In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 179: Encountering an assassin's attack, meeting Dean Takizawa for the first time
After returning home, he closed the door, sat down on the sofa, squinted his eyes, exhaled, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

He was very tired during this period because of the condemnation of his conscience and the fear of retaliation or silencing.

Only when I am busy can I force myself not to think about these things, but once there is no work to divide my attention, all kinds of thoughts will come to my mind again.

He really regretted killing Ihara Aiko.

But there's no use regretting it now.

After a while, he was ready to take a shower, but the moment he stood up, his body froze in place. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a faint shoe print at the door of the master bedroom.

Japanese people change their shoes when entering the house, and he lives alone, so there should be no possibility of shoe prints.

Fujimoto Ryoichi pursed his lips. He didn't know if anyone was still inside, but he had handed in his service gun when he got off work. He also had another gun at home, which he could keep in the bedroom.

His first reaction was to leave, but then he wanted to know who had approached him, and whether it was related to Ihara Aiko. Giving him a result earlier would save him from being worried and anxious.

Ryoichi Fujimoto walked into the kitchen and took a knife, then quietly approached the master bedroom. He grasped the handle and gently pressed down to unlock the door, then slowly pushed it open a crack. In an instant, a sharp short blade pierced out from the crack in the door.

Caught off guard, although Fujimoto Ryoichi quickly leaned his upper body back to avoid the knife, his forearm was still stabbed. He kicked out while dodging.

"Bang!"

The person behind the door was hit by the door and staggered back a few steps. The door was completely opened, and Fujimoto Ryoichi could see the man's appearance clearly. He had a crew cut, was no more than 30 years old, had wheat-colored skin, and a strong body.

"Who are you and why are you killing me?"

Fujimoto Ryoichi asked with a serious expression.

But the killer said nothing, and rushed towards him again with a knife in his hand with a fierce look in his eyes. Fujimoto Yoshiichi went up to fight with him. After a few exchanges of fists and feet, he soon realized that he was no match for his opponent, and he retreated while fighting.

"boom!"

Suddenly, he made a mistake and was kicked hard in the chest, and fell to the ground.

The killer was stabbing at him fiercely with a knife.

In panic, Fujimoto Yoshiichi grabbed a stool and smashed it hard, hitting the killer on the head with a bang. The killer shook in pain and almost fell down. When he came to his senses, Fujimoto Yoshiichi on the ground had already climbed up and ran towards the entrance frantically.

The killer picked up his knife and chased without saying a word.

The desire to survive drove Fujimoto Ryoichi to unleash his great potential. When the two were only one step away from each other, he successfully rushed out of the door and slammed it shut.

When the killer opened the door, the corridor outside was empty and Fujimoto Ryoichi was no longer visible.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Fujimoto Ryoichi ran downstairs in one breath and hid in a restaurant, holding on to the table, panting, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling, and his lips were already turning slightly white.

It took him more than half a minute to recover. He then went to the public phone outside, picked up the receiver and prepared to call Aoyama Hidenobu for help, but hesitated again.

Because he was not sure whether the killer was arranged by Takehiko Asai to silence him. Although Aoyama Hidenobu had a good relationship with him, he was also the son-in-law of the Asai family. If he had to choose between the two, he would most likely not help him.

"Bang!"

In the end, he didn't make the call. He turned and left, took out a cigarette, lit it, smoked it with a confused mind, and walked on the street in a daze.

What should I do next?
At the same time, Aoyama Hidenobu had arrived at the Tokyo District Court, and Jin Yucheng was waiting for him outside.

Ever since he had Jin Yucheng, Aoyama Hidenobu became more and more daring in having affairs with other people's wives. After all, even if he was caught in bed, there would be help.

Jin Yucheng to him was like Dian Wei to the Prime Minister.

When I walked into the court, it was quite empty. I went all the way to Hashimoto Miki's office. Things seemed to be heating up, but before I could do anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!" "Meiji, are you in there?"

"My husband." Miki Hashimoto whispered.

Aoyama Hidenobu quickly let her go.

Miki Hashimoto, who had quickly dressed, sat down behind her desk, took two deep breaths to relieve her guilt and nervousness, and made her expression as natural as possible.

Aoyama Hidenobu opened the door and bowed to the gray-haired old man outside, "President Takizawa."

This was the first time he saw the real person of the Vice President of the Supreme Court. He was short and slightly round, like Wu Dalang, a congenital cuckold.

"Inspector Aoyama, why are you here?" Takizawa Shikong knew Aoyama Hidenobu and looked suspicious. Before Aoyama Hidenobu could speak, Hashimoto Miki came over in high heels, hugged Takizawa Shikong's arm and leaned on his shoulder, looking like a gentle wife, "Husband, there is a case that will be heard in court tomorrow and Aoyama is in charge. I don't understand a few things, so I asked him to come over to find out more."

"Meiji, there are people here. I'm already old, don't make a fool of myself." Takizawa Sikong patted her hand and motioned her to let go. There was a hint of blame in his words, but his face was full of smiles.

32-year-old Hashimoto Miki pouted like a little girl and said delicately, "What's wrong with me hugging my husband? Besides, you are not old. This is called maturity. You are more attractive than those young boys."

Looking at the appearance of Hashimoto Miki, who had just been kneeling in front of him and looking so humble, Aoyama Hidenobu felt that it was no wonder that she could be so bewitched by Takizawa Sikong. What old man would be affected by this scene?

"You, you." Takizawa Sikong shook his head helplessly.

Aoyama Hidenobu quickly said, "President Takizawa is still as skilled as ever. He is able to keep such a talented and beautiful woman like Judge Hashimoto in love with him. I admire him."

Under the desk, Takizawa Qianyu had recovered some strength. Listening to her father's voice, she curled up tightly into a ball, not daring to even breathe.

"You're too kind, Inspector Aoyama. This is all fate." Upon hearing this, Takizawa Sikong laughed complacently, looked at Hashimoto Miki lovingly, and asked, "Have you finished your business? I'll pick you up for dinner. If not, I'll wait for you."

"You came just in time. We're done talking." Hashimoto Miki smiled and asked, "What are we going to eat?"

"Let's eat French food." After answering, Takizawa Sikong looked at Aoyama Hidenobu and said, "Inspector Aoyama, please come to my house when you are free. I like to communicate with young people, especially outstanding young talents like you."

"Husband, I also like communicating with Inspector Aoyama. He always wins people's hearts and opens my eyes." Miki Hashimoto said with a charming look.

Aoyama Hidenobu curled his lips, and said modestly, "Mrs. Takizawa, you are too kind. Actually, I just explained it in a simple way and stopped there."

Then he looked at his watch and said, "I won't disturb your world of two. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Inspector." Takizawa Sikong nodded.

After watching Aoyama Hidenobu leave, he turned around and smiled at Hashimoto Miki, "It seems like you had a good chat."

"Hehe, we hit it off right away. If I wasn't afraid that it would be too presumptuous since we've just met, I would have wanted to adopt him as my younger brother." Miki Hashimoto said tentatively.

Having this identity makes it more convenient to communicate.

Takizawa Sikong couldn't deny it. In his eyes, his wife was a simple-minded woman who was easy to fool. She thought Aoyama Hidenori was a good guy, which only meant that he was very scheming and was trying to please her on purpose.

But he doesn't care, as long as his wife is happy.

What's more, Aoyama Hidenobu himself has a strong background and ability, and if he really becomes a godparent, it would be a strong combination.

"Okay, if you acknowledge me, I will also acknowledge you as my sworn brother." Takizawa Sikong whispered softly.

"Oh, honey, you're so nice to me. I'll go get my bag." Hashimoto Miki's eyes were full of love, but the moment she turned around, her eyes returned to coldness. She smiled again when she picked up her bag and went out, "Honey, let's go."

Apparently loving someone can really be faked.

But the person who is loved cannot tell the difference.

"Don't lock the door?" asked Takizawa Sikong.

Miki Hashimoto dragged him away impatiently, "Don't lock it, there are surveillance cameras anyway."

Want to lock your daughter in there, right?
Hearing the footsteps leaving, Takizawa Qianyu under the desk finally breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that today was extremely exciting. She bit her red lips tightly and felt like she was not satisfied yet.

After wandering around the street for an hour or two, Fujimoto Ryoichi decided to go home to see his parents. After all, he might get into an accident at any time, and he would see them one less time.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

When he got home, he raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

But no one came out to open the door.

He was in a hurry to escape and didn't bring the key to his house. He simply climbed over the wall like he did when he was a child. The moment he landed, his face changed because he smelled blood.

Then he suddenly quickened his pace, pushed open the door with a bang and rushed into the house. The scene that came into his eyes made him feel like he was hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

I saw his parents lying in a pool of blood, one had been stabbed in the neck and the other had been stabbed in the heart.

He was trembling all over. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. Tears streamed down his face. He kept banging his head against the ground and hitting the ground with his clenched fists.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Muffled sobs sounded in the living room.

(End of this chapter)