Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

Then, by asking questions to trigger his relevant memories, Iwasaki basically got the information he wanted after searching in this way.

He intends to eliminate all the families behind the Arakawa Ryuzaku group in order to confuse the public.

Iwasaki Miyabi was indeed dead. They lied and reported that they had dismembered Miyabi and dumped her body at sea, just to make themselves appear more professional and cruel, and to collect more commission.

In reality, they had a fixed burial site, which was known only to the team leader and a few cadres. The most crucial steps were all done by one person, so that they could take the blame if something went wrong.

Iwasaki remained silent for a few seconds before turning and walking towards the door.

Just as it was about to reach the door, its body turned into mist, emerging from various gaps and then regrouping behind the door, as if it had passed through it.

Moments later, various shrill screams could be faintly heard from outside, but under the cover of the music, they sounded like off-key howls.

Click, the office door opened.

After dealing with the henchmen outside, Iwasaki felt a rare moment of peace, and his black robe remained spotless, untouched by blood.

Using the hands of a sorcerer, these corpses, whether whole or mutilated, were gathered in the open space in the center of the billiard hall. Then, using the bodies of the sinners as pens and blood as ink, patterns of a sacrificial ritual were drawn on the floor and ceiling.

These are two strange patterns.

The floor was painted with what looked like an upside-down umbrella, or a gaping maw of an abyss, with bizarre patterns.

The ceiling features a sacred eye, staring mercilessly at the corpse below.

At the pupil's position, you'll find that it appears to be composed of countless tiny eyeballs.

If you look closely, they are indeed eyeballs, gouged out from the eye sockets of these dead people, still dripping with fresh blood.

After the ceremony was set up, Iwasaki turned off the music, sat upright in the host's seat, and began to chant softly.

I offer:

A mind nourished by lies, a spine forged with violence.

A heart consumed by greed, pupils stained with filth.

This is a filthy body, this is a sinful soul, offered to the "unknowable" to purify the world.

I ask for strength.

After speaking, the large mouth below and the eyes above seemed to slowly come to life.

Amidst the faint screams, wisps of souls were locked onto by the eyes, finding no way to hide, before being chewed up and swallowed by the giant mouth of the ground, vanishing without a trace.

The body remained unchanged, but Iwasaki could sense that the surroundings had become much cleaner.

A beam of light shot into Iwasaki's body, and soon he felt his magical power increase slightly.

This is his upgrade path.

Increase power by sacrificing sinful souls.

Ordinary evil souls, unless they are numerous, can only pray for power; only when they encounter an exceptional evil soul can they pray for knowledge.

He didn't know if he could destroy the remaining ritual site, but out of the mystery of the "unknowable," he chose to preserve it to avoid causing any unpleasantness.

Da da.

Footsteps and conversations came from the stairs outside the billiard hall. Iwasaki casually unlocked the door, his figure suddenly changed, turning into a cloud of black mist, and flew out of the ventilation duct towards the abandoned factory area.

"That cost me a lot of money again. I've found where that bastard lives! I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

"Hiss, say less, don't be so energetic. If you look too pitiful, we'll have to ask Ruotou for help."

The two Yakuza who had been beaten up by Nobi's father that day had just been discharged from the hospital. One of them had a rather serious head injury; the original stitches on his head had reopened, and he had another wound added. He was forced to stay in the hospital for a few days and was now bandaged up like a Sikh, unable to even turn over while sleeping.

"Huh? Why is it closed today?"

"Is it a meeting? Why didn't we receive a notification? Is it because we're injured?"

The two whispered to each other and then casually opened the door.

"Everyone—click!"

The man who opened the door was speechless, unable to move forward or backward.

What a bloody scene that was.

Piled-up mutilated corpses, bloody and bizarre patterns, and pooling blood on the ground to form a trickle of blood.

All of these events dealt an extremely strong blow to his mind, causing his brain to seemingly crash and become unresponsive.

"Hey, why are you blocking the door? Did they get drunk and sleep together? Is that wine on the floor?"

The guy who injured his head has poor eyesight; he's squinting and there's someone in between, so he can't see very clearly.

"Someone's dead! Someone's dead! Waaaaaah!!!"

The Yakuza, whose brain had finally responded, let out a wail of agony. He turned around abruptly, disregarding any camaraderie, and shoved aside the other Yakuza, who was already unsteady on his feet.

However, due to excessive force and weak legs, the two accidentally tripped and rolled down the long staircase like an invincible whirlwind.

"Ouch! I just got stitches!"

This was the last word uttered by the Yakuza, who was pinned down, as he looked at the blood dripping from his head before losing consciousness.

Chapter 97: To Be Buried With You

An abandoned industrial area.

Due to the hollowing out of the manufacturing industry, environmental policies, and changes in land prices, many industrial parks in Adachi Ward have been abandoned and turned into overgrown weeds.

Moreover, the transportation here is inconvenient, so even homeless people rarely choose to "settle down" here.

As night falls, the number of vehicles passing by on the surrounding roads decreases. Occasionally, some community groups will organize activities that bring some noise, but most of the time it is a lifeless scene.

It is indeed very suitable for burying corpses or conducting any shady transactions.

According to Akabane's memory, Iwasaki found a patch of fresh soil in a field of weeds, its color distinctly different from the surrounding soil.

After reaching out and touching it to feel it for a while, he stood up and gently raised his hand.

Instantly, the soil particles in front of him began to tumble and jump like wet popping candy, slowly but surely, and ripples spread across the soil.

Before long, as the soil loosened, a female corpse with purplish-red lividity and a slightly swollen abdomen appeared in front of Iwasaki as if it had floated up from the soil.

It was his sister, whom he hadn't seen for some time.

Iwasaki's hands trembled almost imperceptibly as he removed his hood, revealing his true form.

He knelt on one knee in front of the corpse, gently stroking the face that now seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

As if sensing something, Iwasaki paused, then gently opened the corpse's mouth as much as possible, reached in with his mage hand, and carefully removed an SD card wrapped in a small piece of plastic from the corner of the mouth.

After staring at the SD card for a while, he put his hood back on, then picked up the corpse and stood up.

"Ya, you've worked hard. Brother will take you home."

Iwasaki transformed back into black mist, using his mage's hand to lift his sister's corpse, enveloping it within, and flew towards the home he hadn't returned to in a long time.

After flying around intermittently for about an hour, he finally returned to his home in Shibuya Ward.

It was an ordinary apartment building, an inheritance left by his parents. He had only returned once since his car accident, and Ya had lived there alone for several years.

Following the shadows, Iwasaki led the body to the balcony, surveyed the house's layout, and discovered several hidden cameras.

It seems she knew her situation was not good from the start.

He covered the camera and carried the body into the house.

The interior decorations have remained almost unchanged, mostly frozen in time from the day of the car accident. Even the note written by my mother on the refrigerator that day has been sealed with tape.

Perhaps it was because she couldn't forget that Ya had been investigating the cause of the car accident from years ago in her spare time, which is likely the reason she was killed.

Based on the timeline, it seems that Yacha uncovered crucial evidence, revealing that the car accident was orchestrated by Iwasaki Toshitaka's faction.

Then he was discovered by Toshitaka Iwasaki, who warned him and threatened him with Kosuke Iwasaki's life.

But the younger sister, perhaps out of deep hatred, did not agree or wanted to delay being discovered, and as a result, she was...

Of course, she has always been smart, and it is more likely that she knew that Iwasaki Kosuke posed no threat to them, and that acting recklessly would only result in more harm than good, which is why she did not care about their threat.

They may even have foreseen their own death, so they would likely have left themselves a backup plan.

She certainly wouldn't have expected that she would be the one looking for clues, so she would probably give the clues to someone she trusts.

Could it be Otomo Iwasaki?

Iwasaki Otomo is the leader of the faction to which the Iwasaki Kosuke family belongs. After his parents passed away, he helped with many things. Miyako currently works at his company.

They are people you can absolutely trust.

At least that's what he thought.

The evidence that Ya Neng collected is most likely related to him.

After a period of silent contemplation, he had already walked around the room but had not found the computer.

And Ya cannot possibly not use a computer.

So it was stolen by someone arranged by Jun-hyo?

Since the computer disappeared, it must have contained something important, and the SD card that Ya hid in her mouth was probably backup data.

Iwasaki thought for a while, then walked into his almost unchanged room and lifted the poster next to the bookshelf.

That was a secret space he designed himself, originally known only to him, but Ya had once stumbled upon it.

Remove the covering panel to reveal a square space containing a tablet and a power bank.

Take out the tablet. It requires a password to unlock. Enter the date of the car accident and unlock it correctly.

It was a surveillance video, but it was obscured; it showed the same few cameras he had sensed in the room just now.

Iwasaki estimated the time and began the callback.

Sure enough, just two days ago, there were two people.

No, this person is

Is it Otomo Iwasaki? !

These two people are actually Iwasaki Ohtomo and Iwasaki Toshitaka?

They entered normally, so it's not surprising that Iwasaki Hirotomo had a key to their house; in fact, he had a key even when his parents were still alive.

But why did he come in with Toshitaka Iwasaki?

They didn't exchange any words. Toshitaka Iwasaki even used the device that monitors for recording equipment to scan the area, but miraculously, it didn't detect any hidden surveillance cameras.

Then, Iwasaki Otomo easily found Aya's computer, put it in his briefcase, and left as if nothing had happened.

"Ah."

Iwasaki's face was already icy cold.

It seems that Iwasaki Hirotomo also played some disgraceful role in the car accident.

Everyone knew that the car accident was going to happen, except for their family.

They all deserve to die.

Iwasaki inserted the SD card into the tablet, opened the storage space, but found only one text file named "Last Will and Testament".

My mind is a mess right now.

I finally understand why my parents died.

But I just found it laughable.

They died in vain, and my brother's future was ruined for nothing.

They've discovered my plans, and I'm going to cause a huge scene at that old man's 70th birthday banquet and blow them out of the water!

That is, if I can hold out until then.

Uncle Dayou doesn't support my approach. I've verbally agreed, but I'm still making preparations.

Although I don't think the outcome will be good, my family is just a pitiful bunch of cannon fodder. Even if I give this so-called evidence to the Metropolitan Police Department, they won't be punished. After all, these things are too weak as evidence.

I originally wanted to back up those data, but then I thought better of it. A knife is only useful in the hands of someone who is qualified to wield it.

TNT, all the messages I send will definitely be checked. I don't want to implicate you, so I can only keep them on the memory card. I don't know where this thing will be when I die.

But if you managed to find my suicide note here, please accept my thumbs up! You really are the best!