Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 115 - 111: Murder, Impersonation, Angry Heize Xin (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 115: Chapter 111: Murder, Impersonation, Angry Heize Xin (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

At 7 PM, the sky hadn’t completely darkened yet, but the street lamps were already lit, and the streets of Tokyo were bustling with noise.

In the Harbor District, South Azabu 3rd District, police cars had filled the area in front of a single-family house, and a cordon was established.

The outermost area was crowded with onlookers.

"Beep—beep beep—" Aoyama Xiu Xin honked the horn in his car for a while before finally driving in.

Even in a Mercedes, traffic was unavoidable.

After getting out of the car, he took out his work badge, hung it around his neck for the police officers at the perimeter to see, then put on the shoe covers and gloves handed to him and entered the house.

Upon entering, in addition to the police filling the room, the most noticeable thing was a woman’s corpse lying on the living room floor.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, with a good figure and appearance, wearing business attire, seemingly just returned home from work and then murdered, with a wound on her neck.

Nakamura Shinichi, who had arrived at the scene first, hurried over to report to Aoyama Xiu Xin: "The victim’s name is Ayase Mihiko, 24 years old, a regular employee in the personnel department at Agricultural and Forestry Facilities Co., Ltd. She died less than three hours ago. The cause of death was asphyxiation and excessive bleeding due to her throat being slit. No signs of struggle at the scene, which suggests the crime went smoothly."

"Two different types of shoe prints were found, suggesting two perpetrators. No fingerprints were left, likely because gloves were worn. Considering they wore gloves but no shoe covers, they aren’t very professional, probably leaving plenty of traces. We’ve already sent someone to retrieve nearby surveillance."

"The house had been rummaged through. No jewelry was found, suggesting the perpetrators might have taken it after the murder, initially suggesting robbery as the motive."

"Umh," Aoyama Xiu Xin acknowledged, then began his search. In the victim’s bedroom, he discovered many designer clothes and luxury items, which a regular company employee’s salary couldn’t support.

If Ayase Mihiko wasn’t a rich second-generation, it meant there were issues with her income, and she might have been killed because of this. Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed, "Quickly clarify her social relationships; also, arrange for someone to pull her phone records from the telecommunications company."

"Hi!" Nakamura Shinichi nodded in response.

After scanning the area without finding any clues, Aoyama Xiu Xin left first. It was just an ordinary murder case; his presence at the scene was already fulfilling his duty. The rest could be handled by Nakamura Shinichi.

Simultaneously, in a private room at a izakaya.

Noda and Xiao Lin, the roommates, met again.

"Noda-kun, well done. Here’s your reward." Xiao Lin pushed a suitcase toward him.

Noda’s expression was somewhat unnatural, but after hesitating, he took the suitcase and opened it to find it full of cash, which made him momentarily breathless.

Any initial hesitation was thrown out of mind.

He closed the suitcase, picked up a glass from the table, drank it in one go, wiped his mouth and said, "Remember to call me again next time for such matters, Mr. Xiaolin."

"Noda-kun, the most I can do here is issue a cover. There won’t be any work after this," Mr. Xiaolin shook his head, adding, "If you really want to do this as a career, you’ll need to find a professional agent; you wouldn’t even know where to find work otherwise."

"I thought you were a hitman’s agent now, Mr. Xiaolin," Noda replied, surprised.

Xiao Linling’s response was ambiguous: "I’m just working for the boss. By the way, are you sure you did a clean job? No traces left at the scene?"

"Absolutely clean!" Noda answered decisively, because he hadn’t laid a finger on anyone, what traces could he have left? When he and his young fellow, Huáng Máo, climbed through a window into the house, they found that the target had already been killed.

Then, after making an indirect phone inquiry and learning that Xiao Lin hadn’t hired other hitmen, he and his fellow simply reported to Xiao Lin that they had killed the person.

No work, just an easy profit.

This time after going in and coming out, his luck had changed.

Xiao Lin was fairly confident about Noda, his bunk-bed mate, mainly because he couldn’t find any other reliable person for the task, and said, "That’s fine."

"I won’t bother you anymore." Noda picked up the suitcase and took his leave, eager to go back and split the money with his associates.

Mainly, since he had deceived Xiao Lin, he felt somewhat uncomfortable and didn’t want to face him here.

Xiao Lin stood to see him off, "Take care, Noda-kun."

After watching Noda leave, he closed the door, picked up a cordless phone, and dialed a number, nodding and bowing as he spoke, "Everything’s settled now, hi! Hi!"

..................

After leaving the crime scene, Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t return to Mrs. Yanahara’s place; instead, he went home.

Unexpectedly, the person who opened the door was Neitian Youji.

Dressed in a white shirt with jeans, white shorts on her feet, topped with short hair, she looked bright and pure.

"Youji?" Aoyama Xiu Xin was slightly taken aback.

He thought about the incident on the train and his expression turned peculiar.

"Brother Xiu Xin." Neitian Youji seemed quite normal, bowed deeply, and stepped aside.

Aoyama Haruko also came over and asked Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Weren’t you supposed to come back later?"

"Something came up." Aoyama Xiu Xin changed his shoes and walked into the living room to find the dining table set with food. He then said, "Add another pair of chopsticks for me; I’m going to wash my hands."

Busy running around, he hadn’t touched a drop of water that evening.

"Hi!" Aoyama Haruko headed to the kitchen.

Neitian Youji closed the door.

After washing his hands, Aoyama Xiu Xin walked to the dining room and sat opposite Neitian Youji. Noticing that the girl didn’t look the slightest bit guilty, just as if she wasn’t the one who had pranked him on the train last time, he deduced she had a good psychological makeup.

Feeling Aoyama Xiu Xin’s gaze, Neitian Youji, who was busy eating, looked up and made a face at him.

"You said you wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight, so I had Youji come over to keep me company," Aoyama Haruko said as she handed a full bowl of white rice to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"I’ll be getting busier with work, having Youji keep you company is a good idea," Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up, took the bowl with both hands, and glanced sideways at the well-behaved Neitian Youji eating, "but she can be a bit mischievous."

"Not at all, Youji is very well-behaved, not only diligent in her work but also good at soothing people. The flower shop’s business has improved a lot," Aoyama Haruko said with a smiling face.

Neitian Youji bowed her head, showing an embarrassed smile, and said in a mosquito-like voice, "Not at all."

"Youji is shy, what a sweet girl!" Aoyama Haruko’s eyes crinkled with delight.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head surreptitiously, suddenly feeling his leg touched. He looked down to see a small foot in a white sock rubbing against his shin.

He looked up at Neitian Youji across the table.

But Neitian Youji just focused on eating her meal, chatting with Aoyama Haruko as though it wasn’t her foot at all.

Aoyama Xiu Xin discretely moved his leg away.

Neitian Youji’s lips curled slightly upward, then she boldly placed both feet on his leg, clumsily mimicking a move from a movie, starting her new prank.

"Shh~"

Aoyama Xiu Xin instantly gasped.

Contributing his part to global warming.

"Xiu Xin, what’s wrong?" Aoyama Haruko stopped chatting with Neitian Youji and turned to look at him.

"Nothing, nothing," Aoyama Xiu Xin responded with a smile, glancing again at Neitian Youji across the table.

Neitian Youji batted her eyelashes, giving him a sweet smile. She picked up new skills quite fast, her movements becoming more adept and joyful.

Half an hour later, her feet started to feel sore, her eyes showing confusion and emptiness. Didn’t the people in the movies get it done very quickly?

Perhaps it was because her skills were still not good enough.

And seeing that no matter how she played, Aoyama Xiu Xin remained composed without any dysfunction, she suddenly felt bored, pouted, and took her feet back.

Aoyama Xiu Xin felt a bit disappointed, after all, being teased by such a beautiful young girl was quite thrilling.

After dinner, Aoyama Haruko went to wash the dishes, and Neitian Youji dutifully went to help, making Aoyama Xiu Xin seriously suspect she didn’t want to give him a chance to be alone with her.

Because she knew he would definitely question her.

After washing the dishes, Neitian Youji bowed to both, carrying her bag, "Thank you Sister Qingzi and Brother Xiu Xin for having me tonight, I’m heading out, see you tomorrow."

She was very polite, sweet, and adorable.

"I’ll walk you home, it’s late, and I worry it might not be safe," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a smile.

"Ah! No need, I’ll take a taxi," Neitian Youji immediately became a bit flustered, hurriedly refusing before turning to leave as if being chased by a wolf.

But she had to put on her shoes, and while she was doing so, Aoyama Xiu Xin grabbed her by the collar, speaking with a gentle smile, "I said I’d walk you home, that’s final. Besides, calling a taxi? What, are you rich now?"

"Yes, Youji, save when you can, just let Xiu Xin walk you home," Aoyama Haruko chimed in.

Neitian Youji’s smile was uglier than crying, nodding despairingly, "Hi!"

............

Meanwhile, at Tokyo District Court.

Heize Xin was meeting with his lawyer.

"Mr. Heize, they refuse to accept your offer to resign voluntarily, insisting on prosecuting you according to legal procedures," the lawyer said with a grave expression.

"Hmph, I’ve worked hard for this country my entire life, and now they won’t even grant me the last bit of dignity," Heize Xin sarcastically laughed, eyes flaming with rage, his fists clenched till the veins showed.

The lawyer, seeing his condition, quickly threw in a change of subject to divert his attention, "By the way, Mr. Heize, we found out about the photo matter. It was Police Headquarters’ detective Aoyama Xiu Xin who handed it over to Yanchuan Xianyou."

He specifically detailed it, fearing that Mr. Heize might not have heard of such a minor figure as Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Idiot! Aoyama Xiu Xin!"

Heize Xin became even more furious upon hearing this. He had never imagined that, after giving that ant a chance out of his goodwill, he would choose to stab him in the back.

If it were just for the corruption, he might still have had a chance to start over.

He should have killed him when he had the chance.

"Aoyama Xiu Xin! Damn Aoyama Xiu Xin!"

Heize Xin was breathing rapidly, his face twitching, his whole body trembling visibly with anger.

"Mr. Heize, calm down, please calm down."

The lawyer hurriedly tried to soothe him because Heize Xin had a cerebral vascular disease that could be triggered by extreme agitation.

"Aoyama Xiu Xin!" Heize Xin, at this moment, couldn’t hear anything the lawyer was saying, continuously repeating the name.