Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 189 To Huizi (4k long chapter)

Kiryu Yaya straddled the motorcycle and stepped on the start lever.

The engine made a sputtering sound.

He turned on the headlights, the headlights cutting through the thick darkness ahead, and drove towards Osaka Municipal Hospital.

Esaka had fallen completely silent.

Kiryu Yaya felt the wind was getting a bit strong, so he looked up and glanced at the sky.

There are no stars.

The entire sky was a hazy gray, pressing down on the city, so low it was almost suffocating.

It is going to rain.

Kiryu Yaya increased his speed.

At the same time, he was also thinking about Miyazawa Hara.

Could Miyazawa Hara's death be related to the Toseikai?

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He doesn't understand.

Miyazawa Hara has clearly been relieved of his executive duties, and Rokka has been successfully divided.

Logically speaking, Miyazawa Hara should no longer be of any use to the East Sector Association.

Could it be that—

What secrets did Miyazawa know that gave Higashi a reason to kill him?

Kiryu Yaya was puzzled.

After half an hour.

The white building of Osaka Municipal Hospital came into view.

Kiryu Yaya parked his motorcycle in the parking area outside the building, the sputtering sound of the engine turning off like a sigh, dissipating into the air.

He took off his helmet, tucked it under his arm, and looked up at the Red Cross symbol above the hospital's main entrance.

The wind picked up.

Kiryu Yaya entered the hospital building and followed the signs down to the underground.

The lights in the corridor were blindingly white.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of air freshener lingered in the quiet corridor.

The morgue door was half-closed.

When Kiryu Yaya pushed open the door, the first person he saw was Miyazawa Keiko.

She stood by the stainless steel table in the center of the room, with her back to the door.

A white sheet covered the human-shaped outline on the platform.

There was also a middle-aged woman crying nearby, who was probably a family member as well.

"Huizi".

Kiryu Yaya called out softly.

Keiko Miyazawa turned her head.

Her eyes were slightly red, indicating that she had also been crying.

Even if Miyazawa Hara was a terrible person and there were many disagreements in the past, he was still one of the few family members of Miyazawa Keiko.

"Kiryu-kun—you've arrived."

Kiryu Yaya nodded: "It's a bit far, we're late."

He walked to the morgue.

Keiko Miyazawa lifted the white cloth.

Kiryu Yaya's gaze lingered on that face for two seconds.

Miyazawa Hara's face was deformed.

There was a deep gash on his forehead, and the stitches looked like a centipede crawling on his skin.

A section of her cheekbone had sunken in, and her entire face was severely swollen, making it almost impossible to see her original facial features.

But Kiryu Yaya was able to recognize that this was Miyazawa Hara.

Keiko Miyazawa's fingers tightened slightly: "My uncle's car—the entire driver's seat was crushed. It took the fire department almost an hour to get him—"

She didn't continue.

"Please accept my condolences. May I see his belongings?"

Kiryu also asked.

Keiko Miyazawa nodded, picked up a transparent evidence bag from the small table next to her, and handed it to him: "The police have already checked it; these are all things that belonged to my uncle."

Kiryu Yaya took the evidence bag and looked down at it.

Wallet, cell phone, watch, keys, a stamp, and a photo with a corner soaked in blood.

His gaze fell on the photograph.

There are many people in the photo, standing in two rows, one in front of the other.

There were two people sitting in the front row.

In the center is an elderly woman wearing a dark blue kimono, with gray hair and leaning on a cane.

Sitting next to him was a woman dressed in a black kimono with tomesleeved sleeves, about the same age as the old man, with a gentle face and her hands neatly folded on her knees.

Kiryu Yaya's gaze lingered for a moment.

This should be the patriarch of the Miyazawa family and his wife, who are also Keiko Miyazawa's grandparents.

Kiryu Yaya continued looking back.

Two couples were standing in the back row.

The man on the left, in his early forties, wore a well-tailored dark gray suit and had a calm smile on his lips, with one hand on the woman's shoulder.

The woman beside him was wearing a light-colored suit, her hair was neatly tied up, her features were soft, and one could vaguely see the shadow of Keiko Miyazawa in her eyes.

These are clearly Keiko Miyazawa's parents.

The little girl standing in front of the two was clearly Keiko Miyazawa.

The man on the right is a few years younger, wearing a navy blue suit, and his smile is more cheerful than his brother's.

That's Miyazawahara.

And standing next to him was a woman.

The woman was wearing a beige dress, and her hair was styled in the fashionable soft curls of the time, gently draped over her shoulders.

She smiled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, one hand gently held by Miyazawa Hara.

Seeing this, Kiryu Yaya glanced again at the woman who was crying by the morgue and sighed softly.

This is clearly Miyazawa Hara's wife.

Kiryu Yaya handed the evidence bag back to Miyazawa Keiko: "Could you tell me about the person in the photo?"

Keiko Miyazawa took the evidence bag, glanced down at the photograph, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she spoke.

"The one sitting in the middle is my grandfather, Akira Miyazawa."

"The true founder of the Miyazawa Group. In the 1930s, he started from a small transportation company and gradually built it into one of the top conglomerates in the Kansai region."

Keiko Miyazawa's gaze lingered on that aged yet dignified face, her voice carrying a hint of complexity.

"My grandfather was very strict and had high expectations for my father and uncle."

"He often said that the men of the Miyazawa family must not bring shame to the family."

"But he was very gentle with me. Whenever I visited Ashiya's old house when I was a child, he would have the housekeeper prepare my favorite wagashi (Japanese sweets), and then sit in the living room and listen to me tell him about what happened at school."

"His smile is just like in the photos."

Kiryu Yaya listened quietly without interrupting.

Keiko Miyazawa's gaze shifted to the woman in the black tomesode kimono standing next to her grandfather.

"This is my grandmother, Shizuko Miyazawa."

Her voice became softer.

"My grandmother was a traditional Kyoto person. She always spoke softly and never raised her voice. No matter how domineering my grandfather was outside, he had to listen to my grandmother when he came home."

As she said this, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, a fleeting smile.

"My grandmother passed away the year after my grandfather. The doctor said it was due to heart failure. But I know she just missed my grandfather too much."

Keiko Miyazawa's self-illumination fell upon the couple in their early forties.

"This is my father, Miyazawa Takashi."

"My father is different from my uncle. My uncle is more outgoing and sociable, and he's very comfortable at business banquets. But my father—my father is more like my grandfather. He's steady and unassuming, and he spends more time at the company and at home."

"He's not good at expressing his feelings. From childhood to adulthood, he's rarely said things like 'I love you' or 'I'm proud of you.'"

"But every morning before he leaves for work, he puts a note on my desk. Sometimes it's 'Good luck on your exams today,' sometimes it's 'Waiting for me to come home for dinner,' and sometimes it's just a simple 'It's getting cold, wear more clothes.'"

Her eyes reddened again.

"His departure was too sudden."

"I haven't had a chance to tell him yet—that I've actually tried my best. I'm trying my best to keep the Miyazawa Group afloat, and I'm trying my best not to let him down."

Kiryu Yaya looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly, "He must have seen it."

Keiko Miyazawa lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, and suppressed the surging emotions within her.

Then she looked up and her gaze fell on the woman in the light-colored suit next to her father.

"This is my mother, Yumi Miyazawa."

"My mother's mental state has not been very good since my father passed away. She had been resting at her hometown and should be on her way now."

Keiko Miyazawa's gaze slowly shifted to the far right of the photo.

Miyazawa Hara, and the woman with a bright smile standing beside him.

"This is my uncle, Miyazawa Hara—you already know that."

Her voice lowered.

"And this is my aunt, Miyazawa Michiko."

Because the person was right next to her, Miyazawa Keiko didn't say much.

Kiryu Yaya looked at the woman with a bright smile in the photo, then glanced at the woman crying so hard she could barely stand by the morgue.

In photos from over a decade ago, she looked so young and happy.

And now, let's say "please accept my condolences."

Kiryu Yaya walked up to Miyazawa Michiko and said something softly.

Michiko Miyazawa raised her head, her eyes red and swollen. She wanted to say something, but she just shook her head and lowered her head again to continue crying.

Kiryu Yaya returned to Miyazawa Keiko's side and lowered his voice: "Any news from the police?"

Keiko Miyazawa shook her head.

"What about the truck driver's identity?"

"It is said to be a man in his forties who works at a logistics company near Osaka Port. Police have detained him and are conducting further investigations."

Kiryu Yaya nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at the photo, lost in thought.

As the founder of the Miyazawa Group, did Masaaki Miyazawa have any connection with the Toseikai when he established the Miyazawa Group?

Even if Masaaki Miyazawa doesn't have it, what about Takashi Miyazawa?

Just as Kiryu Yaya was about to ask Miyazawa Keiko if she had seen the Toseikai membership card at home, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

He turned around and looked.

It was Akio Uesugi who arrived.

He had clearly rushed over from home, not even having time to put on his suit jacket, and his face showed obvious nervousness.

"Excuse me, Miss."

Akio Uesugi walked quickly to Keiko Miyazawa, slightly out of breath.

"We're late."

"There was a traffic jam on the road. I came from Suita, but there was road construction, so I had to take a huge detour."

As he explained, his gaze involuntarily fell on the stainless steel table covered with a white cloth.

Keiko Miyazawa gently shook her head: "Mr. Uesugi, you don't need to rush. Uncle is already—it can't get any worse."

Akio Uesugi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

He just stood there, looking at the white cloth, at the outline of the human figure under the white cloth, for a long time.

Kiryu Yaya noticed that Uesugi Akio's expression seemed somewhat frightened.

He sensed something was wrong and asked, "Mr. Uesugi?"

Akio Uesugi snapped out of his daze, looked at Yaya Kiryu, then at Keiko Miyazawa, and moved his lips a few times.

Then, he slowly reached into his suit's inner pocket, took out a beige envelope, and said, "Young Miss, Kiryu-kun—"

"The former executive director gave me a letter a few days ago, and he said—"

Akio Uesugi's throat bobbed up and down.

"When he's gone, let me give this letter to the young lady."

Upon hearing this, Kiryu Yaya's eyes widened.

"What?"

This means that Miyazawa Hara had long anticipated that he might die.

Keiko Miyazawa and Yaya Kiryu exchanged a glance, and realizing something was wrong, they immediately took the letter.

The two looked at the envelope together.

I saw a line of words written with a pen on the seal: "もしprivateに何かあったら、この箯を开けてください"

If anything happens to me, please open this envelope.

"Mr. Uesugi."

Kiryu Yaya quickly asked, "When did you receive this letter?"

"Three nights ago."

"Where did he give it to you?"

"A restaurant in Kitashinchi."

Akio Uesugi's voice dropped even lower: "The executive director suddenly called me and said he wanted to see me. I thought he wanted to ask about the recent situation of the group, or wanted me to help pass on some message."

"But after we met, he just handed me the letter, said that sentence, and then let me go."

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Kiryu Yaya frowned slightly and continued, "Did he say anything else? Like—did he run into some trouble?"

Akio Uesugi shook his head: "Apart from that sentence, the former executive director didn't tell me anything else."

Kiryu Yaya nodded, then looked at Miyazawa Keiko, gesturing for her to quickly open the envelope.

Keiko Miyazawa nodded and, with trembling fingers, slowly tore open the seal.

Inside the envelope was a neatly folded stack of letter paper.

The paper was covered with dense writing, some parts with thick ink, and others so faint that they were almost illegible.

It was as if my hand holding the pen was trembling incessantly while I was writing these words.

Keiko Miyazawa unfolded the letter.

Kiryu Yaya stood beside her, looking down at her.

The first line of the first page contains only three words—

「Keikoへ」

To Huizi.