Tokyo Detective

Chapter 414 New 8-Star Reward (Long Chapter)

"Boom"

The sudden sound startled Kondo Sougo, who involuntarily took a step back.

Just then, a hand patted his shoulder, and he heard the bodyguard's familiar voice in his ear.

"Executive, what are you doing here?"

The familiar voice made Kondo Sougo's tense heart relax, and he turned his head to look over.

"Uchiyama, you go."

Kondo Sougo's voice abruptly stopped, because he saw a man's head with a rotting face, dressed in ancient hemp clothing, with a cut on his throat, and the other person staring at him with a pair of white, lifeless eyes.

"Where do you want to run to?"

"No, get out of my way."

Kondo Sougo tried to push away the dead thing in front of him, but he couldn't budge it at all, nor could he break free from the ghostly hands. He could only watch helplessly as the pale, rotting hand moved to his neck, and then a sharp pain shot through his heart. He couldn't help but struggle and clutched his heart.

it hurts
Under the streetlight, a bodyguard named Shin Uchiyama was looking up and counting the insects attracted by the light. After three minutes, he gradually realized something was wrong. "Is it really that long?"

"Where are you, Executive Director? Please answer me."

After calling out several times without receiving a response, Shinya Uchiyama was shocked by what he saw as he entered the woods. Kondo Sougo was lying on the ground, struggling incessantly, his right hand tightly clutching his heart as if in great pain.

"What's wrong, Executive Officer?"

Unable to answer, Kondo Sougo continued to clutch his heart tightly, his skin pale and his lips purple, looking extremely unsightly.

The bodyguard panicked. He didn't know how to perform first aid, so he dialed the emergency number and shouted for help.

"Help, help."

Soon, a Japanese person who had finished eating and was taking a walk in the shrine heard the sound and came in. Since he was an ordinary person, he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, the next woman was a nurse who knew first aid for heart attacks.

Seeing that Kondo, the general affairs officer, was in shock with a weak and rapid pulse, the two men laid the patient flat and raised his lower limbs in an attempt to increase the amount of blood returning to the heart.

Unfortunately, this method was ineffective; the patient remained unconscious and had no pulse, leaving only the final emergency measure of cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR).

Place your hands, one on top of the other, on the lower half of the patient's sternum and press vertically downwards to a depth of 5-6 centimeters, 30 times, at a frequency of 100-120 times per minute.

"Give me a quick response, 123456!"

After three consecutive sets, the woman finally stopped and shook her head at the onlookers, instantly causing a stir among them. A person was right in front of them, facing life and death.

Just then, the shrine staff arrived: the priestess, Inugami Miko, and a young priest.

A slightly hoarse female voice asked.

"May I ask what happened?"

"This person may have died from heart disease, or perhaps from a heart attack caused by a stroke."

Myocardial infarction—such a familiar tactic.

Inugami Miko was abandoned by her parents at the age of 4 because of her heterochromia and grew up in a shrine. She is very familiar with causes of death such as heart disease and myocardial infarction.

Furthermore, her heterochromatic eyes, with white outer rings and black inner rings, also saw a filthy figure not far away looking over, his expression full of malice.

Sacrifice to vengeful spirits
This is the name she, or rather the name given to these evil spirits throughout the shrine's 1300-year history.

The entire shrine contains more than one sacrificial spirit. The reason they became ghosts is the same as their names: they were used as living sacrifices to the gods.

The shrine was built in 711 AD during the Nara period (710-784 AD). At the time the shrine was first built, the capital of the country was still Heijō-kyō (Nara City), not Kyoto.

The shrine was founded on the 8th anniversary of a natural disaster and famine, which led to the shrine's first live sacrifice, which lasted for 30 years before it stopped.

This history is only recorded in very old books at the shrine and has been kept secret from the outside world. People at that time believed that human sacrifice would please the Inari god and the god would bring the land back to life.

Therefore, these living sacrifices that turned into evil spirits were often filled with extremely strong resentment and obsession. For example, she had read an ancient book that recorded that a family of five was killed as living sacrifices.

The head of the household could only watch helplessly as his wife and children had their throats slit and were bled out, treated like a dead pig. How could he not hate such treatment? The reason for slitting the throat was that the ancients believed that human blood could break the curse of heaven on the land.

It wasn't until the Heian period (794) that the rituals of Fushimi Inari Taisha were changed to focus on Kagura dance and the offering of sacrificial food (divine meals).

And the evil spirit before them, if I'm not mistaken, is probably the man who watched helplessly as his loved one's throat was slit.

Inugami Miko silently looked away. Every few years, an unlucky soul would die because of this at the shrine, and the priests could only appease the evil spirits with specific methods.

It was also because she had heterochromia, which allowed her to see ghosts, that she became a rare high-ranking member of the shrine.

Over the years, she didn't know if the shrine and Mount Inari were places of miracles, but they were definitely rumored to be places where yin energy gathered, and the chances of becoming a ghost if you died on the mountain were greater than outside.

More than 10 minutes later, a group of panting medical staff carried the deceased away. Inugami Kenko suddenly noticed something strange about the deceased. In addition to the traces of sacrificial spirits, there seemed to be other curses?
On the other hand, after the start-up banquet, everyone learned of Kondo Sougo's death. Hanyu Naoki was also a little surprised. It turned out that being cursed really did lead to bad luck, or you could say low yang energy. In short, it made one easily entangled by evil spirits.

"What bad luck."

Just then, the system's voice came out, which surprised Naoki Hanyu. The only prompts that could be heard were things that had been done not long ago. It was too fast. Didn't the Japanese police take half a month to process things?
[Ding! You have obtained an 8-star reward chest.]

Naoki Hanyu opened the treasure chest directly on his way down the mountain.

[Ding! Opened an 8-star resource chest and obtained the F-35 fighter jet family package, including one F-35A, one F-35B, and one F-35C, with a cost price of 400 billion.]

The F-35A is a conventional takeoff and landing variant, meaning it can only take off from airports.

The F-35B vertical landing variant can take off from a shorter distance and also take off and land vertically.

The F-35C carrier-based catapult variant can be used with carrier-based electronic catapults for short takeoff and landing, or it can take off from an airport.

F-35 fighter jet (300% configuration)

[Length 15.4 meters, wingspan 10.7 meters, height 4.3 meters]

【F35A重13.4吨，F35B重14.6吨，F35C重15.8吨】

Combat radius: F-35A/C 1240 km, F-35B 980 km

[Equipped with the EOTS electro-optical targeting system and the ASQ-239 Barracuda electronic warfare system.]

Air-to-air weapons

The AMRAAM medium-range active radar-guided missile has a maximum range of 160 kilometers, with six of each type.

[Sidewinder: Infrared imaging guided short-range air-to-air missile, range 35 km, 6 of each.]

Air-to-ground weapons

[6 GBU-32 guided bombs]

[24 GBU-39 Small Diameter Bombs.]

[AGM-158C LRASM: Stealth anti-ship missile, range 930 km, 3 of each]

【F35A/C内置导弹比F35B多出3分之一量，外挂导弹多出5分之2量】

Naoki Hanyu stopped in surprise, which immediately prompted the two women beside him to ask him questions.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered some things."

Wow, the system gave him three F-35 fighter jets at once. Combined with his original F-35B fighter jets, he now has enough to form a four-aircraft formation (Flight), with two lead aircraft and two wingmen.

Of course, not all of them are useful. The F-35B has vertical takeoff, which consumes more fuel, while the F-35C is still okay. It can take off from airports that are 350 meters long, and it is not difficult to find such airports or routes.

The most troublesome one is the F-35A, which requires a standard airport to take off, meaning it needs to be about 1000 meters long to get up. Where can it find an airport to take off?

Naoki Hanyu temporarily disregarded the restrictions on taking off and continued opening skill chests.

[Ding! Opened an 8-star skill chest and obtained the S-rank skill Radiation Immunity.]

[Immune to Radiation (S): Generates two types of cells and a protective membrane for DNF within the body, enabling the body's DNF and cells to resist various types of radiation. Increases the flawless protein gene to protect DNA from high-energy particle damage, increases the flawless synthesis gene, and forms a glassy protective layer within cells. Strength +10, Agility +10, Endurance +10, Spirit +10]

The effect of the flawless protein gene is many times greater than that of the Dsup protein gene in tardigrades, and the flawless synthesis gene is many times greater than that of the trehalose synthesis gene. (Don't ask me how it's many times greater; it just makes you immune to radiation.)
【Strength: 149】

[Endurance: 177]

[Agility: 128]

【Spirit: 140】

"hiss"

[Ding, it has been detected that the host has acquired the A-level skill Electromagnetic Pulse and the S-level skill Ionization Physique, and the Radiation Immune Physique dual skills have undergone positive changes, enhancing the quality and range of the Electromagnetic Pulse and increasing the quality of the ionosphere.]

Naoki Hanyu gasped in disbelief. As expected of an S-rank skill, it not only had an abnormal effect, but it also produced a positive change with the previous two skills.

Naoki Hanyu estimates that the static electricity he manipulates might be able to instantly electrocute an ordinary person, rather than causing serious injury as before. While the increase is indeed surprising, what he cares about most is the claim of radiation immunity.

Radiation is generally classified into three categories.

The first category is space radiation, such as high-energy particles, protons, electrons, and so on.

The second category is electromagnetic radiation, such as gamma rays, X-rays, etc.

The third type is heavy nuclear radiation, such as alpha particles, fission fragments, etc.

For example, the energy of a solar storm includes electromagnetic radiation, high-energy charged particle streams, and plasma clouds. If his body were truly immune to this, and with the fire resistance granted by the title of "Pyromaniac," he might be able to withstand a solar storm without any problems.

It's important to know that the surface temperature of the sun is about 5500 degrees Celsius, while solar storms typically reach below 1400 degrees Celsius. The most terrifying aspect is the various forms of radiation energy.

Now that he is immune to radiation, he can theoretically face a solar storm. Just thinking about that science fiction scene excites Naoki Hanyu. He might even be able to withstand the aftershocks of a nuclear explosion.

Naoki Hanyu's unusual behavior made the two women beside him even more puzzled.

"What's wrong with you?"

Naoki Hanyu suddenly and openly embraced Saeko Amamiya and Eri Miyabashi, one in each arm, their slender waists, each with a different feel, making them irresistible.

"Together tonight?"

Saeko Amamiya rolled her eyes at the man, while Eri Miyazaki remained silent in acquiescence.

They both knew that it would be difficult to indulge themselves for at least a while after tonight, and the longer they spent together, the more they craved each other's perfect bodies. It's not just men who crave women's bodies.

Shortly after, at the hotel.

Two beautiful figures emerged from the kimono, and then, in front of the man, they untied the sashes, revealing a pair of black and white stockings and sexy black and white lingerie underneath.

Saeko Amamiya swayed her hips and approached the man without any pressure, while Eri Miyazaki hesitated for a second before following suit.

So Naoki Hanyu, sitting on the bed, could only look up at the two extraordinary, magnificent breasts, which were very large.

Late at night, unlike the battle with someone else, at the agricultural cooperative headquarters in the Otemachi financial district of Chiyoda Ward (the same ward as the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters), the agricultural cooperative president, Koichi Yamano, finally learned of the sudden bad news.

"What did you say? Kondo is dead?"

"Yes."

"What was the cause of death? Could it be related to the YMCA?"

"According to the bodyguard's statement, Director Kondo suffered a heart attack while using the restroom, and there were no other outsiders present. Furthermore, the forensic examination confirmed that it was indeed a common heart attack."

"I understand."

Koichi Yamano hung up the phone, his expression extremely unpleasant.

"That bastard, he should have said so earlier when he was about to die, damn it, damn it."

Koichi Yamano, having endured so much frustration, finally snapped and smashed up his office, scaring everyone outside away from looking in.

"Hmph, it will take another waste of time to elect a new Kanto Special Executive Director, even though time is what I lack most."

Kondo Sougo was technically his man. In order to push him to the position of executive director, he had made many compromises and paid a heavy price with other bigwigs in the agricultural cooperative. Now he was being told that all his efforts had gone down the drain.

Unlike the previous three regional executives who acted like warlords and sometimes even ignored his orders as chairman, Kondo Sougo was different.

Kondo Sougo doesn't have many connections or a large team, so he can only rely on others to secure his position.

Remembering the guy's promises over the past few days, his anger, which had just subsided, flared up again.

"Damn it, now we can only delay for two days to elect new directors before we can continue to arrange business in the Kanto region."

What Koichi Yamano didn't know was that it was precisely because of the two-day delay that certain people were given an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Torate City, located on the north bank of the Tone River in Ibaraki Prefecture, is also nourished by the Tone River, so like the area to the south, it is covered with endless rice paddies, where many machines and people are busy harvesting.

A car passed a combine harvester, and a woman and a man got out of the car, carrying briefcases as they walked along the country road in the fields.

The visitors were none other than Satomi Sakuraba, the new Minister of Agriculture at the Tokyo Central Bank, and her subordinate Yoji Yamashita.

The newcomer, who had graduated from university less than two years ago, looked up at the cloudless sky and the sun and couldn't help but complain.

"Minister, why don't you drive the car in?"

Sakuraba Rimi smiled slightly.

"There are only single lanes behind us, so there's no need to delay their work. After all, we're here to ask for a favor."

"Oh."

Yoji Yamashita was skeptical of such words. The woman in front of him was a "colleague" who joined the company at the same time as him, and he had heard about her reputation at the bank.

Unlike those from prestigious universities, I graduated from an ordinary university. Although I didn't make any mistakes, I didn't achieve anything particularly remarkable either; I was just average.

It's unbelievable that someone with such qualifications became a deputy section chief in a year, a section chief in a year and a half, and is now the head of a new department. Even with connections, it wouldn't have been this fast.

So it wasn't just him; most of his colleagues were guessing that Sakuraba Rimi was that important person's lover, since her face certainly had the right to sell herself.

Otherwise, why would agricultural loans, which are clearly the responsibility of the financial department, be separated out? Moreover, the bank says it wants to focus on developing agricultural products and similar businesses. Any normal banker knows that they can't succeed in agricultural products and can't compete with agricultural cooperatives at all.

Yoji Yamashita couldn't understand why the bank president would make such an arrangement, why no one on the board of directors would stop it, or why the shareholders' meeting wouldn't care.
However, this seemingly incompetent minister wasn't entirely without merit. She had a genuinely approachable smile and remained friendly despite being subtly ostracized. If she were to get married, she would likely be a good wife and mother.

Yoji Yamashita shook his head to dispel these inexplicable thoughts. It seemed that running around for the past two days had messed up his brain.

The two walked into a village called Quangu Village. Along the way, many agricultural machines passed by, and they often saw two agricultural vehicles blocking the way, making it difficult to move. In addition, the air seemed to be filled with the smell of rice.

In the village office, Sakuraba Rimi bowed to the village official and asked him a question.

"Hello, I'm from Tokyo Central Bank. I made an appointment yesterday to see Mayor Izumiya. Is he here?"

The middle-aged man bowed in return.

"The village chief went out to help out. If you need to find him, you can wait here. There's air conditioning on."

"No need, I'll go find the village chief now. Could you please give me directions?"

Sakuraba Rimi and the other walked back again. The scorching sun finally made them sweat, and the sweat kept increasing. Yamashita Yoji began to complain that his new boss was such a hassle. He had a car to drive and air conditioning to use, so why did he have to suffer like this? But he dared not say that. It wouldn't be good to offend someone with connections.

The two quickly found the village chief, who was arguing with a man in a suit.

"Quangu, you're kicking me when I'm down and trying to raise prices on the spot."

"Ha, I learned it from you guys. Hasn't your agricultural cooperative been doing the same thing for the past two years? Do you remember four years ago when a small mistake happened, you forced our 20,000 tons of rice to be sold at the lowest price of second-grade rice, even though it was clearly first-grade Koshihikari rice?"

The man in the suit retorted angrily.

"How can you compare them? At that time, soil problems were indeed detected around your land. We were all doing this for everyone's benefit."

People in their 70s won't buy into that.

"Bullshit, the rice is still of high quality. In the end, it's just that your dead executive director thought he had us cornered."

"We are partners, is this how you treat your partners?"

"Our partners are also in business. This year, our rice is of the best quality, so what's wrong with charging you the best price?"

The two, one old and one middle-aged, argued heatedly, their faces turning red. Izumiya Goro, in a fit of anger, started swearing.

“Didn’t you say a few days ago that the new executive director was coming to talk to me? How come in the end it’s just an ordinary director like you? Do you look down on our Quangu Village and think that we Quangu people can’t refuse to sell to you?”

Several able-bodied young men from Quangu Village immediately began to loudly question the members of the farmers' association, turning the atmosphere into a powder keg. This finally frightened the two members of the farmers' association so much that they fled in panic, fearing that these country folk would actually beat them.

Sakuraba Rimi wasn't afraid of the group of huffing, burly men. She walked up to them with a smile and greeted them. She knew she didn't have any particular strengths, which was why she practiced in front of the mirror for a year to develop a near-perfect smile.

"Hello, Village Chief Izumiya. I am Satomi Sakuraba, the head of the Agricultural Department of the Tokyo Central Bank. I already told you yesterday that I would visit you."

The old man, still seething with anger, didn't give a pleasant look. After all, he truly loathed banks, as his village had been ripped off by one ten years ago.

"I'm busy today, come back tomorrow."

"Village chief, what I'm here to talk to you about today will definitely satisfy you, can't you listen?"

Goro Izumiya's anger did subside a little because of her very friendly smile, but he just didn't want to talk about it, so he pointed to the woman's neck in front of him and asked.

"Why are you sweating so much? You can't even walk a few steps. A woman is a woman."

“I saw that the village was busy with farming, and the country road was too narrow, so I stopped outside the archway and walked in so as not to delay the vehicles. I asked at the village office and found out that you were here, so I walked over.”

"."

He could no longer utter the sarcastic words. The round trip was 3 kilometers, and this woman had walked for so long under the scorching sun just to see him. They were already sweating profusely in their thin clothes, let alone a woman in a business suit.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

(End of this chapter)