Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 451, What a beautiful day! (Seriously)
Okada slammed open the fire escape door, ignoring the excruciating pain in his back, and sprinted downhill as fast as he could. He knew the police would immediately block off the building's entrances and take control of the elevators.

"Don't run! Stop!"

"You suspicious person! Stop right there!"

"What are you doing? Don't run!"

Three patrol officers arrived, and two of them immediately gave chase. However, these two officers were wearing heavy new bulletproof vests and full gear, and were unfamiliar with the apartment's layout, so they couldn't catch up for a while!
“That, that looks like… Inspector Okada?” The officer on duty felt that Okada Masayoshi’s background was very familiar.

“No, that can’t be right. Inspector Okada is still in the hospital, isn’t he? With injuries like that, he shouldn’t need to stay in the hospital long enough.” Another officer hesitated and said, “Should we… still pursue him?”

They ran to the front of the building and looked down, only to find that the suspicious person was no longer visible below the fire escape.

"Let's see what's going on first." The two police officers hesitated for a while before finally giving up the pursuit.

With a monthly salary of only 25 yen, why risk your life?
We've already done our part for Nagata-cho by following this journey!

Their abandonment gave Masayoshi Okada an opportunity to escape.

Using his familiarity with the building's structure, he knew that the fire escape on the second basement level did not lead directly to the ground floor, but rather connected to a large, complex parking garage transfer level. He rushed to the stairs on the second basement level and opened a large door at the corner.

A tremendous roar (from the air conditioning unit running), a complex network of pipes, units, and maintenance access, and dim lighting with only emergency lights and some equipment indicator lights.

Masayoshi Okada rushed into the room and found a red button marked "Emergency Stop" (a familiar sign for public facilities) next to the huge central air conditioning unit. Without hesitation, he slammed it down! Whoosh—the huge machine roar stopped abruptly, and the entire equipment floor fell into an eerie silence. Then came the strange noises caused by changes in water flow and air pressure in the pipes, triggering the apartment's malfunction alarm and attracting more attention.

He then took off his blood-stained coat and stuffed it into a gap in a running, high-temperature steam pipe. The high temperature and steam would quickly destroy the DNA information in the bloodstains and destroy the coat. Then he opened a small door in the maintenance passage and crawled inside.

We can't get caught!
Masayoshi Okada hunched over as he made his way through the maintenance tunnel, his mind a jumble of confusion! The red, blue, green, yellow, and black colors before his eyes were so dazzling that he could hardly open them, and the sour, bitter, astringent, and dry taste in his mouth brought a lump to his throat.

Miki is dead!!!

The wife he married, the first woman he ever married who was truly his own choice, is dead!
Thinking of this, Okada Masayoshi almost burst into tears. The 30-year-old man's features were contorted with emotion, and he really wanted to cry.

That was his beloved wife! The wife he fell in love with at first sight, the wife who ignited his boundless love for life and his dreams for the future!
But he couldn't cry!

Because Miki betrayed him! She betrayed their love, she betrayed their marriage!

Masayoshi Okada is essentially a very traditional man with a strong sense of male chauvinism. He can hand over all his salary to his wife to manage the household out of a sense of traditional responsibility, and he can be infinitely tolerant and forgiving of his wife, working hard without complaint. He can even accept his wife's questioning and demands for career advancement and financial support. However, if all of this cannot win his wife's loyalty, then for him it is the cruelest betrayal.

Rights and responsibilities are always commensurate.

He wanted to cry, but couldn't; he wanted to laugh, but couldn't. The wound on his back throbbed with pain, and the cold wind emanating from the passage was chilling. Okada Masayoshi sobbed, the world before his eyes blurring. He wiped his face with his hand.

Ah, it's tears! I thought it was blood!
That's true. Miki betrayed me, so how could I possibly bleed because of her?
"Waaah, why did it turn out like this? Why?" Okada was covered in cold sweat. He forced himself not to think about why his wife had betrayed him, nor about when that stranger, Koizumi Ryosuke, whom he had only met once, had started an affair with his wife (it must have been quite some time ago). All he knew was that he couldn't stay at the scene, and he couldn't get caught!

If you were an outsider, you would definitely think that he should just stay at the scene and explain things clearly.

However, Masayoshi Okada himself had served in the Metropolitan Police Department for a long time, and as a professional elite, he understood the operating logic of the police organization!
He absolutely cannot stay at the scene!
There's a saying that goes something like this: the goodwill that ordinary citizens have towards the police often ends after the first time they call the police.

First, he can't clearly say that he didn't kill anyone. He has a motive, physical evidence, and even witnesses! In this situation, if he can't provide strong on-site evidence and identify the murderer like Uesugi Muneyuki, then all his explanations will be regarded as sophistry by the police.

Surely no one really thinks that police officers are thinking, "Never wrong an innocent person, never let a guilty person go free"?
Come on, it's just a job! People are naturally lazy and want to avoid trouble, and police officers are people too, just like everyone else!
This leads to the next question: Is the evidence at the scene sufficient to convict him?
Masayoshi Okada's answer was that it was enough.

If he is caught at the scene, the police will be presented with evidence that he had a motive to kill, a possibility of committing the crime, and that his fingerprints and bloodstains were left at the scene. This amount of evidence is enough for him to be sent for prosecution!
Once the case is submitted for testing and Japan's judicial system begins to operate, no one has a say in the matter!
The proof is like a mountain!

With this evidence, the district prosecutors will undoubtedly prepare to file charges. Once the decision is made to file charges, the prosecutors will endorse the assistant prosecutors, the chief prosecutor will endorse the prosecutors, and the chief prosecutor will endorse the chief prosecutors. This protection is passed down through the ranks. Even if someone knows they have wronged someone, and even if they can find evidence of their innocence afterward, it is almost impossible for the prosecution system to overturn the case and admit wrongdoing. The chief prosecutor of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office usually gets promoted to the chief prosecutor of the Supreme Public Prosecutors Office. Only when he retires at the designated time will there be a slight possibility of overturning the case, which will take at least 5 years!
You laugh at me for being foolish to run away; I laugh at you for not understanding Japan!
Those who remain will have their cases thoroughly investigated and stand the test of the people!

Have you not heard of the Odaiba Incident?
Conversely, if he hadn't been arrested at the scene, the Metropolitan Police Department wouldn't have been able to send the case to the prosecutor's office, the district prosecutor's office wouldn't have been able to prepare for prosecution, and such a murder case would have triggered a manhunt. Once the manhunt was initiated, it would attract higher-level attention. If the case reached Superintendent General Eiji Watanabe and his father, Masahiro Okada, there might have been a glimmer of hope!
Uesugi! If we could get Forensic Examiner Uesugi to examine the body at the scene, he would definitely find out that I didn't do it!
Okada Masayoshi thought of Uesugi Muneyuki, and a glimmer of hope welled up in his heart.

However… Uesugi works in the same department as me, and according to the principles of judicial and procedural justice, he must recuse himself! Therefore, the Metropolitan Police Department would absolutely not arrange for Uesugi Muneyuki to perform the autopsy! It will definitely be someone else from the forensic department, and Okada knows the level of other forensic doctors; nine times out of ten, they will conclude that he did it!
Hey!
Okada Masayoshi cursed inwardly. He thought to himself that he had been mentally broken down and panicked after witnessing his wife's murder and infidelity. He had instinctively run away when he saw people coming and even lost his phone!

Having thought of so many complicated reasons, I realized that I was also subconsciously making excuses for my escape.

We must hold on now and hide until the truth comes out!
Keep going, and there is hope!
I believe that Uesugi and... Father will find a reasonable way to intervene and restore a bright and clear world to us!
Ouch, it hurts so much. I don't want to cry, and I can't cry, but why do the tears keep flowing?
What a tragic story for this man. His wife betrayed him and died, and he was starving and in pain from his wounds. In his hunger and cold, he managed to escape the scene by following the maintenance pipes.

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At the same time, at Masayoshi Okada's apartment building, sirens wailed and red and blue lights flashed.
Three young patrol officers from the precinct had the apartment manager open the door. Their faces turned deathly pale. Fighting back nausea, they stood outside the apartment, their fingers gripping the walkie-talkie tightly. Their voices were distorted with shock and fear: "Command... Command Center! This is... this is XX Apartment, Unit X, Ota Ward! Requesting... requesting emergency support! Found... found two bodies! Repeat, two bodies! Lots of blood at the scene! Preliminary assessment... homicide! First... first suspect, Special Missions Unit, Inspector Masayoshi Okada... at large! Requesting immediate support from the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division and Forensic Division! Over!"

The police officers at the front relayed the news to the police station. Upon hearing of such a serious case, the police station did not dare to delay and immediately reported the situation to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Metropolitan Police Department, Sakuradamon Headquarters, Special Missions Division.

The newly appointed chief medical examiner of the First Investigation Division, Uesugi Muneyuki, was sitting in his leather chair, gently spinning around as he looked at the emails that had been sent to his inbox.

Attorney Kunihira from Nishimura Asahi Office has initiated legal proceedings against Weekly Bunshun regarding the Saito Asuka incident. The Tokyo District Court has accepted the complaint and will hold a hearing soon.

The first corruption case since the Heisei era is showing signs of further spread under the investigation of the District Prosecutors Office's Special Investigation Team. The amount involved has increased from 200 billion to 500 billion to 900 billion, and now it has reached a staggering 1200 billion!
Professor Zaizen of Tokyo Medical and Dental University... is seriously ill; he has late-stage lung cancer with signs of metastasis and doesn't have much time left.

Huh?! Uesugi Muneyuki's pupils trembled slightly when he saw the email from Professor Okouchi.

Professor Zaizen, seriously ill? Lung cancer? It has metastasized and spread?
how come? ? ?
Uesugi Muneyuki's expression was rather unpleasant, and he let out a long sigh.

My experience at Tokyo Medical and Dental University was not pleasant, but it was my birthplace, so I'll try to see Professor Zaizen one last time if I get the chance.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The weather in Tokyo was clear and cloudless today, and nothing was happening.

What a beautiful day!

Moreover, there were no cases or major incidents.

No news is good news.

Just then, Uesugi Muneyuki's phone rang.

Ok?
Is it an unfamiliar number?

(End of this chapter)