In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 295: The most vicious woman's heart, with a gun in hand, I am the law (please vote for the monthly ticket!)

"Your fucking name is Qingshui Yong!"

In the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department, Shinichi Nakamura pushed the door open and kicked Shimizu Isamu in the chest.

"what!"

Qingshui Yong screamed, and was kicked to the ground with his chair. He felt like he was about to vomit his gallbladder.

Two policemen came forward and straightened him up.

"Don't hit me! I'll tell you...everything."

Qingshui Yong is a typical little vagrant, lazy, reckless, and shameless, but he can't stand a beating and knows how to deal with situations.

I have plenty of experience in being in police stations, and I know that if the police arrest me, they must have evidence of something, but I don't know what it is.

So I have to test it out next and not panic and confess things that the police don’t know yet.

"Why did you kill Kitahara Yota? Who ordered you to do that?" Nakamura Shinichi asked sternly.

Qingshui Yong's heart sank. He never expected that the murder of Kitahara Yota had been exposed. Knowing that he was doomed, he confessed honestly, "No one ordered me to do that. I was just greedy for money and killed him by mistake in a panic."

"Bang!" Nakamura Shinichi pressed his head expressionlessly and slammed it hard on the table. In an instant, scarlet blood flowed out from his nose and mouth.

It dripped and splashed on the table.

Qing Shuiyong was in so much pain that he cried out, "Everything I said is true!"

"Bang!" Nakamura Shinichi slammed him on the table again, "Think it over before you speak."

"Think it over. What I said is true." Qing Shuiyong nodded rapidly, blood splattering everywhere, and he said incoherently, "When I went in, he was already lying on the ground unconscious, with a lot of US dollars on him. I just wanted to take the money, but he suddenly woke up and said he wanted to call the police, so I panicked and killed him."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and shouted, "I have another clue! When I went in, the road was empty, but when I came out, I saw a black Honda sedan parked on the side of the road!"

"What's the license plate number?" Shinichi Nakamura asked.

From Qingshui Yong's reaction, he was sure that the other party was indeed not instructed by anyone and had no signs of lying.

But after listening to what Qingshui Yong said, he had a guess, that is, there was indeed a group of people who wanted to kill Kitahara Yota that night, the person in the black Honda sedan, but Qingshui Yong got there first.

Since the group did not kill anyone, they would not be too vigilant and would not be afraid of the police finding them, so the car was probably not destroyed.

As long as the car is found, we can follow the clues and help Inspector Qingshan find out who is behind the incident.

"Let me think, let me think, I must remember the license plate." Qing Shuiyong muttered to himself, breathing rapidly and trying to think, squeezing out the license plate numbers one by one, "It's Shinjuku District xxx..."

"Are you sure?" asked Shinichi Nakamura.

Qing Shuiyong nodded repeatedly, "Absolutely sure!"

He felt it was strange at the time, so he took a closer look, and the short license plate was memorized in his mind.

"Have someone check the car right away, and be careful not to alert the enemy." Nakamura Shinichi turned around and instructed one of his men, then looked at Shimizu Isamu and asked, "Are there any other clues? Tell me and your punishment will be reduced. Murder is a serious crime! If you can't make any contribution, you'll never be able to get out in this lifetime."

Qingshui Yong's face turned pale. He had just turned twenty years old this year, a prime time in his life. If he lost his freedom for the rest of his life, it would be more painful than death.

"I... I have other clues, but they have nothing to do with this case. Can I report them? If I report them, will it count as meritorious service? Is it also a murder case?"

Qingshui Yong raised his head and spoke vaguely, his bruised and bloody face full of anxiety and desire.

"Tell me." As long as it's clues to a case, it's a step towards meritorious service. Nakamura Shinichi naturally wouldn't despise it. "No matter what the case is, as long as you can provide clues to solve the case, it's considered meritorious service."

Qingshui Yong's face was gloomy and he was conflicted inside, but he quickly gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Then he opened his mouth and spoke slowly.

"That was seven years ago. I was still in an orphanage at the time, 15 years old. I had a friend who was also an orphan named Aoi Chou. She had a good female friend named Matsumoto Nako. One day, the director's grandmother said that Nako was being adopted by a well-off teacher couple, so Aoi Chou became jealous..."

"Wait! What did you say her name was?" Shinichi Nakamura suddenly interrupted Shimizu Isamu and blurted out.

Qingshan Yong looked puzzled, "Aoi Chou."

Shinichi Nakamura pursed his lips. He didn't expect such a coincidence. They had the same name and were both orphans. He was very sure that the Aoi Chou the other party was talking about was the female delinquent he had found to seduce Hattori Aoja.

Japan is really small.

"Okay, let's continue talking."

Qingshui Yong felt puzzled, but his attention returned to the story. "She wanted to persuade Matsumoto Nako to give her this opportunity, but was rejected by Matsumoto Nako. She was full of hatred and tricked her to the dry well behind the orphanage and pushed her down. I was there at the time, but I just thought she wanted to talk to Nako again. I didn't expect her to do this at all!"

"There was no surveillance at the time, and Caizi just disappeared. No one knew she was actually lying in the dry well in the backyard until her body started to stink and was discovered. But no one thought she was pushed in on purpose, they just thought she fell accidentally."

"When the couple who were supposed to adopt Nako arrived the next day, they were disappointed to learn that Nako was missing. At Aoi Chou's insistence, the director recommended her, but she was not chosen by them, and her wish was dashed."

At this point, Qingshui Yong's eyes were filled with sarcasm. He had put in so much effort, but in the end, all his efforts were in vain.

Although Shinichi Nakamura was surprised that Aoi Chou was so vicious and scheming when she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he also thought that the story should end here.

But I didn't expect it hasn't happened yet.

"Later, she said she couldn't stand the hard life in the orphanage anymore, so she took me with her to escape. We stole and cheated people outside, and I went to jail a lot for this. But because I was a minor, I was not incarcerated for long and was released. Then I continued to live in confusion."

"Two years ago, she met the couple who gave up on adopting her by chance. She has been holding a grudge against them ever since, and believes that the reason she has such a hard life is because of that couple's decision not to adopt her."

"She decided to take revenge, seduced the husband of the couple to gain his trust, and conspired with him to trick the wife into going hiking and pushing her off a cliff to make it look like she had fallen. In the end, she killed the husband and pretended to be poisoned by gas and fled the scene."

Shinichi Nakamura took a deep breath. No wonder Aoi Chou could play Hattori Aoja around so well. At such a young age, she already had three lives on her hands.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Although he knew that Aoi Chou was not a good person the first time he saw her, he didn't expect her to be so bad.

"I...can I do anything meritorious?" Qingshui Yong was full of expectations and thought to himself: Since you abandoned me for a better life, don't blame me for betraying you.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of pleasure in taking revenge on the other party.

Shinichi Nakamura let out a breath slowly, "We will investigate what you said. If what you said is verified to be true, it will naturally be considered a meritorious service, and a great one at that." "Hey! I'm telling the truth! I promise it's all the truth!" Shimizu Isamu nodded and bowed.

Shinichi Nakamura ignored him and got up and left.

Although he had used Aoi Chou, he had paid her for it and he did not owe her anything. As a policeman, he naturally could not let this murderer go unpunished, and as a bureaucrat, he naturally could not turn a blind eye to this obvious credit.

He found Aoyama Hidenobu to report the results of the interrogation.

"Tell me as soon as the owner of that car is found out." Aoyama Hidenobu instructed. As for Aoi Chou, he didn't even mention her. She was just a small character and he didn't care about her at all. Shinichi Nakamura could just do it.

Shinichi Nakamura bowed and responded, "Hi!"

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The sun sets, the moon rises, and night falls. On the boundless ocean, a cargo ship is drifting with the waves.

At this time, eleven cranes were raised on the deck of the cargo ship. An iron cage was hung on the hook of each crane. The cages were filled with naked men and women, huddled together and shivering.

These are all the editors-in-chief of many large and small newspapers in Tokyo. There are both well-known big names like Igawa Aomatsu and unknown small characters.

Aoyama Hidenobu advocated treating everyone equally and would never let anyone off just because of his lower status.

With the roar of the engine, a luxury yacht came breaking through the waves towards the moonlight. The person in the cage subconsciously looked up and knew that the real owner had arrived.

The yacht stopped about ten meters away from the cargo ship.

On the terrace on the fourth floor, Aoyama Hidenobu, dressed in a suit and tie, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding Nohara Ito, who was wearing a black dress, in his arms. He was burying his head in her huge conscience and sniffing it, while one hand was wandering freely on her long legs wrapped in black stockings.

There was fine wine and delicious food on the table in front of me.

Behind him was Jin Yucheng standing with his legs apart.

"Nohara Ito! Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? Let us go immediately!"

Igawa Qingsong saw Nohara Yiren's slightly shy face and shouted angrily at the top of his lungs.

"Can you afford the consequences?"

"Let us go now and everything will be fine!"

Others also started to threaten.

"Shh!"

Aoyama Hidenobu raised his head, put a finger to his lips to signal him to keep the noise down, and with his other hand pulled up Nohara Ito's collar to prevent her from exposing herself.

"Aoyama Hidenobu!"

Only then did everyone see Aoyama Hidenobu's face clearly.

Suddenly he was filled with shock and anger.

"As a superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department, you colluded with Nohara Ito to kidnap us? Where is the law?"

"Help us release them! Otherwise, you will not be able to bear the consequences! Release us immediately!"

If it was Nohara Ito who kidnapped them, they would be shocked and angry and a little afraid, but when they found out that it was Aoyama Hidenobu who kidnapped them, they were left with only anger, without the slightest fear.

Because they didn't think that Aoyama Hidenobu would dare to kill them given his identity. After all, he was a civil servant.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the middle-aged man in a cage on the far left was shot dead. The noisy noise suddenly disappeared, and everyone looked at Aoyama Hidenobu with horror as he held the beauty in his arms and held a gun in one hand.

"I told you not to make a noise, don't you understand me?"

Aoyama Hidenobu said this in a calm tone.

No one thought that he would actually dare to shoot and kill someone. For a moment, everyone's face turned pale and no one dared to say a word.

Aoyama Hidenobu let go of Nohara Ito, slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the terrace, supported himself on the railing with both hands, and glanced at everyone in the iron cage with an indifferent look.

Everyone who met his gaze would subconsciously lower their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Tell me, why are you blaming Nohara Financial Corporation for Kitahara Yōta's death?"

His voice was not loud, but since everyone was too afraid to even breathe, it was clearly heard.

“Because the media wants to uphold justice!” In the second-to-last iron cage on the right, a middle-aged man with sparse hair righteously rebuked: “Aoyama Hidenori, you scum! You have always established a so-called heroic image to deceive the people! In fact, you are a corrupt official who is in cahoots with Nohara Financial Corporation. If you have the guts, kill me tonight, otherwise I will definitely go…”

"boom!"

The middle-aged man's voice stopped abruptly, and before he could finish his words, the bullet had already penetrated his chest.

"As you wish." Aoyama Hidenobu put away his gun and said calmly, his cold eyes swept over the others, "Is there anyone else who wants to die like him?"

What this group of people did had already made them his enemies, so he naturally had no scruples. Since they dared to show up in person and kill people with his own hands, he had to kill these people and not give them the chance to retaliate against him.

Come to think of it, he hasn't killed anyone with his own hands for a long time.

If Yanchuan Xianyou hadn't gotten angry at him for the first time this morning, he wouldn't have come out in person tonight to do things.

He was also irritated by these guys.

You also have to carry a Nohara brand fire extinguisher with you.

"Don't! Don't shoot! Inspector Qingshan, if you have something to say, let's talk it out nicely. We are all respectable people in suits. There is no need to use knives or guns."

"That's right, Officer Qingshan, you have to give us a chance to explain! It's not that we want to go back on our word, someone forced us to do this!"

"Yes, yes! Inspector Qingshan, just ask whatever you want to ask. I will promise to tell you everything I know!"

The remaining so-called celebrities, who usually boasted of their intellectual pride, were so weak in the face of the gun that they dared not speak loudly and begged for mercy with shameless faces.

(End of this chapter)