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

As Kamiya Gen previously stated, it would be extremely difficult to directly summon Takatsukasa Tosuke, the head of the horse racing operations division, based on the current so-called "information."

But this kind of thing is perfectly feasible as long as it is left to Muheyou to do.

In terms of background, this 22-year-old police inspector is truly impeccable.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, after a phone call from Muheyou, the head of the horse racing operations department was summoned.

—But judging from this, it seems that he wasn't summoned, but rather forcibly brought here?

Thinking this, Kamiya Gen sat up straight and glanced at the man opposite him.

The man was around forty years old, with a tall and well-proportioned figure. He didn't have the greasiness and hunchback often seen in middle-aged people in high positions, and his tailored suit was very neatly cut.

Even though he was escorted here by the police officers, his clothes didn't wrinkle much, except that his tie was slightly crooked at the collar, which he slowly straightened with his hand.

Her neat, dark brown short hair was meticulously styled, with only a few stray strands at her temples slightly disheveled. Her features were well-proportioned and sculpted, and from her eyes, one could tell that she was currently filled with barely suppressed anger and a chilling sense of being offended, yet she showed no sign of panic.

Finally, he raised his hand to brush off non-existent dust from his suit sleeve, glanced around the interrogation room, and finally fixed his gaze on Muhe Yuzu and Kamiya Gen behind the table, his contempt almost overflowing:

"Officers, I would like to know who gave the Fuchu City Police Department such great power to 'invite' me directly from the Central Racing Association's board meeting without a formal summons or prior notice."

Takatsukasa Tosuke spoke first, his voice filled with obvious anger, yet he maintained the restraint of a superior, without resorting to hysterical shouting, as if he were not there to be questioned by the police, but to attend a business meeting.

Mu Heyou's face remained expressionless. She first pushed the two officers' badges to the edge of the table, then sat up straight, her tone professional and serious:

"Mr. Takatsukasa, hello. I am Inspector Kihachi Yu from the Criminal Investigation Division of Shibuya Police Station. This is my colleague, Inspector Kamiya Gen. We are questioning you in accordance with the law regarding the case of alleged cheating in the Grand Prix of Horse Racing without a rider and the transfer of 400 million yen in proceeds of crime. We will complete the relevant procedures later. The process is compliant and legal."

"Compliant and legal?"

Takatsukasa Tosuke chuckled, his laughter full of sarcasm. "Inspector Kihara, I've worked at the Jockey Club for eighteen years, rising from a junior race specialist to the head of the operations department. I've handled no fewer than a hundred national-level races, and this is the first time I've encountered such an absurd situation where the race's head is forcibly brought to the police station for questioning based solely on a private report from an employee."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table: "I want to ask, on what basis do you conclude that there was cheating in this race? Just based on a winning ticket with a 1200x multiplier? Horse racing is full of surprises; upsets are countless in racing history. Does every upset mean someone cheated?"

"Whether it was cheating or not, we will naturally investigate and find out."

Unfazed by his imposing manner, Muhe You opened the notebook in front of her and went straight to the point, "Mr. Takatsukasa, the complainant, Shiraishi Miwa, claims that you are the only person in the entire Central Racing Association with core access to race data, race schedule risk control, and betting backend. She also claims that only you can manipulate race results without leaving a trace. What explanation do you have for this?"

Upon hearing this, Tosuke Takatsukasa's anger intensified, even taking on a sense of absurdity at being insulted in his profession.

"The only one with core privileges?"

He repeated it as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Inspector Muhe, I advise you to check the Central Jockey Club's race management rules before asking these questions."

The riderless horse racing finals are a Class A event jointly regulated by the JRA and the Sports Department. All core authority is divided among the three departments: Operations, Oversight, and Technical. I only have the authority to approve the event process; I have no back-end operational authority whatsoever.

He paused, his tone growing increasingly cold and hard. "The betting backend is independently managed by the JRA's Inspection Department. Not even the president of the Jockey Club has the right to log in and operate it privately, let alone me. Horse data and track risk control are jointly managed by third-party veterinary institutions and the technical department. The entire data is synchronized with the Sports Bureau's monitoring backend. With the races broadcast nationwide, tens of millions of eyes are watching. What makes me think I can manipulate things? Based on Miwa Shiraishi's wild guess?"

Muheyou's brows furrowed slightly, and her fingertips paused for a moment on the notebook.

Takatsukasa Tosuke's words were logically clear and unambiguous, which caused a slight crack in her previously firm judgment.

She quickly regained her composure and posed the second key question: "The champion of that competition, Ma Xuelu Maru, had a clear diagnosis of a chronic leg injury before the competition, and multiple institutions assessed that it was ineligible to participate. Yet, you made a special exception and approved its participation. And the chief veterinarian who signed off on the approval is your brother-in-law, Morikawa Yuichi. How do you explain this?"

When this matter was mentioned, Tosuke Takatsukasa's expression darkened slightly, but he remained completely calm.

"First, Yukiji Maru's eligibility to participate in the race was not specially approved by me. It was confirmed by the joint signature of three licensed veterinarians in the veterinary team that it met the participation standards of the Japan Horse Racing Association. I simply completed the final approval according to the procedure and did not overstep the rules or make any interference."

His voice calmed down, and his reasoning became clearer. "Secondly, it is true that Morikawa Yuichi is my brother-in-law, but he is also a director of the Japan Horse Racing Veterinary Association and has twenty years of experience in racing veterinary medicine. His professional judgment will not be affected by my brother-in-law. Yukiji Maru did undergo rehabilitation treatment a week before the race, but the final medical report showed that its leg injury had reached the standard for competition. All reports are on file, and you can retrieve and verify them at any time."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at Mu Heyou, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness:

"Inspector Kiha, you only know that Morikawa is my brother-in-law, but you don't know that Shiraishi Miwa's boyfriend, Hasegawa Akihiro, is Morikawa's protégé, and it was Morikawa who strongly recommended him for the event operations department. If Morikawa really fabricated evidence for me, wouldn't Hasegawa know? Would Shiraishi Miwa have kept quiet about it?"

Upon hearing this, Muheyou was instantly stunned.

Neither Miwa Shiraishi nor Akihiro Hasegawa ever mentioned this matter.

Kamiya Gen, who had been leaning back in his chair and barely speaking, just watching the commotion with his arms crossed, also straightened up.

He looked up at Takatsukasa Tosuke, and their eyes met.

"Furthermore, the complainant stated that you spent a full three hours in the control room on the day of the event, and did not even attend the awards ceremony. Your behavior was abnormal, giving you ample time to commit the crime."

Muheyou composed herself and continued to ask the next question, but the momentum in her tone had weakened somewhat.

Upon hearing this, Tosuke Takatsukasa immediately pulled out his phone from the inside pocket of his suit, unlocked it, pulled out a video, and pushed it in front of the two of them.

The video was a surveillance recording from the control room. In the footage, he was communicating with sponsor representatives and sports officials about the live broadcast of the event throughout the entire process. He was always surrounded by at least three people. He only went to the restroom once, for less than two minutes. He did not have any contact with the event control system on his own, nor did he perform any abnormal operations.

"On the day of the event, Fuji TV's live broadcast signal experienced two temporary malfunctions, and there were issues with the sponsor's naming rights. I had to be on-site to coordinate the entire process."

Takatsukasa Tosuke put away his phone and continued, "As for the awards ceremony, I received a call from the Sports Agency immediately after the event to discuss post-event oversight. I was simply unable to leave. There are call records, surveillance videos, and witness testimonies for all of this, which you can check at any time."

A brief silence fell over the interrogation room.

As Yuzuki looked at the questions she had prepared in advance in the notebook, one by one they were refuted by Tosuke Takatsukasa with complete evidence and clear logic. None of the questions she had prepared were tenable.

"Mr. Takatsukasa, I have a question."

Kamiya Gen, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his tone casual yet carrying a precise penetrating power.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Tosuke Takatsukasa: "Did you buy tickets for this final race? Which horse did you buy?"

Takatsukasa Tosuke was taken aback, clearly not expecting Kamiya Gen to ask this question.

However, he immediately frowned, and said with a hint of anger, "Officer, this is an insult to my profession. Not to mention me, the head of the operations department, even those in lower positions who come into contact with people working in the horse racing industry are strictly prohibited from buying betting tickets..."

"I'm just asking if you bought it or not."

Kamiya Gen waved his hand to interrupt, "Why is Mr. Takatsukasa saying so much? You and I both know that even if our jobs don't allow us to buy horse racing tickets, we can find someone else to do it. It's not that complicated."

Noticing the other person's gaze shifting back and forth, Kamiya Gen paused for a moment, then said, "Don't worry about us recording or monitoring you. This is just an interrogation room, not a questioning room."

"I didn't buy it," Tosuke Takaji said.

"Did you buy it from someone else?" Kamiya Gen continued to ask.

"Do I need to repeat myself? This is an insult to me..."

Just as Tosuke Takatsukasa was halfway through his sentence, his cell phone in the inside pocket of his suit suddenly rang.

He instinctively reached to hang up, but then suddenly realized that the phone he was calling was his private number, which he used to connect core members of his organization with top partners. It had never been made public before, and it shouldn't be ringing in this situation.

"You can answer the phone."

Before Muheyou could speak, Kamiya Gen spoke first.

"Um……"

Takatsukasa Tosuke nodded, almost walking quickly to the window of the interrogation room, and pressed the answer button with his back to the two of them.

His voice was very low, yet a barely perceptible hint of respect could still be heard.

But after hearing something said on the other end of the phone, his body suddenly stiffened, and fine beads of cold sweat visibly appeared on his forehead.

"Yes...yes, I understand...Don't worry, I will cooperate fully and will not be negligent in the slightest...Yes, I understand the importance of this."

He responded haltingly, his once straight back slumping slightly, his previous domineering aura vanished, leaving only obvious fear and respect.

The call, though only a minute long, felt like an hour to him. When he hung up, his fingertips were trembling slightly.

The moment he turned around, the first thing Takatsukasa Tousuke did wasn't to return to his seat, but to bow deeply to Kihara Yuzu, almost at a ninety-degree angle. His tone held none of the previous sarcasm or anger, only deep reverence and apology.

"Inspector Muhe, I am very sorry. I was blind to your greatness before and offended you. Please forgive me."

Regarding this case, if you have any questions, I will answer them to the best of my ability. All relevant information, personnel, and data from the Jockey Club—whatever you need, I will have it delivered immediately. I will fully cooperate with the police investigation.

This sudden 180-degree reversal of attitude startled Mu Heyou for a moment before she nodded knowingly.

"Mr. Takatsukasa, there's no need for such formalities. We are simply inquiring about the case as part of our procedure. You just need to answer truthfully."

Meanwhile, Kamiya Gen had already anticipated this outcome.

In Japan, everyone knows the name of the Five Regiments.

These five noble families, with their lineage spanning thousands of years, are the only two elite clans in Japan that are permitted to intermarry with the Imperial Family.

The Konoe, Kujo, Takatsukasa, Nijo, and Ichijo families have all produced regents and regents who held power in the government. Even in the Reiwa era, they remain the top elite circles in Japanese high society and are old-established powerful families etched in Japanese history.

Takatsukasa Tosuke comes from the Takatsukasa family, one of the Five Regent Families. Even though he is only from a branch of the main family, his surname alone is enough to command respect from most people.

However, this prestigious title, which seemed unattainable to others, was nothing more than a pretty but empty shell in the eyes of the Muhe family.

The Five Regents have been clinging to the legacy of their ancestors and their empty reputation, maintaining their dignity through their ancestral prestige and generations of intermarriage, but their inner glory has long since faded.

Apart from a few branches that still maintain their status by marrying into wealthy families, most of the collateral branches have long since fallen into decline, and some even have to sell their ancestral property to make a living. They no longer have much real influence in the political and business circles, and their so-called power and wealth are more of an empty reputation in social circles.

The Muhe family, at least in this parallel world, is the fastest-rising and most deeply rooted top-tier powerful conglomerate.

To put it bluntly, the names of the Five Regents are enough to intimidate ordinary people and command respect from wealthy merchants, but in the face of the top-level power like the Mokuha family, which can directly influence the direction of Japan's economy and policies, they are nothing more than a pretty but useless facade.

Let alone Takatsukasa Tosuke being just a member of a branch of the Takatsukasa family, even the current head of the main Takatsukasa family would be extremely polite and wouldn't dare to offend the main family of the Kihachi family in the slightest when receiving a call from them.

No wonder he changed his attitude instantly after receiving a phone call.

"It would be best if Mr. Takatsukasa could cooperate."

Kamiya Gen slowly broke the silence in the interrogation room, "Let's go back to the question from before. Before and after this match, did you notice anything unusual? Or did the technical department or the inspection department engage in any irregularities?"

At this moment, Tousuke Takatsukasa had completely lost his resistance, and sat back down in his chair obediently, his tone respectful and earnest:

"I...I really didn't find anything unusual, but you two are right. A 1,200-fold bet is definitely suspicious. I have two people who suspect it."

He spoke in a deliberately low voice, as if he were about to reveal a core secret.

Her gaze unconsciously swept over the tightly closed door, as if afraid of being overheard.

Seeing this, Mu Heyou immediately picked up her pen, opened her notebook, and looked at him seriously: "Tell me, which two people are they?"

"The first one is Kenji Kuroda, the head of the JRA's Inspection Department."

Takatsukasa Tosuke's tone was resolute, "As you know, Inspector Kihachi, the core authority over the betting backend is entirely in the hands of the Inspection Department. Only he can bypass all oversight, privately view betting data, and even modify backend records. I've worked with Kuroda for ten years. He's extremely ambitious and will do anything to climb the ranks. He's been reported multiple times before for abusing his position to leak betting secrets to acquaintances, but he always managed to suppress them."

He paused, then quickly added, as if afraid the two wouldn't believe him, "Also, for three days after the event, he often stayed in his office after get off work, locking the door and doing who-knows-what, and wouldn't even let his secretary in."

Muheyou's pen glided quickly across the paper, her brows furrowing slightly as she recorded all the information.

Seeing that Yuzuki was taking notes diligently, a barely perceptible hint of joy flashed in Takatsukasa's eyes. He quickly threw out a second "clue," his tone becoming even more urgent:

"There's another person, the head of the technology department, Tetsuya Asano! He was in charge of the entire race system, horse positioning, and track risk control for this riderless horse race. Only he could tamper with the system and manipulate the horses' running rhythm!"

"A week before the event, Tetsuya Asano secretly updated the core system of the event with a patch without going through the formal approval process or reporting it to the sports agency's regulatory department. He only added a meaningless explanatory document after the event was over."

He spoke with increasing confidence, as if these were undeniable facts. "Furthermore, before and after the competition, he had multiple private meetings with an overseas technology company, all held in private clubs, never daring to let anyone else know. What else could this be but having something to hide?"

"Inspector Kiha, I can guarantee that this was definitely done by the two of them together!"

Takatsukasa Tousuke slammed his fist on the table. "Kuroda controls the betting backend, and Asano controls the tournament system. Only by working together can they manipulate the matches without anyone noticing, and then pin all the blame on me! They've always been at odds with me, and by joining forces, they got a huge prize and brought me down—a win-win situation!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Muhe You with an earnest expression, his tone full of flattery, "Inspector Muhe, as long as you're willing to investigate those two, I can immediately have someone compile all their violations and personnel records over the years and send them to you! They're all-powerful in the horse racing club, and only someone of your status can bring them down!"

Upon hearing this, Kamiya Gen suddenly chuckled softly. The laugh wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet interrogation room, instantly interrupting Takashi Tousuke.

"Inspector Kamiya, what are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that what Mr. Takatsukasa said is too coincidental." Kamiya Gen flipped through the documents in his hand. "Kuroda Kenji and you seem to be vying for the position of vice president of the horse racing association? And his approval rating on the board has consistently been almost ten percentage points higher than yours, right?"

Takatsukasa Tousuke's expression changed slightly: "Y-yes, that's true, but it has nothing to do with the case..."

"It's alright?" Kamiya Gen raised an eyebrow, then asked, "What about Asano Tetsuya? Didn't he just propose at the board meeting last month to take over all the technical approval authority for events from the Operations Headquarters to the Technical Department? He also filed a formal complaint against you for improperly approving sponsorship rights during last year's Emperor's Cup, almost getting you formally summoned by the Inspection Department, right?"

Yuzuki also realized what was happening, looked up at Tousuke Takashi, and frowned deeply.

This guy seems to be using the guise of "investigating a case" to get me to help him eliminate his competitors?

What a cunning old fox! He's already mired in trouble himself, yet he's still trying to drag others down with him. If Kamiya hadn't discovered this, I might have actually listened to him and investigated those people.

Just as she was thinking this, Kamiya Gen waved his hand, signaling Kiha Yu to come out and speak.

The two walked out of the interrogation room one after the other.

"What does Kamiya-kun think?"

"I feel like I'm going in the wrong direction. This guy doesn't seem like the one who committed the crime. He's obviously trying to muddy the waters..." Kamiya Gen said, stroking his chin.

How confident are you?

"Probably... 80%."

In fact, Kamiya Gen was almost 100% certain that Takatsukasa Tosuke was not involved in the case, but he couldn't very well tell the other party that he only found out because of the system.

"What should we do then? Has the investigation reached another dead end?"

"How would I know? If all else fails, we can go to the horse racing department to investigate. Ultimately, the biggest problem with this case is the method. No matter who cheated, I can't figure out how they could have achieved their goal technically. We have to go and take a look first," Kamiya Gen said.

Muheyou nodded. She didn't understand how cheating could be achieved in a live-streamed event with an audience: "Then... let's send Takatsukasa away first?"

"Let him lead us there. Neither of us knows anything about the situation there. We won't understand anything if we don't have someone to take us."

The two returned to the interrogation room one after the other. As soon as they opened the door, Takatsukasa Tosuke, who had been sitting restlessly, immediately stood up from his chair, bowed slightly, and put on a very respectful face.

Muhe You walked to the table, closed the notebook, and looked up at him: "Mr. Takatsukasa, let's stop here for now. We're going to the racetrack now, which is the venue for this final race, for an on-site inspection. You'll accompany us the whole time and be responsible for explaining the system settings, track layout, and all the procedural details related to the event. Is that alright?"

"No problem! Of course, no problem!"

Without a second thought, Takatsukasa Tosuke agreed immediately, taking a half-step forward with an obvious fawning tone, "Inspector Kihachi, wherever you want to see, I'll take you. Not just the racetrack, but even the JRA's core server room and secure archives, I can open them for you. I'll call the racetrack management right now and have them clear the area immediately and prepare all the original data and equipment records for the day of the race. I won't let you wait a minute longer."

As he spoke, he immediately took out his phone and dialed a number. His tone instantly regained the authority of the head of the operations department. He gave the person on the other end of the line a series of instructions, ordering all the staff on duty that day, the technical maintenance team, and the veterinary team to return to the racetrack immediately and be on standby. After hanging up, he immediately switched back to his respectful demeanor and bowed slightly to Mu Heyou.

"Everything is arranged. The car is waiting in front of the police station. We can go there now; it will only take twenty minutes."

Kamiya Gen raised an eyebrow, said nothing, simply stuffed the notebook into his bag, and slowly followed the two out.

Watching Takatsukasa Tosuke fawn over him, opening the car door and leading the way, serving Yuzuki with utmost care throughout, Kamiya Gen shook his head—indeed, power is more effective than anything else in the eyes of these old-guard elites.

Previously, they questioned the police about the illegal summons, but now they've become the most attentive guides.

The police car drove smoothly toward the Fuchu Racecourse. Takatsukasa Tosuke sat in the passenger seat, occasionally turning back to explain the layout of the racecourse to the two of them, intentionally or unintentionally steer the conversation toward Kuroda Kenji and Asano Tetsuya.

One minute they say the inspection department has a dedicated monitoring room at the racecourse, and Kuroda's people control the entire day of the race. The next minute they say the core server room of the technology department is in the main building of the racecourse, and Tetsuya Asano spends almost every day there in the three days leading up to the race.

At first, Muhe You would listen attentively and take notes, but after Kamiya Gen pointed it out, she became more wary and simply responded indifferently without saying anything more.

Twenty minutes later, the police car came to a steady stop at the main entrance of the Fuzhong Racecourse.

Unlike the bustling crowds and fluttering flags on race day, the racecourse was unusually quiet at this moment, with the wide square completely deserted.

Only a few uniformed staff members stood respectfully at the door, and they all greeted Takatsukasa Tousuke as he got out of the car.

But when their gazes fell on Muhe Yuzu and Kamiya Gen, who were following behind in police uniforms, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

No one expected that the head of the operations department would personally accompany the two policemen, and his attitude was so respectful that it was almost obsequious.

"Muhe Police Department, Kamiya Police Department, please come in."

Takatsukasa Tosuke slightly turned his body and gestured to lead the way, then led the two into the racetrack.

As you pass through the welcoming hall, the first thing that catches your eye is the endless green race track.

The 2,400-meter circular grass track is flat and open, with a red sand track on the inner side. Every 50 meters, there is a pole with a monitoring probe on it pointing directly at the track.

At the finish line at the end of the track, several high-speed cameras are set up, which can clearly distinguish even the difference of a horse crossing the finish line by a fraction of a second.

"This is the track used for the finals. It's a grass track all the way. The race standards for horse racing without riders are exactly the same as those for races with riders, and even more stringent."

Takashi Tosuke stood in the stands, pointing to the track and explaining to the two, "Each participating horse has two independent positioning chips implanted in its body, one on the harness and one under the skin, which synchronize the horse's position, speed, heart rate, and cadence in real time, with the data updated twelve times per second."

The system is synchronized with the four-party monitoring backend system—the main control room, the technical department, the supervision department, and the sports hall—so that any abnormality will immediately trigger an alarm.

Muheyou leaned down to look at the sensors on the track and asked, "So, theoretically, it's impossible to change a horse's running rhythm and final position through external intervention?"

"Theoretically impossible."

Takatsukasa Tosuke nodded immediately, his tone very confident, "These chips and sensing systems are all certified by the International Federation of Horseracing, with an extremely high level of encryption. Not to mention external cracking, even internal personnel cannot access the core data without joint authorization from all four parties."

Kamiya Gen didn't speak, but slowly walked down from the stands, squatted at the edge of the track, and touched the induction coil buried in the grass with his fingertip. He looked up at Takashi Tousuke and casually asked:

"How often are these sensors calibrated before an event? When was the last calibration? Who is in charge?"

Takatsukasa Tousuke paused for a moment, clearly not expecting him to ask such a detailed question. He quickly took out his phone, checked the ledger, and replied:

"According to the regulations, the calibration is performed three days before the competition, and then reviewed one hour before the competition. The final complete calibration is performed the day before the competition, which is the day before the final. The person in charge is Tetsuya Asano from the technical department, and the review is done by his people."

Upon hearing this, Takatsukasa Tousuke was taken aback for a moment, then a glint of joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly looked at Kiha Yuzu, "Inspector Kiha, you see! I told you Asano was suspicious! He personally handled such a crucial calibration task; there's definitely a chance he tampered with it!"

Just as Muhe You was about to write something down, Kamiya Gen stood up and dusted off the grass clippings on his hands: "Mr. Takashi, calibrating the track's sensors is supposed to be the job of the head of the technical department, isn't it? According to your logic, anyone who did their job is a suspect?"

Takatsukasa Tousuke's joyful expression froze instantly. He gave an awkward laugh and stopped trying to stir things up.

"Let's go check out the control room first."

Muheyou closed her notebook and began to speak.

Takatsukasa Tosuke immediately responded and quickly led the two towards the main building of the stadium. They swiped their cards at three access gates before finally entering the core control room for the day of the event.

A huge curved screen occupies the entire wall, displaying track monitoring footage and real-time data panels from the day of the race, with more than a dozen control panels arranged on either side.

Each machine is labeled with its corresponding responsible section, with the three areas of operation, technology, and supervision clearly separated, even separated by a glass partition.

"Inspector Muhe, as you can see, these three areas are completely physically isolated. They do not interfere with each other and are monitored throughout the entire process. We know exactly who did what and when."

Takashi Tousuke pointed to the three areas and explained them carefully. He even took the initiative to turn on the full monitoring of the day of the event, saying, "Whichever part you two want to watch, I can pull it up, in slow motion or replay."

Mu Heyou walked to the control panel in the monitoring area, looked at the access lock on it, and frowned slightly: "So, even you can't access the monitoring area's backend, let alone the betting system?"

"Don't even mention me, even the president of the Jockey Club can't get in without the authorization of the head of the inspection department and the oversight key of the sports authority."

Takatsukasa Tosuke nodded immediately. "Shiraishi Miwa's claim that I can control everything is utter nonsense. I can't even get through this glass door."

Kamiya Gen strolled leisurely to the control panel in the technical area, casually pulled out a chair, sat down, and gestured with his chin towards the waiting technicians beside him:

"I need to see the system patch you updated a week before the competition, including the update logs, code changes, and approval documents."

The technician paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Takatsukasa Tosuke. Seeing that Takatsukasa Tosuke immediately nodded and indicated "do as he says," he hurriedly and frantically opened the system and pulled up all the patch files.

Kamiya Gen glanced at the update log on the screen and frowned slightly. It wasn't some kind of core system modification; it was just fixing the synchronization delay bug between the live broadcast and the event data. The modified code didn't even touch the core system of the event, let alone control the horses to run.

He glanced up at Tousuke Takatsukasa standing to the side, and raised his chin with a half-smile: "Mr. Takatsukasa, is this the system patch you were talking about, the one that bypassed the approval process and can manipulate the game?"

Takatsukasa Tosuke was somewhat embarrassed. He had only heard from his subordinates that Asano had updated the patch, but he hadn't seen the specific content at all. He just wanted to use this as an excuse to smear the opponent, but he didn't expect to be exposed on the spot.

"Where is Yukijimaru now?" Kamiya Gen asked, closing the system page and standing up.

"It's in the stable. It retired after the race and is still kept in the racecourse's private stable."

Takatsukasa Tosuke quickly replied, "I'll take you two there right now. The veterinarian is over there too. You can see all of Yukijimaru's medical reports and treatment records."

The stables are located at the back of the racecourse, in a quiet and clean environment. Each horse has its own stable and is cared for by dedicated staff.

Yukiji Maru's stable is on the innermost side. This champion horse, which created the miracle of 1,200 times the odds, is quietly grazing in the stable. Its body is indeed much thinner than the racehorses next to it, and traces of old injuries can still be seen on its left foreleg.

Upon seeing someone enter, the veterinarian responsible for taking care of Yukijimaru quickly came forward; he was one of the members of the veterinary team.

Takatsukasa Tosuke immediately had him produce all of Yukijimaru's medical examination reports from six months before the competition to the end of the competition. The thick stack of reports was placed in front of Kiha Yu.

Muheyu flipped through the pages, while Kamiya Gen squatted by the stable, looking at Yukijimaru's left foreleg, and casually asked, "Was the microchip on this horse replaced before the race?"

"It's been replaced."

The veterinarian immediately nodded, "Three days before the competition, the subcutaneous positioning chip had a slight contact malfunction, so we replaced it with a new one. They are all standard, uniform chips that record the entire process."

"Who changed it?" Kamiya Gen asked, looking up.

The veterinarian paused for a moment, then replied, "It was Mr. Akihiro Hasegawa from the event operations department. He said the chip was newly acquired by the technical department, and he supervised the entire replacement process. We were only responsible for the operation."

Takatsukasa Tousuke, who had been standing to the side, also realized what was happening and quickly spoke up:

"I knew something was wrong! Hasegawa is Morikawa's apprentice, and Morikawa is my brother-in-law. They're definitely trying to use that relationship to smear me! Inspector Kiha, I'll have Hasegawa brought here immediately. You can interrogate him yourself!"

"That person is still in the police station," Muhe You whispered to Kamiya Gen.

Kamiya Gen shook his head and asked the people around him, "Do you have a recording of that match? I'd like to watch it again."

Everything still comes back to the key point of the game.

If you can't find the cheating method, no matter how much you suspect someone, you can't catch them, let alone find out who is cheating.

Led by Tosuke Takatsukasa, the group walked to a conference room where the day's match footage was repeatedly played on a large screen.

……

"Did Kamiya-kun notice the problem?"

Twenty minutes later, Muheyou asked.

Takashi Tosuke has been called out, and now only she and Kamiya Gen are still watching the video.

"I can't tell at all... It was just an upset, no different from any other match."

Kamiya Gen frowned as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the screen.

Where exactly did they cheat?

Just then, the horses on screen had completed their final lap, and the camera changed its perspective.

Kamiya Gen suddenly raised his hand and said, "Adjust it forward ten seconds."

"Hmm." Muheyou immediately pressed the button to rewind the recording.

After several reversals, Kamiya Gen finally stopped her from continuing to operate.

"So, did you figure it out?" Muheyou asked.

Kamiya Gen nodded, somewhat surprised, and said:

"Perhaps, but this cheating method is truly audacious and ingenious..."