Tokyo Detective

Chapter 473 The Election Begins

And so Naoki Hanyu let her finish the food in his bowl spoonful by spoonful, while Mai Fujiwara thoughtfully picked up a roll of paper to wipe her mouth.

Her long purple hair fluttered in the winter wind, and her pretty face revealed a loving smile. At this moment, the policewoman who used to hold everyone back had become a dazzling presence.

However, the next second, the other person's action stunned Naoki Hanyu, because Mai Fujiwara was helping him take off his hospital gown.

"Mai, what are you doing?"

“Senior, you haven’t cleaned yourself since your surgery. Let me help you wipe yourself down, just like you used to do for me.”

"No need?"

"of course yes."

Fujiwara Mai sniffed at someone.

"There was still a lingering smell of blood on him."

Is your nose shaped like a dog's?

Mai Fujiwara raises her hands and makes a cute expression.

"Woof woof, I despise dirty people."

"I understand. Inspector Fujiwara, could you please help me with this?"

The patient took off her shirt, revealing perfect muscles underneath. Fujiwara Mai touched them and they felt firm yet smooth. The wounds that should have remained had disappeared overnight.

"Senior, you really are a monster."

"Yes, yes, I am a monster."

Her tender hands, wiping every part of her upper body with a towel, were full of affection.

After wiping her upper body, Fujiwara Mai looked at someone's pants.

"What else? Take it off too."

Naoki Hanyu let the other person wipe him, but because of the angle, he could admire the beautiful figure of the person who was wiping him diligently while leaning against the headboard.

The bent-over waist made Yuzu incredibly impressive, and the lack of buttons revealed her deep cleavage, which swayed with her movements, making her incredibly eye-catching.

After quickly wiping herself down, Fujiwara Mai felt her face burning, her throat a little dry, and her vision a little blurry.

I want to continue.

Driven by her obsession, Fujiwara Mai looked at someone's last shred of decency.

"Senior, there's one more place."

This time, Naoki Hanyu absolutely refused, since someone might come to visit.

"You really don't need this."

Mai Fujiwara grabbed the fabric with one hand and pulled it.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before, and you've done it in all sorts of ways, hurry up and take it off."

"I said I don't need it, and I don't need it."

As the two struggled, they heard the sound of fabric tearing. Fujiwara Mai froze, holding the rag.

Immediately afterwards, Naoki Hanyu grabbed the audacious woman and pinned her to the bed, looking down at the policewoman who had regained her senses.

Fujiwara Mai turned her head away shyly. She didn't know why she had gotten so excited; it was so strange.

"Senior, no, I didn't mean it that way."

"Is that so? But you really did play with fire and get burned."

One by one, the buttons on the skirt were unbuttoned, and the enormous thing that was about to burst out immediately filled the field of vision. Fujiwara Mai could only watch as someone lowered their head to taste it.

The following morning, Saturday, the House election began.

Japanese citizens pulled out their two ballots to choose candidates they didn't think were too bad, but today's generation doesn't have the high voter turnout of 77% seen in the last century.

The voter turnout in the Japanese House of Representatives is only around 55 percent, and the younger the person, the less likely they are to participate.

The voter turnout was 30 percent for those under 30 and 80 percent for those over 70. The reason for this is that older voters are organized and go door-to-door to collect ballots.

For example, agricultural cooperatives, certain religions, and even emerging cooperative farming societies do the same.

A village in Chiba Prefecture, Kanto region.

The cadres and government personnel of the joint agricultural cooperative visited each other with ballot boxes.

An elderly man in his seventies opened the door and welcomed the person in.

"You've arrived, please come in."

"I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Toda."

Farm workers walked through the corridor and even greeted the senior high school students studying in their rooms.

"You're really working hard, Tao Ye."

“Brother Ichiro, you’ve come. My ballot is ready. I’ll vote for your candidate. I’m doing this all because of you.”

The local agricultural commune executive, named Eikura Ichiro, simply smiled.

"You don't have to choose because of me. I'm just working for someone else. You can vote for whomever you want."

Toda Toji shook his head.

“This is different. I saw how the farmers’ cooperative was back then, and how you are now. Your farmers’ cooperative is so much better than the farmers’ cooperative. I hope you can bring benefits to many farmers.”

Eikura Ichiro patted the boy's hair. They actually lived not far from each other and would occasionally bump into each other and chat.

"Don't think like that. The farmers' cooperative is indeed doing well now, but it may not be able to stay that way forever. Maybe it will degenerate like the farmers' association in the future. You have to use your own eyes to tell whether it is trustworthy or not."

"Yes, I think Ichiro-nii is trustworthy."

Agricultural cooperatives and farmers' associations usually only guide voting, but they go even further when it comes to religious groups.

For example, the now-declining religious creation society could hold a large rally and force believers to vote for a particular candidate. In single-member constituency votes, believers could choose a candidate who cooperates with the church, while in proportional representation votes, they could choose a small political party supported by their own religion.

This is also a choice that religions like the Creation Society have no other option but to make. In single-member constituency votes, one can only vote for local candidates. These religions do have a large number of members, but the number of believers and non-believers in a given area is far less.

Unless a miracle occurs, it is impossible to become a congressman in a single-member constituency. The only way to obtain one or two seats is through proportional representation, where candidates choose their political party.

In Meguro Ward, Tokyo, Naoki Hanyu arrived alone at the nearest polling station on Matsukaze Street, greeting many people along the way—after all, he's a celebrity. He also bumped into Takako Arimura, who was also there; her long, fiery red hair was still dazzling.

"Takako, you're here to vote too! Where's Mr. Arimura?"

"He'll submit it again tomorrow."

"Oh."

Takako Arimura looked at the man standing behind her and, recalling the news she had seen yesterday, couldn't help but ask.

"Naoki, is your injury healed?"

"Of course it's great. We've known each other for a long time, and you have no idea how terrifying I am."

Takako Arimura rolled her eyes at the man. The two of them interacted like ordinary friends, sometimes exchanging flirtatious remarks but never making any physical contact.

Takako Arimura suddenly reminded him.

"I've seen strangers looking at Yuki these past two days, I don't know if it's just my imagination."

Naoki Hanyu was taken aback. He had been very busy lately, and Yuki Suo had been cared for by the nursing team and Seiko Akimoto.

"Is someone following me?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just my imagination."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Would you like to grab a bite to eat later?"

Takako Arimura shook her head.

"I still need to cook rice for Rei later."

"We can do it together."

"She doesn't like eating out."

"Oh."

Just as the two were chatting, a reporter suddenly ran over with a photographer.

"Isn't this Officer Yuzuru? You're here to vote too? What a coincidence! May we interview you for a bit?"

Naoki Hanyu looked at the reporter who seemed to have met him by chance but was actually deliberately arranged.

"can."

"May I ask Officer Yuzuru who he voted for?"

"I can't say the name of the councilor, but I'll cast my vote for the opposition."

Why not vote for the ruling party?

Naoki Hanyu said frankly.

"Perhaps it's because I've handled too many cases involving the ruling party, so I'd rather give other political parties a chance."

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Those around him were shaken by this statement; should they really vote for the opposition party?
Soon after, Naoki Hanyu left the polling station, and Takako Arimura watched his retreating figure with mixed feelings.

She knew her best friend Saeko Amamiya's current net worth. Even though she was born before her friend, if they hadn't severed that kind of relationship back then, she would...
The next second, Takako Arimura patted her cheeks.

"Don't think too much."

When Fuji Television broadcast the interview, some local media outlets lent their support, which actually caused some voters to hesitate, making the ruling party even more determined to kill Naoki Hanyu.

Unfortunately, it's not that they don't want to cause trouble for Naoki Hanyu. With the House of Representatives dissolved and the cabinet government temporarily powerless, they simply can't do anything to Naoki Hanyu. They'll have to wait until he's re-elected.

Meanwhile, those bastards from the Metropolitan Police Department were still arresting people during the voting period, and one news story after another shocked voters.

So, at 8 p.m. on Sunday, the voting ended, the ballot boxes were sealed, and the process of transferring the ballot boxes began.

The ballot boxes were escorted by police to the city's vote counting center, with each candidate sending a representative to accompany them and supervise the process.

If a damaged ballot box is found at the ballot counting center, it will require the signatures of at least two election committee members to confirm the vote count. Then, a high-speed scanner will read the votes.

The earliest ticket sales start at 9 p.m., and from that moment on, another battle begins, with all sides displaying their unique abilities.

Local election management committees can manually add undelivered ballots, often under the pretense of places like nursing homes. There are also phantom ballots, for example, people who died recently may also vote.

10 p.m., a constituency in Tokyo.

Local election committee staff are busy at a nursing home, writing ballots for elderly people who are unable to do so in a place without surveillance cameras. Once they are done, they can sneak into the ballot counting center late at night.

The leader shouted.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time. We need to get it to the center before 2 a.m.

"Department head, we've done our best, but there are just too few people."

The man who was called the section chief was also quite helpless.

"The Metropolitan Police Department is keeping a close eye on us, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Just then, a woman's voice came from outside the door.

"You know we're keeping a close eye on you, so why did you dare to forge ballots? Don't you know that's illegal?"

The door was pushed open, and Seiko Akimoto walked in with a group of police officers. Several election committee members tried to escape but were easily subdued. The ballots scattered all over the floor proved everything.

The head of the election management committee collapsed to the ground instantly.

"It's over."
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As time ticked by, the vote count was simultaneously transmitted to the prefectural election authorities and then encrypted to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications' central election authorities. The entire process was closely followed by various media outlets.

At 6 a.m., 99 percent of the votes were in the results.

1亿2000万的人口一共有6000万票，实际5980万票有效，其中20万是无效票。小选区议席数289席，比例代表议席数176席。

The opposition (Democratic Democratic Party) won 1900 million single-member constituencies and 1000 million proportional representation seats.

It seems like they didn't win all of them, but according to the Japanese system, it's a winner-takes-all system. They won 237 seats, the former ruling party (the Communist Party) only won 121 seats, and the other opposition parties won about 100 seats in total.

Since the Democratic Party won only 237 seats, which is exactly the minimum of 233 seats required to form a government, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the largest party will join forces with several smaller parties to sign a "Policy Agreement" and form a coalition government.

But is it really that easy?
Ryota Morinaga roared.

"No, I absolutely refuse to admit it."

(End of this chapter)