Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 329 - 302: Blood Boiling Mischief, A Murder on a Rainy Night (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 329: Chapter 302: Blood Boiling Mischief, A Murder on a Rainy Night (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Hearing Aoyama Xiu Xin mention his grandfather’s opinion,

Yanchuan Xianyou fell silent for a moment before standing up, walking over to him, and placing a hand on his shoulder.

He spoke with earnest gravity, "Xiu Xin,"

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed his head in response.

Yanchuan Xianyou continued, "Grandpa is old now, more cautious, and values stability in everything. His views differ from those of us who are younger, so we’ll handle this matter ourselves and not tell him for now."

He understood his own grandfather better than Aoyama Xiu Xin did.

He knew that if he dared bring up this idea, he would not only be rejected but might even get a slap in the face.

After all, his grandfather had been intimately involved in building this nation, brick by brick—he had sentimental ties and would never allow him to take part in such treacherous, calamitous deeds.

Of course, from his perspective, it was not so; he was just safeguarding the fruits of his ancestors’ labor in another way, preventing them from being stolen by some parasites.

Yanchuan Xianyou believed that under American dominance, Japan was unlikely to collapse but also had no hope of rising again. So why bother building up the nation? Of course, the most important thing was to build up one’s own house!

As for the fate of the nation, leave it to fate.

"Without Grandpa’s support, the progress of this matter might be very slow, and the difficulty will be greater," Aoyama Xiu Xin reminded him earnestly as he looked up.

Without the old master’s endorsement, Yanchuan Xianyou was just Yanchuan Xianyou and couldn’t utilize the Yanchuan family’s resources.

"Hahaha!" Unable to contain his laughter, Yanchuan Xianyou pointed to himself, "I’m not even thirty this year, you’re not even twenty-five. Our greatest asset is our youth! Time is what we have in abundance!"

"If we cannot do it in one year, then two years, three years, five years, or even ten years! As long as we wish for it and work towards it, there will always be a day when it is accomplished!"

"As for the difficulty you mentioned, if something isn’t difficult, then what’s the point and sense of achievement after it’s done? The greater the difficulty, the greater the reward!"

Damn, this guy’s talking about undercutting the country’s foundations with such self-righteousness and passion.

"Hi!" In sync with the conversation, Aoyama Xiu Xin burst into action with an excited expression and spoke urgently with flushed cheeks, "Brother Xianyou’s words are truly enlightening and comforting. It’s my honor to be involved in such a grand undertaking!"

See, the Japanese themselves don’t hesitate to harm their own country; no wonder he doesn’t feel guilty.

"First, gather and organize information on the various local banks, including details of senior personnel, the state of operations, and so on—it should all be comprehensive. I hope this will make for the best wedding gift," Yanchuan Xianyou said with a light and casual air, setting a timeline for the task.

It was October 20th now, and his wedding was scheduled for the 20th of next month, exactly one month away.

"Hi!" Aoyama Xiu Xin replied decisively, assuring him, "Don’t worry, Brother Xianyou, I’ll speed up the process to present it before your wedding."

"You’ve worked hard, Xiu Xin. It can’t be helped, others have left and right arms, but you are my left and right arms," Yanchuan Xianyou joked.

Aoyama Xiu Xin appeared moved but didn’t take it seriously. He didn’t believe his words at all—Yanchuan Xianyou undoubtedly had other "dogs" behind his back.

After all, even when it came to keeping dogs, he never settled for just one.

"As it should be. Thanks to Brother Xianyou’s care and promotion, I am where I am today. I am willing to go through fire and water for you!" Aoyama Xiu Xin declared his loyalty.

Yanchuan Xianyou patted his shoulder and said no more, "Alright, let’s go have some tea downstairs."

With that, he led the way out.

Aoyama Xiu Xin followed closely and closed the door behind them.

As they descended the stairs, they saw Asai Ayumi and Asakawa Xia chatting and laughing joyfully on the living room sofa.

"The two busy men have finally finished their important talk?"

Seeing the two come downstairs, Asakawa Xia got up and looped her arm around Yanchuan Xianyou’s, looking demurely attached to him.

"Yep," Yanchuan Xianyou replied with a faint smile.

Aoyama Xiu Xin knew that these two weren’t as harmonious as they appeared and that staying there would only make Yanchuan Xianyou, who was putting on a show, uncomfortable. So he immediately excused himself, "Brother Xianyou, sister-in-law, thank you for your hospitality today. I have a meeting at the Police Headquarters, so Ayumi and I won’t keep you from your time alone. We’ll take our leave first."

Asai Ayumi also stood up in succession.

"Take care and drive safely," Asakawa Xia said with a sweet smile and a gentle tone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi bowed and left.

Once outside, Asai Ayumi exhaled a sigh of relief and massaged her temples, "I feel dizzy, afraid of saying something that might upset Asakawa Xia, and having to analyze her words to see what reaction she expects from me, then give her the corresponding feedback—all while pretending to be overjoyed."

In the police system, she was considered quite a princess, used to others courting her, so pleasing Asakawa Xia was somewhat challenging for her.

"Just bear with it for now. One day, I’ll ensure you won’t have to look at anyone’s face or care about their thoughts—you’ll do as you please," Aoyama Xiu Xin reassured her, holding her tender hand with its soft palm and callused center.

Asai Ayumi wore a slight smile on her lips, sweetly moved inside, but responded nonchalantly with a roll of her eyes, "Stop bragging. Even the Prime Minister can’t talk as big as you. If only you could avoid giving me new ’green hats’ outside, I would be immensely grateful."

"I’m merely scared you’ll get cold."

"What did you say?" Asai Ayumi, annoyed, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, "My head feels even dizzier now."

"Fainted again? Let me treat you," Aoyama Xiu Xin tenderly embraced her, expressing his concern.

Asai Ayumi looked puzzled, "How will you treat me?"

"Little bird healing," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied.

Asai Ayumi was completely bewildered, not understanding why he suddenly brought up an irrelevant idiom.

Clearly, she still lacked a deep understanding of the profound Chinese culture and couldn’t grasp its true meaning.

But through Aoyama Xiu Xin’s tireless oral teachings and personal example, she deeply comprehended and thoroughly understood.

Weather, like a woman’s face, can change at a moment’s notice.

The morning sky was clear and boundless.

By the afternoon, dark clouds had gathered.

And at night, there was a torrential downpour.

The raging rain washed over the entire city, as if trying to cleanse the sins and filth hidden beneath its glittering surface.

Though the neon lights still shone brightly, the storm meant few people ventured out, leaving the streets deserted.

In Shinjuku District, a sleek white Porsche roadster swerved unsteadily along the roadside, its faint wails drowned out by the pitter-patter of rain.

A leg in high heels extended out the window, swaying. With a splat, the shoe fell, revealing a small foot clad in flesh-colored stockings, the toes curling inside, as if the person in the car was enduring something. Soon, the entire dainty foot was soaked by the rain, making it appear even more alluring.

Eventually, the foot dangling out the window stopped twitching.

When the car door opened, a shadowy figure braved the rain and vanished into the darkness, leaving behind in the car a middle-aged woman’s body, her clothes in disarray and her head caved in from a blunt object—only half her face was left.

Boom—a flash of lightning tore through the night sky, revealing the deceased woman’s face in a more gruesome and bloody state, reminiscent of a ghastly demon.

At dawn, as the rain stopped, police caution tape had been set up around the white Porsche, with police officers conducting a preliminary investigation. Journalists and onlookers crowded the perimeter.

"What’s the situation?" asked Nakamura Shinichi, displaying his badge as he ducked under the police tape and into the scene.

"The victim is a female, aged forty according to her driver’s license. There was no property loss, no signs of sexual assault, her purse was still intact, and the cause of death was a severe blow to the head—possibly from a hammer. No fingerprints or hair were left at the scene, and no skin was found under the victim’s nails. The perpetrator was meticulous," reported the crime scene investigator.

"Can we confirm the victim’s identity? Have we contacted her family?" Nakamura Shinichi pressed with two immediate questions.

"We contacted her husband using the phone book found in her bag; he should be on his way here already."

No sooner had the crime scene team leader finished speaking than an anguished and agitated voice rang out among the crowd.

"Move aside! Let me through! I’m the victim’s family! You called me here!"

"Sorry, sir, you really can’t go in!"

Nakamura Shinichi turned to look and saw a man in his fifties with a balding hair pattern, desperately trying to get through the police line but being held back.

"Why do I feel like I’ve seen him before?"

Nakamura Shinichi muttered to himself, frowning.

"Shimura Ao, the guy who constantly troubles our police," the team leader identified the man and sighed, "This time it’s his wife who’s died. If we can’t solve the case quickly, he’ll have another excuse to criticize us even more justifiably."

Aoyama Xiu Xin probably never imagined that his offhand remark would indeed come true—Shimura Ao really did have a day where he was relevant to Police Headquarters.

"So it’s him," realized Nakamura Shinichi, calling out, "Let him come through."

"Sir!" The police officers stepped aside to make way.

After Shimura Ao barged in, he pushed aside the policeman at the front of the car, pressed his face against the window to look at the body that had not yet been removed, and instantly teared up. He instinctively reached for the door handle but was stopped by the police.

"Sir, please calm down! Don’t disturb the crime scene; it’ll make our investigation more difficult."

"Get out of my way! Get out!" Shimura Ao howled hysterically, eyes blazing with fury, "That’s my wife!"

It seemed the couple shared a deep affection.

Nakamura Shinichi signaled to the policemen to let Shimura Ao go. Since the forensic team had just mentioned finding nothing on the victim’s body, they might as well let Shimura Ao touch her—if the case remained unsolved, they could pin it on Shimura Ao for damaging the crime scene.

Once free from the police’s hold, the irrational Shimura Ao yanked open the car door, threw himself onto the body, and wept bitterly, eliciting heartache in those who saw it and tears in those who heard it.

After his crying subsided, he gradually calmed down and regained his senses. Upon standing, he looked around and asked, "Who is in charge here?"

"That would be me," Nakamura Shinichi introduced himself as he approached and politely extended a hand, "I am Nakamura Shinichi, Deputy Director of the Homicide Division, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Headquarters, Inspector."

Shimura Ao, however, completely ignored the hand offered to him and glared at him venomously, "In Tokyo, this supposed bastion of civility, my wife’s murder on the streets is already a failure of your police force, a lack of diligence in maintaining public safety! Give it a week; if the killer isn’t caught within one week, that will be an even greater failure on your part, and I absolutely will not let you off the hook!"

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