In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 401: Bloody Fatherly Love, Chemistry Teacher Wants to Fight! (Seeking monthly votes)

In the morning, Aoyama Hidenobu was awakened by the cold.

Looking down, he saw a naked short-haired beauty curled up in his arms, hugging him tightly.

The car has a slender body and beautiful lines, and the white paint surface is covered with scratches left by rough driving.

The dream girl that reporter Ryosuke always wants but cannot have.

But last night Aoyama Hidenobu just stood up and kicked.

Because it was too cold, Chiyo Hashimoto kept snuggling into Aoyama's arms to keep warm. Then her eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her big, Caroline eyes.

"Awake." Aoyama Hidenobu said softly.

She looked at Aoyama Hidenobu, her eyes were a little dazed at first, and then she suddenly reacted. She screamed and pushed Aoyama Hidenobu away, crawling and grabbing the clothes on the ground to cover her body, "You..."

"It's okay, I don't blame you." Qingshan Hidenobu interrupted her with a helpless smile, rubbed his eyebrows and said: "After all, you drank too much last night."

"Ah?" Chiyo Hashimoto, who was about to accuse the other party of taking advantage of someone's misfortune, was stunned and confused.

Aoyama Hidenobu sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette and said, "You were drunk last night. I was going to take you back to your room to rest and then go home. I didn't expect that you would start kissing me as soon as I picked you up. I had drunk quite a bit of wine at the time and was full of blood. Plus, you were pretty and had a good figure, so that's what happened."

Listening to the other party's story, Hashimoto Chiyo tried hard to recall. In her mind, there were some scenes of herself kissing Aoyama Hidenobu and tearing his clothes.

Her momentum suddenly weakened because it was not all Aoyama Hidenobu's fault, she was also responsible.

How can I have the nerve to blame the other party?

After all, she is not one of those little fairies in the future.

"Don't worry, I won't bother you. Let's just pretend that this never happened. We can still be friends in the future." Aoyama Hidenobu said as he shook off the ash from his cigarette.

Chiyo Hashimoto was a little confused and nodded in a daze, but when she came to her senses, she became a little annoyed, "What if I insist that you take responsibility?"

What do you mean you don't want me to take responsibility? You're talking as if I took advantage of you! I was insane last night, and you were the only one who enjoyed it!
It's you who's taking advantage, not me!

"Then get married this month?" asked Aoyama Hidenobu.

If you want me to be responsible, then I will be extremely responsible.

Hashimoto Chiyo was shocked and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, I was just talking, just talking, just pretend it never happened, and let's just be friends from now on."

She admired and adored Aoyama Hidenobu, but she did not like him and did not understand him. How could she marry him rashly just because she slept with him once?

However, Aoyama Hidenobu's attitude of not shirking responsibility made her feel good about him and she stopped caring about it.

Qingshan Hideshige laughed secretly in his heart. He dared to say this because he knew that the other party would never agree.

He is a man who is very loyal in love.

He will only marry Asai Aya.

"I still have to go to work, so I'll leave first?" Aoyama Hidenobu put out his cigarette, stood up and started to get dressed.

Chiyo Hashimoto sat there in a daze until the other party got dressed and left. When the sound of the door closing was heard, she covered her face and fell back to the ground in a state of collapse.

"Why are there so many? I'm not going to be pregnant."

Of course, Aoyama Hidenobu could not hear Hashimoto Chiyo's complaints and drove straight to the police headquarters.

Because I was so absorbed in farming last night and overworked myself.

So he was more than ten minutes late today.

If you want to blame someone, you can only blame him for having a Chinese soul in his bones. After all, it is well known that Chinese people like farming, and it is something engraved in their genes.

"Inspector Aoyama, you've come at the right time. The director was looking for you." An inspector who was just going out met Aoyama Hidenobu and bowed to remind him.

Aoyama Hidenobu nodded, and after entering the office building, he went straight to Oda Takeshi's office and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Enter."

Aoyama Hidenobu pushed the door open, walked up quickly, bowed, and said, "Minister, you're looking for me?"

"Well, I received news that a new type of ice medicine with higher purity and lower price has appeared in Sapporo recently. You should ask someone to investigate it. You should personally supervise this matter." Oda Takeshi raised his head and said to him.

He still didn't know who was behind the new type of ice weapon or what forces were involved, so he didn't want to get involved rashly. That's why he let Aoyama Hidenobu, a newcomer to Sapporo, take charge.

By the way, it was also to pave the way for welcoming Aoyama Hidenobu to join their group. Solving this matter would be considered a contribution to the collective interest and a meritorious service.

Then he also gets a share of the money, so naturally no one has any objections.

Aoyama Hidenobu bowed and said, “Hi!”

"Is there any progress in the serial dismemberment case?" Oda Takeshi became concerned about this sensational case again.

Aoyama Hidenobu replied: "There are some preliminary clues, but further investigation is needed." "As soon as possible, tell me as soon as there is any progress." Oda Takeshi waved his hand to signal him to go down.

Aoyama Hidenobu bowed and turned away.

After leaving the minister's office, he returned to his own office and immediately called the head of Section 4.

"Deputy Minister, you are looking for me."

The head of Investigation Section 4, Shizuka Fujimoto, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Recently, a new type of ice with higher purity has appeared on the market. Go check it out and report your progress to me at any time." Aoyama Hidenobu looked at him and instructed.

Investigation Section 4 is responsible for this.

"Hi!" Fujimoto Shizuka responded, waited for a while to make sure there were no other instructions, then turned and left.

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In the afternoon, after lunch, Aoyama Hidenobu lay in the office reading comics, smiling knowingly from time to time.

The comics of the little devils are quite interesting.

"Boom boom boom!"

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in." He put away the comic book and sat up straight.

When he saw that it was Shinichi Nakamura who came in, he relaxed again, picked up the comic again, and asked without looking up while reading, "What's the matter?"

"Superintendent Masaru, there has been progress in the matter you asked me to investigate yesterday. The worker has a daughter, but she suffered from kidney failure due to uremia. She had been receiving conservative treatment in the hospital because she could not afford the high surgery fee and did not have a suitable kidney. But on the day the worker committed suicide, the surgery fee was paid and she was pushed into the operating room for a kidney transplant. In addition, the worker was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer three months ago." Nakamura Shinichi looked serious.

The truth is already very clear: someone used surgery on his daughter to control him and use him for their own purposes.

The worker, who was already in the advanced stage of lung cancer, was naturally willing to sacrifice his own life and the lives of other innocent people in exchange for the continuation of his daughter's life.

"Oh, what a great fatherly love." Aoyama Hidenobu didn't know if it was okay or not. After all, the worker who helped the tyrant to save his daughter killed so many people, he was not a good person either. He asked, "How old is his daughter?"

"I just turned 19 this year." Shinichi Nakamura replied.

Aoyama Hidenobu picked up the comic book, stood up, twisted his neck, yawned and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

The working-class daughter certainly knew nothing about anything.

But the workers' wives must know something.

You would definitely not get anything out of the worker if you ask his wife alone; you have to ask in front of his daughter.

If the worker can do anything for his daughter, then his wife will certainly say anything for her daughter.

After all, Aoyama Hidenobu is not a good person either.

He would do anything to solve the case.

At the same time, in a dim factory.

Several people in protective suits are busy.

The new type of ice cream that has become popular in the Sapporo market recently comes from this small workshop that is like a black factory.

Originally, only Chemistry teacher Inoue was working on the production of the drug, but after a few days of doing so, he became increasingly overwhelmed, so he asked Miyazaki to recruit a group of people with low education and no knowledge of chemistry to help.

In order to keep the formula secret, he asked Miyazaki Isamu to build several simple workshops and arranged these people in different places, in groups of three. He only taught each group one step, and each group was only responsible for one production link. Finally, the products were transported to the main factory and he personally supervised the final processing.

This specialized, assembly-line production greatly improves production efficiency, enabling hundreds of kilograms of goods to be manufactured every day, which are then packaged and sold.

At this time in the factory office, Miyazaki Isamu with a sad face and Inoue with a heavy face sat facing each other. They now encountered a new problem.

That is, production efficiency has kept up, but sales efficiency has not, and a large amount of goods are piling up.

"To be on the safe side, I have previously developed a few drug buddies who often smoke with me to distribute the drugs. However, as the shipment volume increases, reliable sales staff are not enough. And once we recruit unreliable people to act as salesmen, we may be exposed soon. The police and gangs will not let us go." Miyazaki Isamu said helplessly while smoking a cigarette.

Inoue looked puzzled after hearing this and asked doubtfully: "Why are you afraid of the gang?"

"Of course they have more people and more guns, and they dare to kill and burn people," Miyazaki Isamu answered irritably.

Inoue asked again: "Is what we are doing now different from murder and arson? Unless you only want to make a little money forever, you will inevitably clash with violent gangs. What we produce in our factory now is not drugs! It's money! We have money, we can buy guns and recruit soldiers to fight them head-on! If we beat them down, the market will naturally be ours!"

Isamu Miyazaki looked at him in amazement. Is this still his son's gentle chemistry teacher?
Are you sure you teach chemistry? Not physical education?
"Don't look at me like that. I'm also trying to make more money. Since I've chosen this path, I have no choice but to move forward." Inoue said calmly.

Miyazaki pursed his lips and asked, "What about the police?"

"Knock down your opponents first. The police can tolerate them. If our offer is high enough, why can't they tolerate us?" Inoue said calmly.

Miyazaki took a deep puff of his cigarette, then stubbed it out fiercely and said, "Then let's do it!"

(End of this chapter)