Tokyo Detective

Chapter 364 Teacher Muromachi, Teach Me (Long Chapter)

As the birthday party ended, several women wanted to find a place to continue drinking. Ignoring someone's opinion, they discussed it and finally decided to continue at Yuzuru's mansion.

What could Naoki Hanyu do? He could only let these women be and hire a cleaning lady to take care of them tomorrow.

Soon, Naoki Hanyu learned the consequences of his indulgence. One by one, the women were half-drunk, their beauty captivating, but like three monks without water, Naoki Hanyu dared not move.

But just because he didn't move didn't mean the drunkards wouldn't. Matsumoto Masami attacked him right in front of everyone.

Naoki Hanyu slapped away Masami Matsumoto's hand, which was trying to grope him. "With so many women watching, be careful."

Masami Matsumoto was unhappy. "Is this how you play with me?"

"What's wrong with letting my sister touch it? It's not like we've never touched it before."

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Akimoto Seiko, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened her eyes and forcefully pinched the challenger's breasts, causing Matsumoto Masami to beg for mercy in pain.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Holy Son, please let go! I was wrong!"

"What's wrong with touching it? It's not like we've never touched it before."

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Ryoko Yakushiji watched the two of them with a smile. She could sense that someone was asserting their dominance, and she didn't want to engage in a verbal battle.

So she raised her hands and stretched, revealing her sexy navel as her top rode up.

"Naoki, I'm sleepy and don't want to go back. I'll sleep here tonight. You guys keep playing, I'm going to take a shower first."

Upon hearing this, the women shuddered. Matsumoto Masami, feeling smug, couldn't resist and lay down on Akimoto Seiko's lap, feigning drowsiness.

"I'm sleepy today, so I won't go back."

At this point, Akimoto Seiko certainly didn't plan to go back to her dorm, even though she had a lot to do early the next morning.

She could ignore the two philanderers' underhanded actions, since she didn't see them and didn't care, but she couldn't let them directly confront her.

"Mai, you can sleep here tonight too."

Fujiwara Mai was initially pleased, but then her expression returned to normal.

"Then I'll be bothering you today."

Now only Yukiko Muromachi remained undecided; she had no grounds to stay.

"Um, I'll go back later."

Naoki Hanyu responded.

"I'll take you there later, and we can grab some late-night snacks while we're at it. You all know I have a big appetite."

Just kidding, four drunkards are enough to make a mahjong table, he doesn't want to be stuck here as a sandwich filling instead of eating.

Ryoko Yakushiji quickly came out of the shower. The policewoman was only wearing a white shirt, and her figure was faintly visible under the clothes. The most exaggerated thing was that her supermodel long legs were openly exposed. She sat down to Naoki Hanyu's left.

The other women in the same body part were simply no match for her, not even Akimoto Seiko.

Ryoko Yakushiji picked up her wine glass and took a small sip.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring any clothes, so I can only borrow Naoki's shirt."

Masami Matsumoto couldn't stand it at first, and drunkenly changed into a sexy nightgown, sitting to Naoki Hanyu's right.

What could Naoki Hanyu do? His official girlfriend didn't even have a seat; she was looking at him with a dangerously smiling gaze.

Should I get up and sit next to the Holy Son, or pretend I don't understand and stay put?

Fortunately, with Naoki Hanyu feeling uneasy, Yukiko Muromachi finally suggested leaving, as she felt uncomfortable watching her good friends being all lovey-dovey.

Inside the Hummer, the window was open, and the early summer breeze couldn't dispel Muromachi Yukiko's drunkenness; instead, it made her eyes even more hazy.

The policewoman was dressed conservatively as usual, in a dark long skirt with black stockings, and a suit jacket with a shirt.

She looks a lot like a female teacher, especially like a discipline director, except that her face isn't that of a stunning beauty.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yukiko Muromachi uttered words that would have been impossible for her in the past.

"Naoki, you're really popular. Ryoko, Seiko, Masami, all such outstanding women like you."

Naoki Hanyu was surprised by the sudden topic. Was it appropriate for them to talk about this?

"you misunderstood."

"Ha, does the mighty Naoki Hanyu dare to do it but not admit it?"

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Naoki Hanyu stopped the car and sized up the drunk woman in front of him. However, under her aggressive gaze, he relaxed instead. How could he not sense the change in Yukiko Muromachi's attitude towards him? He had originally just intended to let things take their course.

Now that the atmosphere has become right, he won't remain unmoved.

"Yes, just like you like me."

Yukiko Muromachi was taken aback upon hearing this, and then panicked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't like you."

"No? If Ryoko hadn't shown up at the hospital, you might have already been eaten by me. And that was with your permission."

"you you you."

Naoki Hanyu planned to press his advantage and moved closer; he wouldn't mind taking advantage of someone's drunkenness.

As Yukiko Muromachi watched the man's face rapidly enlarge in front of her, her heart pounded and she instinctively closed her eyes; the trembling of her eyelashes indicated her emotional turmoil.

Soon, the glasses felt the sensation of being touched by the other person, along with the coolness and invasion of the red "pure" skin. From initially silently enduring it, the glasses began to respond with unfamiliarity.

Yukiko Muromachi felt the cold wind blowing in through her collar, and Yuzu was taken over.

That's how I felt a while ago.

As someone pushed their luck further, Yukiko Muromachi finally refused.

"Don't stay here."

“I also have another house, and it’s very big.”
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Inside the room, Yukiko Muromachi's face was flushed, and she bit her lip tightly, not knowing how to describe it.

That's so strange, whether it's her or someone else.

All she could see was a "blue ball" wreaking havoc inside the dark gray dress. Although she couldn't see what was inside, her five senses told her everything.

He was adding oil.
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At 1 a.m., Naoki Hanyu was holding a beautiful woman in his arms. He couldn't ignore the missing arm on her body, and of course, the bloodstain on the bed sheet.

She usually acts like a dean of students; she really is an old maid.

Naoki Hanyu carefully stood up and then kissed the other person's forehead.

"I will find a way to recover my arm as soon as possible."

After Naoki Hanyu left the room, Yukiko Muromachi opened her eyes and touched her severed arm.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She agreed to the relationship even though she knew the other person had a connection with two of her friends. Perhaps the loss of her arm had changed her mind.

She felt empty, uneasy, and afraid; she needed a man to give her a sense of security.

Nitsky Island (fictional), part of the Hawaiian Islands in the Pacific Ocean, means "immortal" in Hebrew. It is an island located between Honolulu and Central Kiribati, and is the site of the Morgans Foundation's research into biological genes and medicine.

The island is 50 square kilometers in size, which is seven times the size of Midway Island and about one-twentieth the size of Hong Kong.

Because it is located in the tropics, there are no native inhabitants.

Perhaps there used to be, but now there are no indigenous people, only many modern buildings standing on the island. Among them, the most eye-catching are three circular buildings that are nearly 50 meters high.

A luxury private yacht was docked in the harbor. A blonde woman in a business dress stood on the shore waiting for the owner of the yacht. Several men in suits carrying handguns were with her.

Soon, a white man who was nearly 80 years old stepped off the yacht, accompanied by a black-haired female secretary and several bodyguards.

The old man's name was Oliver Morgans, president of the Morgans Group, which has many businesses, among which biotechnology and medicine are the most powerful.

The reason he came to the island owned by the conglomerate was because the research center informed him of new progress, so he couldn't wait to go ashore.

The blonde woman, Helena, was the director of the research center. Her long legs were comparable to a supermodel's, and her high heels and black stockings easily attracted men's attention. "Boss, welcome to the island."

"Helena, it's been half a year since I last visited the island. Can you show me around?"

Helena smiled sweetly.

"of course can."

The two toured the island and found that there were three large buildings that were the most important departments of the conglomerate. The first was the medical equipment department, which was dedicated to designing and creating the latest medical materials and equipment.

Oliver Morgans saw many medical devices under development here, such as laparoscopic robots for complex minimally invasive procedures in urology and gynecology, and radiotherapy systems for precision radiotherapy of tumors.

There are also prosthetics at various levels, with the most advanced robotic arms connected to nerves capable of lifting objects weighing up to a ton, provided the body can withstand it.

The second is the Department of Biological Research, which is divided into Microbial Research, Plant Research, Animal Research, and Human Research.

It contains various research projects, such as novel viruses, hybrid organisms, and even human cloning.

Oliver Morgans saw a bipedal lizard that looked like a dinosaur and nodded.

"Is that a dinosaur?"

"No, this is a double-crowned lizard. We extracted the genes of a double-crowned lizard that had broken through the limits of its species and bred it."

Oliver Morgans shook his head in disappointment when he heard it wasn't a dinosaur.

"So that's not it after all."

If it were a dinosaur, it might have some commercial value, but unfortunately, it's worthless. After all, there are countless exceptional individuals of all kinds of creatures in the world, and these things don't have much value.
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The third area is the most important department: synthetic biology research, designing and building artificial biological systems or modifying existing biological systems, involving the artificial synthesis of life and the production of biofuels.

The artificial organs of Immortal Biotech were developed here, creating products that are sought after by the world's richest people.

In the biological research department, several bodyguards stood quietly waiting at the toilet door, ignoring the man's roars and the woman's screams coming from inside. Two minutes later...

Oliver Morgans walked out of the restroom, wiping away sweat. His legs looked a little weak, so you could tell what had happened. Helena followed behind, adjusting her skirt, her face slightly flushed, exuding charm.

Oliver Morgans felt empty and had no interest in sightseeing; he went straight to the reason for his visit.

In the closed laboratory, Oliver Morgans and several others watched the tests being conducted inside through special glass.

The test subject was an Asian, or more precisely, a Japanese, namely Jingu Nagashi.

He was kicked off the building that day and was rescued by people from the Morgans Group. After all, a martial arts master who could survive two artificial organ transplants was a rare find, and the Morgans family could not possibly ignore him.

Now, this disfigured martial arts master has successfully received a third organ transplant, which has become a very valuable asset to the Morgans family. It should be noted that these specially made organ transplants require extremely high physical fitness.

Even for ordinary martial arts masters, the success rate for the first internal organ is only 8%, the second is 6%, and the third is only 5%.

Even with its immense power, the Morgans Group didn't have enough martial arts masters or monsters to experiment on.

In the laboratory, a man fired four shots at Jingu Nagashi with a pistol, while Jingu Nagashi cleanly deflected all the bullets with his katana, displaying a strength even more terrifying than it had been a dozen days ago.

"Add another pistol."

Upon seeing this, the white male, holding a gun in both hands, fired a total of 10 shots before stopping.

Although Jingu Nagashi managed to deflect eight bullets, two still managed to hit his body, and the pain reminded him of the fear of being crushed that day.

The crushing defeat that day, coupled with the video of Naoki Hanyu fighting Isshin Sakura that he had seen not long ago, made him realize that with his current strength, he might not be a match for Naoki Hanyu, so he had to become stronger.

Jingu shouted loudly at the glass.

"Director Helena, I need to perform the fourth organ transplant."

These words stunned the researchers who were responsible for recording the data. They knew that even martial arts masters only had a 3 to 4 success rate for transplants. Was this person trying to kill himself?
Helena did not answer immediately, but looked at Oliver Morgans.

"He is a valuable asset to the conglomerate, what do you think, Mr. President?"

"Has the data been recorded?"

"Jingu's genes, cells, nerve responses, etc. have all been recorded. Based on this data, we can adjust the transplantation method of artificial organs and increase the success rate by 10%."

Oliver Morgans felt a surge of fervor upon hearing this. He was conducting this kind of research not only to make money, but more importantly, for his own use, which was also one of the goals of the Immortal Society.

Approaching 80, he was no longer able to keep up, which was a torment for him, who was obsessed with women.

He had considered transplanting a regular artificial organ, but he was unwilling to accept just a regular artificial organ. According to experiments, transplanting an artificial organ would reduce the success rate of a second transplant.

So he had been putting it off until now for the sake of artificial organs with special features like those of Jingu Nagashi, but he was afraid of dying and dared not try. Now he finally saw the possibility of a perfect transplant.

If Ema Jingu's successful transplant is used to transplant a fourth organ, the data obtained will further increase the success rate.

Oliver Morgans said calmly.

"Since he asked for it, let him give it a try."

"Yes."

Oliver Morgans, who rarely visits the island, planned to stay until Jingu Nagare's surgery was over, but he soon received bad news.

"A new targeted drug for large cell variant cancer, Kryoceptin, a cryogenic receptor protein?"

Oliver Morgans frowned as he listened to his secretary's description. Their termatinib, a new drug, had only been on the market for three years and still had a 17-year copyright period remaining, yet there were no legitimate competitors.

There are approximately 5000 million people living with cancer worldwide (referring to patients diagnosed within the past 5 years who are still alive).

Around 20 million new cancer cases are diagnosed each year, and as many as 9 million people die from cancer annually, accounting for one-sixth of all deaths worldwide, making it one of the deadliest diseases in the world.

Lung cancer accounts for 12% of all cancers, making it the most common cancer.

The annual number of new cancer cases in this major Eastern country is 4.8 million, accounting for one-quarter of the global total.

Japan's annual new population is 100 million, and its annual death toll is 40.

The approximate data are as follows.

Lung cancer (12.4%)

Breast cancer (11.7%)

Colorectal cancer (10.0%)

Prostate cancer (7.3%)

Stomach cancer (5.6%)

Other cancers are not included.

Lung cancer still has the highest mortality rate at 20%, with large cell variant lung cancer accounting for about one-fifth of all cases (the data on large cell variant lung cancer is fictitious), which means that there are as many as 500,000 people with large cell variant lung cancer worldwide.

In addition, termatinib is not only effective against large cell lung cancer, but also has a high efficacy against other cancers, although other cancers have other dedicated targeted drugs as competitors.

Although termatinib is expensive, it has earned the Morgans consortium more than 1.5 trillion yen, or over 12 billion US dollars, in a year.

It's important to know that the patent rights for a new drug are valid for 20 years. During this period, the drugmaker can make money without any scruples. Only after the patent expires can generic drugs be legally launched on the market.

Even the Morgans Group would feel a great loss if they lost such a sum of money.

"Sarah, inform the Japanese branch to use every means to prevent Cliosectin from going public. Also, contact the media in Europe and America to do everything in their power to smear Cliosectin. Tell the doctors we usually work with not to recommend it, so that the patient group loses trust in it."

The dark-haired secretary named Sarah nodded.

"Yes."

Oliver Morgans suddenly remembered something.

“Since the Sakura family has been destroyed, the CEO of the Japanese branch cannot be a member of the Sakura family. You will temporarily act as the CEO until a suitable candidate is found.”

"Yes."

As the black-haired secretary left, Oliver Morgans saw a medium-sized cargo ship docked in the harbor through the window. Although the ship was flying the American flag, it was actually a ship from the land of squid.

Oliver Morgans is actually a squid man; his family are Irish squid people who migrated to America 100 years ago.

One after another, numb people, some even corpses, were unloaded from the cargo ship.

These people and their corpses are all Semitic, spoils of war from the Squid Kingdom in the Middle East wars.

After all, it's quite normal for them to block information and sell some people to their partners.

(End of this chapter)