I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 144-146: Metropolitan Police Department tomb raiding – can that even be called tomb raiding?

Dr. Satomi gently cupped his teacher's wife's face as if she were a national treasure, a Jian kiln Yao Bian Tenmoku tea cup, and his blue-glowing palm lightly stroked the hideous wound on her face.

An incredible scene unfolded: the wound on Mrs. Kurokawa's cheek healed without any medicine.

Her face was smooth and fair, like a freshly peeled chicken.

"Is this the light emanating from Professor Kurokawa's healing abilities? How did I acquire this power?"

Dr. Satomi stared in disbelief at his hands, a deep blue light shimmering between his fingers. He then turned and tentatively touched his teacher's wife's face, which was as smooth as if it could be broken with a touch.

This is no illusion!

Just then, Mrs. Kurokawa's eyelids twitched.

Her eyes opened, and upon seeing Dr. Satomi, Mrs. Kurokawa's eyes reddened. She opened her arms and hugged him, burying her head in Dr. Satomi's chest.

"Shuichi, don't leave me! I'll do anything you want!"

Dr. Satomi's face immediately turned bright red, and he waved his hands helplessly, not knowing what to do.

"Madam, you've mistaken me for someone else! I'm not Professor Kurokawa, I'm Satomi!"

Dr. Satomi hurriedly explained, but he was also quite puzzled. Why did everyone think he was Professor Kurokawa? He didn't look that much like his teacher, did he?

Mrs. Kurokawa wouldn't listen to any explanations; she buried her face in Dr. Satomi's arms and cried uncontrollably.

"Dr. Satomi seems to have inherited Professor Kurokawa's extraordinary ability to heal wounds!"

Grace, who witnessed all of this, looked down at the stone bowl in her arms and immediately reported this important information to the Metropolitan Police Department.

The Metropolitan Police Department was immediately in an uproar, followed by ecstasy.

The stone bowl in front of the Buddha is even available with a buy-one-get-one-free offer!

The Metropolitan Police Department took the case even more seriously, and the original plan to have Grace take the stone bowl and Dr. Satomi back to the Metropolitan Police Department by helicopter was changed at the last minute.

Before long, the whooshing sound of helicopter wings turning could be heard in the sky, and three helicopters flew over.

The helicopter in the middle is a police helicopter from the Metropolitan Police Department, while the wingmen on the left and right are armed helicopters. If the conditions on site hadn't been so restrictive, the Metropolitan Police Department would have even contacted the Self-Defense Forces to send fighter jets over.

A burly man in a SAT police uniform descended from the helicopter's ladder to the ground.

"Miss Grace, thank you for your help."

Grace contacted the Metropolitan Police Department to confirm that everything was correct before handing the stone bowl over to the police officer.

The police officer carefully placed the stone bowl into a black briefcase, a specially made security briefcase that would remain intact even if the helicopter crashed and all passengers perished.

The officer handcuffed the black briefcase to his wrist and was then pulled up the ladder.

Then, the three helicopters flew towards Sakurada Gate, and the handover process took only a little over a minute.

"We'll stay put and wait for the SAT reinforcements to arrive, then escort Dr. Satomi away in a riot police vehicle," Grace said.

Not wanting to put all their eggs in one basket, the Metropolitan Police Department decided to split Dr. Satomi and Ishihachi into two groups, escorting them to the Metropolitan Police Department by air and ground respectively, just to be on the safe side.

"Officer, what exactly is going on?" Dr. Satomi was still completely baffled.

"I'll explain the details to you later, Dr. Satomi. Now, please cooperate with the Metropolitan Police Department and come with us."

Grace noticed a hint of unease in Dr. Satomi's eyes and added:

"This isn't a bad thing for you, doctor."

should.

Japan's Golden Week runs from April 29th to Boys' Day on May 5th, which is also Japan's Dragon Boat Festival.

Since it's a rare Golden Week holiday, it's natural to travel around and have fun.

Although April 30th was the second day of Golden Week, Genkakuji Temple in Hatsunecho, Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, closed its doors to visitors early.

Many tourists who came to worship were disappointed.

"Amitabha."

The cemetery of Yuanjue Temple is quiet and surrounded by green trees. The abbot of Yuanjue Temple looked on with a bitter face as he watched a group of police officers wandering around the cemetery.

It was supposed to be a rare Golden Week holiday, a chance to make a fortune from donations, but before the temple gates even opened in the morning, a large contingent of police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department showed up at the door.

This display immediately frightened the young novice monk who was greeting guests, and in the end, it was the abbot himself who had to step in.

"Found it!"

The officers immediately gathered around and saw a tombstone with the words "Kurokawa Shuichi" engraved on it, along with a black and white portrait.

Kurokawa Shuichi's grave looks just like any other gravesite in the vicinity, and the tombstone is undamaged.

"Let's begin."

At the command of the middle-aged police officer in charge, the crowd dispersed, and several people took out their cameras to take pictures of the cemetery from different angles. Some people wrote down the name of the person buried next to Professor Kurokawa, while others began to collect samples of the soil from the cemetery.

The abbot was completely bewildered.

But what happened next made him uneasy. Several people took out shovels from a black bag and stood next to Professor Kurokawa's grave.

"Officers, what are you doing? You can't dig up this grave, it's bad for your reputation!" The abbot had no choice but to come out and stop them.

"Abbot, please understand, we are just following orders. Professor Kurokawa, this involves a very complicated case," the middle-aged police officer explained gently.

"But what's buried here is the ashes of Kurokawa Danshu, so we can't do an autopsy," the abbot said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"In short, the situation is very complicated, and I can't say more," the middle-aged police officer said.

"Also, Abbot, please keep this a secret! Not even Mr. Kurokawa's widow or students should be informed."

"This is a bit difficult," said the abbot of Yuanjue Temple, looking troubled.

The Metropolitan Police Department is, after all, a national agency. If they want to take away Kurokawa Danshu's ashes, he can only cooperate. But it's unreasonable to keep this a secret from Danshu's relatives and friends. It's not good for the temple either way.

The middle-aged police officer smiled and handed over a check.

The abbot took the check, and upon seeing the amount on it, his face lit up with a radiant glow, and his eyes shone with compassion.

"Amitabha Buddha, since this is the Metropolitan Police Department's work, our Genkakuji Temple will certainly do its best to cooperate. Before we begin construction, please allow me to recite a sutra for our esteemed disciple, Kurokawa."

"Well... then I'll have to trouble you, Abbot!"

The middle-aged police officer frowned, but then, as if struck by a sudden thought, his expression changed, and he readily agreed.

"Om! Shuri Shuri, Maha Shuri, Shuri Shuri, Svaha!"

The abbot walked to Professor Kurokawa's grave, put his hands together, and recited a passage from the Ksitigarbha Sutra with intonation.

After finishing the chanting, the middle-aged police officer looked nervous and stepped aside, signaling to the others to take action.

Although the police officers were somewhat reluctant, they eventually dug up Professor Kurokawa's grave.

(End of this chapter)