In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 488: Social Death of Asai Aya, and Casual Death of Suzuki Jiro (asking for monthly ticket)

Although Aoyama Hidenobu lived in the Asai family, he did not share a room with Asai Aya. After all, they were not married yet, so this was not a good thing.

However, Asai Aya would always sneak into his room in the middle of the night and sneak away again at dawn the next day.

After all, Aoyama Hidenobu couldn't stay in Tokyo for long before he had to return to Hokkaido, so he had to spend more time there instead of less.

"Wake up, Aya, it's almost dawn and you should leave." That morning, Aoyama Hidenobu woke up early and woke up Asai Aya as usual.

Naked and covered with traces of battle, Asai Aya slowly woke up, hugged him sleepily and said, "It's really annoying. I haven't slept well these past two days."

"After we get married, we can sleep soundly every day." Aoyama Hidenobu held her in his arms and stroked her soft hair to comfort her.

"Alas!" Asai Aya sighed, opened her eyes and asked, "When are you going back to Hokkaido?"

"Just these two days, everything in Tokyo has been almost done." Aoyama Hidenobu used his other hand to play with his heavy conscience. The people he should move to have moved, and the people of Sapporo needed him.

Her conscience was toyed with, and she would soon be parting with her lover, so Asai Aya became more interested and leaned close to his ear and said, "It's still a while before dawn, Hidenobu-san, do you want to go to the corridor outside and have sex?"

"You are so brave." said Aoyama Hidenobu.

Asai Aya gave him a provocative look.

Aoyama Hidenobu immediately got up.

Asai Aya wasn't afraid, so what was he afraid of? If Asai Takehiko installed it, he would be the one who would be more embarrassed.

The sky was still gray and the corridor was pitch black. The naked Asai Aya was holding the railing with her hands hunched over, biting her red lips tightly and humming through her nose. Her hair was flying in the air when she was deeply in love, and her knuckles were slightly white because she was holding the railing so tightly.

Just when the two were extremely engrossed, a crisp sound of a lock being unlocked was heard, and Ihara Nishiko from the next room walked out and looked at the scene in amazement.

She often suffered from insomnia at night after she became pregnant. She woke up early today and felt a little hungry. She wanted to go downstairs to find something to fill her stomach, but she never expected to see the sun as soon as she opened the door.

Asai Aya was also terrified and subconsciously wanted to stop the connection, but her waist was held tightly by Aoyama Hidenobu's big hand and she could not struggle free. Shame, stimulation, anger and all kinds of emotions rose in her heart. Finally, she reached the climax of her life under the gaze of her sister-in-law. After Aoyama Hidenobu let go of her hand, she sat on the ground as soft as mud.

"I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry for making a fool of myself in front of my sister-in-law." Aoyama Hidenobu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nonchalantly.

You're not asking me to laugh at you, you're asking me to watch a reed movie!
Ihara Nishiko finally came to her senses. Without saying anything, she turned back to her room and closed the door heavily.

"It's over. This is so embarrassing." Asai Aya covered her face in shame and really wanted to move away from the earth.

"It's okay." Aoyama Hidenobu carried her back to the room even though she was too weak to stand up. He jokingly said, "Maybe she envies you for having such a capable boyfriend and is secretly worried about it."

"It's all your fault, all your fault." Although it was she who made the suggestion, Asai Aya now pushed all the blame onto Aoyama Hidenobu and kept beating him.

Aoyama Hidenobu was not angry. He smiled and let her vent her emotions. After all, he felt great just now.

On the other side, although Ihara Nishiko seemed calm, she was not calm inside after closing the door. Her mind was full of the scene just now, her breathing was rapid, and her face was flushed.

While eating breakfast, Asai Aya didn't dare to look Ihara Nishiko in the eye, and Ihara Nishiko was not much better, after all, she had just fantasized about Aoyama Hidenobu.

So this breakfast tasted weird.

After dinner, Asai Aya and Asai Takehiko went to work at the Metropolitan Police Department, Mrs. Asai went out to play cards with her old sisters, and Aoyama Hidenobu also went out. She finally breathed a sigh of relief when Ihara Nishiko was the only one left at home.

On the other side, Suzuki Jiro, who still couldn't contact Tang Siqian in the morning, also went out after his elder brother and father went out. As he expected, after showing his strength, the servants in the house did not dare to stop him at all.

As for his mother, she has always spoiled him. Not only will she not stop him, but when he returns home at night, she will definitely help him avoid the punishment from his father and elder brother.

Jiro Suzuki drove his fancy Ferrari straight to Shinjuku. On the way, the phone rang, but he hung up without even looking at it, because he guessed that the servant must have informed his eldest brother and then his eldest brother called to scold him.

Why do you have to get scolded and then hang up after answering the call?
And he didn't notice at all that a car had been following him from the moment he left the house.

Shanchuanyicheng’s efficiency is as high as ever.

Aoyama Hidenobu asked him yesterday to deal with Suzuki Jiro as soon as possible, and he made a series of arrangements last night.

Suzuki Jiro was also very considerate and left early this morning without keeping Yamakawa Ichiro waiting for long.

When Jiro Suzuki was driving through a traffic light, a speeding SUV suddenly rushed out from the side and crashed into the driver's seat with a bang.

The Ferrari's body was originally short, and the driver's seat was instantly dented at the moment of collision. The car slid for more than ten meters and stopped on the roadbed. Suzuki Jiro in the car lost consciousness on the spot, and his face and hands were covered with cuts from broken glass.

Seeing the car accident, many vehicles and pedestrians stopped, but most people and cars continued to drive normally because it was rush hour.

After both cars were turned off, the door of the SUV opened and a drunk middle-aged male driver rushed out in panic, stumbled towards the Ferrari sports car, and reached out to pull Suzuki Jiro inside.

From an outside perspective, he seemed to be panicking and trying to save the people in the car, but no one saw him pick up a piece of broken glass and scratch Suzuki Jiro's throat.

To ensure that Jiro Suzuki would die. The moment his throat was cut, Jiro Suzuki, who had fainted, suddenly woke up. He coughed a few times in confusion, and then felt something flowing out of his neck. He subconsciously wanted to touch it, but his hand was stuck and he couldn't lift it up, so he could only lower his head to look.

What he saw was that his clothes were soaked with blood, and blood was still flowing out. His expression suddenly became terrified. He turned his head to ask the drunk for help, but was met with his indifferent eyes.

After seeing the blood-stained broken glass in the other person's hand, he suddenly understood everything. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something, but because of the serious injury from the cut throat, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

It can only make meaningless hoarse sounds.

Listening to the screams all around, Suzuki Jiro felt that time passed very slowly. At the last moment before his death, his mind suddenly became extremely clear: Tang Siqian could not be contacted because the matter was exposed. The police's failure to report any progress only meant that the police had no progress, not that Aoyama Hidenobu had no progress. Aoyama Hidenobu was not prepared to resolve the shooting incident through legal means, and chose to repay blood with blood.

After thinking this through, Suzuki Jiro suddenly became emotional. How could Aoyama Hidenobu dare to kill him? How could he kill him? His uncle was the governor of Tokyo, Suzuki Shun! In the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood with resentment and regret, and died.

"Ah! Ahhhhhh!" After making sure he was dead, the drunk threw away the broken glass, turned around and ran towards the busy road screaming in collapse. He was hit by a car crossing the intersection and died on the spot.

The unlucky guy who hit and killed the drunk man sat in the car with a confused and helpless look on his face, staring blankly ahead.

The car that had been following Suzuki Jiro stepped on the accelerator and sped away after seeing this scene.

Aoyama Hidenobu, who was playing Go with Ito Makoto in the Army Guards' Office of the Chief of Staff, soon received a call from Yamakawa Kazushiro. He just said "hmm" lightly and hung up, continuing to play Go as if nothing had happened.

Taro Suzuki was in a meeting at the company when he received the call from the police. He almost fainted, so he immediately ended the meeting and rushed to the scene.

After arriving at the scene, he saw a crowd of people gathered at the intersection from a distance. He parked his car and squeezed into the crowd. He saw the cordon set up by the police, two cars that had collided with each other, and a body covered with a white cloth on the ground.

"Ah! Jiro! My son!"

With a shrill roar, Mr. Suzuki, who had also rushed over after receiving a call from the police, pushed open the cordon and rushed in, throwing himself on the corpse and bursting into tears.

"Dad." Suzuki Taro saw this and quickly crossed the cordon, rushed over, knelt beside him and hugged him, with his other hand on the body. Tears fell from his red eyes, his clenched teeth trembled slightly and choked, "Why did you go out! Why!"

He had clearly put Suzuki Jiro under house arrest. If he had not gone out today, he would not have gotten into the car accident.

"Uh...Mr. Suzuki, this is the body of the perpetrator, not your son. He is still in the car over there. We will carry him out after we have secured the evidence at the scene." The police officer in charge of the on-site investigation looked at the scene speechless and felt a little sympathetic.

Suzuki's father and Suzuki Taro were both stunned.

Then he quickly ran towards the Ferrari and saw Jiro Suzuki still stuck in the driver's seat, his chest stained with blood and his face pale.

"The initial speculation is that the cause of his death was excessive blood loss caused by the broken glass of the car window cutting his throat at the moment of the collision," said the police officer.

Suzuki's father lay on the car and cried. Although Suzuki Taro was also in pain, his feelings for his brother were not as deep as a father's feelings for his son, so he could barely stay calm at this moment. "What caused the car accident?"

"The perpetrator was drunk, speeding, and ran a red light." The police officer said in a horrifying manner, and then added: "According to onlookers, after the car accident, he tried to save the victim immediately, but failed. After seeing the victim's death, he broke down and ran to the middle of the road, yelling, and was hit and killed by a normal car."

"Is there a possibility of murder?" Although it sounded normal, Suzuki Taro still asked.

Rich people all have persecution complexes. After all, they themselves know that they have offended many people in the past.

The police thought this guy was really dramatic and said speechlessly: "It seems to be a pure accident at the moment. Of course, we will conduct further detailed investigation."

"Please!" Suzuki Taro bowed deeply.

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The police believed that Jiro Suzuki's death was caused by a traffic accident due to drunk driving. However, after learning that his uncle was Suzuki Shun, the Metropolitan Police Department conducted a three-day investigation and ultimately ruled out the possibility of homicide, classifying the death as a traffic accident.

The most important thing is that the driver who caused the accident is also dead, so even if it was a man-made murder, there is no way to investigate it.

The police could not find any evidence and the Suzuki family themselves had no suspects, so they had no choice but to accept the result and took Suzuki Jiro's body for a funeral.

Aoyama Hidenobu did not attend the funeral because he had left Tokyo and returned to Sapporo two days earlier.

I only told Suzuki Taro over the phone that it was a great pity and that I didn't expect that Suzuki Jiro would encounter such a misfortune, and asked him to accept my condolences.

Taro Suzuki expressed his gratitude for his condolences.

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Hidenobu smiled intriguingly, crossed his hands, and was in a good mood.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

He casually called out, "Come in."

"Officer Masaru, something happened." Shinichi Nakamura hurriedly pushed the door open and said with a serious expression.

(End of this chapter)