Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister

Yamamoto Hiroshi's house was located in East Shinjuku 3-chome.

An old residence that appeared to have seen some years.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong,"

Asai Ayumi pressed the doorbell, "Is Detective Yamamoto at home? I am Asai Ayumi from the firearms department."

"Hi! Please wait a moment." A male voice responded from the intercom, and moments later, a young man in his late twenties with dark circles under his eyes came out to open the door, bowing as he said, "Police Chief Asai, Aoyama Criminal, sorry to keep you waiting. Please come in."

Asai Ayumi nodded slightly, and Aoyama Xiu Xin returned the gesture before the two followed Yamamoto Hiroshi into the living room.

"Please have a seat, and I'll make some tea," said Yamamoto Hiroshi, as he arranged for them to sit on the sofa before turning away.

Aoyama Xiu Xin surveyed the living room; the house was decorated in a purely Western style. Although Yamamoto Hiroshi lived alone, his home was quite tidy and clean.

Soon Yamamoto returned with tea, handed each a cup, and then sat down, pressing his hands to his thighs as he bowed his head in shame and said, "It was my oversight, I'm sorry for making you come all the way for this issue, and for causing you trouble."

"Detective Yamamoto, no need for that; what's done is done. The urgent task is to make amends as quickly as possible," Asai Ayumi said, glancing at Aoyama Xiu Xin who showed no intention of speaking, so she took the initiative, "Please recount the loss of the firearm, around what time did it go missing?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin opened his notebook to take notes.

"Sure!" Yamamoto answered with a heavy nod, then slowly began with a thoughtful expression, "Three days ago in the morning I was issued the firearm, it was still with me at noon. I realized it was missing around 3 PM, right after I met a friend at Heaven Karaoke on Kabukicho First Street. It was crowded and chaotic there, and I suspect that the gun was lost or stolen at that location."

He paused here, then covered his face with both hands in deep remorse and guilt, confessing, "If I hadn't met with my friend during work hours in that kind of place, none of this would've happened. No innocent person would've been shot with my gun. I am guilty, truly..."

"Detective Yamamoto, please calm down," Asai Ayumi said as she handed him a few tissues.

Yamamoto Hiroshi took the tissues and wiped his face haphazardly, his nose sniffing as he said, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"Let's continue, since you suspect the gun was lost at Heaven Karaoke, you must have gone back to look for it," Asai Ayumi asked in a cool voice.

"Yes," Yamamoto Hiroshi repeatedly nodded, his lips dry as he said, "I went back immediately to search. But it was too crowded at the time, and the surveillance footage wasn't clear with many blind spots; so... so I didn't find it."

"Alright, Detective Yamamoto, if you remember anything else, please contact me immediately," Asai Ayumi said as she stood up, signaling departure.

Aoyama Xiu Xin closed his notebook and stood up too.

"Police Chief Asai!" Yamamoto Hiroshi shouted.

Asai Ayumi turned her head in confusion to look at him.

Thud!

The next second, Yamamoto fell to his knees, hands on the ground with his head bowing, pleading with a tearful voice, "Losing the gun was my responsibility. I have no complaints about any disciplinary measures, but Chief Zhongshan was only choosing to protect me out of kindness; it's my fault that he's involved, it has nothing to do with him. Please, I hope you can ask Police Chief Asai to be lenient with him."

"I'm just a police chief, I don't have the authority to command a Senior Police Director," Asai Ayumi's pretty face turned cold in an instant, and without another word, she walked away.

After they left the house, Aoyama Xiu Xin said, "There's no need to be angry over this. With me around, someday people wouldn't just remember you as the station chief's daughter."

"I hope you really can do as you say," Asai Ayumi exhaled and turned to look at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin gave a slight smile and pinched her delicate cheek, "I always keep my words."

"Impudent fellow," Asai Ayumi was both embarrassed and annoyed by such an offensive gesture. She stepped back to avoid his dirty hands and after looking around to make sure no one had seen, she breathed a sigh of relief, "What do you think about what Yamamoto said just now?"

"Let's talk in the car," Aoyama Xiu Xin gestured towards the vehicle.

Asai Ayumi finally realized she was still at the doorstep of Yamamoto Hiroshi's house and immediately walked over to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Aoyama Xiu Xin got into the driver's seat and then suddenly grabbed Asai Ayumi's hair and pulled it in front of him.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Asai Ayumi cried out in pain, her beautiful face paled as she looked up at him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin wore a smile, "You just dodged my hand, do you know how much that tiny step back hurt me?"

Today she dared to dodge his hand, he didn't dare to think what she would dare do tomorrow. She needed to understand what kind of posture she should adopt in front of him.

"Ah! I was afraid of being seen," Asai Ayumi said, her face showing pain, her heart filled with anger and panic.

Aoyama Xiu Xin leaned close, their faces touching, and said word by word, "Don't let there be a next time."

"No... It won't happen again," Asai Ayumi promised.

Aoyama Xiu Xin still didn't let go of her, "Just like Yamamoto Hiroshi lost his gun, if you make a mistake, you have to accept the punishment."

"Not... not here, okay?" Asai Ayumi realized what he wanted to do, feeling a mix of shock and anger. She stifled her internal humiliation and pleaded with a trembling voice.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed, "Still not listening."

Asai Ayumi bit her red lip, and her two delicate hands slowly moved to Aoyama Xiu Xin's belt.

"Ha~ Hiss~" Aoyama Xiu Xin's body tensed up in an instant and then slowly relaxed. He gently stroked Asai Ayumi's head, while his other hand expertly started the car and drove off, slowly saying, "Yamamoto Hiroshi's house is too tidy. He said he regretted losing his gun so much, but still has the mood to clean every day? He's obviously lying. Don't stop, go to Heaven Karaoke later and retrieve the surveillance footage from three days ago, I'll go to the Yanahara's house to ask about the situation."

In his past life as a killer, one of the things he was best at was observing the details in various environments.

"Mmm." Asai Ayumi's voice was muffled.

About twenty minutes later, Aoyama Xiu Xin dropped off Asai Ayumi in front of Heaven Karaoke and then drove alone towards the house of the deceased Yeharadong.

Asai Ayumi's cheeks were flushed red. She stood in place to tidy up her slightly disheveled hair and collar, then, recovering her aloof demeanor, she turned and walked through the door of the karaoke bar.

"I am Asai Ayumi from the Shinjuku Police Station's Firearms and Explosives Division, have your manager come out to meet me!"

.........…

Ten minutes later, at the Yanahara's house.

A standalone villa.

It seems lending money really is profitable, Yeharadong's financial corporation was of a modest scale within the industry, and the boss could afford a villa.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin entered, he saw several people arranging a funeral parlor in the courtyard, and they saw him too.

"I am Detective Aoyama Xiu Xin from the Shinjuku Police Station's Firearms and Explosives Division, is Mrs. Yanahara at home?" Facing the puzzled looks of those people, Aoyama took out his credentials.

"Mr. Aoyama." Accompanied by a slightly hoarse female voice, a beautiful young woman with her hair up and wearing a plain black dress came out of the house.

She looked to be around 30 years old. The black mourning dress gave her a cool and distant aura, but it couldn't hide her body's proud curves. Her face was small, her eyes seductive, and the redness around her eyes evoked a pitiable beauty, like a ripe peach tempting onlookers.

At the sight of her, Aoyama Xiu Xin had already mentally conjured up many widow-themed movies.

Fortunately, having just coerced his superior, he was currently in a period of clear-headedness, so his eyes were clear, and he was composed, "Mrs. Yanahara, please accept my condolences. I am here to understand some matters."

"Please come in, Mr. Aoyama. I will cooperate with you fully," Yehua Yiren replied softly and courteously, bowing slightly and gesturing for him to enter with a raised hand.

She stepped lightly in her wooden sandals, leading the way with small, delicate steps. The tight kimono accentuated the roundness of her swaying hips, enticing the onlooker's gaze.