Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 434, Widow Yamada Nanase
Tokyo, March 1st, the third year of the Uesugi calendar.

A grand police funeral will be held on this day.

Early in the morning, Uesugi Muneyuki got up to prepare. Japanese funerals are similar to Western funerals, and he was not the main character today, so he simply changed into a black suit.

It's worth mentioning that neither Ena Ikeda nor Minami Watanabe wore funeral kimonos; instead, they both changed into management black suits paired with black 40D pantyhose and black high heels.

However, this funeral suit looks particularly erotic on Erina, while on Minami it looks like... a child.

"Who are you calling a child?! Kora!!!" Minami angrily waved her little fist after hearing Uesugi Muneyuki's comment: "I, Minami, am a police inspector! A 24-year-old top-line police inspector with real power in the Metropolitan Police Department! That little brat Ikeda, get him!"

"Play with him?" Ikeda Erena was stunned for a moment, not understanding. Then she clearly misunderstood, and a blush appeared on her face as she recalled the scene of her beautiful legs in black stockings wrapped around Uesugi Muneyuki's waist when she was trying on clothes last night.

"Mr. Uesugi, Minami-neechan, breakfast is ready!" Just then, Asuka Saito appeared and interrupted the conversation, happily serving three breakfasts.

Uesugi Muneyuki's breakfast consisted of Hokkaido snow crab legs and Matsusaka beef over rice, accompanied by miso soup and delicate side dishes. Watanabe Minami's breakfast consisted of tuna fillets and pan-fried cod, accompanied by winter melon soup and delicate side dishes. Ikeda Erena's breakfast was a Korean breakfast: mixed grains, kimchi, mixed bellflower root, soybean paste soup, and blood sausage stuffed with glass noodles.

"Not bad, Asuka, your cooking skills are getting better and better!" Uesugi Muneyuki couldn't help but praise after only a few bites.

"I'm glad Mr. Uesugi likes it." Saito Asuka was most pleased with Uesugi Muneyuki's praise.

"As expected of Asuka-chan, she'll soon become a wonderful housewife and be ready to get married!" Minami-sama said mischievously, "Want your older sister to arrange something for you?"

"Minami-neechan~ I'm not going anywhere!" Asuka knew Minami was joking with her, and couldn't help but scold her playfully.

Only Erina had a dark expression, finding the Korean breakfast in her mouth extremely difficult to swallow.

"Speaking of which, Mrs. Yamada will be attending the police funeral today. Oh dear, how pitiful." Miss Minami looked at the all-around capable housekeeper Asuka and thought of the wife of Inspector Yamada Yuki who died in the line of duty. She couldn't help but sigh, "They hadn't even been married for a year when this happened."

“I heard her name is Yamada Nanase, right?” Ikeda Erena couldn’t help but say, “Kikuchi-san isn’t married yet, which is quite rare for a police officer to get married so early.”

"Yes, I heard that Yamada Nanase is a full-time housewife, and her family lives off her annual salary of 550 million yen." Miss Minami nodded and said, "Currently, the headquarters is planning to recruit her into the general affairs department as a family member of a fallen soldier. I think it would be better to put her in the general affairs department or the police department. I think it would be better to put her under the supervision of Meisa-nee."

Should it be given to Meisa Kashiwagi?

Uesugi Muneyuki's facial muscles twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

A newly recruited female police officer in the internal affairs department earns about 450 million yen a year. At the same time, Yamada Nanase can also receive 60% of her husband's salary every year for 20 years, which is already a lot of money. When combined, it is even no less than her own.

In this respect, the Metropolitan Police Department's compensation system is relatively good.

As a police inspector, Minami Watanabe's annual income is only around 1000 million yen, which translates to about 730 million yen after taxes and fees.

After the three finished breakfast, Saito Asuka, wearing an apron and with her arms hanging down, smiled and saw them to the door, softly wishing them a safe journey, acting more like a wife than a wife.

This prompted Watanabe Minami and Ikeda Erena to sigh in amazement.

It's true that people have different fates!

........................

That morning, in the dead of winter, at dawn.

Aoyama Funeral Home, Tokyo.

A full 4000 police officers lined up outside the funeral home. The sea of ​​navy blue police uniforms and the line of black suits each took up half the space, while at the funeral procession, the sea of ​​blue uniforms and the mountain of black suits were mixed together, creating a scene that was half seawater and half flames.

It's like a silent volcano.

Every police officer wore an angry expression, their eyes and movements filled with barely suppressed rage.

Were Inspectors Yuki Yamada and Fuma Kikuchi really murdered by the ghost?
Not at all!

What truly killed the two police inspectors was this corrupt system, the countless parasites within the department, the defective bulletproof vests, and even more so, this country!
More than 4000 police officers spontaneously arrived at the scene. The uniformed police officers lined up from the funeral hall to the end of the street, stretching for more than 1 kilometer. All of them had black mourning badges wrapped around their left arms and black cloth strips covering their police badges on their chests (symbolizing death in the line of duty).

The Lingtai altar was piled high with defective bulletproof vests sent by police from all over the country, some reaching two meters in height!
Each vest had a hole marked with red paint and a "failed" stamp on the heart area.

These "paper armors" are like instruments of torture used to bury Yamada Kikuchi with his crimes.

When Yamada and Kikuchi's family appeared, all the uniformed police officers present bowed simultaneously—the highest salute a police officer can give to their comrades.

Just then, Yamada Nanase appeared.

The widow of Inspector Yamada wore a simple, unadorned black dress that fell below her knees. Her once round, doll-like face had lost its rosy glow and vitality, appearing unusually pale. Dark shadows were clearly visible under her eyes, the marks of continuous crying and lack of sleep. Beneath her unkempt eyebrows, her signature large eyes were now swollen and red, her long eyelashes clinging together wetly. Tears silently streamed down her pale cheeks, leaving clear wet streaks and washing away her already thin foundation. The tip of her small nose was also red from frequent wiping.

Her soft, fluffy brown short hair, no longer carefully styled, hung messily on either side of her face, a few strands damp with tears and clinging to her skin. She habitually lowered her head slightly, her hands limply clasped in front of her, her fingers unconsciously twisting a crumpled white handkerchief.

Her small lips were pressed tightly together, occasionally trembling slightly, as if she were trying her best to suppress her overwhelming grief. Even in this extreme sorrow, her petite frame and soft facial features still revealed an almost childlike cuteness, but this innate cuteness was now completely shrouded by heavy grief, making her appear exceptionally fragile.

Her eyes stared blankly into the distance, unfocused, filled with an unfathomable sadness and a sense of bewilderment at the sudden collapse of her future.

That sense of bewilderment made her appear even smaller and more helpless. With her simple black high heels and black stockings, the widow stood quietly before the coffin, her figure as ethereal as a fat pigeon that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Superintendent General Eiji Watanabe, Deputy Superintendent General Ren Oyama, Chief of Criminal Investigation Kanji Uchimura, and other high-ranking officers of the Metropolitan Police Department came before her and bowed deeply to her and the family of Inspector Kikuchi behind her, their bodies trembling.

"Red bean paste... a secret Masseuse!"

However, the widow did not react at all. She just stared blankly into the distance, at the frigid sky of Tokyo, at the sea of ​​thousands of people in front of her, and at the end of the long road.

Yu-gui is dead... What will happen to this family? What should I do?
At this moment, Uesugi Muneyuki and others from the Special Missions Division couldn't help but glance at the widow a few more times. Suddenly, he heard Date Nagamune behind him say to Kai Toru in a daze, "I'm in love."

"Huh???" Kai Toru was completely baffled by that statement: "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I'm in love!" Date Nagamune exclaimed excitedly. "Mrs. Yamada is so beautiful!"

"Aren't you going to pursue your second young lady, Mai-sama, and Sakura anymore?" Kai Toru couldn't help but complain.

"Of course I'll still pursue her, but they can't stop me from going for someone better, can they?" Date Chomune seemed eager to try: "Hey, Kai, do you think I can win over this widow?"

"I don't know if I can catch you or not, but if you don't behave yourself, I'll send an armored vehicle to send you to your death," Uesugi Muneyuki said to Date Nagamune with a smile.

Uwajima Date family's eldest son suddenly snapped out of his daze and, seeing his colleagues looking at him with disdain, quickly shook his head.

However, the surrounding police officers were indeed drawn to the widow, Yamada Nanase.

Uesugi Muneyuki thought to himself, "Is this what they mean by 'If you want to look good, wear mourning clothes'?"
A bit interesting~
(End of this chapter)