Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 142 - 138: Asano’s Prophecy, Japanese Specialty Cuisine

Chapter 142: Chapter 138: Asano’s Prophecy, Japanese Specialty Cuisine

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Before leaving the office, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Aoyama Xiu Xin said indifferently.

Nakamura Shinichi opened the door, quickly walked up to the desk, and bowed, "Chief, you asked me to keep track of the prosecutor’s office’s progress, and I just found out that Noda has been indicted by the prosecution. The trial begins in three days."

"So soon?" Aoyama Xiu Xin furrowed his brows.

He immediately felt something was off since both the prosecution office and the court were always busy, especially with the Tokyo District Court and the local prosecution handling heavier cases.

Therefore, unless it’s an extremely serious case,

it’s impossible to jump the queue; even normal murder cases take ten days to half a month before being brought to trial.

Some even take months before charges are pressed.

Nakamura Shinichi nodded slightly, "Yes, I also found it odd, so I hurried to inform you."

"Which prosecutor?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

Nakamura Shinichi, already familiar with these details, promptly responded, "Suzuki Junko."

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the phone to call Yamada.

"Moshi moshi."

"Mr. Yamada, it’s me, Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Oh, Mr. Aoyama, what is it? Trying to remind me of the drink I owe you?" Yamada Yuuji’s initially formal tone immediately warmed up.

"Drinks can wait any time; I’m not that impatient," chuckled Aoyama Xiu Xin and then brought up the matter at hand, "There’s a prosecutor called Suzuki Junko at the Tokyo local prosecution. Do you know her, Mr. Yamada?"

"Suzuki Junko," Yamada Yuuji didn’t rush to answer but asked, "Mr. Aoyama, why are you suddenly inquiring about her? Surely you haven’t taken a liking to her?"

"Mr. Yamada, this is important to me," Aoyama Xiu Xin stated earnestly, not in the mood for jokes.

Sensing the seriousness in his tone, Yamada Yuuji also turned serious and responded, "She’s just a regular prosecutor in the Criminal Department, known for her meticulous and fair handling of cases, a reputation boosted by her father being the Vice Minister at the local prosecution."

"Really meticulous and fair?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

He asked this because he knew all too well how inflated these words could be, as his own external reputation mirrored these exact qualities.

Yamada Yuuji understood immediately, replying, "Hmm, after all, her father looks out for her, letting her handle cases as she sees fit, so no one dares to trouble her, which ensures the most fair results in any case she handles."

While prosecutors hold high authority, there is always someone higher, yet ordinary prosecutors often have to compromise with the powerful—

unless they are like Suzuki Junko, who has connections and protection no matter what.

"And Vice Minister Suzuki?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked.

"He’s much more flexible, but he is very fond of Suzuki Junko," added Yamada Yuuji and then asked, "Is there something I can help you with?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin pondered; since Suzuki Junko was renowned for being meticulous and fair, she would not have overlooked the issues hidden in this case, nor would she have indicted so hurriedly and gone through the process.

There is something unnatural about these events that suggests foul play.

"Mr. Aoyama?" Yamada Yuuji, hearing no reply from the other end, called out tentatively.

Aoyama Xiu Xin snapped back to reality and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Yamada. I won’t hesitate to ask for help if needed, but I won’t disturb you now."

Had Suzuki Junko not been this kind of character or not a "second generation official," perhaps Yamada Yuuji’s intervention could have resolved this. But now, it wasn’t feasible.

Involving Yamada Yuuji in dealing with people like Suzuki Junko would only complicate matters.

"Go check if Suzuki Junko and Asano Hirofumi are connected. Let’s not allow this youngster to sneak one by us," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed Nakamura Shinichi.

"Roger!" Nakamura Shinichi responded.

"Do it fast; we need to clearly understand everything and have a plan before the trial," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed.

Nakamura Shinichi’s expression was grave, "I’ll look into it overnight. If I can’t find anything, I won’t sleep."

Aoyama Xiu Xin patted his shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Nakamura Shinichi bowed and turned to leave. As he opened the door, he saw Yoshikai Yoshitsune about to knock on the door.

"Senior Nakamura," Yoshikai Yoshitsune withdrew his hand and bowed, then stepped aside to make way.

Nakamura Shinichi nodded in response and hurried away.

Yoshikai Yoshitsune, holding a document, entered the office and shut the door, saying, "Chief, the list of high school and university students who dropped out, transferred, or died between November 7, 1990, and the beginning of the new school term in 1991, which you asked me to check, is ready."

While speaking, he handed over the list.

"So many," Aoyama Xiu Xin took the document and began to flip through it, frowning at the total of 37 names.

He glanced at it once then dropped it on the desk, instructing Yoshikai Yoshitsune, "Check if there’s a small group of two males and one female who often hung out together among these 37 people."

Since those three killers had managed to jointly commit multiple murders, indicating a close relationship, they must surely have spent time together even when not committing crimes.

It had been just over a year; they only needed to inquire among these 37 students’ former classmates and teachers.

"Roger!" Yoshikai Yoshitsune bowed his head in response.

After work, Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t leave but stayed until almost eight before driving to Neitian Youji’s house.

At that moment, Asano Hirofumi, who had taken the entire afternoon off from work, was drinking sullenly in Suzuki Junko’s company.

"Brother Hirofumi, stop drinking, you’ve had a lot already," Suzuki Junko, sitting opposite him, worriedly persuaded as she reached for his glass.

A drunkard and a young lady with a deceivingly innocent face made for quite an eye-catching pair.

Many people around were frequently turning back to look.

Asano Hirofumi pushed away the hand trying to grab his drink and drained it in one gulp, saying, "A living person was beaten to death right in front of me, yet they all brazenly distort the truth. We should be upholding the law, but they are trampling on it!"

The Japan Police shouldn’t be like this.

Even so, he still wanted to change the situation.

Seeing the man she loved so tormented and despondent, Suzuki Junko clenched her teeth in hatred towards Aoyama Xiu Xin, whom she had never met, "Brother Hongwen, I’ve already asked my father to step in and prioritize Noda’s case for appeal. They’ll be facing an investigation soon."

As long as Noda retracts his confession in court and reveals his injuries to accuse Nakamura Shinichi and Aoyama Xiu Xin of torture, due to public pressure, they will be suspended and undergo an investigation. The murder case of Ayase Mihiko will also be reopened, and everything will revert to its proper order.

Furthermore, if Aoyama Xiu Xin is penalized for this, Brother Hongwen will be able to take his place.

"Junko, Aoyama Xiu Xin... Aoyama Xiu Xin is ruthless and ambitious, disregards the law, and is only concerned with personal gain. If one day he gains high office, he will surely bring disaster upon the entire country. We are saving the country!" Asano Hirofumi spoke agitatedly.

Although Suzuki Junko found Asano Hirofumi’s words a bit exaggerated, she could feel how much he cared about Aoyama Xiu Xin, which made her curious. Could a mere Police Superintendent truly become a national scourge one day?

To have the stature to bring disaster upon a nation, one would at least need to be a National Member of Parliament or a Cabinet Minister.

She didn’t believe that Aoyama Xiu Xin could climb that high; becoming the Director of the Police Department would be impressive enough.

Asano Hirofumi was already drunk, venting his frustrations unreservedly, "I know you don’t believe..."

"I believe, Brother Hongwen, I believe whatever you say," Suzuki Junko blurted out quickly.

Just like a groveling sycophant, no, that’s exactly what she was.

Asano Hirofumi continued solo, "He doesn’t even seem like a Japanese. I can’t see any identification with this country or his identity in his eyes. I even suspect he’s a foreign spy."

If Aoyama Xiu Xin had heard this, he surely would have been astounded. Damn, you could see that?

Suzuki Junko couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

It felt like Brother Hongwen was getting more and more absurd.

But since Brother Hongwen hated him, she must help to get rid of him at all costs, hmph!

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

It was over seven fifty in the evening.

Aoyama Xiu Xin arrived at Neitian Youji’s house.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" He stood outside the apartment and knocked.

From inside came Neitian Youji’s voice, "The key is under the carpet, Brother Xiu Xin, come in."

"Making it all mysterious, what’s the trick?" With some expectation, Aoyama Xiu Xin bent down, took out the key from under the carpet, opened the door, and walked in.

The room was pitch black, and he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.

"Why don’t you turn on the lights? Where are you, Youji?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin called out, but received no response.

He fumbled around on the wall and finally found the light switch, click, and the room instantly lit up as bright as day.

Aoyama Xiu Xin could now see the scene in front of him.

He was momentarily frozen in place.

Although he was a worldly man, he had never seen such a shocking scene before.

On the dining table, Neitian Youji lay naked with her pale body cushioned by bright red and purple petals, each petal topped with sashimi, sushi, or a dessert.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery, and her tender lips looked even more tantalizing than the sweets on her body.

It was the legendary nyotaimori.

Indeed a Japanese specialty.

That was really special!

This was truly a feast for the eyes.

In matters of perversion, Japan was always at the forefront of the world, only slightly behind India.

But fortunately, Aoyama Xiu Xin was quite perverted too.

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

The evening news reported on the press conference held by the Police Headquarters in the morning, announcing that the Kanagawa Prefecture shootout case had been solved and one of the main perpetrators, Yamamoto, had been arrested.

With the police solving the case so quickly, the concerned citizens of Tokyo were jubilant.

But one person was very unhappy about it.

"Idiot! Idiot!"

In a brightly lit room, Yoshida Tomo angrily grabbed an ashtray and smashed it onto the television. With a crash, the screen shattered and the ashtray embedded itself inside.

Smoke slowly began to billow from the TV.

"Do you think you’re safe because you were arrested and thrown in prison? I’ll kill you again even if you go to Hell!"

Yoshida Tomo shouted with deranged hatred.

He was living the rest of his life to avenge his cousin.

Yamamoto was captured, but still alive, so this matter wasn’t over; he had to kill him personally.

And he had to tell him why he was dying.

He would spare no effort to achieve this.