Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 217: Life-threatening
Fujikawa Shunpei exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening and his eyebrows furrowing.

"Uh, Producer Fujikawa, it's true..."

Upon hearing this, Fujikawa Shunpei momentarily assumed he was implying he had actually committed a crime and couldn't help but retort:
"Damn it! How could it be true?! How could I do something so stupid?!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the phone. Fujikawa Shunpei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said directly:

"Send me the video."

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, the other party sent the video along with several photos.

The video is grayscale, but it's not hard to recognize yourself in it.

Upon seeing himself kissing that girl at the hotel room door, Fujikawa Shunpei's eyelids twitched, his brows furrowed, and he recalled the scene in his mind.

A moment later, Fujikawa Shunpei suddenly opened his eyes.

He remembered, the girl's name was something like Matsumoto.

Fujikawa Shunpei inexplicably began to feel irritable, his face contorted in pain, and his legs under the table trembled incessantly.

In the video, the two people entered the hotel, and then two hours later, as shown in the bottom right corner, he didn't come out of the room...

Seeing this, Fujikawa Shunpei's hand holding the mouse trembled slightly as he forcefully clicked on the next two photos.

One is a photo of him kissing Matsumoto Koto, and the other is a photo of him drinking with her in a bar and putting his hand under her skirt...

'Boom! '

He slammed the mouse down in anger, causing the desktop to shake.

Hearing the phone ring, the reporter on the other end opened his mouth and tentatively said:
"Producer Fujikawa?"

"I'm asking you, where did you get this information?"

"Uh... I don't know, but it's said that the information found in the system is correct."

"Found by the system?"

Fujikawa Shunpei asked in return, his heart tightening, his lips trembling as he murmured, "How is that possible?"

"I don't know the specifics. I've already pressed the button on this article, but... I'm not sure about the other newspapers. Besides, people are already discussing this online, and at the current rate, it's definitely going to make the list..."

"Producer Fujikawa, I've told you everything I can. I suggest you think of a solution right now. I'm sorry."

The person on the other end of the phone apologized and then hung up.

After hanging up the phone, Fujikawa Shunpei sat in his chair, staring at the photo on the computer screen. He clicked on the link the other party had given him and entered the webpage.

A huge, bright red headline came into view:

"Shocking! Famous producer Fujikawa Shunpei accused of indecent assault?!"

Just looking at this post made Fujikawa Shunpei's heart beat faster involuntarily.

He unconsciously held his breath and scrolled down with the mouse, but perhaps because he had pressed too hard, the mouse wheel didn't respond. He could only patiently hold down the left button and scroll down.

After reading through the post, I saw his work photo at the top, several edited videos from the hotel, and videos from the bar's security cameras.

The article's videos and photos blurred the girls' faces and used pseudonyms, but this did not stop many people from criticizing him.

He scrolled to the bottom of the comments:
"How disgusting! How can there be such scum? Why doesn't he just die?!"

"This kind of scum is actually a producer?"

"He looks disgusting, it makes me want to vomit just looking at him. Why haven't the police arrested him yet?"

"Go to hell! Go ...!"

"Wasn't this law just passed this year? People who knowingly break the law should be executed, right?"

"Fujikawa Junpei's address: XXX..."

"..."

The internet is flooded with comments wishing him dead, and the few scattered comments that pop up are mostly spam.

Fujikawa Shunpei felt the blood rush to his head.

The reason he was so angry was not because he was being criticized. As a producer for so many years, he has been criticized online countless times. This was clearly someone deliberately stirring up trouble.

Whether it's contacting several newspapers or the current wave of online public opinion, it all indicates that someone wants to kill him in one fell swoop.

All of this happened so suddenly. If it weren't for the phone call from Minamino Eiji earlier, he wouldn't have known anything about it. In other words, he has no idea who wants to kill him.

He gritted his teeth, moved the mouse to the upper right corner, and clicked it angrily. His hand trembled as he took out a cigarette, lit it, and forced himself to calm down.

He exhaled a cloud of murky mist, which dissipated into the air.

The brain is spinning rapidly.

If I really get inside, I'll lose everything. I've worked so hard for so long, and before I can even enjoy it, everything will be gone.

I absolutely cannot just sit here and wait to die!
Calm down, calm down, calm down...

He took another deep drag of his cigarette, pinched his thigh, and forced himself to calm down.

The fact that the other party dared to make such a move means they definitely have crucial evidence that could kill me in one fell swoop.

It doesn't matter who wants to kill me now; the priority is finding a way out of this predicament...

There is still time.

Even if they have already filed a case, it will take some time to investigate. The police cannot come knocking on their door so quickly. Even if the evidence is conclusive, the arrest warrant still needs to go through the approval process.

They can't be that fast; I still have a chance.

Fujikawa Shunpei thought for a moment, then got up with a grim face, walked to the safe, and took out a bank card from the bottom shelf.

His rough hands gripped the bank card tightly, his palms trembling involuntarily.

Hope it's useful.

It will definitely be useful!

He took a deep breath and walked quickly outside.

However, when he reached the door, his cell phone suddenly rang.

'Buzzing.'

He took a look.

"Caller: President Kawai"

He gritted his teeth, stopped, and pressed the call button.

"Hey? Fujikawa Shunpei, do you know about that thing online?"

"President Kawai, I know..."

"Good to know. Come to the company in a little while to sign the suspension of business contract..."

Upon hearing this, Fujikawa Shunpei felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly said:
"No, President, that's fake. Nothing has been investigated yet, and the police haven't released anything..."

Before he could finish speaking, Igawa coldly said on the phone:
"We knew the results hadn't been announced yet, which is why we had you sign the short-term suspension contract. Otherwise, it would be a termination of the contract. Fujikawa, you should know this without me having to explain it further."

Then, before he could even speak, the other party hung up the phone.

"..."

Fujikawa Shunpei twitched the corner of his mouth. He knew this better than anyone else. Japanese companies and television stations value their reputation highly. Once a producer, screenwriter, director, or entertainment star is involved in a scandal, they will terminate the contract immediately and announce a severance from the outside media.

Fujikawa knew that even if he was completely unharmed this time, he would probably have to close his business for a year or two...

Damn!

Which bastard is it?!

Fujikawa Shunpei's eyes turned bloodshot, his hands clenched, and a murderous intent rose in his heart.

He put down his phone and walked quickly outside, but after only two steps, the phone rang again.

This time, the call came from the TV station. He answered the phone, suppressing his anger. What the other party said was exactly the same as what Kawai had said earlier.

He agreed, but as soon as he hung up, his wife called again, questioning him about whether it was true or not. His wife was also emotionally unstable, her voice trembling with tears, and she repeatedly asked him what to do.

Hearing the other person's sobbing voice, Fujikawa Shunpei hung up the phone immediately.

He wasn't in the mood to explain to her. After hanging up, he prepared to turn off his phone. However, before the power-off message appeared, another message popped up on the screen.

Damn!

These people were like death warrants to him. He was getting impatient and wasn't going to pay them any attention, but when he saw their message, his fingers stopped.

"Producer Fujikawa, how are you feeling right now? You scum..."

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(End of this chapter)