Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 128 - 124: Heize Xin Steps Down, A Headache of a Case

Chapter 128: Chapter 124: Heize Xin Steps Down, A Headache of a Case

As he stepped out of the local prosecution’s main entrance, the morning breeze brushed across his face, and Heize Xin closed his eyes, intoxicated.

This was the scent of freedom, utterly intoxicating.

He stood there for a while before getting into the car.

The driver started the vehicle and slowly drove away.

"Is there any news about Harayama Heiji?" As soon as he got into the car, Heize Xin closed his eyes to feign sleep, asking indifferently.

The lawyer in the passenger seat looked back respectfully and replied, "Not yet. The prosecutors can’t find him either."

Harayama Heiji, as Heize Xin’s secretary, was being sought after by those wanting to help Heize Xin, as well as those eager to kick him while he was down, but he was nowhere to be found.

After all, they could never have dreamed that on the day Heize Xin’s mishap occurred, Harayama Heiji had been buried in the ground by a person they deemed insignificant.

Not even watered or fertilized.

"Forget it, no news might just be the best news," sighed Heize Xin. Then, regaining his spirit, he said, "We need to come up with a plan against Aoyama Xiu Xin as soon as possible. He must pay the price!"

If he had been defeated by an opponent of his own caliber, he would have chosen a dignified exit, but having been outwitted by Aoyama Xiu Xin, a petty character, really frustrated him.

A bellyful of anger needed to be vented.

"Sir!" The lawyer answered with a solemn face.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong."

Just then, his cell phone rang.

"Moshi moshi," the lawyer answered the call.

"Please let Mr. Heize listen to the phone."

The lawyer hesitated for a moment but still turned to pass the phone to Heize Xin, "Sir, it’s for you."

"Hello," Heize Xin took the phone.

"Mr. Heize, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

Heize Xin’s breath stalled instantly, his eyes darkening, and he coldly said, "What, are you trying to grovel before me? I won’t make the same mistake again, Aoyama Xiu Xin, you bastard!"

He never expected this guy to dare contact him.

"Mr. Heize seems to really hate me. It’s an honor to be remembered by someone as important as you," said Aoyama Xiu Xin from the side of the canal, standing by his car, watching the ships go by. The morning breeze from the river made his clothes flutter and rustle.

Heize Xin, realizing that Aoyama Xiu Xin was not pleading but provoking him, was enraged and said darkly, "Aoyama Xiu Xin, even if I’ve lost some power, dealing with vermin like you is still more than within my abilities. Cherish every day, because you don’t have much time left to breathe. I mean what I say."

"By the way, Mr. Heize, what color car do you like?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked curiously.

This question seemed utterly nonsensical to Heize Xin.

"Ah!" At that moment, the driver suddenly exclaimed.

Then, with a terrified expression, he fiercely turned the steering wheel.

Heize Xin felt the car shake and subconsciously looked up, only to be shocked to his core. He saw a full-loaded green dump truck speeding straight towards them.

It was upon them in a mere instant.

"Boom!"

Before he could react, the two vehicles collided. Accompanied by a loud crash, the Mercedes’s front end vanished instantly. The driver and the lawyer in the passenger’s seat died on impact, and the car was knocked into the air, rolling twice before landing on the ground.

But the dump truck continued at undiminished speed, crashing into the remaining half of the Mercedes with a loud clash that caved in the side of the rear seat.

Cries of shock arose from onlookers at the scene.

Only then did the dump truck finally come to a forced halt.

But inside the car, Heize Xin’s heartbeat nearly stopped.

He could not feel pain anywhere, only dizziness and confusion, with his vision blurring.

"Hehe, it seems Mr. Heize has received the car I sent. I chose green for you, symbolizing life and hope. How about it, do you like it?"

The cell phone inside the car had never been hung up, and Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke with a light, floating tone.

"It’s... it’s... you..."

Hearing this, Heize Xin was shocked and furious, and with disbelief, he gasped, "It’s me, oh, and Mr. Heize need not worry about being lonely on the road to Yellow Springs. Harayama Heiji is waiting below to serve you."

"If Mr. Heize had ever played jungle chess, he would know that a mouse, no matter how small, can swallow an elephant."

After finishing his words, Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up the phone and threw it forcefully into the canal with a splash. Watching the water spray, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag.

"Whoosh—"

The weight on his chest was finally lifted.

If he hadn’t made the first move today, it would likely be him dying once Heize Xin took action again.

"Beep-beep-beep—"

At the accident scene, listening to the busy signal from the phone, Heize Xin’s thoughts grew increasingly blurred, his eyes filled with bitterness as two tears slid from his eyes.

His political life was ended by a nobody, and now his flesh and blood life was also terminated by the same person.

Idiot, how did Aoyama Xiu Xin dare to be so brazen, to dare to kill him — how could he dare!

The events of his life flashed through his mind like a rapidly changing slide show, the images finally pausing on that afternoon, where Aoyama Xiu Xin lay prostrated before him, begging for a chance to retrieve the photos.

Always ruthless, a man used to murder at whim, he had spared the man out of a fondness for talent, only to ruin his career and his life...

In his heart, Heize Xin was filled with unwillingness, regret, and rage.

He died breathless and unwilling.

After finishing a cigarette, Aoyama Xiu Xin casually tossed the cigarette butt into the river. He was now Japanese, and it was the face of the Japanese people he was defiling, so there was no need to be principled.

He then turned and got into his car.

He picked up his frequently used phone and dialed out.

"Mr. Yamakawa, arrange for a few people..."

The news of Heize Xin’s death in a car accident caused a certain stir in Tokyo’s political circles. Given his special status, no one thought it was an accident.

Of course, no one would suspect Aoyama Xiu Xin.

After all, his status was too low, a minor character, where would he get the guts to murder Heize Xin?

But they all tacitly gave hints to the local prosecution and the police not to look too deeply into it, because the death of Heize Xin was actually the result many wished for but could not achieve.

Of course, the prime suspects would still be criticized by others, after all, Heize Xin was already defeated, and physical elimination was too vicious.

In any case, whatever happened, the death of Heize Xin was a full stop to the series of disturbances caused by him.

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

Aoyama Xiu Xin sent Heize Xin off.

And Nipponjiro was about to send off his big brother.

Regarding the setup and framing of Aoyama Xiu Xin, Ninpei Oshiro held a press conference yesterday to respond, publicly bowed to apologize, and promised to resign as a National Member of Parliament.

As for the reason why he framed Aoyama Xiu Xin, he did not elaborate, just vaguely touched on it.

He then booked a flight to the United States for today.

After all, those reporters had been waiting at his doorstep because of this matter, and if he didn’t leave, not only would the situation intensify, but his family’s life would also be affected.

"Big brother, I’m sorry, it’s all because of me that all your efforts from the past few years have come to nothing, and now you still have to go far off to the United States." At the airport entrance, Nipponjiro looked at his big brother with self-reproach.

With dark circles under his eyes, Ninpei Oshiro had clearly not rested well the night before and responded calmly, "This has little to do with you. It was my own lack of skill, Erlang, just focus on your matters, do not provoke Aoyama Xiu Xin on purpose. This matter is not over, I will settle the score with him when I return."

If he had struck Aoyama Xiu Xin before for the sake of his brother and family interests, now he had his own grudge against him and could not rest.

Even though he now appeared very calm.

But he was very upset last night, after all, once he left, it was equivalent to wasting the past few years, and upon returning from abroad, he would have to start over from scratch.

Therefore, he harbored deep hatred for Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"I understand, big brother, don’t worry." Nipponjiro said with his mouth, but he had made up his mind to redeem his and his brother’s honor.

Ninpei Oshiro patted his shoulder, "Don’t act on your own, Father will not let Aoyama Xiu Xin off, he will definitely teach him a lesson. Consider it as taking interest first, and when I come back, we’ll calculate the principal."

Nipponjiro was unconvinced. His father was too outward-facing, hardly looking like he would protect his son.

Taking revenge would still only depend on himself.

"Alright, it’s getting late." Ninpei Oshiro glanced at his watch and left with his wife.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, I will definitely come back!

"Big brother, have a smooth journey!"

Nipponjiro shouted after his retreating figure.

Without looking back, Ninpei Oshiro waved his hand.

Not until his big brother’s figure was out of sight did Nipponjiro turn to leave, his expression dark yet excited.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, wait for me to join your game.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

Inside the office, Aoyama Xiu Xin sneezed three times in a row, sniffed his nose, and continued to examine the file of a series of serial killings, noting down important points as he read.

Victim Number 1, male, 22 years old, a junior at the Tokyo Institute of Technology, from Saitama Prefecture, died on the evening of January 26, 1990, beaten to death and tortured, with no skin intact on his body. Besides the victim, three sets of footprints and multiple fingerprints were found at the scene; one of the murderers was estimated to be a woman based on shoe size.

Victim Number 2, male, 35 years old, taxi driver, from Tokyo, died on March 5, 1990, also suffered beating and torture before death, and eventually died due to excessive blood loss after being bound at the limbs and having his arteries severed. This time, besides three sets of footprints, only one fingerprint was found, which matched one of the fingerprints at the first crime scene.

Victim Number 3, female, 18 years old, just graduated from high school, from Kanagawa Prefecture, died on May 7, 1990, subjected to brutal violence, strangled to death after being raped by two men, two men’s bodily fluids were found, there were also three sets of footprints at the scene, but no fingerprints.

Victim Number 4, male, 27 years old, restaurant waiter, from Hokkaido, died on August 8, 1990, suffered violence before death, his genitals were cut off, there were also three people’s footprints at the scene, as well as a strand of woman’s hair that had fallen.

Victim Number 5, female, 24 years old, a hostess in a night club, from Tokyo, died on November 7, 1990, she had been beaten, not violated, and the cause of death was decapitation. Again, three people’s footprints were found at the scene but no fingerprints or hair were discovered.

Because the case was so heinous, the Tokyo Police collected over one hundred thousand fingerprints and DNA samples from possible suspects in 1990 and 1991, but all to no avail.

The killer never appeared after the last case, as if they had vanished from the face of the earth.

"Sigh," Aoyama Xiu Xin exhaled.

He could feel a headache coming on.

From the records at the crime scenes, the killer’s methods were becoming more mature, leaving fewer and fewer traces.

With five victims of different ages, identities, genders, occupations, and places of origin, with almost no completely overlapping details, the murderer was most likely killing at random, which is the toughest type of case to crack.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was ready to give up after dragging it out for some time, to tell Renping Kuniaki he was powerless.

Although others referred to him as a brilliant detective, he knew his limitations well. His high case closure rate was because he only handled the closures, not caring what the actual truth was.

But this case had no fall guy.

"Knock knock knock!" Suddenly, a knock on the door.

Aoyama Xiu Xin called out, "Come in."

"Inspector, I’ve made progress in the investigation into the murder of Ayase Mihiko and the Kimura family," announced Nakamura Shinichi as he entered, beaming with excitement.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s attention was immediately shifted from the serial killings, and he asked, "What progress?"

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