Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 439, Conquering the District Attorney!

The next day, in the Financial Services Agency Director's office, early morning.

The heavy solid wood doors shut out the outside noise. Inside Commander Okada Masaaki's office, the atmosphere was as calm as the deep sea. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the bustling morning view of Tokyo, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting clear, slanted lines on the gleaming mahogany desk.

Masahiro Okada sat upright in his large leather chair, his posture as dignified and imposing as ever. Before him lay several mainstream newspapers, delivered that morning. On the front page, the image of his son, bleeding as he saved someone, contrasted sharply with his daughter-in-law's disheveled and distraught face.

Besides the Toichi Shimbun, other news media outlets also immediately reported on the incident the following day.

The Asahi Shimbun's front-page headline was relatively restrained but equally sharp: "Inspector Okada's wife returns home, loses composure under questioning at the airport: 'Making a mountain out of a molehill' argument sparks controversy."

The accompanying photo showed Miki shoving a reporter, her expression contorted. The report presented a relatively objective account of the incident, but it was filled with questions: Why didn't she return to Japan immediately? Was the enormous shopping expenditure reasonable? Did she lack basic respect for her husband's spirit of sacrifice?

Weekly Bunshun's headline was even more aggressive, clearly intending to get revenge for the humiliation she suffered at the Metropolitan Police Department: "Exclusive Deep Dive! The 'Vampire Wife' Behind the Heroic Inspector: Spending Millions on Shopping Spree in Europe, Returning Home to Claim Her Husband's Serious Injury Was 'Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill'! The Okada Family is Furious!"

The post was extremely sensationalist, detailing a list of luxury goods Miki had purchased in Europe and their estimated prices, accompanied by photos of her smiling radiantly in high-end stores, a stark contrast to her disheveled appearance at the airport. It implied that her marriage was already a sham, and that she was entirely supported by Masayoshi Okada, and that this incident had completely exposed her true colors. The comment section was completely overwhelmed, filled with insults and curses directed at Miki.

On social media, hashtags such as #MikiOkadaMakingABigShot#, #ColdBloodedHero'sWife#, and #InspectorOkadaIsAboutDivorce# quickly rose to the top of the trending topics list.

Footage of her at the airport was turned into memes and viral videos.

Public opinion was almost unanimously against her, branding her as "heartless, vain, and foolish." Occasionally, weak voices questioned whether the media was excessively harassing her or violating her privacy, but these were quickly drowned out by the wave of anger.

The Financial Services Agency chief read slowly and carefully, his gaze lingering on each headline and each paragraph describing Miki's "gaffe" and "extravagance." When he saw phrases like "making a mountain out of a molehill" and "her husband isn't dead?"—those deliberately bolded and enlarged—his face, as hard as a marble sculpture, remained expressionless. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he were reading an ordinary financial report.

Finally, he finished reading all the key reports. The office was silent except for the barely audible "tap...tap..." sound of his fingertips unconsciously and very lightly tapping on the smooth tabletop.

A few seconds later, he made a move.

He slowly and gracefully extended his hand, his long, slender fingers precisely grasping the edge of the close-up of Miki's disheveled appearance on the front page of the Toichi Shimbun. His movements were steady, without the slightest tremor. Then, with an almost ritualistic slowness, he pulled the newspaper out of the stack of newspapers.

He laid the newspaper flat in the center of the table in front of him. Miki's panicked face, distorted by the flash of the camera, was facing him.

Okada Masaharu stared directly at the supermarket clerk, his expression calm, with a hint of mockery and disdain, but it vanished in an instant, as quickly as an illusion.

His fingertips left the newspaper and returned to the table. He leaned back slightly in his chair, a subtle movement that seemed to relieve an invisible burden, or perhaps to complete an important decision.

He pressed the intercom button on the table: "Secretary Sato."

"Sir, please give your orders." The secretary's voice came immediately, respectful and efficient.

"At the budget review meeting at 10 a.m. today, I'll double-check the prepared materials. Also, this afternoon I need to schedule 15 minutes to discuss with Superintendent General Eiji Watanabe the joint investigation into corruption related to equipment procurement within the Metropolitan Police Department. Please ask him to make time for that!"

"Yes, sir! Prepare immediately!" the secretary replied crisply.

Eiji! Your daughter, Minami Watanabe, is blocking my son's path to promotion!
But he couldn't push her out, after all, she was Uesugi's fiancée.

So now there's only one solution left—expand the department!
If the Special Missions Division could be upgraded to the Special Missions Section, directly under the Criminal Investigation Department, and the section chief promoted to the rank of Superintendent, then the Superintendent General position for Minami could be vacated for Masayoshi.

Okada Masayuki picked up his pen and began to examine the document with focused concentration. His brows were slightly furrowed, and the sunlight shone on his silvery sideburns and stern profile, outlining an impeccable, dignified, and profound silhouette of a political official.

This matter needs to be handled very carefully. For someone of his rank, it would be extremely shameful and humiliating to ask a police superintendent who is of a lower rank than himself for a request, and he would also incur a huge favor.

But there was nothing he could do; Jiangyi was his only child.

The good news is that he has quite a few supporters.

For example, Vice Minister Kai of the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, that old man pretended not to know or care the whole time, but in reality, he secretly edited up all the news about Kai's meritorious service and played it repeatedly in his office with the door closed during lunch break.

If we don't promote Meibo to a high position, how will everyone have room for advancement?

Eiji Watanabe, don't push your luck!
I heard you want to aim for an even higher position, so be proactive and don't make me take the initiative.

A slight smile flickered across Okada Masaharu's lips; his composure was as deep as an abyss, capable of both concealment and release in an instant.

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Meanwhile, in Minato Ward, Tokyo, at a 711-Eleven convenience store.

Around 10 a.m., during a completely deserted time, Uesugi Muneyuki was holding two cups of freshly brewed coffee from a 711-Eleven convenience store, each costing 180 yen, and was waiting for someone.

Prices in Tokyo are very high. I've never seen a regular roadside drink or coffee for less than 400 yen. Freshly ground coffee at 711-Eleven is the cheapest non-canned beverage.

The 711-Eleven clerk clearly recognized Uesugi Muneyuki, and looked a little surprised to see him order this drink. "Uesugi-san drinks this too?"
This is clearly what the poorest office workers drink in the morning to perk themselves up!
Uesugi Muneyuki didn't react. He took the two cups of coffee, sat down in the 711-Eleven, and watched the sun rise.

Perhaps it was because he actually drank such cheap and inferior beverages in the port area. As the sun rose, the Tokyo Tower in the distance shone brightly, as if it had turned into a defensive tower, charging up and preparing to thoroughly purify this scum who had desecrated the prestige of one of the world's top cities.

However, Uesugi Muneyuki was not afraid. He thought to himself, "Once it's fully charged and fires the beam, I'll summon Mazu and blow your entire tower to smithereens!"

Just then, someone arrived.

Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office Special Investigation Headquarters Chief Kirenakawa Ryo and his entourage hurried over with briefcases and sat down next to Uesugi Muneyuki. When Uesugi Muneyuki handed him a cup of 711-Eleven freshly brewed coffee worth 180 yen, Chief Kirenakawa's forehead veins bulged.

You're offering me drinks for such garbage?

We brew the highest grade, award-winning Blue Mountain coffee in our District Attorney's office!
These past few days, Chief Kirenagawa has been furious at the thought of the entire Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office being manipulated by the Metropolitan Police Department, a group of once-arrogant prosecutors reduced to running errands for police assistants, and the thought of a huge opportunity to suppress the entire police organization slipping away.

You won't even buy me a Starbucks drink! You won't even buy me the cheapest iced Americano from Starbucks!

Damn it, how could Uesugi be so evil!

"Chief, have a drink, it's on you." Uesugi Muneyuki pushed the coffee towards Kirenakawa: "It'll be inconvenient to talk business if you don't drink it!"

"You'd better have something to say!" Chief Kishikawa took a swig of coffee, thinking to himself that this guy was indeed a low-class individual. "What do you need our district prosecutor's office to help you with now?"

"Please, are you sure?" Uesugi Muneyuki thought to himself, no wonder the drinking culture of the previous generation was so popular.

This is essentially a test of obedience, especially highly regarded in the three East Asian countries, as it symbolizes power.

The essence of power is the ability to force a person to do something they don't want to do, such as... drinking cheap 711-Eleven coffee.

"I have something good to share with your District Attorney's office." Of course, Uesugi Muneyuki was just teasing the head of the District Attorney's Office Special Investigation Division a little to suppress his arrogance. Then he took a file bag from his side: "This."

"?" Chief Kirenagawa took the file bag, untied the string, and pulled out only a tiny bit before his eyes widened: "This is?!"

This is a record of bribery accepted by former Japan Fire and Disaster Management Agency Commissioner Yuzuru Yuki!

The total amount of bribes received was 240 million yen! This includes evidence of bribery by the former Fire Department chief, overseas bank accounts used for receiving bribes, legally valid recordings, and an analysis of the various tactics employed by the Fire Department in equipment procurement!
Everything is here!

This...this is a huge fish!

Chief Inspector Kirenakawa almost instantly revealed a look of ecstasy. You see, in recent years, the District Public Prosecutors Office Special Investigation Unit, as the ace department, has not actually had any particularly outstanding achievements or merits. Moreover, it suffered a major setback in the University of Tokyo case and did nothing in the Metropolitan Police Department bulletproof vest incident. The outside world is mocking the District Public Prosecutors Office Special Investigation Unit, which was once handpicked by Emperor Mai and was supposed to be unstoppable, but has now become a toy for civilians and an assistant to the Metropolitan Police Department.

This thing can not only allow the Special Investigation Team to reverse all its reputation and wipe away its shame, but it can also really take down a big fish!
Uesugi Muneyuki actually gave this to the District Public Prosecutor?

Oh, right, that's true. The Metropolitan Police Department isn't high enough to arrest and search someone of the Fire Department's rank; they definitely need the District Attorney's cooperation.

But this is Uesugi Muneyuki, would you dare to go toe-to-toe with him?
Chief Inspector Kirenakawa's ecstatic expression was immediately suppressed: "Tell me, what do you want our District Public Prosecutor's Special Investigation Unit to do?"

“Make this a big deal out of this.” Uesugi Muneyuki nodded. “Don’t let this incident end with the Metropolitan Police Department and police bulletproof vests, but for the Metropolitan Police Department, let’s just stop with the head of the equipment section and the police inspector.”

"Sure." The District Attorney's Special Investigation Team was, of course, eager to make a big fuss; in their eyes, it was all walking credit and political achievement. "Anything else?"

"Would the arrest of the fire chief lead to the suicide of a member of parliament's secretary?" Uesugi Muneyuki asked softly.

"He might turn himself in, or he might commit suicide." After a moment's thought, Chief Kirenakawa nodded.

"Could you let me know when the time comes so I can perform an autopsy?"

“…Yes! Is there any more?” The District Attorney was more than happy to oblige.

Damn it, why is Uesugi Muneyuki so friendly?
"I have one more small request..."

Kirenakawa Ryo, as if holding a newborn baby, tightly clutched the documents and left, leaving only Uesugi Muneyuki sitting there, a slight smile on his face as he watched the back of the head of the Special Investigation Headquarters of the District Public Prosecutors Office.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket. If the Metropolitan Police Department isn't enough, there's the District Public Prosecutor's Office; if the District Public Prosecutor's Office isn't enough, there's the Metropolitan Police Department.

Alright, time to go find Mai-senpai!
Uesugi Muneyuki finished his coffee and stood up.

Kashiwagi Jin's pursuit of justice continues.

But my sense of justice has only just begun!
(End of this chapter)