In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 402: The real murderer who threatened his daughter and mother emerged
Hokkaido University Hospital, Kita-ku, Sapporo.

This is a national general hospital with considerable strength and reputation. It was founded in 1919 and has more than different departments, covering a very wide range of services.

It is one of the best hospitals in Sapporo.

It was here that the daughter of the worker who committed suicide underwent a kidney transplant and was under observation.

Shinichi Nakamura had already found out the opponent's ward in advance, and went straight over with Aoyama Hidenobu.

"Superintendent, this is it." Nakamura Shinichi stopped at the door of the ward and said, then raised his hand and knocked on the door politely, "Can you come in?"

"Hi! Please come in." A female voice came from inside.

Shinichi Nakamura pushed open the door and waited for Aoyama Hidenobu to enter first before he entered, then he closed the door behind him.

The ward was a single room, but not very big. Lying on the bed was a weak and pale young girl. She was not pretty, but only charming.

It was the worker's daughter.

Standing next to the bed was a middle-aged woman with gray hair and a slightly old look. She was dressed very simply and had many calluses on her hands. One could tell at a glance that she had been working all year round.

She must be the worker's wife.

There was a bowl of unfinished porridge on the bedside table. Apparently, before Aoyama Hidenobu arrived, the middle-aged woman was feeding breakfast to her daughter in the hospital bed.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Seeing that the two men were well-dressed and had extraordinary demeanor, the middle-aged woman felt a little ashamed and asked timidly, pinching the corner of her clothes.

A typical image of a lower-class housewife.

The daughter on the hospital bed stared at Aoyama Hidenobu with wide eyes for a while, and asked uncertainly: "Is it... is it Officer Aoyama Hidenobu?"

Young people always pay more attention to hot news. Although she is ill, she does not stop watching TV.

"Yes, it's me." Aoyama Hidenori nodded with a gentle smile, then took out a business card and handed it to the middle-aged woman, "Hello, ma'am. I'm Aoyama Hidenori, the deputy director of the Criminal Division of the Hokkaido Police Headquarters."

Except for the lowest class of people, Japanese people with a little status cannot live without business cards in their lives.

This remains true even decades later.

"Ah! It's Officer Qingshan. I've heard of you. I'm really sorry." The middle-aged woman took the business card in a hurry and bowed repeatedly. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Shinichi Nakamura brought a chair and placed it behind Aoyama Hidenobu at the right time. After Aoyama Hidenobu sat down, he naturally took the initiative and extended a hand to invite the middle-aged woman, "Madam, we can sit down and talk."

"Hi!" The middle-aged woman nodded repeatedly, sat down somewhat awkwardly, and subconsciously stretched her body straight.

"It's like this." Aoyama Hidenobu's face became heavy, and he said seriously, "I'm sure Madam has heard about the serial dismemberment case last month."

While asking this question, he stared into the middle-aged woman's eyes, observing the changes on her face.

When the middle-aged woman heard the words "serial dismemberment case," her little finger trembled. She subconsciously did not dare to look Aoyama Hidenobu in the eye and said, "Yes, it's a terrible thing. We must catch the murderer. Is there anything I can help you with? Vice Minister Aoyama, why don't we go out and talk? My daughter needs to rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to stand up.

"Let's talk about it here. It's more convenient to sit down than to stand." From the other party's reaction, Aoyama Hidenobu already knew what was going on. An ordinary worker's wife couldn't hide her joy and couldn't hide her true reaction at the first moment. "Besides, your daughter must be very curious about this case."

"Yes, Mom, I would be happy if I could help Vice Minister Aoyama." The daughter lying on the hospital bed showed a faint smile, and her eyes revealed various emotions such as anticipation, curiosity, and excitement.

The middle-aged woman stood there at a loss for what to do for a while after hearing this, and then she could only sit down awkwardly, but she felt uneasy, as if there were nails pricking her butt in the chair. Nana said, "Then please continue, Vice Minister Qingshan, but I only saw some information on the news, so I may not be able to help you."

At this time, she twisted her hands tightly together.

"Please listen to me." Aoyama Hidenobu motioned for her to calm down and continued, "The key to solving this case is that the heads of the deceased have not been found, which has resulted in the identities of the other six victims remaining undetermined except for the first victim."

"The surveillance camera near the first victim's home happened to be broken and had not been repaired for a long time, so there were no effective clues. But on the evening of the 1st, seven heads appeared at the opening ceremony of the Ice and Snow Festival, and the identities of the seven victims were confirmed. The police immediately launched an investigation around this, and all the clues fell into place."

Aoyama Hidenobu spoke very slowly, which made people listen to him patiently, but at the same time, there was a sense of oppression, and cold sweat had already seeped out of the middle-aged woman's forehead.

"We checked the surveillance cameras near the stage and the homes of the other six victims, and found the same figure in the footage. It was your husband, your daughter's father, the scaffolding worker who committed suicide."

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman screamed and said in panic, "Stop talking, stop talking!"

She turned nervously to look at her daughter.

"Mom! What happened? Didn't you say that Dad unfortunately fell and died while working? I was able to have the surgery because of the compensation you received!" The expression on the daughter's face had changed drastically, and her face was full of disbelief.

“He…he…” The middle-aged woman was not good at speaking and was unable to speak for a long time, but her tears fell like beads from a broken string. Finally, she simply knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to Qingshan, saying in a crying voice: “Deputy Minister Qingshan, please leave quickly, please leave, my daughter just had surgery and can’t stand the stimulation, I beg you!”

"No! Don't go!" The daughter shouted excitedly, and asked with red eyes: "Vice Minister Qingshan, what do you mean? Are you saying that my father is the murderer of the serial dismemberment case? Impossible! There must be something wrong. He is so honest and kind."

"I don't believe it either. I don't believe that an honest and kind person would do such a thing, so I'm looking for the truth." Aoyama Hidenobu shook his head and looked at the middle-aged woman, "And what does your mother know?"

"Mom! What do you know? You must know something, right? Tell him quickly, tell him quickly! My father is not a perverted murderer, he is not!" The daughter cried and screamed in emotional breakdown.

The middle-aged woman kept crying, banging her head on the ground, clapping her hands on the ground, shaking her head and not saying a word.

Hearing the noise inside, doctors and nurses rushed in and started examining my daughter.

"Get out! All of you, get out! The patient's emotions shouldn't fluctuate too much, let her calm down!" After hearing this, the middle-aged woman on the ground quickly got up and looked at her daughter on the bed with concern. She was very worried, but there was nothing she could do.

"Don't go! Don't...don't..." The daughter screamed at the top of her lungs and couldn't even breathe.

The doctor yelled, "Give her a sedative."

Upon seeing this, Aoyama Hidenobu and Nakamura Shinichi took the initiative to leave. The middle-aged woman had no choice but to leave the ward reluctantly after being repeatedly urged by the medical staff.

Standing at the door, she looked at Aoyama Hidenobu with fear, panic, and a hint of hatred.

"I know what happened. Your husband was in the late stage of cancer and knew he didn't have much time left, so he sold himself out to help the tyrants and take the blame in exchange for your daughter's life, right?" Aoyama Hidenobu stared at the middle-aged woman with a fake smile. Without waiting for her answer, he continued, "It can be seen that your daughter has not been polluted by the outside world because she has been in the hospital for many years. She is very simple and kind. If she knew that the kidney in her body was stained with the blood of seven other people, would she feel so guilty that she would not be able to live?"

Just now in front of the patient, he behaved more like a human being, but now he finally revealed his true colors.

"No! Don't!" The middle-aged woman was shocked when she heard this. She grabbed Aoyama Hidenobu's arm and said, "You can't do this! You can't do this! We just want our only daughter to survive. She is only 20 years old. What have we done wrong?"

By saying this, she acknowledged that Aoyama Hidenobu's previous speculation was correct.

"Baka! You did nothing wrong, but were those seven innocent people who died wrong? Was it wrong for us police officers to bear the blame? Was it wrong for the whole city to be in panic?" Aoyama Hidenobu asked harshly with a cold face.

Although he is corrupt, lustful and abuses his power, it does not prevent him from accusing others of breaking the law and committing crimes.

"Wuwuwu!" The middle-aged woman broke down in tears after hearing this. The hand that was grabbing Aoyama Hidenobu's arm slowly slipped away, and she squatted down and cried with her head in her hands.

Most ordinary people are kind, or the kind of people who are not that good, but not that bad either. If someone is bad enough, they are not an ordinary person.

Faced with Aoyama Hidenobu's repeated questioning, the middle-aged woman could no longer bear the guilt and torture in her heart.

And the people's natural fear of public power.

Aoyama Hidenobu was well versed in the art of both hard and soft tactics. He squatted down and said in a slow tone, "Your husband has passed away, and your daughter has already had a kidney transplant. Even if you tell me everything you know, can someone still take your daughter's kidney back? Oh, there might be a real culprit behind this. So the only way is to help me catch the real culprit behind this, and your daughter's kidney will belong to her forever."

"And if you don't help me catch the real murderer, based on the existing evidence, we will only close the case as if the murderer is your husband. How will your daughter face her new life after knowing this?"

"Helping me is also helping yourself, and more importantly, helping your daughter. Let her know that her father is not a heartless perverted killer, but just an ordinary man who went astray for his daughter, and is just an accomplice who was bewitched and used by others. This way, she will definitely be more accepting and understand her father's painstaking efforts, and will cherish her life."

Listening to Aoyama Hidenobu's steady and powerful voice.

The middle-aged woman's emotions gradually stabilized, and she was persuaded. She slowly raised her head and prepared to speak.

"Qingshan police are watching!"

But he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

Aoyama Hidenobu turned back with some annoyance.

A nurse came over pushing a wheelchair, and sitting in the wheelchair was a handsome young man who looked to be under 30 years old, with his hands and legs in plaster. He quickly remembered that he had seen this person yesterday when he came to the hospital with Hiroki Miyashita to visit a patient. He was one of the four people selected to receive the visit.

His name seems to be Matsunaga Hideyoshi, and he is a rich second-generation.

"It's Mr. Matsushita. You look well. Is there anything I can help you with?" Aoyama Hidenobu stood up from the ground and greeted him while suppressing his impatience.

"Thanks to you, my injury is not serious and I will recover quickly." Matsushita Hideyoshi replied with a faint smile, glanced at the middle-aged woman, and then said to Aoyama Hidenobu: "Aoyama Police Officer, my father is the director of this hospital. I don't know if there is anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask me."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Matsushita, but there is nothing I need to trouble you with." Aoyama Hidenobu answered perfunctorily and looked at the middle-aged woman to continue asking.

But at this moment, Matsushita Hideyoshi suddenly said to the middle-aged woman, "Madam, are you being tortured to confess? Do you need my help?"

Aoyama Hidenobu suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Hideyoshi Matsushita responded with a gentle smile.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded in Aoyama Hidenobu's mind.

In addition to money, a suitable kidney source is even more critical for a kidney transplant. As the son of the president of Hokkaido University Hospital, Hideyoshi Matsushita has the ability and channels to do so.

At the same time, he appeared at the opening ceremony on the evening of the 2nd. Now he suddenly appeared to interrupt his questioning of the middle-aged woman. He was not even afraid of falling out with him but deliberately interfered. He had a guess...

"It's you." Aoyama Hidenobu said softly.

Matsushita Hideyoshi, who was sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a hospital gown, still had a flawless smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly to reveal his beautiful jawline, and asked with just the right amount of doubt in his tone, "What is Inspector Aoyama talking about?"

Aoyama Hidenobu turned his head and looked at the middle-aged woman.

"I... I have nothing to say. I didn't say anything and I know nothing." The middle-aged woman shook her head repeatedly with a slightly horrified look in her eyes. She glanced at Matsushita Hideyoshi from time to time, then quickly looked away in fear.

Aoyama Hidenobu quickly rushed to the wheelchair of Matsushita Hideyoshi and said condescendingly: "It's you, isn't it?"

One ran to the scene to admire his masterpiece.

But he never expected that he would be almost trampled to death by the perverted murderer in the stampede that he himself caused!

(End of this chapter)