The Tokyo Police Journey Begins with the Ability to See Evil Thoughts

After calling out Muheyou, the two got into the police car.

"Aren't you going to take him back? Now that it's confirmed someone cheated in this horse race, and Mr. Ide was the one who bought the tickets for the other side, why are you still letting him continue working at the shop?"

Muheyou, completely baffled by Kamiya Gen's actions, frowned and asked.

Kamiya Gen glanced through the car window at the warm yellow lights inside the shop, and could even vaguely see Ide Kenji helping to clear the dishes behind the counter. He waved his hand casually.

"What's the rush? He's just a tool being used. He didn't get a single penny. He was led by the nose by those two men in black suits the whole time. He doesn't even know how much money he helped transfer."

He paused, then offered another excuse, trying to make his tone sound reasonable, "Taking him back won't get us anything out of him, and it might just alert them. If those people come looking for him again, we could trace the trail back to the person behind it all. Besides, if he's taken away, his wife can't possibly support the noodle shop on her own. What will happen to the elderly and children?"

Yuzuki frowned, wanting to say something more, but Gen Kamiya preemptively changed the subject, rambling on about going to the Fuchu City Police Station to take Miwa Shiraishi's statement, avoiding her gaze.

He didn't tell Mu Heyou that the other party had received a five million yuan bribe.

Kamiya Gen knew better than anyone that once Mokuha Yuzu knew that Ide had taken the money, even if it was only five million, she would definitely follow the rules.

Adults should have basic judgment. It's impossible for Ide to be completely unaware. The other party could spend 400,000 yen to buy a single voucher, and given the strict confidentiality requirements, anyone who uses their brain a little can tell there's something fishy going on.

He agreed only because he was driven to desperation by life and was clinging to a sliver of hope.

But the law doesn't concern itself with these things.

Thinking about the "Act on Prevention of Transfer of Proceeds of Crime" and recalling similar cases, Gen Kamiya frowned.

Kenji Ide assisted in transferring 400 million yen of illicit proceeds. Even if he claims he was unaware of it, if the court determines that he "should have known," he will be considered an accomplice, facing penalties ranging from fines and probation to imprisonment.

The five million yen bribe is the most direct evidence, and once it's discovered, Kenji Ide will have no way to refute it.

"They said we can go over there. Shiraishi Miwa, who filed the report, is still at the Fuchu City Police Department," said Muhe You, putting down her phone.

Kamiya Gen put aside his chaotic thoughts and said, "Let's go take a look first. From here to Fuchu City Police Station, we can take the Metropolitan Expressway to avoid the congested sections. It should take about thirty to forty minutes. It's not rush hour at this time, so the journey shouldn't be too delayed. Let's try to get clues about those two men in black suits as soon as possible so we can find out who's behind it all."

"Wait...we should probably do something else first..."

Before Muheyou could finish speaking, Kamiya Gen had already started the car and sped away.

Given the current situation, there's absolutely no lead in the case. He plans to first visit the person who reported it. If he finds the case difficult to investigate, he might as well abandon the investigation and return to Shibuya...

I'll just leave it to that blockhead when the time comes, and pretend I didn't see it... If she really wants to investigate, that's her business.

Seeing the ramen shop in the rearview mirror gradually shrink, Gen Kamiya shook his head.

If Kenji Ide were smarter, he would have taken advantage of this crucial moment to quickly transfer the money away, leaving not a single penny on his person. He could then deny everything and at most be locked up for a few days, and no one could do anything about it.

—I have done everything I could; now it's up to him to see if he has the brains to back it up.

Thinking this way, Kamiya Gen relaxed a bit, at least he no longer felt any psychological pressure.

……

Forty minutes later, the police car came to a steady stop in front of the Fuzhong City Police Department.

Unlike the bustling Shibuya Police Station, the lobby here was relatively quiet. Several local detectives in uniform were sitting behind the reception desk organizing case files. When they looked up and saw the police uniforms on Kamiya Gen and Kiha Yu, their eyes showed a hint of estrangement.

After the two men showed their identification and explained their purpose, the police officer at the reception desk did not immediately lead the way, but turned around and went to the back room to report.

A short while later, a man in a dark police uniform with inspector's insignia on his epaulets emerged. His face was stern, his eyes filled with obvious rejection. He sized up the two men and spoke curtly:

"You're from Shibuya Police Station? I'm Ichiro Sato from the Criminal Investigation Division of Fuchu Police Station."

"Hello, Inspector Sato. We are Gen Kamiya and Yuzu Kihara from the Shibuya Criminal Investigation Division. We've come to see Miwa Shiraishi's police report and to learn more about the details of the horse racing cheating case."

Mu Heyou stepped forward first, her tone polite yet professional, and handed over their identification documents.

Sato didn't take it, but crossed his arms and frowned deeply: "I'm sorry, you two, this case is handled by our Fuchu Police Station. The person who reported the case, Shiraishi Miwa, was also received by us. We will report the relevant statements and clues according to the procedure, so there's no need for our colleagues at the Shibuya Police Station to trouble themselves."

The implication of dismissing him was all too clear, and Mu Heyou's brows furrowed.

"Inspector Sato, you can't say that. The key person in this case, Kenji Ide, has his residence and business in Shibuya Ward, which falls under our jurisdiction. We have the right to intervene in the investigation and assist you in verifying the clues."

Sato waved his hand, his tone growing increasingly impatient: "This case involves internal issues of the Central Racing Association. We have already contacted the JRA's inspection department and are verifying what Miwa Shiraishi said. You are from out of town and do not understand the local situation. Your interference will only disrupt our investigation."

After saying that, the other person turned around and went back.

Kamiya Gen stood aside, not saying much, but secretly laughing to himself—wasn't this exactly what he wanted? The local police didn't want them to get involved, so he could take advantage of the situation and use "territorial jurisdiction" as an excuse to withdraw and leave the case entirely to them.

But then he realized that his brain seemed to have gone awry.

The person next to me is no ordinary police inspector.

Seeing the other person walk away, Muheyou turned around, took a few steps back, and took out her phone to make a call.

A few minutes later, Sato Ichiro, who had been so adamant and left the two of them hanging in the hall, suddenly rushed out of the inner room in a panic, sweat beading on his forehead, completely losing his previous arrogance.

Behind him followed a police inspector in formal attire, whose rank was clearly higher. He walked briskly and looked solemn. Upon seeing Mu Heyou, he immediately composed himself and stepped forward to say:

"You must be Inspector Kihachi from Shibuya. I'm so sorry..."

The police officers who were originally performing their duties in the lobby all subconsciously stopped what they were doing when they saw this scene, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Muheyou put away her phone, her face expressionless, and simply said, "It's alright, it's just normal cross-district cooperation. The key personnel involved are in the Shibuya jurisdiction. This horse racing cheating case will be investigated by our Shibuya Criminal Investigation Division. That should be fine, right?"

"Of course, no problem."

The inspector immediately responded and turned to Sato, who was standing there at a loss, and said in a deep voice, "Sato, immediately compile and hand over all of Shiraishi Miwa's police report and all materials related to the event, and cooperate with your two colleagues in their work. There must be no delays."

Sato's face flushed and paled in turns, all his previous resistance and impatience vanished, and he could only nod repeatedly, "Yes...yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

"Then I'll have to trouble Inspector Muhe to handle the case. I have some things to take care of here. You see..." The inspector turned to Muhe You again.

Mu Heyou straightened up and said earnestly, "You can go ahead and do your work."

Only then do subordinates begin to show even a little bit of the proper attitude they should have towards their superiors.

Kamiya Gen stood to the side, his eyes twitching as he watched.

Sure enough, it's good to be rich.

With just one phone call, the superintendent of the Fuchō City Police Department personally came forward and handed over the case to them.

But on my side... my plan to back down and hand the case over to the local police has been completely shattered in an instant.

"What's wrong, Kamiya-kun? What's with that expression?" Yuzu noticed his unusual expression and leaned closer to whisper.

Kamiya Gen said helplessly, "I just feel that using power isn't a good idea. Aren't you an upright police officer?"

"How am I not honest?"

Mu Heyou frowned and said, "The process is reasonable and compliant, there's not a single problem. Am I supposed to hide anything and let them continue to hold me back?"

"Whatever, I don't mind," Kamiya Gen said.

He had long known that Muheyou would not refuse her family's help in certain aspects.

For example, in the previous smuggling case, wasn't it the entire Shibuya Police Station, plus many police officers from nearby areas, who all joined in the investigation?

At this moment, Sato rushed back carrying a thick stack of files, placed them respectfully on the reception desk, and even offered to lead the way.

"Gentlemen, the person who filed the report, Miwa Shiraishi, is still in the interrogation room. I'll take you there. If you need anything, our Fuchu Police Station will provide full cooperation."

Kamiya Gen sighed, silently complaining to himself.

Now things are really messed up; not only can I not escape it, but I've also become the one leading the investigation.

He glanced at the calm-looking Mu Heyou, then could only follow her footsteps and walk towards the interrogation room.

It seems he can't shake off this horse racing scam involving 400 million yen, no matter how hard he tries.

……

The interrogation room was small, with soft lighting, and there was no sense of oppression whatsoever.

Miwa Shiraishi sat at the table, dressed in a smart business suit, her posture upright.

Upon seeing the two arrive, she was somewhat puzzled, wondering why the police had suddenly changed.

"Ms. Shiraishi, please don't worry about these issues. I am Kihachi from the Shibuya Police Department, and this is Kamiya. We were specially transferred here to handle your case directly."

"Well... okay then."

"Please explain the whole story from the beginning," Muheyou said softly, opening her notebook.

Miwa Shiraishi nodded and stated clearly:

"I am a signal officer from the Central Racing Association, responsible for ensuring the live broadcast signal for this All Japan Horse Racing Grand Final without a jockey. I'm sure you two officers are aware of the nationally sensational 400 million yen prize."

Miwa Shiraishi's tone was exceptionally certain. "The probability of a 400,000 yen bet with odds of 1,200 times hitting the mark is so low that it's almost impossible. Yet it happened in this final race. It's too suspicious. Based on my understanding of my superior, Tosuke Takatsukasa, the head of the horse racing operations department, I've concluded that someone must have rigged this race."

When asked about the reasons for her suspicions, she stated directly:

"Tousuke Takatsukasa is extremely opportunistic. Since taking office, he has only focused on the revenue and traffic brought by the races and has always disregarded the rules of the Jockey Club. He has made illegal adjustments to the races on several occasions in order to create topics and increase betting volume, but he did not leave any solid evidence and all of them were eventually dropped. In my eyes, he is a person who can break the bottom line of the rules for profit."

Then, she presented her most crucial evidence, her tone resolute:

"I admit I have some prejudice against him, but putting that aside, he is the only one in the entire Central Jockey Club who has the ability to orchestrate this cheating."

He had complete control over the race's horse data, race schedule risk control, and core permissions to the betting backend. Only he could manipulate race results and manipulate betting odds to win prizes without leaving a trace or being detected by anyone.

She went on and on, but what she really said was that her boss was manipulating the competition and cheating, which gave Kamiya Gen a headache.

—I don't know how Muheyou could keep taking notes without asking a single question; she's really quite long-winded.

Thinking this to himself, Kamiya Gen asked, "Are you so sure it's him?"

"I'm quite certain that I don't know exactly how he did it, and I have no direct evidence."

Miwa Shiraishi shrugged, her expression frank. "There was nothing unusual about the entire race, no flaws, no loopholes. But this almost miraculous win, coupled with Tosuke Takatsukasa's character and unique core authority, means that no one else could possibly have done it. I didn't want to see the fairness of the Jockey Club trampled on like this, so I chose to report it to the police..."

"Alright, Ms. Shiraishi, do you have any match recordings with you? Let's take a look first," Kamiya Gen interrupted, otherwise this woman seemed like she could keep talking forever.

"some."

Miwa Shiraishi nodded, took out her laptop from her bag, opened a video, and turned the computer screen towards Gen Kamiya and Yuzuki.

The live scene of the horse race immediately appeared on the screen: the track was flat and wide, a dozen horses rushed out one after another, and the commentator's voice came through clearly, his tone full of anticipation for the popular horses.

"Which horse won?" Muheyou asked, as she didn't know much about horse racing.

Miwa Shiraishi dragged the progress bar to the early stages of the race, pointed to one of the horses and said, "This one with a lighter coat and a slightly thinner build is the champion, Yukiji Maru. It has an old leg injury, and before the race, almost no one thought it could finish the race, let alone win."

As she spoke, she clicked play. On the screen, Yukijimaru was indeed at the back of the pack, his running style somewhat clumsy, a stark contrast to the popular horses running swiftly beside him.

Then, she dragged the progress bar to the second half of the race, tapping the ranking changes on the screen: "It was only from here that Yukijimaru gradually accelerated. No one expected it to catch up step by step until the last hundred meters, when it barely overtook the leading horse and crossed the finish line."

Muheyou leaned closer to the computer, staring at the video on the screen, raising an eyebrow slightly—it was indeed no different from an ordinary underdog, showing no signs of winning, and its eventual victory seemed like pure luck and coincidence.

"That's not right. Even if this horse was an underdog before the race, there must still be people who would bet on it in such a big race. How could there be such an outrageous odds of 1,200 times?" Muheyou asked in confusion.

Just as Shiraishi Miwa was about to give her explanation, Kamiya Gen waved her hand to interrupt her.

This woman talks in circles; if she were to explain this kind of thing, who knows how long it would take.

So he began to speak:

"The winning ticket didn't just bet on Yukiji Maru to win; it accurately predicted the finishing positions of all the horses in the race, from the first-place Yukiji Maru to the last-place horse, in perfect order without any deviation. Only in this way can you get a 1,200-fold payout."

"I see."

Muheyou nodded, then watched the video twice more. "But... how can this be cheated? This race seems to be the kind without riders. You can't possibly control who crosses the finish line first and who crosses it last, can you?"

"But officer, it really happened," Miwa Shiraishi said, frowning.

Muheyu leaned closer to Kamiya Gen and asked, "What do you think, Kamiya-kun?"

Even Kamiya Gen couldn't see it. Watching this video, he even doubted whether Ide Kenji had been lying to him earlier.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Miwa was immediately displeased and said, "Officer, you can check who won the lottery. You'll definitely be able to find out about Takatsukasa Tosuke in no time. He probably wouldn't have bought the ticket himself, but he would have had someone around him help him."

"Ms. Shiraishi, you don't need to worry about how we handle the case," Kamiya Gen said, frowning.

Only the police knew that Kenji Ide was the ticket buyer, since even the JRA, the official horse racing betting agency, doesn't have the authority to access this kind of information privately.

So far, Shiraishi Miwa and the person who reported the case are still unaware of this.

The person who won 400 million yen in the lottery was actually just the owner of a ramen restaurant in Shibuya.

"It must be Takatsukasa Tosuke. If you just arrest him and interrogate him, you'll definitely find out..." It seems that Shiraishi Miwa really hates her superior.

Kamiya Gen waved his hand: "Ms. Shiraishi, please have a seat. Officer Koga and I will think about it and make a decision later."

With that, he led Muheyou out of the interrogation room.

……

"Is Kamiya-kun showing any promise?"

"No... as I said before, it's almost impossible to cheat..."

Seeing how troublesome the case was, Kamiya Gen had already considered giving up.

Moreover, judging from the situation, it seems that as long as the noodle shop owner doesn't admit it, no one can do anything about his five million.

With so many horses and audience members present, how could they possibly cheat?

Unless there is another time traveler, there is absolutely no possibility of cheating.

Kamiya Gen had thought about the possibility of other transmigrators in this world a long time ago, and felt that such a thing was possible—if not, then why are the two worlds different in many small details?

The bag was made like this because a senior colleague accidentally became the butterfly that stirred the magnetic rod...

Of course, this is just speculation. Kamiya Gen simply hopes that he won't be too surprised when he encounters other transmigrators someday, lest he lose face.

"But didn't you say that Kenji Ide was forced to buy betting tickets, and that the 400,000 yen was given to him by someone else? If he didn't cheat, why would he specifically buy 400,000 yen worth of betting tickets?" Yuzuki said.

Kamiya Gen snapped out of his daze and chuckled, "Did I say that...? Okay, but I don't know how I cheated. How about we just do what Sato said and hand the case back to the Fuchu Police Station?"

His gaze swept across the tightly closed interrogation room door at the end of the corridor. "You heard it too. Besides stubbornly insisting that her boss has a problem, Shiraishi Miwa can't produce any solid evidence. As for Ide Kenji, all we've seen are two men in black suits wearing sunglasses. We can't even describe what they look like. This case is a bottomless pit if we keep investigating it."

Muhe You stopped and turned around, arms crossed, looking at him with a furrowed brow: "Kamiya-kun, you're a police officer. Four hundred million yen in illicit proceeds have been transferred, and there's suspected cheating in a national-level competition. Just because it's difficult to investigate, you're going to pretend you didn't see it?"

"What else?"

Kamiya Gen shrugged, looking helpless. "I can't exactly go and drag Takashi Tosuke here and interrogate him about whether he rigged the race, can I? Putting aside the fact that he's the head of the Central Racing Association and has connections everywhere, the evidence we have right now isn't even enough to summon him."

He was calculating in his mind—as long as Muhe You gave in, he could immediately pass this hot potato away. As long as Ide Kenji insisted that he knew nothing about it, he would at most receive a reprimand. He wouldn't have to bother investigating the case, and he would also leave a way out for the noodle shop owner who was driven to desperation by life. It was a win-win situation.

Just as Muhe You was about to retort, a series of urgent arguments suddenly came from the direction of the interrogation room. A man's suppressed roar of anger came through the door, mixed with Shiraishi Mei's raised tone.

The two exchanged a glance and quickly walked over.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the interrogation room, I saw a man in a dark gray suit and thin-rimmed glasses gripping Shiraishi Miwa's wrist, leaning slightly forward, his tone full of anger.

The man looked to be around thirty years old, with his hair neatly combed and his tie properly tied. However, his face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"Miwa! Haven't you made enough of a scene?!"

The man's voice was extremely low, but every word was filled with anger: "You're coming back with me right now, and we'll drop the police report. Just say you were confused and made wild guesses!"

"I'm not leaving!"

Miwa Shiraishi forcefully shook off his hand and took a step back. "Akihiro Hasegawa, I'll say it again, I'm not messing around! The race was rigged, and Tosuke Takashi is the mastermind. I can't watch the fairness of the horse racing association be ruined like this!"

"fair?"

Hasegawa Akihiro seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. Pointing his finger at her nose, his hand trembled with anger, "You're talking to me about fairness? Do you know what you're doing? You've filed a formal complaint against the head of the operations department without any evidence. Who do you think you are?"

He took a step closer, his voice almost overflowing with irritation:

"How many years has the minister been with the Central Jockey Club? How much influence and power does he wield? You think you can bring him down just by saying 'only he can do it'? Let me tell you, in the end, he won't even lose a hair, and both of us will be kicked out of the Jockey Club! Not just the Jockey Club, but the entire horse racing industry will have no place for us anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Miwa's face paled for a moment, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to back down:

"I did the right thing. Even if I lose my job, I can't pretend I didn't see it."

"You're insane!"

Hasegawa Akihiro stomped his foot angrily. "Are you really going to sacrifice both of our futures for your ridiculous sense of justice? How many years have we worked our way up to where we are now? Have you forgotten we're getting married next year? The mortgage on our wedding home isn't even paid off yet. What will we do if you get fired?"

That's enough.

A cool female voice suddenly interrupted the argument between the two. Muhe You stepped forward, blocking Shiraishi Meiwa, and looked calmly at Hasegawa Akihiro. "Sir, this is the police station's interrogation room, not a place for you to argue. If you have anything to say, you can go outside and say it. Don't interfere with the police investigation."

Hasegawa Akihiro then noticed the two policemen at the door. He was taken aback for a moment, then pushed up his glasses, suppressing some of his anger, but still didn't have a pleasant expression.

He looked Muhe Yu and Kamiya Gen up and down, and said in a stiff tone, "I am Shiraishi Miwa's boyfriend, Hasegawa Akihiro, and also a specialist in the race operations department of the Central Racing Horse Association. Officers, I apologize to you on behalf of my girlfriend. She was just being stubborn and said all sorts of baseless nonsense. We will not file this case and will withdraw it now."

"Mr. Hasegawa, the person who filed the report has the right to decide whether to withdraw the case, but only if it is based on their own true will."

Mu Heyou's tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable seriousness. "Moreover, this case involves a large-scale criminal offense. Even if the complainant withdraws the case, the police have an obligation to continue the investigation. It's not something you can simply decide to stop investigating on your own."

"A criminal offense?"

Hasegawa Akihiro's expression darkened further. He looked at Shiraishi Miwa, his voice filled with disappointment, "Look at the mess you've made! Now it's involved in a criminal case! Miwa, I'm asking you one last time, are you coming with me or not?"

"I'm not leaving." Shiraishi Miwa turned her face away, refusing to look at him. "I'm not lying, there's something wrong with the match."

Hasegawa Akihiro nodded repeatedly in anger, his chest heaving violently: "You're determined to cause trouble, aren't you? Fine, if you insist on losing this job and ruining our future, then this is the end of it!"

These words were like a knife, instantly piercing Miwa Shiraishi.

She whirled around, her eyes bloodshot. "Hasegawa Akihiro, what do you mean by that? Just because I reported the violation, you're going to break up with me?"

"I'm not trying to break up with you, I just want you to wake up!"

Hasegawa Akihiro's tone softened slightly, but it remained stubborn. "This world isn't black and white! Everyone in the entire horse racing club knows what kind of person Takatsukasa Tousuke is. Yet, in all these years, has anyone been able to touch him? It's not like no one reported him before, but what happened in the end? All those who reported him were dismissed on trumped-up charges, while he was promoted step by step! What makes you think you're better than those people?"

He paused, looked at Muheyou and Kamiya Gen, his tone pleading, but also tinged with a sense of resignation:

"Officers, to be honest, everything my girlfriend said is just her speculation. There is no substantial evidence whatsoever. The entire race was broadcast live, watched by audiences across the country. The race data, the horses' condition, and the live broadcast signal were all normal from beginning to end. How could there be cheating? She is just prejudiced against Chief Takatsukasa, which is why she insists that he did it."

"Shut up!"

Miwa Shiraishi interrupted him sharply, "The pre-match medical report for Yukijimaru clearly showed that its leg injury hadn't healed and it wasn't eligible to compete at all. It was Tousuke Takashi who gave it special permission to compete! And on the day of the match, he stayed in the control room for a full three hours and didn't even attend the awards ceremony. Isn't that abnormal enough?"

"That's because there's an online meeting with sponsors on the day of the event!"

Hasegawa Akihiro immediately retorted, "The medical examination report was also signed and confirmed by the veterinary team. Yukiji Maru's physical condition meets the competition standards, and all of this is documented! Using these unsubstantiated claims as evidence only makes you a laughingstock!"

The two were about to start arguing again when Kamiya Gen, who had been leaning against the door frame without saying a word, suddenly straightened up.

He strolled slowly up to Hasegawa Akihiro, a half-smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Mr. Hasegawa, you're a specialist in the race operations department, so you were also there that day for the riderless horse race final, right?"

Hasegawa Akihiro paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I was in charge of coordinating the event process and was on-site the whole time."

"That's perfect."

Kamiya Gen pulled up a chair and sat down, looking up at him. "I won't ask you if Takashi Tousuke has any problems. I'll just ask you two questions. First, in this riderless horse race, is it possible to manipulate the horses' finishing positions without being noticed by the audience or the live stream viewers?"

Hasegawa Akihiro frowned, as if he hadn't expected him to ask that.

He paused for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Impossible. The riderless horse race uses intelligent gates, and the horses run autonomously throughout the entire race. There is no possibility of human intervention on the track. Each horse has a real-time positioning and heart rate monitoring device, and the data is synchronized to the control room and the JRA's monitoring backend. Once there is any abnormality, an alarm will be triggered immediately."

As he spoke, he glanced at Miwa Shiraishi, his tone tinged with helplessness: "That's why I said she's just being unreasonable. How could someone cheat on something that's technically impossible?"

Kamiya Gen raised an eyebrow and asked, "My second question is, you just said that Yukijimaru's pre-race medical examination report was signed and confirmed by the veterinary team to meet the participation standards. How long before the race was this report submitted? And who was the veterinarian who signed it?"

Upon hearing this, Hasegawa Akihiro's expression changed slightly, and his eyes flickered unconsciously.

This detail was precisely captured by Gen Kamiya.

"What? Is this a difficult question to answer?"

Kamiya Gen leaned forward slightly, his tone still casual.

Hasegawa Akihiro adjusted his glasses, remained silent for a while, and then spoke in a low voice: "The report was submitted three days before the competition, and the chief veterinarian who signed it was Yuichi Morikawa, the brother-in-law of Chief Takatsukasa."

The entire interrogation room fell silent instantly.

Muheyou's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately opened the notebook in her hand and began to write down notes quickly.

Miwa Shiraishi was also stunned. She looked at Akihiro Hasegawa with astonishment in her eyes—she only knew that Tosuke Takashi had given special permission for Yukiji Maru to participate in the competition, but she did not know that the veterinarian who signed the document was actually his relative.

Kamiya Gen chuckled softly, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and looked at Hasegawa Akihiro, whose face had turned pale:

"Mr. Hasegawa, it seems that you don't entirely believe that your girlfriend is being unreasonable."

Akihiro Hasegawa's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

He turned his face away, avoiding everyone's gaze, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his voice was full of exhaustion:

"I just... didn't want her to jump into a fire pit. The entire racing club's top management knows about the relationship between Yuichi Morikawa and Chief Takatsukasa, but so what? There's no evidence that the medical report was falsified, nor is there any evidence that he manipulated the race. It's all useless."

"How could it be useless? Just investigate..." Miwa Shiraishi said.

Kamiya Gen interjected, "It's probably impossible to find anything. After all, the competition happened several days ago. Even if there were problems, someone would have already erased all traces. At least there shouldn't be any issues in this medical examination."

"Yes, the officer is absolutely right, so Miwa, don't do anything stupid, this case is settled..."

"What do you mean by 'just like this'?"

Kamiya Gen waved his hand to interrupt, then said, "This case must be investigated."

"Do you have a direction yet?" Muheyou asked.

Kamiya Gen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the couple, and then he said:

"Inspector Kihachi, go and contact the police station here. Call that Takatsukasa Tosuke over and ask him about it."