Tokyo Detective

Chapter 502 The Clown's Horror
After uttering all the sweet words he could, Naoki Hanyu hung up the phone to the astonished congressman on the other end, and then asked calmly.

“Member Kitagawa, what have you thought about it? Would you like to become my friend?”

Makoto Kitagawa, a member of the House of Representatives from Miyazaki Prefecture, fled to Tokyo to avoid the Promotion Association. After all, Miyazaki Prefecture only has 107 million people, ranking 36th out of 43 prefectures, so you can imagine how weak its security is.

The councilor was surprised by the sudden visit from the legendary policeman. He immediately said that he was very unhappy about the difficulties he had encountered in handling the case recently. He said that although he was in charge of dealing with the Revitalization Association, the Revitalization Association's last stand might kill several councilors.

If it were his friend, of course he would do everything in his power to protect him. But if his friend dies, that's it. To become friends, you have to cooperate in this and that way.

The blatant threat left Kitagawa both angry and helpless. The person who came to visit brought a jammer, which not only recorded the conversation but also turned off the surveillance cameras.

Kitagawa Makoto realized that the potential danger made it impossible for him to refuse.

"Director Yuzuru, could you give me some time to consider this?"

"Then you'll be quick. I have information that the Revitalization Society will make its move tonight, but I don't know who the target is."

When Kitagawa heard that the Revitalization Association was going to take action again, he immediately agreed.

"I promise you."

Naoki Hanyu smiled and extended his hand.

“From now on, we are friends, Representative Kitagawa.”

"Yes, yes, we're all friends."

Naoki Hanyu's visit went relatively smoothly. Most of the people were spineless and willing to become friends. Even though they reported it to the Prime Minister afterward, Akiyama Akechi didn't want to get too involved. He just called someone to ask them not to go too far, as the priority was still the revitalization of the association.

Of course, there are both soft and hard bones, like the person in front of us.

The 40-something-year-old member of parliament named Riku Kurokawa is the nephew of the leader of the Kurokawa faction, one of the six major factions of the Justice Party, and also the second-in-command of the Kurokawa faction.

Most members of the Justice and Democratic Party join one of the six major factions, while some form smaller factions, such as the Hanyu faction (Tanaka faction), which is theoretically also a faction.

In Japan, the top leadership of political parties is divided into party leaders, three key party positions (secretary-general, political affairs director, and general president), and faction leaders.

While party leaders and third-in-commands are typically from factions, many are also non-factional leaders, as seen in the case of two of the current top four leaders who were not factional leaders.

Therefore, regardless of whether he was inside or outside the party, Kurokawa Riku always felt that his position was higher than that of the man in front of him.

Being threatened by someone inferior to himself caused Kurokawa Riku to have a gloomy face.

"Director Yuzuru, don't you think your words are excessive? The government entrusted the task to the Special Operations Bureau because they trusted you, and this is how you repay the government? This is blatant abuse of power for personal gain."

Naoki Hanyu shrugged.

"Don't be so angry. If you don't want to agree, that's fine. I'm not forcing you to be my friend."

Naoki Hanyu knew that the Kurokawa faction was involved in pressuring him to release the Tenrikai members that day, so it's not unreasonable that this guy is so tough.

Kurokawa Riku wanted to say something more to question him, but ultimately didn't. He simply pointed to the door and saw the guest off.

"I will not accept any threats under the guise of protection. Send the guests away."

Naoki Hanyu didn't seem to care. He left with several security guards escorting him, but before getting into his car, he took one last, deep look at the villa.

"It's really heavily guarded, but it's a pity you let me in."

Tokyo's air defenses are currently on high alert, meaning that any unidentified flying object could be shot down.

Fortunately, he has already laid his trump cards in some places, and each hidden hair will appear unexpectedly.

As night fell, Riku Kurokawa looked out at the brightly lit streets of Tokyo through one-way bulletproof glass, his expression turning grim as security personnel patrolled past from time to time.

Kurokawa Riku had been here for a week without going out, and he was starting to get restless.

Someone came and threatened me today, which instantly ignited my anger. Now that things have calmed down, I feel a little regretful but don't care too much. Anyway, I'll wait until Naoki Hanyu resolves the revitalization issue before considering going out.

Just then, the entire area suddenly lost power, startling Kurokawa Riku, who hurriedly shouted.

"Quickly, turn on the backup power."

"Please wait."

Two minutes later, the room lights came on again, but when Kurokawa Riku looked out the window, he was immediately horrified to see several men dressed as clowns standing outside.

One of them even slit the throat of a security guard, grinning and snarling, which terrified Kurokawa Riku.

"No, no, no, what's going on? Did they see me?"

Just as Kurokawa Riku instinctively tried to escape the room, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a clown-like man dragged a corpse in and closed the door.

Not only that, the wardrobe door opened, and another clown came out, revealing a ferocious smile to Kurokawa Riku. With a big red nose and a face painted with paint, he looked like a demon from hell.

"Your Excellency, Happy Easter."

"No, no, no, I don't know you, don't come any closer."

The clown approached Riku Kurokawa and sang a clown ballad full of gothic style.

The bell tolls thirteen times on the night of the lunar eclipse.

A gilded scepter fell onto a down-covered staircase.

The crystal chandelier blinked its mocking eyes.
The plaster statue shattered behind the curtain

He spun a blood-red ring on his toes.

Phosphorus flames burning on the lace neckline

A coin is tossed toward an inverted cross.

The signal that the pantomime is ending

There was no echo in the city hall corridor.

The memo was soaked in spoiled honey

The final chapter was signed with a peacock feather pen.

The sealing wax melted into the depths of his eyes.

When all the pocket watches stopped at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM)
The eternal silence of the masquerade ball
Only the colorful ball rolled in the rainy night.

The tire tracks that ran over the newborn
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Kurokawa Riku was covered up and watched helplessly as another clown opened the window, and one by one, the clowns climbed up to the second floor and came in through the window.

"Please, let me go, I..."

A knife plunged into his heart rendered Kurokawa Riku speechless, and the fear in his eyes gradually faded.

The second cut, the third cut, and then the blood and the corpse were placed on the bed with a sense of ritual.

[Ding! Intentional homicide has accumulated into three stars of evil.]

As the clowns finished and were about to climb over the wall to leave, a security guard saw them and issued a warning: "Stop! Who are you?"

The clown lay on the wall, a sinister smile on his face.

"you guess."

"bang bang bang bang"

The bullets hit the wall, sending up cement fragments; whether the clown was hit or not is unknown.

Soon, the bright lights shone on the blacked-out street, and all traces of the clown disappeared, as if he had vanished into the darkness. Only the clown's laughter still lingered there.

Soon, Kurokawa Riku's gruesome body was discovered. The bizarre death sent chills down the spines of the security guards. The clowns appeared and entered at any moment, creating an eerie atmosphere reminiscent of a horror movie.

When they checked the surveillance footage inside the house and in the rooms, they were even more shocked. One clown had crawled out from under the bed next door, and another clown had emerged from the closet.

The security guards looked at each other, and they began to consider quitting. In recent years, the salaries for security work in Japan had increased several times over, which was why they, as foreign retired soldiers or mercenaries, had become bodyguards. They never expected the murderer to be so wicked.

That evening, Kurokawa Riku's death became a last-minute news interruption, but it didn't make much of a splash among the Japanese public. Instead, the video of the clown killing someone was inexplicably leaked, sparking heated discussions among netizens who suspected that there was something strange going on within the Revitalization Association.

At the Yuzuru residence, Naoki Yuzuru was sleeping with Seiko Akimoto in his arms when a phone call from Akiyama Akechi interrupted his sweet dream.

"Hello, Prime Minister, is there something you need?"

"Kurokawa Riku is dead. What happened to the promise you made to me?"

Naoki Hanyu picked up his phone and left the room, while Seiko Akimoto opened her eyes and then closed them again.

"Prime Minister, please don't wrong me. It was Kurokawa Riku who prevented me from protecting him, which allowed the enemy to find a weakness. I still have a recording of him refusing. Listen to it."

Akiyama Akechi was speechless for a moment.

Naoki Hanyu said it casually.

"Don't worry, I said I would handle it well, and I will handle it well. It will be handled before three more councilors die."

"What? Three more died?"

"Fine, I'm scared of you. At most, one more person will die, no less. Even I can't guarantee that we won't encounter any unexpected events."

Akiyama Akechi ultimately said nothing more, because he understood that saying more would be useless; he was the one asking for a favor.

Naoki Hanyu hung up the phone and hugged Seiko Akimoto again; the familiar scent made it easy for her to fall asleep.

A few minutes later the phone rang again, and it turned out to be a caller from a rather tough-guy member of parliament.

"Hey, Representative Aibu, is there something you need?"

"Director Yuzuru, I've thought it through. I want to be your friend."

Didn't you say you didn't need it?

"How could I not need one? A friend like Director Yuzuru is exactly what I dream of."

"Okay, we can talk about it tomorrow."

The call came in less than two minutes after it ended, forcing Akimoto Seiko to open her beautiful eyes and coldly look at the man holding her. Her dark circles under her eyes were impossible to ignore.

"Why don't you go back to sleep?"

"I'll turn off my phone and not answer these difficult calls."

Ignoring his girlfriend's resentment, Naoki Hanyu reached inside her clothes with both hands, completely disregarding the politician's growing agitation.

The following evening, the entire area of ​​Representative Shida's riverside villa in Arakawa Ward suddenly lost power.

Several clowns crawled out from various corners of the house and entered the room. At this moment, "Shinichi Shida" was looking at his phone and couldn't help but look up with fear on his face.

"Who are you, the Joker Band?"

"Your Excellency, we've come to see you."

Shinichi Shida retreated repeatedly.

"How did you manage to sneak in?"

The clown grinned menacingly.

“We not only came in, but we also set up huge fireworks in your house. In 3 minutes, there will be a loud 'boom' and everything will be reduced to ashes.”

"It was planted with explosives. When was it planted?"

"Shinichi Shida" suddenly pulled a walkie-talkie from under the covers and shouted.

"Everyone leave the mansion; the terrorists have planted a bomb."

The clown was shocked to see this.

"You are not Shinichi Shida, you are..."

"Don't make any noise."

A flash of light, and four heads flew off; clearly, the person impersonating the senator was Naoki Hanyu.

The next second, the window was smashed open, and a metal giant picked up a long sword and slashed down.

"Boom"

Hanyu Naoki steadily caught the powerful slash with both hands, despite the significant difference in size. The effect was that Hanyu Naoki's strength was superior. The two men and their armored suits locked eyes, and Hanyu Naoki offered his praise.

"Not bad strength."

"You monster."

The Arbiter sheathed his longsword and swept it across again. The three-meter-long blade tore through the wall as easily as cutting tofu, striking the samurai sword in Naoki Hanyu's hand.

Naoki Hanyu's sword is not the cursed sword Muramasa; it was specially crafted for today and weighs 150 kilograms.

Countless flashes of blades lit up the room, leaving deep marks on the furniture and walls. Even the surveillance cameras were damaged. Those outside only saw the building collapse due to the battle. The last thing they saw on the surveillance footage was Naoki Hanyu severing the Arbiter's arm by the root.

One minute later, a terrible explosion engulfed the building, with the force of at least several hundred kilograms of explosives.

Only Naoki Hanyu, carrying a sword and covered in tatters, jumped out during the explosion and was surrounded by his subordinates.

"Chief, where is the Holy Arbiter?"

Naoki Hanyu said weakly.

"I chopped off his head."

Many police officers looked shocked; they hadn't expected the problem to be solved so easily, considering that the Revitalization Association had left the entire country of Japan helpless.

(End of this chapter)