The Justice I Never Expected Has Increased 25

Chapter 25

Besides the Violent Crimes Division, the Special Forensics Team also arrived at the scene. It had only been five minutes from receiving the call to arriving at the scene. According to Superintendent Adachi, the crime rate in Tokyo had been rising recently, and they had just apprehended a suspect in another murder case two blocks away a few minutes ago.

“If he really fell from the mountain, the search will be very difficult. The search team is still on its way. We’ve only found some bloodstains at the scene,” reported Officer Makino, who was in charge of investigating the scene. He held some information provided by other witnesses and subconsciously glanced at Asuka Kazuya beside him after speaking.

The young man wore a precisely tailored trench coat, light reflecting off his thick eyelashes, his green irises washed into a light tea color by the streetlight above. Seemingly sensing the stranger’s gaze, Asuka Kazuya turned his head, meeting Officer Makino’s eyes for a few seconds.

“Don’t be fooled by him,”

Superintendent Adachi, who had learned his lesson, said in a deep voice, standing in front of his diligent subordinate, trying to prevent this young master from corrupting other police officers.

“Do you know the evil golden chinchilla? This guy is the evil of evils, a fighter jet of sabotage.”

Asuka Kazuya: ?

Perhaps because there hadn’t been such blatant snitching in the organization for too long, Asuka Kazuya couldn’t believe his ears.

He was about to go and argue when the man who claimed to be his older brother pulled him back.

Officer Makino blinked, subtly feeling that the analogy was quite apt.

“Officer Kato,” Officer Makino interrupted them politely, “although the possibility is small, it would be helpful if you could provide any clues about the murderer.”

Due to equipment maintenance, there weren’t many cameras in operation on the road. At such a distance, and at night, the so-called eyewitness accounts were influenced by subjective and objective factors and sometimes weren’t accurate. In this case, the testimony of Kato, also a police officer, would be more reliable than that of ordinary people. Makino had heard about his performance in the Tanaka case a while ago and didn’t prejudge him as unreliable.

Unfortunately, Asuka Kazuya was also half a culprit now, so he naturally couldn’t rat out his colleague who had pushed Miyano Akemi.

By this time, the executive officer and the others had probably already set up the scene at the bottom of the mountain. Even if the search team arrived, they would probably only conclude that the body had been taken away by some animal.

Making a big fuss was a last resort. Even if Gin pursued the matter later, he could easily shift the blame with the excuse, “It’s Tequila’s fault for creating chaos.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to watch Akemi-nee, it was because they had confined him.

Asuka Kazuya felt no guilt, even planning to drag others down with him.

“Sorry,” he said, “I could only see a rough outline, the murderer was about 1.7 meters tall, and they seemed to be arguing over something.”

“Can’t the traffic department close the road exits? Maybe the murderer still has traces of the victim’s resistance on them.”

Officer Makino looked regretful: “There are many exits on this road, it’s too late to close them now, we can only screen the footage from the surveillance cameras at each exit one by one.”

After saying that, the young man noticed something was wrong: “But at such a distance, how did you deduce the murderer’s height?”

Asuka Kazuya pointed: “Based on a streetlight being six meters tall, the victim’s height should be around 1.6 to 1.7 meters.”

Adachi Yuhei let out a puzzled hum. Hearing the conversation between his subordinates, he thought that the entire incident had only lasted a minute, and this brat could actually react in such a short time.

…Could it be that the Tanaka case wasn’t actually solved by Matsuda? That shouldn’t be right, then was this kid deliberately playing dumb by focusing on pulling off his wig?

“My brother said it,” sensing the change in Superintendent Adachi’s expression, Asuka Kazuya made up a lie. “Don’t blame him.”

Adachi Yuhei: “…”

Adachi Yuhei: Oh, that makes sense.

Superintendent Adachi looked away, wanting to light a cigarette.

But then again, he didn’t remember that official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs having so many sons.

Although this Kato kid was a bit troublesome, they couldn’t always beat him up. Maybe his rebelliousness was caused by the beatings, but as someone in charge of criminal cases, it wasn’t good for him to interfere in family matters.

“Let’s leave it at that for now.”

Superintendent Adachi, deciding to find a chance to ask later, thought for a moment and winked at Asuka Kazuya.

“You go help search the scene, come back and work overtime tonight, there are still some things I want to ask you about the last case.”

Before Asuka Kazuya could recover, Superintendent Adachi turned around and instructed his subordinate: “Tell the search team not to lend him a police dog, this kid has no focus, he’ll just go walk the dog.”

Slander! Pure slander!

Asuka Kazuya pondered, explaining to Rye beside him: “Actually, I usually work hard.”

Rye’s earpiece was hidden under his black hair, the FBI liaison on the other end had been laughing non-stop since just now.

Rye sometimes felt that his colleagues were quite gleeful in their misfortune. He expressionlessly cut off the communication, acting understanding towards Calvados’s explanation.

“Yes, I know.”

This reply was refreshingly unique.

Asuka Kazuya looked up suspiciously, glancing curiously at Rye.

His persona was so similar to Gin’s, but his personality was completely different. If it were Gin, he would probably be calling him an idiot again.

“Is your brain broken?” Asuka Kazuya asked. “Don’t try to copy me, I’ve only tormented Scotch and the others recently, I haven’t had time to torment you.”

Rye lowered his eyelids, his figure tall and straight under the moonlight. Just as he was about to speak, he sensed someone approaching behind him.

Hagiwara Kenji, who had arrived late, put his arm around Asuka Kazuya’s neck. From afar, one could tell what was going on. A carrot after a stick, little Kato must have rejected his offer of legal aid because of this.

“Searching, right? I’ll go with you, let’s go, let’s go, don’t go back…”

Unlike Hagiwara Kenji, who was pushing Asuka Kazuya while talking, Matsuda Jinpei, recalling Asuka Kazuya’s outrageous statement, “I like my Big Brother,” exchanged glances with Rye and walked away with a strange expression.

As an elite among elites, Akai Shuichi, an undercover FBI investigator, received three disdainful looks in just ten minutes.

He was expressionless, only feeling that all Japanese police officers were as troublesome as Bourbon.

Come to think of it, could Bourbon also be a police officer?

As Officer Makino said, searching in the mountains at night was very difficult. The search team split up with a few police dogs. Hagiwara Kenji borrowed a flashlight and jumped down the path.

Asuka Kazuya didn’t understand: “Are you guys this passionate about working overtime?”

“I can’t sleep anyway,” Hagiwara Kenji said. “I almost got blown up this morning, and Jinpei-chan is still angry at me.”

Asuka Kazuya blinked, turning to look at Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda Jinpei sneered: “And who was it who didn’t wear a bomb suit? If that bomb hadn’t malfunctioned, were you planning to have me piece your body back together?”

God knows what he had been through, Matsuda Jinpei was scared to death downstairs, being held back by several people to prevent him from rushing up.

Hagiwara Kenji chuckled awkwardly, nudging Asuka Kazuya with his elbow, signaling him to lighten the mood.

“Maybe it’s thanks to little Kato.”

Asuka Kazuya: “…”

Asuka Kazuya: “Me?”

“Didn’t you say you would wish me well last time?” Hagiwara Kenji smiled, bringing up the incident in the ward.

Asuka Kazuya suddenly realized, thinking no wonder he had a fever of 40 degrees this morning.

But he was used to giving the organization too many buffs. Thanks to that sucker Tequila, he could finally rest properly tonight.

“You’re welcome,” Asuka Kazuya nodded. “Since you answered my questions, I’ll wish you well again.”

Matsuda Jinpei: “…”

Matsuda Jinpei: “You two!”

None of them were serious, Matsuda Jinpei felt tired just looking at them.

“Did you catch the culprit?” Asuka Kazuya stepped through the grass, asking Matsuda Jinpei.

“Ah,” Matsuda Jinpei replied vaguely, also speechless about this matter. “He didn’t seem to believe his bomb would malfunction, and for some reason, the bomb suddenly restarted during the inspection and blew him up.”

“Hmm…” Asuka Kazuya pondered. “I’m truly a virtuous person.”

Matsuda Jinpei was silent, suddenly wanting to hit him on the head again.

“What about you?” The young man’s gaze swept over Asuka Kazuya’s wrist. “Not sleeping at this late hour, did your brother come out to catch you?”

“They handcuffed me,” Asuka Kazuya said honestly. “I escaped for freedom and justice.”

Matsuda Jinpei choked, his conscience slightly aching.

He carefully recalled Asuka Kazuya’s relationships—

It was known that his supercar-driving sister looked quite like a mafia member, and his hat-wearing brother also looked quite like a mafia member. Although Matsuda Jinpei knew that the Ministry of Internal Affairs occasionally did some shady things, but…

Matsuda Jinpei stopped.

No, could it be that this guy said his family didn’t support him being a police officer because of this?

The only decent person in a shady family, what kind of movie protagonist setting was this?!

Matsuda Jinpei felt something was wrong, turning to look at Asuka Kazuya up and down again.

If that was the case, then it was understandable that he didn’t want to hire a lawyer. If the lawyer was also threatened by his family, it might be this guy himself who would be sent to jail.

“There seem to be some footprints here.” After walking for a while, Hagiwara Kenji squatted down, adjusting the flashlight. “Call the police dogs over, there’s blood in the soil. The weather forecast said it will rain in two hours, we need to find clues before then.”

Matsuda Jinpei nodded, watching Hagiwara Kenji take photos with his phone and call the search team.

Asuka Kazuya looked around, then secretly wiped away Miyano Akemi’s footprints while Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji weren’t paying attention.

The Special Abilities Division was really useless without Ango-senpai, their efficiency declining with each generation, always thinking about how to slack off.

“By the way,” seeing Asuka Kazuya spacing out, Matsuda Jinpei turned around and asked him, “Didn’t you say before that you became a police officer to find some senpai? Did you find him?”

Asuka Kazuya was stunned, recalling the reply Ango-senpai gave him when he slipped out of the organization.

[You seem to have misunderstood something, Kazuya, I wasn’t in the slums eight years ago.]

[There’s something called memory reconstruction in psychology. You might be projecting later experiences onto previously missing memories.]

But if it wasn’t Ango-senpai who took care of him in the slums, then who was it?

Asuka Kazuya was confused, suddenly hearing Dazai Osamu’s voice in his ears.

[“I wonder how Chuuya would react if he knew you not only joined the mafia but are also gambling here?”]

Asuka Kazuya felt a chill down his spine, pushing this terrifying hypothesis to the back of his mind.

“O-Of course,”

Asuka Kazuya replied to Matsuda Jinpei, his body stiff.

“Say, if you had a good friend, and you separated when you were very young, then when you grew up, you mistook him for someone else, how would your good friend react if he knew about this?”

Matsuda Jinpei narrowed his eyes, glancing at Hagiwara Kenji beside him, who had raised his hands in surrender.

“It depends on the situation, it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t intentional.”

Asuka Kazuya breathed a sigh of relief: “Then what if your good friend became a mafia member?”

Matsuda Jinpei narrowed his eyes: “You became a mafia member?”

Asuka Kazuya: “…”

Asuka Kazuya: “What if! I said ‘what if’!”

“Oh.” Matsuda Jinpei slowly followed behind the police dog, looking at the leaves above his head after hearing this. “Then I’d probably beat him up.”

Asuka Kazuya fell silent.

Nakahara Chuuya, due to his excessive combat power, had been on business trips at branch offices since being recruited into the Port Mafia, so he didn’t participate in today’s deal.

So that’s it.

Asuka Kazuya understood.

Although he couldn’t be beaten to death because of his good luck, it still hurt to be beaten up.

No wonder Dazai reminded him last time, he would write Dazai a thank you note next time.

He would stay away from Yokohama until he figured out what had happened.