Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 715 Tokyo Detective
As soon as these words came out, Kamata Jiro's eyes instantly ignited an extremely dazzling light of hope, but Tsukamoto Chitora's expression changed instantly.

Kamata Jiro couldn't believe it: "Really? Sir."

Tsukamoto Chitora's tone was very anxious, he turned his head and asked, "Sir, what is this?"

After going to Triangle Land and Pattaya, Tsukamoto Chitora is very clear about the means and style of the evil god in front of him.

Lawless and decisive, let alone a mere judge, even the prime minister, the emperor, he still dares to move.

This man is a loner, coming and going without a trace, so there is no taboo, but if he really kills in Tokyo, he leaves behind his clothes, and the shocking melons left behind are enough to destroy the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Du Weiguo naturally had a clear understanding of his little thoughts, put his hands on his shoulders, and spoke calmly:
"Chihu, concentrate on driving, don't worry, I will not use violent means, I will strip the cocoon, find out the truth, and give Michiko Kamada justice."

Hearing this, Tsukamoto Chihu was relieved, but at this moment Du Weiguo changed the subject:
"Of course, if during the process someone dares to play tricks, play tricks, and try to turn black and white, then I will no longer abide by the rules of the game. Heh, killing people is much easier than investigating the case."

Du Weiguo's tone was extremely calm, but the evil spirit hidden in it was as deep as the sea, and Tsukamoto Chihuo's little heart, which had just fallen back, suddenly lifted up again.

His face was gloomy, and he gave Jiro Kamada a hard look at the co-pilot, and he greeted all eighteen generations of his ancestors in his heart.

However, Kamada Jiro couldn't take care of these things at this time. He turned around abruptly and knelt down on the seat, the veins on his forehead popped out of excitement, his eyes were burning, and he said in a firm tone:
"Sir, as long as you can help me find out the real culprit who killed my sister and bring him to justice, I, Kamada Jiro, will be yours!"

"Ha!" Du Weiguo was amused by him, slowly stretched out his index finger, and waved it lightly:
"Kamada, this is not acceptable. I do things for others, and I don't want to die. I only charge money, and my charges are very expensive."

Upon hearing this, Kamata Jiro's eyes dimmed instantly, his face was ashen, his lips trembled, but he was unable to speak.

He's not stupid either, Du Weiguo is a big shot that even their president has to support, his boss Chihuo Tsukamoto just kneels down to show his loyalty, and he's just a low-level gang member who can have a fart money?
Du Weiguo saw all of Kamata Jiro's performance, he smiled, and lightly patted Tsukamoto Chitora on the shoulder:

"Chihu, please stop at that Yokado foreign goods store in front."

"Okay, sir."

The car stopped slowly, and Du Weiguo glanced at Jiro Kamata, took out the cigarette case of the th birthday, and took out the last cigarette inside.

After lighting it, Du Weiguo handed the cigarette case in his hand to Jiro Kamata, who was in a state of despair, and said in a calm tone:
"Kamata, go to the store and buy a pack of cigarettes for me. I only smoke this brand, and I only want golden rods."

"Okay, sir."

Kamada took the cigarette case in a daze, turned around numbly, and opened the car door in a daze. At this time, Du Weiguo quietly added:
"Kamada, buy this cigarette with your own money, buy as many packs as you need, understand?"

Hearing this, Kamada was stunned immediately, and then his body trembled violently, looking back at Du Weiguo in disbelief.

From heaven to hell, and back to heaven, Kamada's mood was like a roller coaster, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Du Weiguo sneered, and teased softly: "Heh! You are performing pantomime for me, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you go!"

Tears welled up in Kamata's eyes in an instant, and he choked up and said, "Thank you, thank you sir!"

After he finished speaking, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and ran quickly towards the foreign goods store of Yokado. Du Weiguo rolled down the car window, exhaled the smoke, flicked the ash, and spoke very calmly:

"Akatora, let Kamada quit your Yamaguchi-gumi, and quit today."

Tsukamoto Chitora's eyes were complicated. After pondering for a while, he heaved a sigh of relief and replied in a low tone:
"Yes, I understand, sir, and I thank you on behalf of Jiro Kamata."

Near noon, after picking up the custom-made clothes from Ginza Department Store, only Kamada and Du Weiguo were left in the crown car.

What Du Weiguo will do next has nothing to do with the Yamaguchi-gumi, and Kamada is no longer a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

At this moment, the little finger of his left hand was wrapped in a white cloth, dripping with blood, severed finger, sworn in blood, standing up and leaving the group.

The Yamaguchi-gumi still has a sense of ritual, and Jiro Kamada is not allowed to join any gangs on the main island of Japan for life, otherwise the heavens will kill everyone!
Tsk!Look, how professional they are.

Since Kamada Jiro cut off a little finger, Du Weiguo originally wanted to drive the car himself, but he resolutely refused.

Kamata Jiro's original words are:

"Sir, if I can't continue to work for you with such a slight injury, how can I continue to serve you?"

Hey, people at the bottom have their own rules of survival, Kamada is not stupid, he knows how to hold Du Weiguo's golden thigh tightly.

"First, sir, where are we going now?"

Kamada Jiro was sweating profusely from the pain, his face was pale, but he still endured it very stubbornly. Du Weiguo glanced at him, and said in an unhurried tone:
"Kamada, which hospital or medical school did the autopsy report for your sister, and what is the name of the surgeon, do you remember?"

At present, there is no professional forensic department on Japan's side or the Metropolitan Police Department's side, and it is the medical academy that undertakes the forensic work.

Kamata Jiro frowned and tried hard to recall:
"Remember, remember, it's Tokyo Medical University's Institute of Forensic Medicine, and the doctor's name is Yuji Harada."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally:
"Okay, then let's go to the affiliated hospital of Tokyo Medical University and treat your hand first."

Kamata Jiro said anxiously: "Sir, it doesn't matter to me, it really doesn't matter!"

Du Weiguo smacked his lips: "Kamada, if you want to follow me, you have to learn never to raise objections, understand?"

Kamata Jiro's tone was full of shame: "Yes, I understand, sir."

Du Weiguo nodded:
"This time, I'll make an exception and explain to you, but just this once, first of all, I hate the smell of blood in the car.

In addition, I'm going to meet Yuji Harada, learn about the details of your sister's death, and find out the real motive of Kenichi Ito's murder. "

Kamata Jiro was extremely surprised: "The real motive, sir, what do you mean?"

Du Weiguo's eyes flickered:
"Well, it's just a guess right now. Wait a minute. After seeing Dr. Yuji Harada, I can probably confirm whether my guess is correct."

Tokyo Medical University is located in Bunkyo District, Tokyo, which is also the famous "Medical Capital". Its affiliated hospital and the school headquarters are together.

After Kamata bandaged his fingers, it was past noon. He lost a finger forever, and the severed finger was taken away by Tsukamoto Chitora together with the blood oath.

This is the rule, although it is barbaric and cruel, but Du Weiguo understands it, there is no such thing as a circle without rules.

Kamata sat alone in the car, staring blankly at his severed finger, rubbed it lightly, and murmured to himself:

"Sister, I have already found the most powerful person in the world, and I will definitely find out the real culprit and avenge you.

Sister, sir is a big man like a god descending from the earth, please protect me so that I can always serve by his side. "

After that, Jiro Kamata started the car and slowly drove away from the medical school.

Bunkyo District is the most breath-taking area of ​​Tokyo College, and it is also a place where major universities and large hospitals gather together. The environment is quiet, and most of the people who come and go are polite.

In the afternoon, in the quiet Tokyo Medical University, under the shade of the Institute of Forensic Medicine, there was a bench, and Du Weiguo was sitting quietly on the bench.

The mottled light and shadow imprinted on his face, his handsome appearance was like a knife and an axe, adding a fatal sense of mystery.

That's right, Du Weiguo, the grandson, started fishing with his charisma again. Every time he was in the university environment, he unconsciously became a little bit slutty.

The grandson of Du Weiguo even changed into the new clothes in a showy manner. Now that May is approaching, the weather in the island country is getting hotter.

Today he was wearing a dark blue thin double-breasted suit, a sky blue shirt, and brown leather shoes. He was so handsome that sparks sparked with lightning, like a god descending from heaven.

No, before he sat still, a girl took the bait. The two girls, who looked like college students, approached shyly and politely, and asked in a very polite tone:
"Hello, sir, are you a new student?"

Du Weiguo showed a murderous smile on his face, and said in fluent English:
"Sorry, I just came back from the United States and I don't understand Japanese."

One of the pretty girls, her eyes lit up immediately when she heard what Du Weiguo said, said in fluent English with a slight accent:

"Hi, my name is Morimoto Eri, sir, are you a new transfer student?"

Du Weiguo stood up, bowed politely, and spoke gently and steadily:

"Hello, Ms. Morimoto Eri, my name is Jimmy, a graduate of San Francisco Medical School, and my major is forensic medicine.

I came here to visit Mr. Harada Ikuji of your school, but the senior who introduced me has something to leave, so I will wait here for a while. "

"Mr. Yuji Harada, Mr. Jimmy, I know him, and I can take you to him."

The girl was so enthusiastic that she straddled Du Weiguo's arm directly. She came back from the United States and graduated from a famous school. She has both fame and fortune, and she is so handsome that people can't open their eyes.

With scarce resources like this, there is no such thing as fast hands!Today's girls in Tokyo have already achieved a lot, and they are not far behind the money worshipers of later generations.

In fact, even in later generations, this kind of old-fashioned deception is still very marketable. In some special occasions, if you hear that it is a sea turtle, as long as your appearance is passable.

Make up the lie a little bit more, rent a luxury car, wear a high imitation famous brand, and make a little extravagance, basically there is no possibility of missing.

Being a bridegroom every night is definitely not a dream. Interested students can practice it.

This girl named Morimoto Eri is fair in appearance, more than her upper body than her lower body. Du Weiguo didn't shake off her arm, but touched her waist intentionally or unintentionally.

Morimoto Eri's eyes suddenly turned, and even her voice became charming:
"Let's go, Jimmy, it's lunch break time now, I'll take you to see Mr. Yuji Harada, Nanako, you should go back to the dormitory first."

Du Weiguo only had time to smile and nod to another chubby girl who looked depressed, before he was dragged away by the impatient Eri Morimoto.

Eri Morimoto also has her own little schemes, the girl named Nanako, although she is not as good-looking as her.

But the figure is unexpected, what if Jimmy, who came back from the United States, prefers plump ones?
Fire prevention, anti-theft and girlfriend protection, in 1966, Dongying girls have already done a good job.

The office building of the Institute of Forensic Medicine was very quiet. There was a pungent smell of formalin in the air, and a faint smell of rotting bones, which was a bit penetrating.

At the door of an office on the second floor, Morimoto Eri led Du Weiguo to stop here. She reached out to knock on the door and said softly:
"Jimmy, this is Mr. Yuji Harada's office. He usually stays in the office during his lunch break."

Du Weiguo casually glanced at the photo on the wall, then reached out to stop her arm, and said softly:
"Wait a minute, Ms. Morimoto Eri, I think it's too presumptuous to visit so rashly. My thesis and presents are all with the senior. I'll wait for him for a while, and then come to visit the gentleman."

Du Weiguo's reason is very legitimate. The country of Dongying pays more attention to etiquette, er, let's say so.

Morimoto Eri also nodded sensiblely:

"Well, that's right, Jimmy, you are very thoughtful, so let me wait for your senior with you. By the way, who is your senior? Maybe I still know him?"

Du Weiguo's complexion remained unchanged, and he answered very smoothly:
"Oh, my senior is a professor at the Faculty of Medicine, University of Tokyo. By the way, Ms. Eri Morimoto, I just saw that there is a coffee shop in front of the college. May I have the honor to invite you to have coffee together?"

Upon hearing this, Morimoto Eri immediately beamed with joy: "Okay, I just happen to have no class this afternoon."

Ah!As long as Du Weiguo needs it, Morimoto Eri can stay out of class all the time, even if she doesn't read it, it is probably not a big problem. At this moment, she may have even thought of the child's name.

After sitting in the coffee shop for about an hour, a brand new black duke car stopped at the door of the coffee shop,
Changing into a blue suit, Kamada Jiro quickly got out of the car and bowed deeply to Du Weiguo outside the cafe.

Du Weiguo sent him to change a new car just now, and change another clothes by the way. Since he is no longer in the underworld, he should stop dressing up like a gang member.

This Duke was bought by Du Weiguo himself. The 66-year-old Duke sedan is just as good as the crown. It is the most luxurious sedan in Japan, and it has a rare advantage of 6 seats!
Seeing this car and Kamada's posture, Morimoto Eri's eyes became brighter, her winking eyes were like silk, almost dripping water.

Right now, private cars are rare in Dongying, especially this kind of luxury car, which is even rarer. With Du Weiguo's ostentation, even if he invites her to spend a good night together tonight, he will still be able to grasp it.

"Jimmy, is this car here to pick you up?"

Du Weiguo got up, his tone was still very polite:

"Yes, my family has sent someone to pick me up. It is estimated that senior has something to do and I can't make it for a while. Ms. Morimoto Eri, then I will take my leave today."

After finishing speaking, Du Weiguo got up straight away and strode away without looking back. Eri Morimoto was in a mess on the spot, I am a mother, isn't that how the script was written?

The old lady's skirt has already been turned up, but you said you left beforehand?Isn't this better than a beast?

Three hours later, when the sky was getting dark, a white Nissan car drove out of the medical school. Du Weiguo's eyes flashed, he threw away the cigarette butt, and said in a calm tone:
"Kamada, follow this white Nissan."

"Yes, sir."

Jiro Kamada quickly started the car and quickly posted it. Du Weiguo curled his lips and reprimanded angrily:

"Slow down, get farther away, we are not trying to assassinate, let alone knock over this car, but to follow, follow, understand? The point is not to be discovered."

Kamata Jiro blushed, and said in an embarrassing tone, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sir, I understand."

Half an hour later, the Duke sedan slowly stopped on a road, and Jiro Kamada asked anxiously:

"Sir, why don't we continue to follow?"

Du Weiguo sighed helplessly:
"There is an alley in front of us. If we just followed in a daze, any fool would find out that we were being followed. Get out of the car now to see if the white car has parked in the alley."

"Oh, oh, I see."

Kamata Jiro quickly opened the car door and ran down, Du Weiguo added in a low tone:
"Don't run, just walk slowly through the alley and just glance at it from the corner of your eye."

"Yes, I understand."

At this moment, Kamada Jiro's forehead is already covered with sweat. He is a gangster thug, and he is quite good at fighting and killing. How can he do follow-up and investigation?
Another three hours later, the sky was completely dark, and everything was quiet. In the alley, in a single-family villa, Harada Yuji, who had just fallen asleep, felt palpitations and suddenly opened his eyes.

A shining knife with a cold blade was pressing against his neck, choking his exclamation in his throat.

Harada Yuji glanced sideways at his wife beside him with difficulty. He was still breathing, but he couldn't wake up. He must have been knocked out.

At this moment, the tall black figure holding the knife against his neck spoke, with a hoarse male voice:
"Ikuji Harada, how did Michiko Kamada die?"

Du Weiguo, who was hiding in the corner, stretched out his hand and covered his forehead, alas, this Jiro Kamada is really simple and rude!

(End of this chapter)