Gin and Vodka can collect this intel, so naturally the Kyoto Prefectural Police can too.
At this time.
In the small conference room of the Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters, there were one big shot after another, each with a position so high that it was frightening.
The Chairman of the National Public Safety Commission, the Chief of the Kyoto Police Headquarters, the Commissioner of the Public Security Investigation Agency of the Ministry of Justice, and the most heavyweight figure was the Chief Cabinet Secretary sitting in the top seat.
In special circumstances, the Chief Cabinet Secretary can act as the Prime Minister.
“Hmph.”
The air was so heavy that even the sound of breathing was clearly audible.
The head of the Special Affairs Investigation Unit, newly established by the Metropolitan Police Department, Heihachiro Kuroda, should be the lowest-ranking person here.
He took a deep breath and inserted the videotape into the playback device.
Hiss——
The bloody scene in the hot spring bath appeared on the screen. Although there was no sound, it didn’t affect the overall viewing experience.
To be honest, after watching this video several times, Heihachiro Kuroda felt strange. Why put the camera in the hot spring bath? What kind of weird fetish was this?
In the video, first there was a scene of the yakuza members gathering together in a defiant manner.
If it were high-ranking police officials from other countries, seeing this scene, they might feel somewhat uncomfortable and lose face.
But the Japanese police were different. After the passage of the “Boryokudan Taisaku Hō” (Organized Crime Countermeasures Act), yakuza organizations became legal and active social organizations.
Everyone present, all high-ranking officials, watched this video expressionlessly until the somewhat down-and-out middle-aged man appeared. Then everyone’s spirits were shaken.
The white bone whip extending from behind.
Two, four, eight…
The power that Kohei Ichiro displayed was like a legendary demon.
The short one-minute video, every second was a murder. The blood accumulated on the ground was as thick as asphalt.
“The total number of people found dead at the scene was seventy-three, and most of them were members of the Sumiyoshi-kai…”
While speaking, Heihachiro Kuroda observed the expressions of everyone present.
Except for the Kyoto Headquarters Chief of Police who had already seen the video, the other several big shots who rushed over had obvious changes in their faces.
“Can you determine the reason why Kohei Ichiro obtained this power?” The Public Security Investigation Agency Commissioner spoke first.
But this kind of question, Heihachiro Kuroda had already researched it.
He shook his head and said: “According to the clues we have currently obtained, Kohei Ichiro’s ancestors were once monks in Hida City and served the two-faced Shugoshin, Namahage.”
“And in his home, we also found a strange bronze box that has been opened. There are many talisman-like things inside, like seals, but the most important thing is missing.”
“Is that so?”
The Chief Cabinet Secretary, deep in thought, tapped on the table and asked: “Where is he now?”
“There is a high probability that he is still in Kyoto. He has a daughter who is receiving treatment at Kyoto City Hospital.”
Heihachiro Kuroda said in a deep voice: “Currently, we have set up multiple ambushes there. As long as Kohei Ichiro appears, we can kill or subdue him…”
“No, no, Kuroda-kacho.”
The Chief Cabinet Secretary shook his head with a light smile: “It’s just less than a hundred people who died. Why kill him?”
“…”
Heihachiro Kuroda was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood.
He stood at attention and saluted: “Yes, I will do my best to persuade him to surrender, or capture him alive.”
“Very good.”
The Chief Cabinet Secretary nodded and looked around the room. “To be safe, we must ensure the safety of Kohei Ichiro’s daughter.”
“I’ve already arranged personnel.”
The Kyoto Headquarters Chief of Police said in a deep voice: “The national karate champion, Satoshi Maeda, is my friend’s son.”
“Having him protect Rimi Kohei closely is more suitable than our people.”
…
“The snow melts away, I call out loud in the sky near the north, remembering the dreams of yesterday…”
In the intensive care unit on the seventh floor of Kyoto City Hospital, the pale, somewhat sickly girl sat on the bed, hugging her knees, and softly humming a song.
While Satoshi Maeda sat on a wooden chair in the room, his eyes slightly closed, his back straight, impeccably disciplined.
“Ayumi, it sounds like someone is singing.”
Miyamoto Kazuko and Ayumi were in the corridor outside, hearing the beautiful singing voice. They gently pushed open the door and poked their heads out from the crack.
“What a beautiful sister!” Ayumi exclaimed in amazement.
“Hmph, you said the same thing when you saw me for the first time.”
Miyamoto Kazuko slumped her face, already realizing that this little girl was a flatterer.
“But this is a different kind of beautiful.”
Ayumi had her own set of standards.
She gestured with her hands and described: “Kazuko-onee-chan is like an elf in the forest, lively and cute, but this sister is like an ancient beauty in a painting.”
“…Thank you for the compliment, little sister.”
In the ward, hearing this heartfelt praise, Rimi Kohei stopped humming and a gentle smile appeared on her pale face.
“If you don’t mind, you can come in. I haven’t made new friends in a long time.”
“Can we?”
Ayumi exclaimed in surprise. Without paying attention to Satoshi Maeda’s objections, she pushed open the door and ran to the bedside, carefully examining Rimi Kohei’s delicate, snow-like face, and exclaimed again:
“Sister, you are so beautiful, I feel like you are as beautiful as Ran-nee-chan.”
“Is Ran-nee-chan your friend too?”
Rimi Kohei asked curiously.
“Yes, yes, Ran-nee-chan is so nice…”
Ayumi pulled Rimi Kohei’s hand and chattered non-stop.
While Miyamoto Kazuko, hands on her hips, glared at Satoshi Maeda, ultimately choosing to strike first:
“Old man, why are you looking at me like that? You wouldn’t be a pervert, would you?”
“Uh…”
Satoshi Maeda shook his head in frustration and reminded: “Little kid, there will be danger here later. You and your friend should go out.”
“I’m not a little kid, I’m eleven years old this year, no, I’m twelve.”
Miyamoto Kazuko, chin raised, exuded confidence.
“Even twelve is still a kid.” Satoshi Maeda mumbled: “If we fight later, I won’t be able to take care of you.”
“I don’t need your protection.”
Miyamoto Kazuko snorted: “This miss is a miko, any demon or ghost sees me and doesn’t dare approach.”
Whoosh——
As soon as the words left her mouth, the wind blew the curtains. Miyamoto Kazuko jumped in fright and immediately rushed to Rimi Kohei’s bed.
Seeing this, Satoshi Maeda couldn’t help but smile. The next moment, his expression suddenly turned serious.
The window was closed. How could there be wind?