Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 448, Madam, you don't want your husband to know either...

Miki abruptly covered her mouth to stop a scream from escaping her throat. A nightmare! The nightmare she thought she had long since escaped, the nightmare from her sordid past, had come knocking again!

The doorbell rang again, unhurried yet carrying an undeniable urgency. Immediately following were two dull, metallic knocks—thump, thump. Each knock felt like a blow to Miki's taut nerves.

She trembled violently, her back pressed against the cold door, almost collapsing. She dared not open the door, yet dared even more not not to. She knew this man's methods; having found this place, he would not leave easily.

This person is her ex-boyfriend!

Since Miki Okada met Masayoshi Okada, although Masayoshi Okada didn't mind her past, Miki knew that there were some things she couldn't let her husband know. As a supermarket saleswoman who had been involved in society since high school, her social relationships were already complicated.

Unexpectedly, her ex-boyfriend showed up at her door!

why?
Miki Okada understood after a little thought!
It's the recent media storm! The recent media storm has exposed her appearance and identity!

Her ex-boyfriend must have seen what happened to her and recognized her. Moreover, the reporters' surveillance and stakeouts led to the discovery of her home location!

Miki took a deep breath and used all her strength to unscrew the deadbolt, opening the door a narrow crack. A strong, pungent smell of tobacco mixed with cheap engine oil immediately rushed in.

"Yo, Miki-chan." The man's voice was deep and husky, with a deliberately drawn-out, uncomfortably intimate tone. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushed his strong body aside slightly, as if pushing open a half-closed, broken door, and easily squeezed in.

The tall shadow instantly enveloped the small space of the entryway, and also enveloped Miki, who looked particularly vulnerable in her silk pajamas.

Miki staggered back a few steps, her face ashen, her eyes filled with undisguised terror and disgust: "You... how did you find this place?! Get out! Get out right now!"

The man seemed not to hear, and slammed the door shut with a sharp, jarring click. He slowly removed his hat, revealing coarse, short hair and eyes as sharp and cold as a vulture's. He brazenly surveyed the simple yet chilling apartment before him, his gaze finally settling on Miki's face, contorted with fear yet still beautiful. The curve of his lips deepened, carrying a naked mockery and a sense of control.

"Tsk tsk tsk," he clicked his tongue, taking a step forward. Miki was forced to take another step back, her back slamming against the cold shoe cabinet, with nowhere left to retreat. "Look at this place, it's really grand. Inspector Okada's wife... oh no, now she should be 'the cold-blooded wife of a national hero'?" He deliberately emphasized the label the media had given her, each word like a poisoned needle piercing Miki's most painful nerve.

Miki's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently. The immense fear made her almost unable to think, and she could only repeat in vain, "Get...get away...or I'll call the police!"

"Call the police?" The man laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, letting out a short, grating laugh. He suddenly reached out, not to touch Miki, but to slam his hand heavily on the shoe cabinet beside Miki's head with a loud "smack!" The loud noise startled Miki, and a scream caught in her throat.

"Fine, call the police!" The man's voice suddenly turned cold, like an icicle. The playfulness in his eyes vanished, leaving only naked ferocity: "Let all the police in Japan see what 'good deeds' this 'heroic inspector's' wife did when she was with this 'bad boy' of mine. Have you forgotten how much you loved me back then, and how much I loved you?"

He paused deliberately, savoring the despair that suddenly magnified in Miki's eyes, as if she had fallen into an abyss.

"Think about it, how much those reporters...would love these 'exclusive scoops'?" The man's lips curled into that chilling smile again, his voice lowered, like a devil's whisper, each word pounding on Miki's already fragile nerves. "Miki-chan, tell me...can your hero husband still hold his head high?"

"You, what do you want?"

"Miki, Miki, I miss you so much! Why did you suddenly disappear? I've missed you so much!"

"Shut up! It's all over between us!"

"Kukuku, you say it's over? Did I say it's over?" The man said with a sneer, "Madam, you don't want your husband to know that you were once with us..."

Mrs. Okada was pale.

"But I'm not here to ask for reconciliation, Miki-chan. I'm having some difficulties lately." The man feigned relaxation and said in a low voice, "I saw the news; you spent a lot of money in Europe, didn't you?"

"Here's the deal, you give me five million, no, six million. As long as you give me six million, I'll take the money and leave, how about it?"

Mrs. Okada gritted her teeth. She knew what her ex-boyfriend wanted to do. This man was worthless. If she didn't give in, he wouldn't hesitate to make a big fuss and sell the exclusive news to the media. There was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

"Six million? I don't have any on hand right now! I can only give you five million. You'll have to wait... wait for Jiang Yi's bonus to come through... I... I'll have him hand it over..."

“Very well, I’m a person of my word, you know that, Miki-chan. If you don’t keep your word, I’ll give your husband an old DVD so he can listen to our love story from back then.”

"Haha, hahahahaha!!!"

"I know where you live, and I know where your husband works. You'd better behave yourself, or else..."

Miki bit her lower lip hard, tasting the metallic flavor of blood. Looking at the nightmarish face before her, an overwhelming wave of fear and despair washed over her, instantly engulfing her. She knew she was finished. This devil had seized all her weaknesses, pushing her to the brink of despair.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Ikebukuro area of ​​Toshima Ward, Tokyo.

A large group of police officers cordoned off the scene, with yellow tape stretched everywhere, and several officers were patrolling the area.

Soon, a Toyota Camry and a Toyota Crown arrived at the scene.

The crowd watching immediately recognized who they were.

"It's the Special Missions Unit! The Special Missions Unit is here!"

"Oh my god! Could this not be an accident, but a murder?"

"Is something bad about to happen again? It's only been a few days since the Toshima Ward family massacre. Why is everything in Ikebukuro so terrible?"

"It's definitely because there are too many damn foreigners! Ikebukuro is full of foreigners!"

"Expel the Tartars and restore peace!"

Uesugi Muneyuki got out of the car and soon saw Kai Toru, who had come directly to the scene of the incident and was already waiting nearby. He frowned and asked, "Why are you late today?"

"Well, I saw an old lady fall down on the way, so I went to help her up," Kai Toru said somewhat embarrassedly. "But after I helped her up, the old lady grabbed me and said..."

"You're saying you hit him and you have to pay for it???" Uesugi Muneyuki was shocked, thinking, "You and your father have such a bad relationship, so you're trying to disgust him by finding a godmother for him?"
"No way, how could that be? Our national morality hasn't deteriorated to that point!" Kai Toru was shocked by Uesugi Muneyuki's amazing thought process, thinking how could such a scam happen: "She said today is her husband's death anniversary, and her leg hurts a bit. She asked if I could take her to the cemetery, which is only 500 meters away, so I gave her a ride."

"Oh, I see." Uesugi Muneyuki understood. He almost thought the next part was going to fast forward to "Why did you help me up if you didn't bump into me?": "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing, just serving the people." Kai Toru shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

Being conservative has its advantages; after all, this is Japan, and you can still help the elderly.

"Please explain the situation. What exactly happened?" Minami-sama usually stays in her office and doesn't come to the front lines, but Okada Masayoshi isn't here either, so the highest-ranking person present is Ikeda Erena. Erena has no choice but to speak up.

Kai Kyou began to describe the situation at the scene.

The deceased, Kinya Kitano, 83, was the president of Akasaka Takeshita Metal Co., Ltd. Yesterday morning, while passing through the Ikebukuro area, he sat on the railing around a monument. The railing was 4 meters above the ground. At the time of the incident, it was early morning and there were very few pedestrians around.

The elderly man appeared to be drunk. He fell from the railing onto the sandpit below. He was taken to the hospital but was pronounced dead shortly afterward.

"When the accident happened, the elderly man was lying face down with his head facing the wall below, about 40 to 50 centimeters away from the wall. Although no alcohol test has been conducted, a strong smell of alcohol could be smelled on him, indicating that he was intoxicated and died from an accidental fall," Kaito explained.

"I see. Then why do you think there's a possibility of homicide?" Uesugi Muneyuki nodded, while Ishihara Mikoto went up to check.

"Because the deceased had a large life insurance policy and was involved in a large inheritance," Kai Toru said. "Moreover, the deceased's family believed that he was always a very cautious person and it was unlikely that he would accidentally fall to his death; it was most likely murder."

"That's strange. The deceased had a large life insurance policy. Wouldn't an accidental death be a perfect opportunity to get full compensation?" Erena asked, somewhat puzzled.

"What's there to not understand? It must be that the deceased had complicated family relationships, such as a remarriage after the death of the first wife, illegitimate children, a nanny, or a lover," Mikoto Ishihara said casually.

"As expected of Ishihara-san, perfect accuracy." Kai Toru couldn't help but show an expression of admiration.

What?! The tall, beautiful woman's face was as black as ink.

Heh~ Ishihara Mikoto winked at Erena.

But none of this affected Uesugi Muneyuki's on-site testimony. He squatted down and carefully examined the situation, revealing a playful expression.

Although the reason for the doubt was wrong, the conclusion was actually correct!

That's right, it was a homicide!

(End of this chapter)