Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 199 - 193: The Honorable Father is Well-Preserved, Intensify the Corrosion Effort

Chapter 199: Chapter 193: The Honorable Father is Well-Preserved, Intensify the Corrosion Effort

Kanagawa Prefecture, in the desolate land, under the pitch-black night sky, the red and blue police lights alternated, blinking. A dozen police officers from Kanagawa Prefecture were conducting preliminary investigations at the scene.

Two police cars sped in from the direction of Tokyo.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Sanmu Ichiro, dressed in plain clothes, pushed open the door and hurried toward the crowd.

"Chief Sanmu, one of the deceased is indeed the only son of Heize Shengli, a National Member of Parliament. The other body is so decomposed that we can’t identify it for now."

The officer in charge at the scene came up to report.

Although both were chiefs, the level of authority between a chief from Kanagawa Prefecture and one from the Police Headquarters was entirely different.

Sanmu Ichiro’s face darkened, he nodded and walked up to the gravestone. Under the glare of the car lights, he was momentarily stunned by the sight of the gravestone, then plopped down on his knees and threw himself onto the gravestone, shouting, "Father!"

The other police officers looked at each other in confusion behind him.

Was the second body Chief Sanmu’s father?

But... isn’t it a bit too young? Died prematurely? That’s not right. If he had died that young, how could the body not be completely decomposed? A supernatural event?

Everyone felt a chill creep up their spines.

The more fearful unconsciously took several steps back.

"Chief Sanmu, I offer my deepest condolences," the chief from Kanagawa Prefecture said sympathetically, though a bit stiffly.

Sanmu Ichiro, supporting himself on the gravestone, turned and nodded to the chief, "Thank you, but my father passed away more than ten years ago, and I have grown accustomed to it."

"Gurgle~"

Hearing these words, everyone looked again at the "fresh" body that wasn’t completely decomposed and swallowed their saliva, silently retreating a few more steps.

More than ten years and still not decomposed! This could be a turning corpse!

"Is... Is that so?" Sweat formed on the forehead of the chief from Kanagawa Prefecture as he tried to laugh it off, "Then your father down there must have been very well preserved, he doesn’t look old at all."

Idiot! What the hell am I saying?

He turned to his subordinates and shouted, "Quickly find some high-quality timber to encase the body of Police Chief Sanmu, and after dawn, we’ll rebury him with dignity."

"Huh?" Sanmu Ichiro was momentarily stunned, realizing the misunderstanding, he stood up and glared at the chief, scolding irritably, "Idiot! This isn’t my father’s body, use your pig’s brain to think, if he died more than a decade ago, could the body still be that intact?"

Hearing this, a sigh of relief escaped everyone.

Damn it, scared to death in the middle of the night.

"Ah? Then... what were you doing just now..." The chief from Kanagawa Prefecture’s brain seemed to short-circuit.

Wasn’t it you who dashed to the gravestone yelling ’Dad’?

Sanmu Ichiro rapped on the tombstone and said with a dark face, "It’s just that the gravestone is my father’s. It was stolen last night, those bastards!"

He could guess the reason. The murderer buried the bodies after killing, then stole a gravestone to mislead others.

After all, if someone dug up a body from the ground,

they would certainly call the police.

But if everyone knew this was a grave, then they’d all know there was a body inside, and naturally, no one would dig it up.

He happened to run into a grave robber.

Otherwise, these two bodies might have rotted to bone without anyone noticing; it could only be called a chance coincidence.

"Ah, so that’s it!" exclaimed the chief from Kanagawa Prefecture, then angrily said, "The murderer is utterly heinous! Not only did he brutally kill National Member of Parliament Heize’s only son, but he also stole the courageous Police Chief Sanmu’s gravestone. We must catch him and bring him to justice!"

"Who found the body?" Sanmu asked.

The chief from Kanagawa Prefecture pointed to the pale-faced Abe Takashi, "Chief Sanmu, it was him."

Sanmu Ichiro slowly turned his head to look, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Idiot, you were trying to rob my father’s grave?"

"Chief, didn’t you say this wasn’t your father’s grave?" Abe Takashi protested.

Sanmu Ichiro stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face, berating him sharply, "But you didn’t know that beforehand! You only knew the gravestone implied a Police Chief was inside. If this had been my father’s grave, you would have dug it up, wouldn’t you, you bastard?"

"Yes!" Abe Takashi dared not argue any further.

Sanmu Ichiro snorted coldly and said no more, turning to the chief from Kanagawa, speaking flatly, "Tell me about the situation at the scene."

Regardless, the man did help him find his father’s gravestone and Mr. Heize’s body.

A slap to vent frustration was enough.

"Yes!" The chief from Kantagawa Prefecture bowed and spoke up slowly, "Mr. Heize’s death occurred within the last 48 hours. From the marks on his neck, it appears he was strangled with a rope. Some flakes of skin were also found under his fingernails, but further tests are needed to confirm if they’re his own."

"This pit wasn’t dug recently. We speculate that the decomposed body was killed and buried by someone first, then last night, the murderer killed Mr. Heize and discovered the decaying body here while disposing of it, so in order to save effort, he simply buried Mr. Heize as well."

"But because the pit was only big enough for one person, burying two made the soil piled on top thicker and thicker, which created a small mound, so they outright stole a tombstone to mislead others."

"The evidence of fresh digging next to the pit suggests that the murderer did not know that there was another body buried here, therefore we can rule out the possibility that the decomposed body was also killed by the kidnappers of Mr. Heize."

His speculation almost perfectly reconstructed the situation.

"I will investigate Mr. Heize’s death. Kanagawa Prefecture can look into the cause of death for the decomposed body. Judging by his clothes and watch, he was probably wealthy or powerful," Sanmu Ichiro mused.

He still had to catch the kidnappers and murderers of Mr. Heize and couldn’t be distracted by another case. Moreover, this was Kanagawa’s jurisdiction, after all. He couldn’t hog all the credit and had to leave something for the locals.

The chief from Kanagawa Prefecture replied, "Yes!"

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

The long night dragged on, and as the early hours came, the lively streets of Tokyo at night had dispersed, leaving only groups of delinquents and drunken revelers wandering the empty streets.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood in a private room in Qingzhu Garden, a high-end private club operated by Koreans in the Shibuya District, frequented by Europeans, Americans, and some prestigious Japanese figures.

At that moment, Tangong Huizi stood respectfully before an elderly man, reporting on the possible kidnapping and murder of Heize Shengli’s only son by Koreans.

The old man, Cui Guiwen, was the Chairman of the Great Korean Civil Group General Assembly in Japan, essentially the leader of all Koreans in Japan, with considerable resources at his disposal.

After all, they had their own schools, hospitals, businesses, media, and even banks in Japan.

This was the support that allowed them to continuously infiltrate the Japanese political circle, fighting for equal rights for Japanese and Koreans.

Put it this way, almost every corruption scandal exposed in Japan had intricate ties with them, as their main strategy involved corroding the integrity of various government officials to achieve their goals.

It was also due to their efforts that Koreans in Japan had achieved equal treatment in insurance, education, and healthcare.

At the same time, they strove to persuade the Japan National Congress to enact legislation that would allow Koreans in Japan to apply for Japanese civil service positions, though progress in this area was slow.

But this thoroughly demonstrated their influence.

Therefore, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s attitude towards them was one of avoidance rather than confrontation, ensuring he did not offend them, even if he did not actively cooperate.

"Idiot! Those bastards!" Cui Guiwen erupted in fury upon hearing Tangong Huizi’s report, and with a rageful swipe, he knocked his teacup to the ground.

Kidnapping and murdering the only son of a National Member of Parliament.

If this incident were to be exposed, not only would they gain a staunch opponent in Congress, but it would also provoke widespread Japanese resentment towards Koreans.

Every step forward had been tremendously difficult for them, and this single incident could set them back considerably.

Stopping the exposure was now impossible.

The only thing left to do was to minimize the impact.

As Aoyama Xiu Xin had said, helping to catch the murderer and handing them over to the Police Headquarters might not earn Heize Shengli’s forgiveness, but it could at least reduce the enmity.

"I will have someone look into this matter," said Cui Guiwen with a somber expression. Then, lifting his head, he turned to Tangong Huizi, "Hui Ya, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s potential is common knowledge now. No, he can’t be described as just having potential anymore. As the son-in-law of the Asakai family, he naturally exerts a certain influence over the Police Headquarters."

"The matter of the automated loan machine further reveals the intricate web behind him; such a figure is even more valuable for us to win over than some National Members of Parliament. You must try harder with him."

There are differences among Members of Parliament.

Some of them do not have access to the resources and influence that Aoyama Xiu Xin currently enjoys.

"Father, I have already been working hard, but he always keeps his distance from me on purpose," Tangong Huizi said respectfully. Indeed, she was Cui Guiwen’s daughter, albeit illegitimate, and bore her mother’s surname.

"Idiot!" Cui Guiwen glared and scolded sharply, "That just means you’re not working hard enough!"

Tangong Huizi bowed her head silently, not daring to rebut.

"No man can resist wealth, lust, or power; if he does, it’s only because he can’t obtain them," Cui Guiwen said, his tone softening slightly, earnestly continuing, "Offer him the most beautiful women, and help his brother enter Congress next year."

The coming July was the election for the House of Representatives.

"But Father, isn’t it said that the brothers are on bad terms?" Tangong Huizi asked, lifting her head in confusion.

Cui Guiwen let out a light chuckle, "Even in discord, the bone’s broken but the tendons remain connected. As long as his brother carries our endorsement, external circumstances will force him to draw ever closer to us, and eventually, he will have no choice but to heed our commands."

"And precisely because they are at odds, he is powerless to prevent us from investing in his brother!"

"Father, you are wise!" Tangong Huizi lavished with praise.

Cui Guiwen spoke with profound meaning, "Hui Ya, if you can win over Aoyama Xiu Xin, you must set aside your dignity. It isn’t for yourself but for all our compatriots. Your efforts will be remembered."

"Yes, Father, I am willing to sacrifice everything for this cause," Tangong Huizi replied firmly.

Yet she felt helpless inside, having already offered her body – but Aoyama Xiu Xin was not interested.

It seemed like she had to try with a famous actress.

After all, men enjoy the thrill of subjugating celebrities.

"Go," said Cui Guiwen, dismissing her.

After bowing, Tangong Huizi turned and left the room.

A youthful and handsome twenty-something man stepped forward and said, "Father, she is your daughter after all. Is it appropriate to have her use her body to please a Japanese man?"

"I have many daughters," Cui Guiwen stated impassively, his eyes filled with indulgence as he softly spoke to the young man, "But only one son. It’s all for you. It’s their honor to pave the way for you, the only male heir to our family."

He was a son born late in life, and he had even remarried for the sake of having him, doting greatly on his son.

"Then my sisters will just have to endure," Cui Yuanzhe said moved, though he didn’t truly take his half-sisters to heart; instead, he only feigned this sentiment to please his father, to be seen as an affectionate and dutiful son.

"Go to South Korea," Cui Guiwen instructed, "Maintaining connections at home is also important. I am old, and it’s imperative that they get to know you while I am still alive."

The Great Korean Civil Group’s prominence in Japan was ultimately dependent on the support from back home, so those domestic relationships were the foundation.

"Yes, Father," Cui Yuanzhe understood this principle well and knew his father was preparing the way for his ascendance to power. His cheeks flushed with excitement and anticipation.

Those old fogies in the Civilian Corps always looked down on him, didn’t they? Just wait until he was in charge; then he would make them pay for their current disdain!

He was eager to prove himself.