Chapter 117 The Mastermind, Nakamura Shinichi's Interrogation
"Soga!" Fujimoto Ryoichi showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, but then he said: "But Shinichi-san, this is just speculation. Although it sounds reasonable, there is no evidence to support it."
"Yes, but as long as we follow the direction that Kimura Iekazu is the murderer, we will definitely find evidence." Shinichi Nakamura said enthusiastically.
He hated banks the most. His family used to have some wealth, and banks were eager to lend them money. But after the economic downturn, banks began to demand repayment, forcing his family into bankruptcy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to be a policeman.
In his opinion, people in the bank give out umbrellas when it's sunny and take them away when it's rainy. They do everything for profit and none of them are good people. It's natural that the Kimura family is cunning.
Aoyama Hidenobu said, "Since you are so sure of your speculation, go check it out."
He naturally has to support the work of his subordinates.
"Hi!" Shinichi Nakamura responded with a bow.
Aoyama Hidenobu looked at Fujimoto Ryoichi again and said thoughtfully, "Keep an eye on Aoiharaichi and check if he has committed any crime. If not, find a way to help him."
"Hi!" Fujimoto Ryoichi also bowed.
Aoyama Hidenobu waved his hand to indicate that it was time to leave.
Even if a person is in the hospital, he still has to lie on the bed to guide the work. He is so dedicated to his job.
The two bowed again and turned to leave.
Aoyama Hidenobu had just closed his eyes and was about to rest for a while when he heard the door open. When he opened his eyes and saw who it was, he frowned slightly, "President Tamiya."
The uninvited guest was none other than Keiko Tamiya, the president of the Paradise Club. She was dressed gorgeously with burgundy curly hair, a pink tube top dress, thin flesh-colored stockings, and high heels.
"Inspector Aoyama is really heartless." Tamiya Keiko looked resentful, closed the door, and said delicately, "That day he made me walk with the help of a wall, and afterwards he didn't want to see me again, and he didn't even inform me that he was hospitalized. It's so sad."
"I'm just afraid that President Tamiya will be even more sad when he sees me lying on the hospital bed. I didn't inform you because it's for your own good!" Aoyama Hidenobu said shamelessly.
Tamiya Keiko almost vomited. I wouldn't shed a tear even if you were lying in a coffin, let alone a hospital bed. But she said, "Inspector Aoyama really cares about others. Keiko is so touched. It turns out that she misunderstood you."
"It's okay, I forgive you. It's common for adults to be misunderstood." Aoyama Hidenobu said magnanimously.
Tamiya Keiko wanted to bite him to death. She walked to the bedside and sat down, her eyes full of affection and concern as she asked, "Is it serious? Is everything alright?"
"Thank you President Tamiya for your concern. They are just some superficial injuries." Aoyama Hidenobu smiled.
The reason why he was able to escape this time was entirely due to his extraordinary physical fitness and reaction ability after the time travel.
He still has to hurry up and get promoted. The higher the status, the safer he will be. For example, once he becomes prime minister, he won't have to worry about being assassinated by others.
Well, let me emphasize this: former prime ministers do not count.
"That's good, that's good." Tamiya Keiko patted her chest, her heart surging, and then she took out a membership card from her bag, "I forgot to give it to you last time."
"That's not necessary. Last time I just went with my friends to broaden my horizons. I can't afford it with my income." Aoyama Hidenobu didn't reach out to take it.
Tamiya Keiko forced the card into his hand and said, "This card of yours is different from others. All the expenses in the club will be charged to my account. Is that okay?"
"Really? Then it must be worth a lot of money?" Aoyama Hidenobu held the membership card and blinked.
Tamiya Keiko chuckled, "What do you think?"
"Then how much do you think I should sell it for?" Aoyama Hidenobu frowned and asked seriously.
The smile on Tamiya Keiko's face froze, and her eyes turned cold. "Inspector Aoyama, there's no need to be so defensive against me. I just want to make friends with you. I have many friends who are superintendents and deputy superintendents. You can rest assured, inspector Aoyama."
"President Tamiya, we can make friends, but bribery is fine." Aoyama Hidenobu threw the membership card on her lap and said lightly, "I only know one truth, no reward without merit. I took your benefits, and you asked me to help you, but I can't help you? How can I make friends on an equal footing if I'm soft-hearted?"
He didn't want to get too close to the Koreans, but he also didn't want to offend them. After all, the Koreans were narrow-minded and even narrow-minded. If they felt that he was ungrateful and wanted to teach him a lesson, wouldn't that be an unnecessary disaster?
After all, the Koreans secretly support many forces.
It's more than enough to deal with him now.
Unless one day he becomes powerful, he can consider taming these sticks and using them as dogs.
"Inspector Aoyama is right. I was not thoughtful enough. In that case, I will put this membership card away." Tamiya Keiko smiled again when she heard this. She put the card back in her bag and said coquettishly, "It's normal for friends to have a meal or a drink together. What do you think, Inspector Aoyama?"
As long as Aoyama Hidenobu is willing to continue to have contact with her, she can corrupt him in a subtle way and pull him into their camp.
"It's normal to have a few bubbles." Qingshan Xiuxinlang smiled and slapped her on the leg. "Go back and exercise your body well, don't twitch and roll your eyes all the time, you Koreans are not very capable."
"You..." Tamiya Keiko glared at him in shame and anger, snorted coldly and stood up to say goodbye, "Then Chief Aoyama, have a good rest. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
It's because you're too big, ah!
"Goodbye." Aoyama Hidenobu waved his hand.
…………………………In a high-end cafe in Ginza, Tokyo.
Jinping Dalang and Aoi Haraichi met here.
"He is really lucky. Even this collision couldn't kill him." Renping Dalang sighed regretfully.
Good people don’t live long, but evil deeds last for thousands of years.
"According to the surveillance video released in the news, he reacted too quickly. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been hit long ago." Aoi Haraichi is a gentle and elegant middle-aged handsome man. He took a sip of coffee and continued, "Matsumoto Gardenia said that Aoyama Hidenobu is a pervert. He slept with her the night before last under her deliberate seduction. What will he do next?"
His relationship with the Renping family was actually average, but he had a good personal relationship with Renping Dalang. Although it was the Renping family who helped him when he was promoted to editor-in-chief, he was only grateful to Renping Dalang.
So when Jinping Dalang asked him to help design Aoyama Hidenobu, he agreed without hesitation.
"Tell Matsumoto Gardenia to keep the evidence and report him to the police for raping her next time they have sex." A hint of coldness flashed in Jinping Taro's eyes. If he could use this small combo, he would be able to kill Aoyama Hidenori without even showing his face.
Even if Kentomo Hikokawa came forward to help Aoyama Hidenobu calm the storm, his reputation would be greatly damaged. It would be strange if Asai Aya still liked him. In the end, she would still become the daughter-in-law of their Jinping family, and everything would return to its original track.
However, he didn't know that Asai Aya had looked down on Aoyama Hidenobu from the beginning and was completely forced to marry him.
Even if this matter was exposed, Asai Aya would only generously say that she didn't care. Not to mention that Aoyama Hidenobu was a rapist, she would still marry him even if he ate shit.
Aoihara nodded slightly and said, "Okay."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, before leaving get off work, Shinichi Nakamura once again interrogated the driver who hit Aoyama Hidenobu.
"I've already told you, I was drunk and unconscious so I stepped on the wrong accelerator. You can still do the same thing even if you kill me!" The driver looked very angry.
"I won't hit you today." Nakamura Shinichi smiled, crossed his legs and put them on the table, shaking off the ashes of his cigarette, "I just wanted to tell you something."
The driver was successfully aroused by this remark.
"Your son is a young and promising man. He started robbing his classmates at a very young age. He has just been caught by our colleagues from the criminal department and is being tried in the room next to you." Shinichi Nakamura said with a smile.
The driver's face suddenly changed, and he cursed excitedly, "Bagayalu! If you guys have anything to say, come to me, don't mess with my son!"
"Bang!" Nakamura Shinichi, who had just said he would not beat him today, broke his promise. He raised his hand and grabbed the driver's hair and cursed: "We beat him? We enforce the law impartially! Don't you know your son?"
The driver was speechless when he heard this. His face turned pale and blue. He obviously knew that his son was capable of doing such a thing. But in the end, he moved his lips to defend himself, "He...he is just a child."
"Yeah, he's just a kid, so we can't let him go." Nakamura Shinichi showed a mocking smile on his face and patted his face, "He's so bad at such a young age, won't he be even worse in the future? So we have to catch him now to prevent him from harming others."
"No! You can't do this! You can't do this!" The driver panicked and grabbed Nakamura's sleeve and begged, "Please show some mercy. I won't live for a few more days. He is the only man in the family. Please have mercy on us."
"Fuck you, there are so many poor people in this world, how can I be so pitiful to them all?" Nakamura Shinichi shook off his hand without any hesitation, and then changed the subject, "But... if you tell me who hired you to drive a car and hit someone, I can let him go."
Upon hearing this, the driver suddenly stopped talking.
The man sat back down.
"Today your son was caught for robbery, tomorrow your wife will be arrested for fraud, and the day after tomorrow your daughter will be publicly criticized by the school for stealing. Are you sure you want to play with us?" Shinichi Nakamura threatened with a smile.
For ordinary people without any background, a little bit of abuse of power is enough to destroy their family and life.
“Baka!” The driver stood up again excitedly and grabbed Nakamura Shinichi by the collar, shouting with red eyes: “I just want to make my family live a better life before I die. Why are you forcing me like this! You damn bureaucrats, damn bureaucrats!”
"I don't care whether your family is well or not, dead or alive?" Nakamura Shinichi sneered, pried his hands apart, and poked his chest and said, "I only know that you almost killed my boss. If you don't tell the truth, I can't let your family live well, but I can still make them sad."
"Wow, why, why do you force me to do this!" The driver collapsed, covered his head and cried on the table, "Why, why?"
He was in tears, his voice full of resentment.
"Of course it's because you're weak, what else could it be?" Nakamura took a puff of his cigarette, his heart calm, "If you don't say anything before I finish this cigarette, I'll go next door and fuck your son."
Japanese society is extremely cold and indifferent. The weak do not receive sympathy, they deserve to die and be bullied. Although this statement is extreme, it is almost true.
After finishing a cigarette, seeing that the driver was still crying and refused to explain, Nakamura Shinichi put out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, turned around and walked out, saying without looking back:
"I will tell your son that it was you who caused him to suffer because you did not choose to protect him."
"Wait! Wait!" Just as Shinichi Nakamura opened the door, the driver finally called him.
Shinichi Nakamura stopped and looked back at him.
"I'll give you one last chance, tell me or not."
The driver looked desperate and helpless, and said with empty eyes: "Don't bother him, I'll tell you everything."
(End of this chapter)
