Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 471, Surprise Attack!
"Recording is finished! Everyone worked so hard today!"

The lights in Fuji TV's studio poured down like moonlight, bathing the stage in a hazy silver glow. In this dreamlike halo, Mai Shirakawa smiled, nodded, bowed, and softly said, "Thank you for your hard work," instantly capturing everyone's attention and breath.

She wore a modified cheongsam in the style of blue and white porcelain, with a plain white brocade base, as pure as the first snow, and outlined with graceful and elegant cobalt blue floral patterns, exuding a profound mystery within its elegance.

The cheongsam's cut is ingenious, perfectly outlining her shapely waistline. The stand-up collar accentuates her long and elegant neck, while the high slit on one side reveals a hint of alluring beauty.

Most captivating was the boundless allure revealed at the slit, a pair of long, straight, jade-like legs gently encased in exquisite grey pearlescent pantyhose. The pearlescent texture was exceptionally delicate, its subtle and luxurious sheen flowing with her light steps, like the shimmering surface of a tranquil sea under the moonlight. It not only accentuated her flawless leg shape but also added a touch of sophisticated, hazy allure. At the end of the pantyhose were a pair of minimalist stiletto heels, their pale grey color blending seamlessly with the stockings, visually extending the lines of her legs even further, making her appear even more graceful and elegant. Every step she took was breathtaking.

Her skin is the perfect complement to this outfit.

The snow-white cheongsam and the greyish hue of the stockings served as perfect accents against her fair, frost-like complexion. It was an almost transparent white, flawless and radiant, like the finest mutton-fat jade, glowing with a soft, lustrous sheen under the light, its beauty complementing the soft sheen of the silk and the subtle shimmer of the pearls, breathtakingly beautiful.

Looking up, one sees her face, praised countless times as "divinely chosen beauty." Her exquisite features are meticulously sculpted, her bright eyes sparkling with a clear liveliness and a touch of allure.

Beneath her pert nose, her cherry blossom-like lips curved into a bright and radiant smile. Her smile was like the rising sun breaking through the clouds—warm, pure, yet possessing a dazzling brilliance capable of igniting the entire room. It wonderfully blended her elegant and sexy attire with her own incredibly pure temperament, radiating an ultimate charm that was both noble and approachable, both dreamlike and real.

Mai-senpai simply stood there quietly, a stunning painting that blended ancient Eastern charm with modern brilliance. When she smiled, the painting came to life, radiating light and dazzling brilliance.

Another episode of God's Hand recording came to an end. The people in the Fuji TV studio expressed their gratitude for each other's hard work, while Shirakawa Mai casually called out and left with Uesugi Muneyuki and Miyawaki Sakura.

Only the staff who were packing up remained at the scene, along with Akasaka Fudo C, who had recently become incredibly popular, and Hirate Sarana.

The production team was actually somewhat unhappy that Hiroyuki Yuasa insisted on including Hirate as a sign girl. The girl really didn't have any jokes and didn't like to respond. Even when the comedians made carefully crafted jokes, she would just laugh, cover her mouth, and quickly wave her hand to say "damn damn".

She's even less witty than Yamaguchi, and unlike Sakura, she's not as uninhibited.

Unfortunately, the other party had a powerful background and extensive experience, so Fuji TV had nothing to say.

Seeing that the recording of the program was almost over, Hirate stood alone in the same spot, giving Uesugi Muneyuki's back a cold look and laughing to herself.

Uesugi Muneyuki clearly disliked the fact that the production team had forced such a taciturn person into the show, and he didn't have any interaction with Hirate throughout the entire program.

But doesn't he know that he looks down on Hirate, but does Hirate look down on him?

What a joke! They call him Chief Uesugi, a legendary forensic doctor, and a descendant of the nobility.

In the end, Uesugi was nothing more than a "clerk".

Those who need to personally take over and handle frontline matters are called "clerks," while those who sit in the office directing, coordinating, and planning are called "officials."

Uesugi Muneyuki is a "clerk," while Watanabe Minami only becomes an "official" when she reaches the rank of inspector.

Heite still looks down on Uesugi Muneyuki. In terms of income, her annual income last year was 1200 million yen, which is much higher than Uesugi Muneyuki's.

In terms of influence, Akashirosaka has performed at the Kohaku Uta Gassen for two consecutive years, and her personal paid subscription fan base numbers in the tens of thousands. What kind of nonsense is Uesugi Muneyuki?
Regarding political connections, we all know that Uesugi Muneyuki's backer is Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji, but her backer is the formidable "Flesh-and-Mouthed King" Yuasa Seidou, a giant among members of the Diet and the former Secretary-General of the party's three major offices. In terms of power, this special position ranks only after the Prime Minister, Chief Cabinet Secretary, Minister of Finance, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Internal Affairs and Communications, and Minister of Defense (the Secretary-General is not a cabinet member but is responsible for the actual operation of the party). Although he was demoted to Minister of Internal Affairs and Communications due to the previous incident, his influence remains.

Compared to cabinet ministers, the Commissioner General of the National Police Agency is considered an "official," while the Superintendent General of Police is merely a "clerk."

If you don't want to talk to me, I won't want to talk to you either!
A clerk of your rank has no right to ignore me like this!

Hirate was angered by Uesugi Muneyuki's arrogant attitude. She didn't bother to deal with the staff on site, said goodbye to Chief Abiru, and left.

At the same time, Shirakawa Mai, Uesugi Muneyuki, and Miyawaki Sakura got into their senior's Mercedes.

"Is this draw related to what happened before? Mai, do you remember that brooch?" Uesugi Muneyuki whispered to Mai-senpai through Ichiren Takase. "Possibly. We both know that Representative Yuasa has connections with that person in Kansai. That brooch is actually the logo of the famous 'Pacific Suzuki Management Consulting Co., Ltd.'," Mai-senpai said. "It's a multinational corporation with terrifying backing. Even I have to give them face. It's not easy to investigate."

"The Financial Services Agency has started investigating as well." Uesugi Muneyuki nodded, pondering what to do next.

Regarding the Okada case and the mysterious figure behind the brooch, Uesugi Muneyuki, the Financial Services Agency, and possibly even the Public Security Police have all begun their investigations. However, due to the short time that has passed, they haven't uncovered anything yet. Mai-senpai, on the other hand, has finally learned something, but it's very limited. After all, Mai-senpai is a Shinto leader, not some KGB MI6.

"Maisou, Maisou! Where are we going to eat today?" Sakura interrupted their conversation, eagerly anticipating the upcoming meal.

"It's Yamada-ya!" Mai-senpai said with a sweet laugh. "Sakura-chan, please eat as much as you like today!"

"Huh? Yamadaya? Isn't that a super expensive, super luxurious ryotei? Can I really go there?" Sakura was shocked. "I heard they check the identity and qualifications of every customer there. I... I'm just a little idol, I can't go, right?"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Mai-senpai said naturally. "No one dares to say that Sakura-chan isn't worthy."

"Because I am the owner of Yamada-ya."

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Sakura's world has been refreshed.

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

at the same time.

One is heaven, the other is hell.

With the recording session over, the night wind, like a knife wrapped in ice, swept across the empty streets. Yamaguchi Maho wrapped her coat tighter, her steps slightly heavy with fatigue from the performance.

The afterglow of the performance, the noise and spotlight still lingering on her skin, now leaves only a long, solitary shadow under the streetlights and an unopened gift bag from a fan. The familiar silhouette of the apartment building comes into view, her haven where she briefly shed her "idol" mask, a place that should be absolutely safe.

Maho Yamaguchi silently shed tears as she returned to her dormitory alone.

Right now, Sakura-senpai should be recording a program, right?

The elevator ascended smoothly, the numbers flashing. She took out her keys; the cold touch of the metal brought her to her senses slightly. The corridor was silent except for the echo of her high heels clicking on the floor. She stopped in front of the familiar door, looking down to search for the keyhole.

At that moment.

The darkness seemed to freeze.

Two tall, masked figures, as if seeping from the walls, suddenly pounced from the stairwell or the shadows around the corner! Their movements were so swift that her mind went blank. Fear, like ice water, instantly froze her scream. One hand roughly covered her mouth and nose, the heavy smell of sweat and fabric choking her; the other hand gripped her arm tightly, the immense force pulling her backward away from the doorway. The gift bag fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ugh—!" The instinct to struggle made her arch her body, kicking and twisting with all her might. She could feel the rough fabric of the other person rubbing against her cheek, and hear heavy breathing right next to her ear.

She was shoved violently, her back slamming hard against the cold wall or fire door, a dull pain shooting through her.

In the chaos, the masked man tried to drag her into the darkness, his intentions unclear, but every movement was filled with violence and aggression. Her will to survive erupted in despair; she didn't know where the strength came from, but she struck him with her unrestrained elbow, stomping down hard with her high heel. In the instant her attacker loosened his grip in pain, she used her last bit of strength to break free from the hand covering her mouth, letting out a piercing scream.

"Help! Help me, ahhhhhh!"

"Someone, please save me!!!"

(End of this chapter)