Tokyo Detective

Chapter 368: Do you find it fun?
People who die from suffocation are easily mistaken for having a heart attack, a condition that is not uncommon among the elderly.

Naoki Hanyu first tidied up the deceased's sleeping position, and only after confirming that no clues had been left behind did he climb out of the window and leave, summoning his clone to close the window as he did so.

Goodnight, Takaoka Jiro.

Naoki Hanyu was already very impatient with the series of attacks. Why were there always people so eager to die?

So he planned to play both overt and covert games with them, and see if those guys dared to do it.
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The next morning, Gao Gangliu saw that his grandfather had not yet woken up by breakfast time, so he ran to the door and knocked.

Grandpa, are you still sleeping?

"No response means they're still sleeping. I'm coming in."

The door opened, followed by Takaoka Rui's scream.

"Oh, Grandpa, what's wrong? Don't scare me, Grandpa."

In a panic, Gao Gangliu tried to provide first aid to his deceased grandfather, who was then taken to the hospital by ambulance. Unfortunately, all of this was in vain, as the man had been dead for several hours.

Next, Takaoka Rui called the police. She didn't believe that her loved one, who was alive and well just yesterday, could be dead. Unfortunately, even after the police investigated, they only concluded that Takaoka Jiro had suffered a heart attack.

First, he did indeed have this illness; second, the room where he died had closed windows and surveillance cameras at the door, making it, strictly speaking, a locked room.

Third, there were nearly ten security guards at the Gaogang Mansion, and none of them noticed anything amiss.
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The death of a 60-year-old high-ranking official did not cause much of a stir, except for Cage Morgans and Sarah Smith, who had just invited each other to cooperate and then got into trouble the next day. It was too much of a coincidence.

At the Japanese branch of the Morgans Group, two people were discussing matters with serious expressions.

"Cage Morgans said in a deep voice."

"Sarah, I feel like there's some force pulling the strings behind the scenes."

"Tianyu Qilin?"

Cage Morgans shook his head.

"I'm not sure either."

Although they are openly competitors with Tianyu Qilin, the latter is the most suspicious.

However, when news broke online that the Morgans Group was involved in the Longo case, and that the mercenaries were all subordinates of the Morgans Group, the situation became clear.

Although there is no evidence to prove the Morgans Group's wrongdoing, there are quite a few people in Japan who hate the Morgans Group, such as the families of the victims and the people living under the Morgans Building.

Thousands of people gathered outside the building to protest, holding different signs and expressing different demands.

Some of them are patients or their families who are demanding that the Morgans Group get out of Japan.

Finally, there's a cheap medicine available, and you unscrupulous merchants still want to ruin Tianyu Qilin. They only put up with it because they had no other choice before, but now that there's medicine that's 10 times cheaper, their past grievances have instantly erupted, and they wish the Morgans Group would leave Japan immediately.

The second group's demands were even more vehement; they held up signs demanding severe punishment for the murderers and that the Morgans Group's actions were an outrage against humanity.

These people are family members of victims in the Longo case, or are dissatisfied with the Morgans Group for being involved in the case yet getting away with it.

After all, the vast majority of the video content has been confirmed as true by the Metropolitan Police Department. On what basis can your Morgans Foundation claim that the description of you is false?

"The murderer has been brought to justice."

"Morgans handed over the real culprit."

"The Morgans Group, get out of the neon."

"Kill for life."

As the slogans grew louder and louder, more and more curious onlookers gathered, and some even joined the protest.

This is Naoki Hanyu's overt tactic: spending lavishly to manipulate public opinion and fueling discontent behind the scenes to encourage protests.

What could the local police do? They could only send officers to block off roads within a 300-meter radius, set up cordons, and activate traffic control plans.

They will not use the riot control armored vehicles nearby as long as the protesters do not cause trouble.

The protest continued for a whole morning, and Sarah Smith found the protests increasingly irritating, prompting her to complain.

“Cage, is this how you do public relations? If the chairman finds out, he will be very disappointed.”

Cage Morgans was already having a headache from the protests, and when he saw the bitch in front of him, a mere woman who had climbed into his uncle's bed, daring to threaten him, he was filled with rage.

"What do you know? How much power do we Morgans have in Japan? Ryugao is gone, the Sakura family is gone, and now even Takaoka Jiro is dead. How many connections do we still have?"

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Sarah Smith was startled by the roar and showed a hint of fear. In the end, she had only risen to the top because of her looks and abilities, and she was not the kind of person who would kill people herself.

Cage Morgans roared and then calmly said.

“I’m going down to talk to the police now. I’ll leave Japan in a few days. Everything here is in your hands, President Salad.”

You can't just walk away.

"You have no right to refuse my arrangements."

Cage Morgans turned and left immediately, while Sarah Smith was not happy about her rise to power. Cage Morgans realized something was wrong and wanted to escape; she, too, longed to leave this cesspool.

Now that public opinion has failed, it's impossible to suppress Tianyu Qilin. She's also being targeted by various groups. To put it bluntly, she doesn't dare to go out on the street alone, for fear of encountering an extremist who might stab her to death.
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As soon as Cage Morgans stepped out of the building, he was surrounded by protesters. Fortunately, he was protected by security personnel, otherwise he might have been torn apart by the crowd.

Seeing that they could not make any progress, they could only try to appease the protesters by speaking in a strange neon language.

"Everyone, please calm down."

The protesters were clearly not easily appeased. "You murderers, how dare you hire hitmen to attack police officers in the street! My son was only 27 years old and hadn't even gotten married when he was killed in the line of duty."

"Yes, dozens of police officers died. You will pay with your lives."

"A corrupt businessman who committed murder."

As the protesters grew increasingly agitated, Cage Morgans grew somewhat frightened. Fortunately, he had already spotted the police approaching, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

"Why can't you police officers just get rid of the trash blocking the road? I'm from America, and this is America Company."

Of course, he dared not say these words, so he could only face it with a smile.

Just then, a sentence in the noise startled him.

"Murderer, profiteer, eat shit."

The bottle cap was opened, and an incredibly foul-smelling tuberose wafted out, instantly freezing Cage Morgans' smile, followed by a baptism.

This action caused the protesters to take a few steps back, and seeing the once arrogant guy in such a sorry state, they all took out their phones to take pictures.

Cage Morgans was immediately enraged and panicked.

"Stop filming! No filming allowed! Police! Police, come and arrest them!"

As I spoke, something seemed to enter my mouth, which made me feel even more nauseous and vomiting.

But before he could vomit up his stomach acid, a pale-faced, clearly seriously ill middle-aged man not far away suddenly pulled out a pistol and fired several shots at Cage Morgans.

"bang bang bang bang bang"

The head, heart, and throat were all hit in vital areas; there was absolutely no chance of saving him.

The protesters scattered instantly; they had come to protest, but didn't want to be caught in the crossfire or mistaken for accomplices by the police.

The police were also in a hurry. The rapid dispersal of the protesters severely hampered their ability to approach the criminal. Fortunately, the middle-aged man did not take the opportunity to leave. Instead, he sat down weakly on the ground and waited for the police to arrest him.

The police officer in charge asked the question with frustration.

Why did you do this? Tell us who's behind it.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at the policeman.

"Stop wasting your breath. I used to be a police officer, with the rank of Inspector. This crime was committed by me alone."

The police officers frowned upon hearing this. Why would a former mid-level police officer kill a businessman?

The answer came quickly: Matsuo had asked someone to help him. Four months ago, he resigned and was deemed to have a life expectancy of less than six months and a daily activity ability score of less than 40.

As a patient with advanced large cell lung cancer, he was dismissed from the Metropolitan Police Department.

He was only 30 years old and had a wife and children, but he spent all his money on medical treatment and ended up losing his house. In order to avoid the debt, he made his wife divorce him and take the children back to her parents' home.

If he had a choice, he certainly wouldn't want to, but unfortunately he didn't.

In addition, he had a close friend who was a police officer who died in the bridge attack. For multiple reasons, he hated the Morgans Group.

This is his statement, but there's more to the story than he said: the night before last, a masked man approached him and promised to secretly send a large sum of money to his wife after he took action, claiming it was from winning the lottery, which was also a good way to launder money.

The Metropolitan Police Department is now in a very difficult situation. A former police officer killed the regional president of the Morgans Group. Because the case involves Naoki Hanyu to some extent, the head of the Criminal Investigation Department did not get involved in order to avoid suspicion, and the Second Investigation Division was put in charge on its own.
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Soon, Matsuo's story was posted online, once again arousing sympathy and praise from netizens.

However, the police did not think that way. With a murder occurring, they could not allow people to continue protesting, so they had no choice but to forcibly disperse the protesters.

Although online public opinion is growing stronger, in reality, no one will continue to protest in the short term.

Of course, there was also a lot of discussion on foreign websites, and even the American government's ambassador to Japan personally intervened, indicating that this was already a significant diplomatic issue.
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Two days later, the case seemed to have calmed down considerably, but Sarah Smith was terrified. She had witnessed Cage being killed by those lowly people who couldn't afford medicine.

Even with bodyguards, she felt very unsafe, so after contacting her boss and getting approval, she flew back to America that very night.

Unbeknownst to her, when she booked her ticket, Naoki Hanyu was also planning to travel abroad after learning that his destination was New York.

When Sarah Smith returned to New York, Naoki Hanyu had already flown to Canada. After spending two days there, he had his clone go back to Japan in his place, while he himself smuggled himself into America. Smuggling was dozens of times easier than smuggling into Mexico.
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In a luxury apartment in New York, Sarah Smith is leisurely soaking in the bathtub, her long legs protruding from the water, the foam obscuring her private parts, creating a seductive allure.

"America is definitely the best."

Sarah Smith still felt lingering fear when she recalled those days of anxiety in Japan. It was because of this incident that her incompetent fake lover and boss gave her a few days off, allowing her to go to the island to meet up with him the day after tomorrow.

The old man must have been having so much fun with that blonde bitch that he didn't want to leave, which is why he stayed on the island for almost 10 days.

Just then, the lights suddenly went out, not just in her apartment, but throughout the entire building.

"What's going on? Is there a power outage?"

This is a high-end apartment building in an affluent area, and there hasn't been a major power outage in several years.

Sarah Smith wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom. After groping around for a moment, she froze, because a tall, dark figure appeared in front of her. It was Naoki Hanyu, who spoke in a voice like that of a psychopathic killer.

"Hi, salad."

"what."

The next second, Naoki Hanyu sat down on the sofa, holding a woman in his arms who looked shocked and terrified. Sarah Smith's bathrobe had just fallen off.

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Hey lady, I'm acting in a horror movie called "The Haunted Room," not an adult film. Do you know how to read the atmosphere?
(End of this chapter)