Tokyo Detective

Chapter 571 The Man Who Killed His Own Parents
The press conference ended shortly afterward. Although there was much discussion online, one man suffered the most: Prince Akatsuki, a drunk man in his forties and the father of Kirimiya Tamauri.

"Zhu Li is getting married?"

At this moment, the prince, who had been drunk for several years, was barely sober. He knew his brother's character and that he was absolutely capable of betraying his niece, even though he had thought about this day when he abandoned the family.

Looking at his daughter, who had grown into a beautiful young woman on TV, Xiaoshu and his father hadn't seen her for more than half a year. Did he, as an incompetent husband and father, really have the right to interfere?
Xiaoshu recalled everything he had done with his daughter in the past, from calling her "Dad" when she was young to calling her a complete stranger later on.

How could he, as a father, not realize that his daughter longed for freedom? However, his heart was broken by his wife's departure, and he had neither the energy nor the will to care. The liver disease caused by drinking had drained his body, and he didn't know how many years he had left to live.

"At the very least, at the very least, let Zhu Li gain true freedom."

At that moment, an inexplicable sense of responsibility welled up in his heart. Xiaoshu had only one thought in his mind, so he went to Huangju after a long time to find his brother.

However, in front of his brother's palace, he encountered his daughter, and a guilty yet longing voice rang out.

"Zhu Li".

Kirimiya Tamaru paused for a moment, then bowed.

"Good evening, Father. Are you here to see my uncle?"

"I'm here to see Brother Locust. Are you... alright?"

"Thanks to my father's concern, I am doing well."

Looking at his daughter's unfamiliar expression and conversation, Xiaoshu felt a dull ache in his liver. He didn't know whether to thank his brother or resent him for raising such an outstanding daughter.

"Zhu Li, are you really going to marry that guy who's the same age as me?"

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Kirimiya Tamaru's eyes were filled with complex emotions. In the end, she lowered her head and remained silent. She should lie, but she couldn't bring herself to say it in front of her only relative.

Xiaoshu looked at his silent daughter and had already gotten the answer. The anger in his eyes faded, leaving only affection. This was the first time in many years that Tonggong Zhuli had seen this.

“I’m an irresponsible father, but I want to see happy smiles at my daughter’s wedding, not a gloomy face like your mother’s.”

Kirimiya Juri was moved.

"Father, you don't need to worry about me."

"No, this is my duty. It's getting late, and girls should go to bed early."

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Kirimiya Juri witnessed her father entering her uncle's palace and could only suppress her worries as she left.
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Inside the palace, the two brothers' argument grew increasingly heated.

Xiaoshu: "My daughter is not your tool. You're letting her marry a guy who could be your father. What are you thinking, you bastard?"

Akihito: "All of this is for the restoration of the Imperial Household. As members of the Imperial Household, we must be prepared to dedicate ourselves to the family."

Xiaoshu: "Then why not sacrifice your daughter? She married a very good man, a young and promising rich second-generation. You're just being selfish."

Akihito: "How dare you! I am the Heavenly Locust, your lord! How dare you speak to me like that?"

Xiaoshu: "Haha, brother, wake up! You're not a king, you're just a national-level pretty face, always indulging in unrealistic dreams. Because of your dreams, you've ruined my life and my sister's life. Haven't you ever dreamed that my sister's ghost is looking for you?"

Akihito: "Get out! Get out of here! No one can change my decision."

Xiaoshu: "I'm warning you here, don't even think about sacrificing my daughter, or I'll take you down with me. Don't think that no one knows what bad things you've done."

"You bastard."

"I keep my word."

The sound of a fist striking bone rang out.

Shortly after, inside the room.

Akihito's fists were stained with blood, his eyes, now devoid of anger, were filled with horror, while Prince Akira lay on the ground, his deformed head a testament to his irreversible death.

With just one careless punch, a martial arts master could easily kill an ordinary person.

"How could I have become a patricide?"

"No, no, no, it's Xiaoshu's fault. He disobeyed my orders. It was him. I am his king."

The thought of his hands being stained with the blood of his own relatives haunted Akihito. The next morning, Kirimiya Tamauri received the devastating news as soon as she woke up.

"My father died of a liver disease?"

"Yes, they couldn't be saved last night."

"Why didn't you tell me last night?"

"The princess is tired too, so she doesn't want to disturb your sleep."

At this moment, Kirimiya Tsuri looked at the nanny who had always taken care of her and felt so unfamiliar. How could she say such a thing? Would a daughter ignore her father's funeral arrangements just to sleep?
Most news channels broadcast the prince's death that day, and the royal family held a grand funeral, costing 3 million.

Everyone could only glimpse Akatsuki's prepared body from a few meters away, including Kirimiya Tsuri. According to the etiquette experts in the Hoshinoya, women should not get too close.

Kirimiya Tamaru didn't believe it. She couldn't believe her father could die of illness. He was perfectly fine yesterday, so how could he have died after going to see her uncle?
Kirimiya Tama suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Akihito. Just then, Akihito noticed her gaze and looked over as well, forcing Kirimiya Tama to quickly lower her head.

It was him, he killed my father, all for my marriage?
Anger and murderous intent surged within her, and Kirimiya Tama clenched her fist so tightly that her fingernails scratched her palm.

Revenge, revenge, even if it means becoming the one who murdered his own family.

But how can I get revenge?
That afternoon, Kirimiya Juri saw the unexpected news.

"At 3 p.m. on October 12, the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division conducted a raid on a laboratory and discovered that human experiments were being conducted inside. The victims were all kidnapped by members of the Yamaguchi-gumi and sold to the laboratory. The person in charge of the laboratory is the husband of Princess Makawa's daughter. The police are currently summoning Princess Makawa and her husband to assist in the investigation, but they have not yet appeared."

The two deliberately avoided showing up, so the police really couldn't do anything about it.

The Japanese Constitution explicitly states that "the Locust is the symbol of the nation of Japan" and possesses the highest level of judicial immunity. Although it is not explicitly stated that other members of the Locust Chamber also have immunity, no member of the Locust Chamber has been arrested in more than 80 years, so judicial immunity has already existed in fact.

The Metropolitan Police Department's targeting of members of the Locust Bureau is close to the most unlikely course of action.

There are only two procedural ways to arrest a member of the royal family. The first is to have the Supreme Court issue a judicial interpretation confirming that members of the royal family are not immune from prosecution.

The second option is to directly initiate an amendment to the Japanese Constitution in the House of Representatives, explicitly stating that the Japanese House of Representatives has no judicial immunity.

Therefore, no law enforcement agency has targeted the Locust Bureau for 80 years, not even the Special Investigation Department, because legally, these corrupt officials are more difficult to deal with than members of parliament.

Seeing the Metropolitan Police Department take action against the Hoshimura, Kirimiya Shuri's eyes widened in disbelief. He had considered the possibility of the Youth Association carrying out surprise attacks or assassinations, but he never imagined that the police would be involved.

"Could it be that a high-ranking figure in the police system has connections with the YMCA, or is even a direct member of the YMCA?"

At this moment, Kirimiya Tama's heart beat faster. The YMCA's power was greater than she had imagined. If she wanted to avenge her father, relying on the YMCA was the fastest way.

Kirimiya Juri looked at the beauty in the mirror, took out lipstick and applied it to her lips, making them round and glossy.

"at all costs."
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In the evening, Naoki Hanyu was summoned to Akasaka Mikoto again by Tamaru Kirimiya. As soon as he arrived, he saw a beautiful figure dressed in ancient costume and light gauze dancing gracefully.

Her graceful dance, with its charm of Eastern dance, reminded someone of the imagery of a swan in the poem "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River."

When her slender waist bends like the moon, her skirt ripples with twelve layers of silk gauze, and her toes touch the ground like a startled swan treading on snow, turning in a flash.

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Naoki Hanyu was speechless. What was going on? Did he look like someone who would get infected?

That's a really good dance, definitely on par with top-tier dancers. It seems the studio really invested a lot in training her.

As Kirimiya Juri danced, she suddenly came up to Hanyu Naoki, took his hand, and tried to get him to dance with her. Unfortunately, her target was like an iron pillar, and she couldn't budge him an inch.

All Kirimiya Juri could do was extend an invitation with a seductive smile.

"Lord Tianzhu, may I dance with you?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll step on you."

Kirimiya Tamaru wrapped her arms and waist around the man like snakes, her voice tinged with a sticky, pinching tone.

"Don't worry, I will guide you."

It was only then that Naoki Hanyu noticed that Tamaru Kirimiya was wearing heavy makeup, making her look more mature and beautiful, but less innocent.

Thinking about it carefully, did he lose out by dancing?
It's not a loss, so why refuse? It's not like you've never danced with a stranger before. Not to mention women, even men have done it twice.

As Naoki Hanyu was guided to dance, the sheer fabric of her dress gradually disappeared, creating a seamless effect until her alluring body was revealed.

(End of this chapter)