My new wife discovered my past.

He is no longer the young man who had just graduated. He feels that as long as he relies on his strength, talent, and the continuous accumulation of cases and qualifications, he can slowly climb to a higher position step by step.

A higher-ranking official can crush a person to death, and even one more year of working experience can crush a person to death.

When it comes to making a living, the most important things are power and background!

Inspector Kikuchi knew that his future was basically bleak. Now that his immediate superior, Inspector Minamisora, had reached out to him, he was given the opportunity to go along with the corrupt officials.

How could he let go!

Not to mention that he heard that there was a financial backer behind the Southern Air Police Department, and maybe in three to five years she could be promoted to Superintendent or Senior Superintendent, and become the female head of the Investigation Division!

I heard that Inspector Misora ​​Masami had a chaotic private life and was a flirtatious woman. I don't know what she had done in order to get promoted.

So what! ?

So what!?

And isn’t that just right?

Now Kikuchi can come in handy!

He accompanies those ugly old men with big fat bellies day in and day out, but he is a young, handsome guy with abs and a full body of energy!

Inspector Kikuchi seemed to see a bright future beckoning to him again.

He bowed straight to Misora ​​Masami. If he hadn't been worried about Inspector Nagao still being beside him, he would have wanted to get up from his seat right there and lick his female boss's shoes and toes.

Seeing the young man in such an attitude, Inspector Nagao sighed in his heart.

He has lost his former vigor and sharpness. Now Inspector Nagao just wants to live a peaceful and stable life and take care of his elderly parents until the end of their lives.

"I don't have any questions. I'll follow the arrangements of the Southern Air Police Department." The man said resignedly.

"Okay." Misora ​​Masami was very satisfied with the answers of her two male subordinates. She nodded and instructed: "Inspector Nagao will be responsible for contacting the landlord of this apartment, and Inspector Kikuchi will be responsible for confirming the identity of the deceased and contacting the deceased's family..."

The phone rang suddenly, interrupting Misora ​​Masami's words.

During normal working hours, Misora ​​Asami would turn off or mute her cell phone, but today, following orders from Miss Yanagihara, she naturally kept the ringer on all day to prevent herself from missing her calls.

Seeing that the incoming call was from the number she had specially named, Misora ​​Yami immediately perked up: "Sorry, I'll go take a call."

After saying something to them casually, Misora ​​Masami immediately left the apartment, closed the door, and clicked to answer the call in the corridor.

"Yes, it's me, Misora ​​Masami..."

"...Yes! Yes...I understand..."

The call came from Miss Yanagihara's personal maid.

After hanging up the phone, Misora ​​Masami was confused by Miss Yanagihara's completely opposite arrangements before and after.

But Misora ​​Masami understood one thing: don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask, and just do whatever your boss asks you to do and do it well.

Inspector Nankong received a MMS message on his mobile phone, opened it, and silently wrote down the photo and license plate number of a tram, as well as two ID photos, one of a man and one of a woman.

The woman was very outstanding in appearance, and the man was even more incomparable. Misora ​​Yami had never seen such a handsome man.

She was stunned and her mouth was watering as she thought about what had just happened on the phone, which said that this man would come to the apartment soon.

Then wouldn't I be able to see him right away?

Misora ​​Masami couldn't help but feel a little excited.

She could only hope for it, but she had not forgotten the repeated warnings from Miss Liuyuan's personal maid on the phone: if she dared to touch that man's hair, she would have to go to the countryside and be a patrol police officer for the rest of her life!

"Rika Horiguchi."

"Tetsuya Watanabe? Watanabe..."

Silently reciting the two names, Misora ​​Masami returned to the apartment.

She sighed to her two male subordinates and announced, "Inspector Nagao, Inspector Kikuchi... there is a new turn in the case.

"Huh? What?"

"How to say."

"Inspector Nagao, please contact the medical examiner now to perform an autopsy on the body of the deceased. It doesn't need to be too detailed. The deceased should have died of a severe poison. The autopsy report will be required this afternoon. Time is urgent. Please start immediately."

"Inspector Kikuchi, the name of the deceased is Momozawa Mitsu'e. Please immediately investigate her details and contact her family. She also had a roommate who was also a college classmate named Horiguchi Rika. Investigate her as well. I'll need her this afternoon as well."

"Yes!" The two men left the apartment in a hurry and went to do their own work.

Misora ​​Masami shifted her gaze to the other people who were collecting fingerprints and other work in the apartment, and went to the corridor to wait.

She didn't know when Watanabe Tetsuya would come as mentioned on the phone, so the woman could only wait and see.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long, about 20 minutes later, a tram of the same model as the one in the MMS photo stopped behind the police car. When she saw the license plate number, Misora ​​Masami knew that the real owner had arrived.

After turning around and staring at the tram quietly for a few minutes, the young female police officer walked down calmly, came to the side of the car and gently knocked on the driver's seat window.

The car window rolled down, and when she saw the man who was even more handsome than in his ID photo, Misora ​​Masami subconsciously tensed her body as a woman, she was stunned.

"Hello? What can I do for you, Officer?"

The woman who suddenly walked out of the car was not wearing a policewoman uniform, but from the white gloves on her hands and the khaki suit, Watanabe Toru still identified her identity.

The female anchor who committed suicide, the police car and female police officer downstairs in the apartment building, the police officers coming in and out of the familiar apartment on the second floor. At this moment, Toru Watanabe no longer had any illusions, and his words were trembling.

Impossible! I can't understand it either...

Biting her tongue to sober herself up, Inspector Misora ​​Masami took a step back and showed her police notebook, which contained her officer ID: “I am Misora ​​Masami from the Metropolitan Police Department’s Investigation Division’s Investigation 3rd Division.

"I'm sorry, but your behavior is very suspicious. Please show me your driver's license."

Watanabe Toru would not resist and followed orders, asking, "Excuse me, officer, what happened?"

"Hello, Mr. Watanabe, before you interrogate me, I have something to ask you, and I hope you can cooperate."

"……it is good."

"You are not a resident of this apartment building?"

"It was before, but not now."

"Then may I ask why you drove here this morning?"

Toru Watanabe did not try to cover up or deceive anyone, and told the truth about the messages and posts he saw on the Internet last night.

"One of my friends... a female classmate is an anchor. I was worried about her, so I came to see her. The apartment building she rented is right here, but I didn't expect..."

"Mr. Watanabe, you have a very keen sense of smell. Can I ask which apartment your female...sexual friend rents?"

"204." Watanabe Tetsuya said a number.

Misora ​​Masami closed her eyes gently, and when she opened them again she sighed, "Mr. Watanabe, please accept my condolences...

"We received a report today that a single woman living alone in apartment 204 died at home.

"The deceased's name is Momozawa Mitsue."

The female police officer's cold words shattered Watanabe Tetsuya's last bit of unrealistic hope.

Chapter 199 Watanabe Tetsuya's Unwelcome Request

Momozawa Mitsue.

What kind of woman is she?

Watanabe knew clearly that Mitsue liked him. When he and Noriko first met under the cherry blossom rain that night, it was not just each other who fell in love at first sight.

In the corner where the two of them didn't care at all, Momozawa Mitsue was also carefully expressing her little bit of love, without hiding anything, but she didn't dare to make any direct statement.

The girl is both bold and outspoken, yet timid and shy. Her contradictory yet harmonious personality coexists in her small, thin and fragile body.

Momozawa Mizue's personality changes a lot. Sometimes she looks like a good little loli, but at the same time, she can also be seen as a sensitive, lonely, selfish and self-centered landmine girl...

Although these were all disguises she gave herself and a hypocritical shell, she was only doing it to protect herself and never caused trouble for anyone.

Therefore, Toru Watanabe has never disliked Momozawa Mitsue, whose personality has always been complex and changeable.

Her body was thin and small, and felt soft and warm in my arms. She stuck to my body like sweet syrup, wanting to melt into my skin and flesh.

The girl's skin was white with a rosy glow. When she peeled off the outer layer of her disguise and gave herself completely to Watanabe Tetsuya without reservation, the real Momozawa Mitsue didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

Wherever Watanabe's hands touched, the girl's fair and smooth skin became red and tender in his hands, and gradually became hot.

Not only his hands, but even Watanabe Tetsuya's eyes were a poison that triggered love for Momozawa Mitsu'e. It was more effective and powerful than the red tea she accidentally drank, and it came with an endless tide.

That afternoon, the girl lying on the tatami opened her petals to her heart's content for the first time, and presented her true self to Watanabe without reservation.

Human life is at stake. After fully consulting her opinion, Toru Watanabe could not just stand by and watch her die.

Apart from Watanabe Naoko and his fiancée Shimizu Noriko, she is the only woman who takes the initiative towards Watanabe.

Just once, just save her life this time...

He originally thought that he could simply skip the preparations for the main event. After all, the girl in his hands and in front of him was so hot, moist and smooth. However, Toru Watanabe did not expect that the medicine prepared by Rika Horiguchi was so violent and complicated.

Watanabe still remembers the little horse's desperate pleas as it felt the burning sensation inside and out. It curled up and trembled slightly, weeping and complaining, as if it would be devoured by the ferocious and brutal beast in the next moment.

He had no idea what to do.

Watanabe Toru relied on his rich experience to quickly explore and try one by one. After only three to five minutes, he found the key.

"Momozawa-san...it may make you uncomfortable, but I need to use my tongue...

"Well, touch every place." Watanabe Toru still remembers what he said at the time and was deeply impressed.

He was also deeply impressed by Momozawa Mitsu's answer. Because he could not forget it, every second and every detail were buried deep in Watanabe Toru's memory.

"...Well, it's okay, but...

"Watanabe-san, can you please call me by my name?"

It's not an excessive request, and compared to what they are doing, it can be said to be extremely serious.

"Mizue, I'm sorry..."

Watanabe Tetsuya knelt on the tatami and reached out to grab Momozawa Mitsu's pair of white little feet. After being stimulated by the drugs and stained with the smell of men, the tiny blue veins on them were slightly exposed, revealing a blood-red color.

The little horse's body was extremely light and soft. Watanabe still remembered that he lifted her legs up effortlessly with just a slight lift.

"Feel sorry……"

After another apology, Watanabe Toru began to use his saliva to cool down Momozawa Mitsu'e, applying it evenly over and over again. About 15 minutes passed, until his mouth was dry and the girl's pain was temporarily relieved, then Watanabe stopped.