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Hosokawa Yutaka responded verbally, forcing a gentle smile on his face, but inwardly he was cursing.
"Damn it! So what if he joined the company a few years earlier than me? He's always putting on airs like a senior!"
"It's one thing for me to do all the usual chores and trivial tasks, but now they're dumping this disgustingly dirty work on me!"
He forced back the churning in his stomach and looked at Daisuke Ishiguro's corpse, whose waist seemed to be almost broken in two.
The strong smell of blood in the air made him frown, but he could only grit his teeth, put on disposable rubber gloves, and step forward with a heavy heart.
He began to grope in the corpse's coat pockets. When his gloves touched the flesh beneath the coat, which had lost its elasticity and become like soft mud, a strong feeling of nausea surged up in his throat again.
He held back, but found no wallet or identification.
However, I felt a hard object in the right coat pocket.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a uniquely shaped handgun.
"This is a model gun, isn't it?"
He came to a conclusion.
Because this gun doesn't seem to have a conventional magazine structure, it looks more like a collectible item for military enthusiasts.
He placed the "model gun" into a transparent evidence bag and continued searching the pants pockets.
"Sir, he doesn't have any identification on him, not even a cell phone, all he has is this model gun."
"Really……"
The senior colleague stroked his chin. "Then let's treat it as an unidentified corpse and take it back to the morgue."
In a densely populated metropolis like Tokyo, traffic accidents are not uncommon and happen from time to time.
One reason is that some people always take chances and like to run red lights.
Among those people, there are always some who are particularly "lucky" and, as they keep trying, they "strike it rich".
But this was the first time he had ever encountered a deceased person like this, whose body contained not even a scrap of paper or a cell phone.
If the family cannot be contacted for a long time and the identity cannot be confirmed, the final destination will probably be cremation.
……
3:30 PM, Shinjuku, inside Takama Bookstore.
Qingze's gaze swept over the densely packed spines of books on the rows of bookshelves.
As he walked to the last row of bookshelves, a label gleaming with gold light instantly caught his eye.
【The Wind of Cutting】
Upon seeing the label, he perked up and immediately stepped forward, pulling out the book with the label from the sea of books.
The book's cover features a long and astonishing list of titles:
"Killed deep within the labyrinth by her trusted comrades, but thanks to the divinely bestowed skill 'Immortal Rebirth,' she becomes a subordinate of a busty, tsundere demon king. This time, I'm going to take revenge on my former teammates and the entire world, and teach them a lesson they won't forget."
Qingze didn't care at all about the extremely long title, which was very typical of light novels.
He doesn't care how long or exaggerated the book title is; the only thing he cares about is the total number of words in the book.
He weighed the thickness of the single volume in his hand and roughly estimated that it contained about 100,000 words.
This length should be easy to memorize relatively quickly.
He picked up the book, quickly glanced at the other bookshelves around him, and after confirming that there were no other tags, he went straight to the front desk, paid, and bought the book.
Stepping out of the bookstore, the sun was shining brightly outside.
Instead of immediately putting the book into his storage space number one, he strolled to a nearby square, sat down outside a rather elegant-looking coffee shop, and ordered a caramel macchiato and a mousse cake.
This is the perfect time to enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea and perhaps read your newly acquired "new magic."
He chose a seat on the side, opened the book, and began to read quietly.
Just then, an advertisement for a software began playing on the huge electronic advertising screen in the center of the square.
The background music is soothing, and a magnetic male voice reads the advertising slogan in an artistic tone:
Life is hard, but good encounters make it easier.
That sounds quite classy.
However, if you patiently read through the entire advertisement, you will discover its absurdity.
This dating app is not designed for unmarried men and women at all, but is specifically designed for married people.
The advertisement also confidently guarantees: "24-hour dedicated monitoring ensures that the chat content will never be leaked to anyone!"
Such blatant advertising made Qingze, who was engrossed in his book, look up at the huge advertising screen before lowering his head to continue reading.
"Even this kind of software can be advertised on a large screen in a public square."
He silently complained to himself, "This world is so chaotic that I hardly recognize it anymore."
The outrageous advertisement was abruptly interrupted by an urgent news broadcast the next second.
"Dear citizens, according to an emergency announcement from the Metropolitan Police Department, a serious offender escaped from Tokyo No. 1 Prison at 2:30 p.m. today!"
The perpetrator, Yukio Kawai, is the former leader of the Kawai Group and is suspected of more than ten serious crimes, including murder and drug trafficking!
The news anchor's voice was serious and urgent: "This person is extremely dangerous!"
If any member of the public spots this animal, please remain vigilant and call the police immediately.
"Here is a photo of the suspect..."
Qingze looked up again.
The photo on the screen showed a middle-aged man with a short, bristly haircut and fierce eyes.
That fierce face perfectly matched Qingze's impression of a "red name tag holder".
"If we run into them on the road, we'll just take care of it."
He thought about it casually, as if he were planning something trivial.
After that, he stopped paying attention to the news and refocused his attention on the light novel in his hand.
At this moment, the waiter brought over the caramel macchiato and mousse cake he had ordered.
The rich aroma of coffee mingled with the sweet scent of cake, signaling the official start of his leisurely afternoon tea time.
Chapter 106 Fox Bounty Soars
At the same time, in the port area, at the Otani family's luxurious mansion.
Four black and white police cars were parked crookedly on the side of the road outside the courtyard.
Bright yellow police tape had been put up at the entrance. Occasionally, curious pedestrians would stop and look outside the tape, only to be waved away by police officers maintaining order.
The officers each performed their duties.
Someone with a notebook went door-to-door, knocking on neighbors' doors to ask if they had heard or seen anything unusual the night before.
Someone took a statement from the deceased's father, trying to glean clues from his account.
Many others wore shoe covers and carefully collected all possible physical evidence inside and outside the mansion.
Kiyoshi Kaneda stood in the room on the second floor, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over the untied ropes on the floor and the three pieces of cloth carelessly discarded to the side.
Based on the gruesome state of the corpses downstairs, he had roughly pieced together what had happened here last night.
"The murderer must be a fox..."
He whispered to himself.
The clean, swift, precise, and deadly knife skills perfectly matched "Fox's" consistent modus operandi.
The kidnapping that the deceased was in the process of committing before his death also aligned with the fox's hunting objectives.
He slowly walked back downstairs to the living room, his gaze once again falling on the conspicuous bullet holes on the wall.
The forensic team had marked the location; they fired five shots, all of which missed.
At such close range, being able to shoot out the outline of a human body like that is as difficult as hitting the bullseye every time.
But the fox dared to fight a gun with melee weapons without knowing the gunman's skill level, which truly shows his skill and daring.
As Kiyoshi Kaneda pondered these things, a voice suppressing anger rang out behind him.
"Is the murderer a fox?!"
Kiyoshi Kaneda turned around and saw Masashi Otani standing in front of him.
The old man's forcibly dyed black hair contrasted sharply with the deep wrinkles on his face, and his expensive suit could not hide his current haggard appearance.
Kiyoshi Kaneda answered truthfully: "Based on the information we have so far, the culprit should be the fox."
“I pay so many taxes to the country every year in the hope that you can protect me and my family!”
But what about you? What have you all done?!
Masashi Otani's emotions erupted instantly, his spittle almost splashing onto Kiyoshi Kaneda's face. "A fox commits crimes on the streets of Tokyo every day, killing people like flies!"
You're all utterly useless! Trash! A bunch of good-for-nothings!
He only realized something was wrong when the event organizers couldn't reach his son and then contacted him instead.
He knew better than anyone his son's obsession with boxing—a passion that transcended life itself, making it impossible for him to voluntarily miss any match.
"Don't worry, we will catch the fox."
Kiyoshi Kaneda spoke the same old platitudes, his heart completely unmoved, ignoring the old man's angry rebuke.
A policewoman who was taking notes nearby could no longer stand it and interjected with a hint of indignation, "Mr. Otani, please calm down."
According to our preliminary investigation, your son is suspected of kidnapping and may also be involved in other illegal activities!
"He is dead!"
Masashi Otani coldly interrupted her, his eyes like icicles, "If he is still alive, I don't care how you want to pursue the responsibility!"
But he's dead now!
They died because of your incompetence!