." Izayoi's tone was sincere.

"Oh, is that so!" Masahiro Yuzuru was somewhat disappointed. He knew from Abu Mizure that Kurokawa Tsuki was a member of a ninja organization, and that Izayoi Akira had previously mentioned that Kurokawa Taku was a member of the Fuseikai.

He had always suspected the relationship between Kurokawa Tsuki and Kurokawa Taku, since they both shared the surname Kurokawa, and Izayoi Akira addressed Kurokawa Taku as her senior brother. She should know the inside story, but the answer he received was that she didn't know.

"Mr. Yuzuru, now you should tell me—what did they say after seeing it?"

Masahiro Hanyu sighed, "They said the length is just right, it's clean and tidy, and it'll produce a healthy baby!"

"Such high praise!" Izayoi sounded somewhat surprised. "Okay, I understand!"

"What?!" Just as Masahiro Hanyu was about to ask further, Izayoi hung up the phone.

When he called back, no one answered.

The next day, Masahiro Hanyu went to the Tokyo Library and began searching for all the information and photos of Japanese temples. He then compared them with the photos he had found from Hanatama, hoping to find the temple based on the clues in the photos.

This was a task that required time and patience. For three consecutive days, Masahiro Hanyu spent all his free time in the library, but he made no progress.

According to information obtained through wiretapping, Naoko Yonemura has remained at the manor and has begun copying scriptures. The White Peach King has not appeared, nor has she encountered any danger.

During this time, Kazuhiko Inoue called Masahiro Hanyu and invited him to attend a lecture by the Fusei Society on Sunday. Only male members of the Fusei Society would attend this time, and he was asked not to bring Ms. Mio.

Naoko Yonemura had told him that usually at this stage of the process, he and Mio Nagasawa would be invited to a lecture, then Mio would be admitted to the association, and then they would donate money.

But this time, only Masahiro Hanyu was allowed to participate, which surprised him and made him wary.

The location was not in Inoue Kazuhiko's tea room, but in an apartment building in the suburbs of Tokyo. The speaker was said to be a senior figure from the Fuseikai who was in charge of giving lectures.

At 10 a.m. on Sunday, Masahiro Hanyu arrived at the agreed location on time. It was an old commercial and residential apartment building. He went up to the top floor attic, where the lecture would be held.

As he reached the door and was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened, and Inoue Kazuhiko came out to greet him. "Yamamoto-kun, welcome, welcome, please come in."

Masahiro Hanyu entered the room, and Kazuhiko Inoue closed the door tightly behind him.

The scene in the room made Masahiro Hanyu nervous.

There were no windows on any side, and the walls were painted a dark, matte black, blocking out all light and noise from the outside world.

Several frosted, warm yellow lamps hung overhead, casting a soft light that illuminated only a small central area. A faint scent of sandalwood, mixed with a hint of herbal fragrance, filled the air, inducing a sense of lethargy upon inhalation.

The room was empty; there was no one else there.

Masahiro Hanyu turned around. "Mr. Inoue, why am I the only one here?"

Inoue Kazuhiko smiled, "Isn't it good to be alone! This lecture, set up just for Yamamoto-kun, is a very special and high-class treatment within the Fusei-kai. Please sit under the lamp."

In the entire hall, only a few frosted warm yellow lights illuminated a tatami mat.

After a slight hesitation, Masahiro Hanyu went to the tatami mat and knelt down.

Inoue Kazuhiko didn't move; he just stood guard at the door.

"Dong, dong, dong," three bells rang out in succession, and a middle-aged man in a long robe walked in from the door of the inner room.

He approached Masahiro Hanyu and knelt on the edge of the tatami mat. "Mr. Yamamoto, I am the speaker today. I am very pleased that you could come to listen to my lecture."

The speaker had a gentle voice, a calm tone, and an air of wisdom and compassion, like an enlightened elder who had helped all beings.

Masahiro Hanyu bowed slightly and said, "I am very honored!"

The speaker nodded and began to speak.

"The life of an ordinary man is one of constant suffering."

"Toiling and struggling, accumulating wealth, caring for wife and children, shouldering responsibilities, bound by mortgages and family business, constrained by love and family. A lifetime of hard work, all that is gained is entanglement, all that is given is no return, a life spent as a beast of burden in this mundane world, never free."

"This is all due to attachment, and all due to a lack of understanding of the great path to happiness."

His tone was soothing and inviting, and his empathetic approach made it easy for people to let their guard down.

Masahiro Hanyu listened attentively with a serious expression.

"The way to happiness is to unlock all shackles and give people true freedom and true fulfillment."

"Join our Fusheng Society, break free from the delusion of selfishness, and abandon the suffering of clinging to selfishness. All those who join the church and take the oath must completely dedicate all their worldly assets and money, solely for the purpose of letting go."

"People are burdened by their wealth, and ultimately they are trapped by it and bound by their families. What you give up is not wealth, but the shackles that bind you for life; what you offer is not savings, but karmic obstacles that prevent you from enjoying blessings."

"Give up personal wealth for the benefit of all generations."

At this point, the speaker stared at him and said, word by word, "Mr. Yuzuru, did you hear me clearly?"

Masahiro Yuzuru was startled; the speaker addressed him as Mr. Yuzuru instead of Mr. Yamamoto.

His identity has been exposed!