Entry: adog84
Chapter 1: Clues
Section 1: The Trap
It’s late at night on the street, and hidden on a quiet corner is a car with two men in it, Masayuki Hiraizumi in the driver’s seat and Hisao Makita in the assistant’s seat.
Hiraizumi lit a cigarette, since entering the ambush position, this is the 20th cigarette he has smoked, not because he wants to smoke it, but because he is annoyed, ambush and other things are not suitable for Hiraizumi’s character, not to mention, to carry out the ambush mission which is not suitable for his character, it has been almost 12 hours, and the police officer who changed the shift hasn’t come.
The frequent homicides have kept the Police Department’s Search Division 1 exhausted and busy, and although Hiraizumi is aware of the situation, he can’t keep his anger down.
The high-class apartment that was under surveillance housed the mistress of the murderer, the murderer was a member of a violent group, and the person killed was also a member of a violent group, and in Hiraizumi’s opinion, this kind of case didn’t need to be meddled with because there was no question of the subject of the search at all, and it was really an unlucky ambush.
The lit cigarette traced a small red dot on the front window of the car, Makita was silent, no matter if he didn’t say a word, no matter if he was chattering, Makita always turned his stomach, their personalities definitely didn’t match each other, Makita was the inspector, Hiraizumi was the police department replacement; Hiraizumi was the head of the fifth faculty, and Makita was just a general police officer, realizing that, Hiraizumi’s heart was getting worse and worse.
In a hostel room, Ryoko stepped out of the bathroom, her skin so white that it was nearly transparent under the light, her two heavy breasts like budding lotuses, her long, white, tentative legs, the soft silk of the bulging triangle of land, glistening with light; her white, rounded hips wiggled and twisted as she walked over to Hiraizumi.
Hiraizumi’s eyes flashed brightly, his heartbeat accelerated, a nameless hot current was running around in his body, he took off his clothes in three or two times, and violently picked up Yoshiko, threw her on the soft Simmons, and then pounced on her like a hungry wolf, as soon as Hiraizumi touched Yoshiko’s tender naked body, the nerves around his body kept on rising and expanding, he couldn’t help but to hold Yoshiko’s naked body, and fiercely kissed her up, and Yoshiko hugged his broad solid shoulders tightly, burning hot lips, pressed together, and her silky tongue was like two small snakes stirring in her mouth. Yoshiko tightly embraced his broad and solid shoulders, hot lips, close together, silky tongue, like two small snakes stirring in the mouth.
He kissed by Ryoko’s cherry mouth first, and his hands kept stroking on Ryoko’s jade breasts, and pinched the red bean-like nipples with his fingertips from time to time.
Hiraizumi kissed more and more vigorously, from Ryoko’s small mouth, cheeks, ears, all the way down, passed through Ryoko’s neck, shoulders, and then kissed the chest, and slowly kissed down Ryoko’s pair of round, firm and erect breasts.
Yoshiko’s pair of soft, snow-white breasts were firm and hard, especially the red bean-like nipples, which were small and round on top of her breasts, making Hiraizumi feel soothed and comfortable.
Hiraizumi’s right hand, which was rubbing Yoshiko’s breasts, was also kissing Yoshiko’s mouth, and slowly stroking downward, stroking the white and tender abdomen, and then downward stroking the navel and the belly button, and when his mouth kissed Yoshiko’s breasts, his right hand was also touching the pussy in between Yoshiko’s legs, and he was stroking the pile of angular shaped, fine and soft pubic hairs, and kept stroking them up and down.
From time to time, he ran his fingers up and down the overflowing gash, grinding his pussy’s nucleus and occasionally thrusting into the peach blossom hole.
Such kissing, touching and grinding made Ryoko’s body shiver and shake, her whole body twisted slightly, her pussy was dripping wet, and she couldn’t help but moan, “Come on, I can’t take it…”
She rolled over and crawled on her knees on the soft Simmons, her hips lifting and writhing high, like she was urging a quicker thrust.
Hiraizumi wrapped his hands around Ryoko’s slender waist, his erect rod, thrusting into Ryoko’s hot fleshy hole.
“AH…” The painful sensation of the hot rod thrusting in caused Ryoko to let out a satisfied sound.
Ryoko’s fleshy hole was quite tight, its walls squirming like an animal, and there was no doubt that of all the women Hiraizumi had fucked, Ryoko had the best sensuality.
Hiraizumi stroked Ryoko’s back, the white smooth back with fine beads of sweat from excitement, extremely attractive, from shoulders to back and to the waist to form beautiful curves, Hiraizumi favored this kind of white plump flesh, it was really a night of soulfulness.
Hiraizumi now imagined Ryoko and the murderer rolling around in bed making love, his chest burning with anger, his teeth gritting, wanting to immediately break the murderer into pieces.
He crushed the cigarette with his foot, and in the distance, there was the sound of an ever-approaching motorcycle engine, and Hiraizumi checked his watch.
July 5, 1:10 a.m., the sound of the engine ripped through the silence of the night, which is a dozen consecutive motorcycle speed race.
“Asshole!” Hiraizumi cursed under his breath and jerked the camouflaged police car into motion.
“Hiraizumi-kun!” Makuta shouted.
“Shut up!” The pent-up anger building up everywhere inside his body was practically ready to explode, and Hiruzen himself knew that he was lighting fires right now.
The police car chases the wolf-running motorcycle at high speed, and the motorcycle riders spot the camouflaged police car in pursuit and suddenly increase the throttle in order to shake off the tail.
Hiraizumi also hit the gas pedal hard.
At the corner of the road, Hiraizumi’s camouflaged police car overtook seven or eight motorcycles, and Hiraizumi applied the emergency brake, causing the police car to straddle the middle of the road, and two of the motorcycles slammed into the body of the police car, and the motorcycles that followed crashed into each other.
“Run away again or you’re welcome!” Hiraizumi bellowed.
“Fuck him!” I don’t know who shouted.
Four or five men pounced on Hiraizumi and beat him up. The motorcycle, which they considered their lifeblood, was broken, and the riders, harboring anger, punched and kicked Hiraizumi.
Hiraizumi was a renowned fighting expert in the police department, with thirty ranks in kendo, judo, aikido, and karate combined, and had won two All-Japan Karate Championships, and he had the destructive power of 600 kilograms in a single punch. But he didn’t want to kill anyone, but only beat the face and chin of the man who rushed forward.
In all, not even 30 seconds later, the riders were all knocked out on the road.
“Makita, get the patrol car from the Tobu Police Station!”
Fearing an attack on the motorcycle ride, Makita cowered in the police car, gripping his pistol tightly.
Hiraizumi almost cursed, “Are you still a fucking cop?”
Masayuki Hiraizumi was fired from the police department, and the issue wasn’t the arrest of the motorcycle rider.
However, one of the motorcycle riders who went against Hiraizumi was named Yuji Saita, a 19-year-old delinquent, and Saita took a blow to the jaw from Hiraizumi and was hospitalized. The doctors didn’t say what was wrong anywhere, but, Saita was paralyzed in the lower half of his body and stayed in the hospital for two months without being cured.
Flying cars at night are an abomination, injuries are the ipso facto retribution for assaulting an officer, and even if you don’t get hit by Hiraizumi, you’ll get shot by Makita, and in that case the shooting was in self-defense.
However, his rivals were the first to complain, and Saita’s father, Saita Itsuzo, who was the vice president of Yamato Chemical, the world’s leading chemical equipment manufacturer, and a major player in the industry, lodged a serious protest with the Tokyo Metropolitan Government and the police department, one that could not be avoided by a criminal trial.
Hiraizumi is fired, and because it’s a firing, Hiraizumi doesn’t know what to do when he doesn’t even get his severance pay.
Hiraizumi, who doesn’t know what to do, has just stepped out of the police station and thinks of Soumura Daigon.
Daigon Soumura was sleeping when the sound of a kicking door woke him up.
“Don’t make a mess! Which asshole is it?!” Soumura shouted.
There was a wall clock in the house, and the sound of the door being kicked in drowned out the pleasant chime.
“Asking for a beating?” Soumura opened the door.
Hiraizumi stood in the doorway.
“Wipe the shoe marks with a rag, you bastard!”
“Better you do it, I’m free!” Hiraizumi walked into the living room.
It’s a 9-room, $100 million premium apartment that includes 3 toilets, 3 bathrooms.
They took out their brandy and began to drink.
“You’re free, you say?” Soumura raised the bottle.
“Yes.”
“Tell me the reason.”
“Fired.”
“Police Department?”
“Of course, served with an expulsion notice.” Hiraizumi snatched the brandy.
“What does expulsion have to do with freedom?”
“You’re such a jerk. Since you’ve been expelled, out of sight, out of mind, of course you’re free, and…”
“Wait a minute,” Soumura nudged Hiraizumi, “So you’re penniless?”
“Yes, as of today, I’ve decided to live here.”
“I see… one by one, what a disaster.” Soumura sighed.
“What other bad luck?”
“I broke off my relationship with my father.”
“Disconnect one from your father?”
“Don’t get to the bottom of it.” Soumura filled his glass with brandy.
“And the reason?”
“Slept with a rascal’s mistress and did it 9 times. The 10th time I was caught red-handed by the rascal and asked to be sworn in, and when I didn’t do it, he forced me to screw the woman in front of him.”
“Another rogue’s mistress!” Hiraizumi was taken aback: “Did you do it afterward?”
“It didn’t work, the hoodlum took pictures of us while we were fooling around, he ran with the photos to my father, who bought the film for 10 million dollars, and then, later on, broke off his father-son relationship with me.”
“Shit, why didn’t you come and tell me?”
“Sooner or later, you always have to break it off.”
“Count on it.” Hiraizumi nodded, eyeing the long, thin-faced Soumura.
Munemura’s father, Shinnosuke Munemura, is the general manager of Tokyo Heavy Industries Co. Munemura is his third son, and his begging of his father to buy a $100 million dollar condominium could have been seen as a precursor to the severance of the relationship, as Munemura himself sees it.
The one who ran the company into bankruptcy was Soumura, but the one who cleaned up the mess was always the old man, and, to add to that, the affair with the rogue’s mistress. The hooligan knew that he could make a lot of money by letting Soumura sleep with his mistress, so he deliberately kept them close.
“So, you’re penniless too?”
“Nice.”
“Father didn’t send any severance pay?”
“Damn, and talk about severance pay, you bastard!”
“But what about two people who are both penniless?”
“What to do won’t work, so, simply sleep in.”
The management fee alone for a $100 million ultra-luxury condominium is high, at $120,000 a month, and although it has been paid this month, there is no hope for next month.
Soumura has a Mercedes-Benz bridge car that has been sitting idle because it can’t afford to pay for gasoline.
“Anyway, I’ve decided to live here.”
“Suit yourself, but, to be honest, all I can eat now is instant noodles, and I sleep every day while dreaming of steak, and you seem to say that you don’t even have the money for a proper meal, so you can’t be without it, can you?”
Here, Soumura’s voice trembled: “I have two 10,000 yen bills, that’s all I have.”
“Hey, hurry up and get it out!”
Gazing at Soumura, whose eyes had changed drastically, Hiraizumi sighed heavily.
Section II: Amateur Detectives
The last posting was 1.1 Traps. It is divided into five chapters and twenty-eight sections, so if you like it, please give some response so that I am motivated to finish posting it.
September 15th.
A week has passed since Masayuki Hiraizumi was fired from the police department.
In the $100 million dollar fancy apartment, the two penniless men sleep every day, drink all the alcohol and eat nothing but instant noodles, and Hiraizumi proposes to sell the apartment.
“I’ve wanted to sell it for a long time.” Soumura Daigon replied. The car also wanted to be sold, but neither could find a buyer.
“You go get a job!” Soumura said breathlessly.
“What’s the job?”
“You could be a guard or a warehouse keeper.”
“Fuck, I’m a detective specializing in homicide.”
“There are idiots in the criminal police.”
“I’m not cut out for manual labor.”
“You would have been brought up in the lower classes to do manual labor.”
“You earned money to support me before the apartment was sold?”
“In exchange, half the money from the sale of the apartment will be given to you.”
“How about this deal?” Soumura thought about the idea and sat up.
“You know a lot of rogues and scoundrels, go and see if there’s any work for me as a bosun or something like that.”
“I’m not going to beg a rogue scoundrel.” Soumura lay back down again.
However, no good job could be found. The days of eating instant noodles lasted for five days, as the houses and daily furniture were very luxurious and appeared to make their life even more miserable.
“Can’t get a good job? The root cause is that you got into this mess by grabbing Motorcycle Rider.”
“No kidding.”
“The bad part is that asshole Saita Itsuzo.”
“Shit, you’re the one who’s joking.”
“Wasn’t it you who seriously punched that teenager? Put yourself in that paralyzed teenager’s shoes, put yourself in your father’s shoes, and reflect on that!”
“But, hungry.”
“I’m hungry too, and I can only dream of eating.”
“Dare to rob a paycheck?”
“If the belly is hungry against the spine.”
“It’s already that way.”
Hiraizumi thought of becoming a bandit. Hiraizumi and Soumura are both 32 years old and have been friends since elementary school, never realizing that life in the human world could be so difficult. It goes without saying that Soumura was a loser, however, Hiraizumi didn’t realize that he would be fired from the police department as well.
Things would have been easier if there had been a severance pay, but the thought of it made him hate Saita Itsuzo again. Hiraizumi was shocked to learn that Soumura had no ability to make a living at all, and that being a bandit would be the easiest thing to do, but he shuddered at the thought of being arrested. However, there was something he had to do, and he couldn’t just starve to death with Soumura.
“What’s the best thing to do?”
“I have a good idea.” Hiraizumi stood up, “How about you use the Soumura family’s name to hook up with and blackmail women?”
“Where to get the funds? And, in its current state, it doesn’t even have the strength to do that.”
“Forget it!” Hiraizumi lay back down and didn’t make a sound.
The phone rang.
“Looking for you.” Hiraizumi said.
He thought that, anyway, it was a call to press for debt repayment, and wherever he could borrow money, Soumura had borrowed it all.
Soumura didn’t move a muscle as the phone rang tenaciously.
The phones and appliances will soon be out of service, as well as the gas.
Soumura muttered, holding out his hand, “It’s for you.” Soumura puts down the receiver and collapses onto the bed.
“It’s a woman… Calling a woman here… eat your heart out!”
Hiraizumi picked up the phone.
“Mr. Hiraizumi Masayuki?” A young woman’s voice asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m here in the Yamato Chemical Secretary’s Office.”
“Yamato Chemical?” Hiraizumi’s voice was full of anger.
“Yes. Vice President Saita said he wanted to be sure to meet Mr. Hiraizumi.”
“What? That asshole Saita wants to see me!”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“We’ll talk more about it when we meet, a car has been sent to pick it up, you’ll understand when we get to the office.”
“Are you kidding me!” Hiraizumi put down the phone with a thud.
“What’s going on?” Soumura muttered as he looked up at the ceiling.
“God knows!”
“Maybe it’s tricking you into killing you.”
“Avenge your son?” Hiruzen stared at the ceiling as well.
“Mostly.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll paralyze that bastard too.”
When the words were out of their mouths, neither man made a sound.
After about an hour, the doorbell rang, and Soumura went to open the door, and at the door stood a taxi driver: “I’m here to pick up Mr. Hiraizumi, as instructed by Yamato Chemical.” The driver bowed solemnly.
Soumura went back to tell Hiraizumi.
“Well, when we get there, run into that asshole Saita and pick him up hard.” Hiruzen jumped up.
“I’ll come along, maybe have a refreshment treat, even if it is hell.”
“To you, the temptation of refreshment far outweighs the horrors of hell.”
“Now it’s true.”
He’s telling the truth.
Hiraizumi and Soumura got into the fancy foreign imported bridge car.
The headquarters of Daiwa Chemical was a 20-story, glass-fronted modern building across from Hibiya Park. As the car pulled in the front door, four middle-aged, well-built men waited at the entrance and bowed deeply to Hiraizumi and Soumura.
They were taken up the elevator to the general manager’s special parlor on the 18th floor.
“It’s not like he’s trying to kill someone!” Soumura looked around the plush parlor.
“Yes!” Hiraizumi was also puzzled.
The female secretary brought the finest tea and snacks: “The general manager and deputy general manager will be here in a while.” She was a young secretary familiar with etiquette.
Hiraizumi and Soumura stuffed their snacks into their mouths almost simultaneously and drank their tea.
“If there’s beer and rice here, even if I get killed, I have no complaints.” Soumura muttered to himself.
“It will be delivered, I have a feeling.” Hiraizumi said.
“Hey, really?”
“It’s probably poisoned in there, though.”
“Yeah? Trying to poison us?” Soumura looked at Hiraizumi.
At least there was nothing out of the ordinary in the Japanese snacks and tea, for which they had a good idea.
Two men walked in: “Sorry to keep you waiting. I am General Manager Ryosaku Nohara, and this is Vice General Manager Itsuzo Saita. I’m very sorry to have asked you to come.”
“Tell us why we were called, Saita.” Hiraizumi snapped.
Neither Hiraizumi nor Soumura got to their feet.
“I’ll just give you two the instructions.” Nohara and Saita sat down side by side.
“This is Mr. Soumura, isn’t it?” Nohara turned his gaze to Soumura: “Your father and I met often at the Industrial Club.”
“Because of the severing of the father-son relationship, I am now a stranger to Soumura Susumu no Tsutsumi.”
“I heard about that.” Nohara didn’t stop smiling, “Mr. Hiraizumi and our company’s Saita-kun had a difficult relationship, but the situation with Saita-kun’s child is getting better, and for that reason, the Open Company is deeply sorry for Mr. Hiraizumi’s dismissal from the police department.” Nohara bowed his head in apology.
“I really didn’t know any better, and at that time, because my heart was in turmoil, I mentioned the protest, I’m really sorry.” Saita also bowed his head and apologized.
Hiraizumi didn’t say a word, he was confused.
The poisoning certainly won’t be there, but there’s always a doubt in the mind.
Nohara opened the purple bundle he brought with him, and inside was money! 1 million yen bills in bundles, five bundles in all.
Nohara pushed the 5 million yen over, “Please take these, they are just a small deposit.
Honestly, there’s something else I’d like to borrow from you two.” Nohara’s smile began to fade.
“Collect the money and say so.”
“Wait a moment,” Hiraizumi pushed away Soumura, who was trying to collect the money, “Tell me why first.”
The deposit alone was 5 million, and Hiraizumi’s voice couldn’t help but tremble.
“Please find this man.” Nohara handed over a photograph.
Hiraizumi takes the photo and passes it to Soumura; it shows a man about 30 years old.
“This man’s name is Kuramochi Asahikari, 34 years old. He came to work for our company after graduating from the Tokyo University of Foreign Studies with first class honors, and is fluent in seven foreign languages, making him a rare talent for our company. Until two months ago, he was the General Manager’s secretary. Two months ago… July 10th, to be exact, he suddenly disappeared.”
“Kuramochi Asahi has taken important documents from our company that could be worth tens of billions of dollars if sold to a foreign competitor, and it is the fate of our company that is at stake. No, to exaggerate, it would be a great loss for the country of Japan.”
Nohara watched Hiraizumi and Soumura.
“Why didn’t you report it to the police?”
“If we report to the police and name him as wanted in the whole country, Kuramochi Asahi will jump over the wall when he has no way to escape, and that’s very dangerous; we must rely on our own strength to find Kuramochi Asahi secretly.”
“But it’s been two months since Kuramochi Asahi disappeared, so he’s long since fled the country, right?”
“There’s no need to worry about that. The airports of Narita, Haneda, Chitose, Shinkomatsu, Nagoya, Osaka, Fukuoka, Nagasaki, Kumamoto, Kagoshima, and Naha on the international routes are under surveillance, so Kuramochi Asahi will be arrested if he shows his face, and the ports and terminals to foreign countries have been staffed.”
“So, Kuramochi Asahi is definitely still in the country?”
“It should be.”
“Will top secret documents be actualized in the country to foreign agents?”
“Not yet. The top secret documents that Kuramochi Asahi took with him are extremely cutting-edge, and it would be impossible to judge their value without a specific expert. According to reports from our intelligence network, currently, the person who understands its value has not yet come to Japan.”
“Kurumaki Asahi is still in the country, and the top secret documents are currently in Kurumaki Asahi’s possession… are these two things certain?”
“Not bad.” Nohara nodded, his expression full of confidence.
“One more thing,” Hiraizumi resolved, “why are you looking for us?”
Therein lies the problem, the major question mark so to speak. Now that Yamato Chemical has control of the various airports and terminals and is going all out, there is no reason at all why Hiraizumi and Soumura have to be approached.
“You are a criminal police officer, and we have investigated your abilities. And, for being rude and leaving you two without food for the next night, we are sure that you will search desperately.”
“Of course, in doing so, there is also the implication of atonement for having put you out of work. Furthermore, although we have devoted the entire company to searching for Kurashiku, there is a lack of experts in the field.”
“I see.” Hiraizumi nodded: “But what do want us to do?”
“I hope we can identify where Kuramochi Asahi is lurking, that’s all for your mission, we’ll take care of things from here on out. The reward will be another 20 million dollars at that time. How about that? Not counting the 5 million yen, of course.”
“Find out where Kuramochi Asahi is lurking and contact you… that’s it?”
“Yes. However, contact can be made to both me and Saita-kun at that time.”
“Okay, we’ll take it down.”
“That puts our minds at ease, here’s Kuramochi Asahi’s resume.” Nohara placed a large envelope on the desktop.
Hiraizumi and Jongchon stepped out onto the road with 2.5 million dollars in their respective pockets.
“Steak and draft beer!” Soumura shouted as soon as he exited Yamato Chemical’s headquarters.
The two intercepted a cab and sped toward the hotel.
While sipping a draft beer, Hiraizumi took out Kuramochi’s resume: Kuramochi Asahi!
Born June 3, Showa 24, eldest son of Tetsusaku Kuramochi.
Hometown: Yorishima-cho, Asama-gun, Okayama-ken
Graduated from Okayama Higashiyama High School in March, Showa 42
Graduated from Tokyo University of Foreign Studies in March, Showa 46
Entered Yamato Chemical in April, Showa 46
Married Shinobu Ebara on September 9, Showa 55
Rie, the eldest daughter, was born on November 7, 1967
Current address: 2-1 Yoyogi 3-cho, Shibuya-ku, Tokyo
Skills: Fluent in 7 languages: English, Italian, French, German, Spanish, Chinese, Indonesian “Fluent in 7 languages: English, Italian, French, German, Spanish, Chinese, Indonesian… He’s a very suspicious character… Hey, man!”
Soumura asked for a fourth draft beer.
“What’s suspicious?”
“The man. Can you frequently use various foreign languages at will? The average person can’t be fluent in seven languages. First of all, it’s a headache to think about.”
“Where’s your head?”
“Not to brag, I graduated from North Dakota State University. Forgot that? Can’t compete with you when it comes to English.”
“We’re looking for people, not foreign languages.”
“Yeah! But for the first time in my life, I got a taste of pie in the sky, thanks to you grabbing Motorcycle Rider in a fit of rage.”
“Hey, what are you thinking?”
“One question, can I be considered a famous detective?”
“Of course not, you’re just a violent detective.”
“I thought so.” Hiruzen stared at the sky.
Section III: The Trail
Kurashige Asahi had no relatives in his place of origin, and his father, Kurashige Asahi Teizo, who made a living as a fisherman, had died in September, Showa 56, and Kurashige Asahi was an only child.
Kuramochi Asahi’s current residence is at 2-1 Yoyogi 3-cho, Shibuya-ku, Tokyo, where it is a rental residence.
The sudden disappearance of Kuramochi Asahi, who stole the company’s top-secret documents, occurred on July 10th.
On July 30, Shinobu, the wife of Kuramochi Asahi, moved out of the apartment. This was all that was recorded on the ward office’s household registration card, the application for relocation was not found, and the whereabouts of Shinobu, who had taken her underage daughter Rie with her, were unknown.
On September 18, Masayuki Hiraizumi and Daigon Sonomura traveled to Takasaki City, Gunma Prefecture, where the maternal home of Shinobu, the wife of Asahi Kuramochi, was located on the outskirts of Takasaki City.
Soumura drove his Mercedes, which he hadn’t used in a while, as the gasoline-filled 500 SLC sped along into the early fall wind.
Hiraizumi leaned back against his assistant’s chair, puzzled: why had Vice General Manager Saita Itsuzo noticed him? The injury to Saita’s son was a random incident, and the boy was paralyzed in his lower body. When Hiraizumi was dismissed, Saita was understandably angry and protested that a criminal trial was necessary. Later, Saita kept the expelled Hiraizumi under surveillance, as evidenced by General Manager Nohara’s statement that they ate no food between nights.
“Why?” Hiraizumi asked himself, it couldn’t be this search for Kuramochi Asahi that got Hiraizumi fired, because he wasn’t that capable of being a famous scout, and it seemed like there was some kind of conspiracy hidden behind it.
Daiwa Chemical is doing its best to track down Kuramochi Asahi. His place of origin, relatives, friends, confidants, his wife whose whereabouts are unknown…
All of this should have been fully investigated, but Nohara said nothing and only gave them Kuramochi Asahi’s photo and resume.
The word “trap…” kept coming to mind.
But there is $2.5 million on the body, and $2.5 million has the power to go in even if it’s a trap.
“Kurama Asahi’s wife Shinobu, where do you think it is now?” Soumura, who was driving, suddenly asked.
“God knows.”
“So, you’re the lunch bucket scout.”
“Hmph!” Hiraizumi took out his cigarettes.
“Kuramochi Asahi fled the country by stealing top-secret documents without even a severance pay, and his abandoned wife is living on the streets; she’s in the same position as you, who was expelled from the police department.”
“So are you who have severed the father-son relationship.”
“Yes!” The assent was very clear: “Men are stuck with no food for the night, but women are not.”
“Shinobu is only twenty-nine, and she can work in a bar and sell her flesh to men. Well, one hundred percent.”
“That confident?”
“Her father retired from the city government due to old age, and as a junior clerk, he didn’t have the strength to support Shinobu.”
“Come on come on.”
“The question is in which bar or restaurant. If she’s back in Takasaki City, things are fine, but if she’s in Tokyo, 5 million dollars for the investigation won’t be enough anyway.”
“You want a family to investigate over drinks?”
“Other than that, what’s the alternative?”
“Stupid!”
It’s not worth talking about, but the likelihood of enduring a job in a bar or restaurant is very high.
“I think that Yamato Chemical has long since gotten a hold of Shinobu’s whereabouts.”
“Got the trail? What’s going on here?” Soumura looked at Hiraizumi.
“Can’t figure it out.” Hiraizumi shook his head : “However, Yamato Chemical is using the human sea tactic.”
“But if they had the whereabouts, why didn’t they tell us? And, with a whopping 5 million dollars.”
“That’s precisely why I said I couldn’t figure it out. But sooner or later, the truth of the matter will be revealed.”
“A truth hidden in a mystery?”
“Yes.”
“This whole thing is very much to my liking, and yes, it’s probably in my nature, so I used to run companies and one by one they all went bankrupt, and that kind of thing isn’t for me.”
“It’s because of incompetence, isn’t it!” Hiraizumi kicked him.
Kuramochi Asahi Shinobu’s father, Ebara Kazuo, seems to be hiding something, and he doesn’t dare to look Hiraizumi and Soumura, who are visiting, in the face. He had retired from the city government two years ago due to old age, and he and his wife both lived together. With a blank face, he simply explained that he knew about the disappearance of Kuramochi Asahi, but he didn’t know where Shinobu was now or what he did for a living.
Other than that, he didn’t say a word.
Hiraizumi and Soumura walk out of the Ebara house, and there’s no hiding the fact that Kazuo Ebara is being doggedly pursued by Yamato Chemical.
Hiraizumi told Soumura to wait in the car while he poked around the neighborhood.
“What? Understood.”
“Drive to the city.”
Shinobu has an older brother, brother Kazuaki, who runs an electrical appliance store in Sagaba, and comparing him to his father, Kazuaki Ebara shows a more blatant antipathy, stating flatly that he knew nothing about it, from the beginning.
“What to do?” Back in the car, Soumura asked Hiraizumi.
“To Takasaki Girls’ High School.”
“What are you doing at the school?” Soumura looked at Hiraizumi in surprise.
“Don’t ask, let’s go!” Hiruzen hugged his skeleton shoulders.
Takasaki Girls’ High School was Shinobu’s alma mater, so checking the roster of her classmates, she would be able to find friends who were close to Shinobu. If no one knew about Shinobu’s current situation, there was a high probability that Shinobu had not returned to Takasaki City, and if that was the case, it would not be easy to track down Shinobu. In Tokyo, it was almost impossible to find someone who had deliberately disappeared.
Soumura drove the car. Since the moment he entered Takasaki City, Hiraizumi had been silent and alone in his thoughts; he seemed to have scruples about speaking.
Soumura finally remembers that Hiraizumi is a detective in the Police Department’s Search Division One.
The car stopped at Takasaki Girls’ High School.
“You wait in the car.” Hiraizumi said casually, walking towards the schoolhouse.
Hiraizumi approached the principal and made an excuse to look through the roster of classmates.
Leaving the school, he found a pay phone and called each of the dozen or so Shinobu classmates he had memorized. While this was going on, Soumura waited in the car.
The tall Hiraizumi seems to be likable, but his preference for being alone and on his own also tends to cause resentment.
“Go to Narita Town!”
“Figure anything out?”
“Probably.”
“What does it probably mean?”
“Can’t say anything until you see the other side.”
“You’re too much of a poser, aren’t you?”
“Not posturing, but due to my professional habits. Don’t ask any more questions, let’s go!”
Hiraizumi’s eyes fell on the list with an O typed next to Sachiko Takeshita’s name.
It was late in the evening when I met Sachiko Takeshita.
Sachiko had run into Shinobu. It was about 10 days ago, when Sachiko was on her way home from studying yoga, she happened to run into Shinobu, and they stood by the side of the road and talked for a while.
Shinobu said that she came back 3 days ago and was returning to Tokyo tomorrow. They talked for a few minutes, but Sachiko realized that Shinobu wasn’t telling the truth, and although she noticed it a bit in the conversation, Sachiko didn’t take it to heart. She had heard that Shinobu was married to a high school graduate from the Tokyo University of Foreign Studies, so it would be impolite to get to the bottom of it.
Hiraizumi thanked him and returned to the car.
“Any luck?”
“There is, as you say, in the hospitality business. Check out Hotel Street to-night.”
The answer was surprisingly simple; if it was so easy to find out, Yamato Chemical should also have already gotten a hold of Shinobu’s whereabouts, Hiraizumi pondered the increasingly difficult mystery.
Section 4: Lasciviousness
(Hercules Nightclub) This is the nightclub where Ninja works.
Masayuki Hiraizumi and Daigon Soumura investigate the hospitality business on Willow Street, and have just reached the 16th house when they discover Shinobu.
Shinobu is working in a kimono and her alias is Ayano.
“Hercules closed at 12 p.m. After 11 p.m., Hiraizumi and Soumura returned to the Hercules nightclub to monitor Shinobu.
They observe as they drink.
Shinobu was slender, fair-skinned, and from the side, her pretty face was full of sorrow.
“It’s beautiful,” Soumura whispered, “and it would be wonderful to fuck a woman like that! What do you think of my idea?”
“Yes.” Hiraizumi replied warmly.
Shinobu is very likely to get in touch with Kuramochi Asahi; the top secret documents are said to be worth tens of billions of dollars, and if Kuramochi Asahi succeeds in taking them abroad and selling them, Shinobu is afraid that he’ll leave the country as well.
Shinobu’s whereabouts had been identified, the question was what to do from there. If the attack was ineffective, finding out Shinobu’s whereabouts would be useless.
The closing time is approaching, and Hiraizumi tells Soumura to ask for a cab.
Hiraizumi held out until the very end, when they came out of the “Hercules” and waited in ambush for Shinobu.
Shinobu arrives at the taxi stand with a middle-aged man, and in that instant, Hiraizumi takes the idea that they’re following in a taxi.
The taxi Shinobu was traveling in stopped at a motel on the outskirts of town, and Hiraizumi and Soumura got out of the cab.
“Unsurprisingly, shit! She’s prostituting herself.” Soumura, in the darkness, muttered to himself.
Shinobu’s white pattered face appeared in his mind, and at the same time, he remembered her ample breasts and hips.
“It’s time to go.” Hiraizumi checked his watch; it had been over fifteen minutes since Shinobu and the man had entered the house.
“Where to?”
“Shinobu’s room, of course.”
“But how?”
“Go through the front door. Follow me!” Hiraizumi came out of hiding.
There was a middle-aged man in the cramped tent.
“Which room did the guest who just passed stay in?” Hiruzen asked without moving.
“So… you’re…”
“If you don’t tell me, watch out for the food. That woman is my wife, don’t dawdle, lead the way, open the door, and promise not to cause you any trouble.” Pingquan took out 100,000 yuan.
The man looked at Hiraizumi in silence.
“Well, don’t toast it.”
“I see.” The man let out a hoarse voice: “But don’t make trouble for the inn.”
“It’s a deal.”
Soumura watched the evolution of events with surprise, thinking that it was no wonder Hiraizumi had been fired from the police department.
The man’s hands couldn’t help shaking as he reached for the master key, and Hiraizumi pushed the man out of the way as he and Soumura barged into the house.
It was a room full of mirrors, and Shinobu was lying naked on a round, revolving bed with a middle-aged man pressing down on her.
Realizing someone had entered, the man jumped to his feet. Before he could utter a word, Hiraizumi’s fist had slammed into his stomach.
Shinobu covered her breasts with her hands and stared at the two men, not a word coming out of her mouth.
“Get dressed!” Facing Shinobu’s naked body, Hiruzen turned his back. Shinobu nodded and began to get dressed.
The man came to his senses.
“This woman is my wife, there’s no need to swear, is there?” Hiruzen stood in front of the man.
“I’m sorry!” The man kowtowed and begged for forgiveness.
“Get lost!” Hiraizumi bellowed, shooing the man away.
Soumura took the beer out of the fridge and sat down on the couch while Hiraizumi drank and waited for Houjou to get dressed.
“Call the police!”
The blood drained from Shinobu’s face.
“We don’t want to testify about prostitution offenses.”
“Cowards! You’re useless guys!”
“Probably got it wrong! Please sit down, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Hiruzen gestured to the couch.
“Anyway, you guys couldn’t put me down, so this time you even invited the Violent Group.” Tears welled up in Shinobu’s eyes.
“We’re a violent group?”
“Isn’t it? A violent group hired by Yamato Chemical!” Shinobu shouted to Soumura.
“Calm down, we’re hired by Yamato Chemical, but we’re not a violent group.” Hiraizumi pointed at the couch again.
“Didn’t you hear me just now? Do whatever you guys want, there’s nothing I can do about it.” Shinobu remained standing.
“We managed to find you tonight because your husband stole top secret documents worth tens of billions of dollars and went into hiding, trying to find his hiding place. Pretending to be rough and making a surprise attack just now was just to get you to spill the beans on your husband’s whereabouts.”
“I think it’s a complicated situation… What’s going on with the Yamato Chemical people knowing your whereabouts and not telling us?”
“What? About the top secret document… something like that doesn’t exist, they just wanted to kill my husband.”
“Kill your husband?” Hiraizumi and Soumura exchanged glances.
“Aren’t you the assassins they hired?”
“Joke! I’m Hiraizumi, who served in the Police Department’s Search Division 1 not long ago. This one’s name is Munemura, and his father was the general manager of Tokyo Heavy Industries. However, due to a dispute over a woman, the relationship with his father was severed.”
“You call the police department and it’s all clear.”
Endurance’s tension loosened.
“I beat up motorcycle riders so badly that one of them was paralyzed in his lower body as a result. The man’s name was Saita, and his father was the vice president of Yamato Chemical, so he protested so badly that I was fired and had no choice but to move into Munemura-kun’s 100 million yen worth of high-class apartments. However, he severed his relationship with his father and was left nameless, and the two of them had to live on instant noodles nearly starving to death. At that moment, Yamato Chemical invited us there, and at first, I thought they wanted to kill me, and if they did, I’d beat the hell out of that bastard Saita, but what we didn’t realize was that we were waiting for 5 million yen in cash, saying that it was for the cost of searching for your husband, and that if we found him, we’d be paid 20 million yen…”
“That was the situation. Of course, that offer was very tempting, and we knew it was complicated on the inside, but the money was too tempting.”
“Do you take your words seriously?” Shinobu sat down on the couch.
“I’m a man who does all the fighting and brawling, but never tells lies.”
“So it is.”
If the other party’s words were taken seriously, that would be a groundbreaking practice. However, these two didn’t seem to be sinister people.
“Please tell us the truth about what happened.” Soumura poured Shinobu a beer.
“Speak clearly, and we may become your friends, even though Yamato Chemical wants to use us as accomplices to murder.” Hiraizumi made up his mind: “Say it!”
Shinobu nodded, but where to start? She gazed at the glass filled with beer: “The husband’s talk about being killed started in May of this year.”
At the end of last year, Asahi Kuramochi returned from a visit to the Philippines and Indonesia as an interpreter for the general manager, accompanied by Vice President Itsuzo Saita, Managing Director Hiroyoshi Ishikawa, and Secretary Division Chief Sadao Maeno.
It is highly probable that Kuramochi Asahi’s murderous intent began when Managing Director Hiroyoshi Ishikawa was struck and killed by a car on the night of May 2, before the vehicle was found.
Shinobu had asked her husband why he felt that way, and Kuramochi Asahi had no answer.
At the end of June, Sadao Maeno, the head of the Secretarial Division, went fishing at the beach and fell to his death from a rocky outcrop.
Upon learning this news, Kuramochi Asahi’s face changed; he installed a double lock on his door, never went out at night, and in the middle of the night, if there was a phone call, he often jumped up suddenly, in a cold sweat, and looked at the phone with palpitations.
Shinobu asked if there was anything wrong. Can’t you report the deaths of the managing director and the secretary to the police? If someone is trying to kill you, can’t you tell the police the truth and ask for protection?
Kuramochi Asahi just shook his head, he had lost his appetite as well as his sex drive, his eyes staring blankly into the distance from time to time.
He then disappeared, leaving a message: ‘If this keeps up, I’ll be killed, so I’ll have to run away. I’m sorry, but I’m leaving Rie to you. I’m sorry, but I’m leaving Rie to you. Be strong and live on, and I’ll make up for my misfortune sooner or later. I’m always thinking of you and Rie.
Shinobu can’t help but cry after reading the text message. However, the tears are mercilessly denied as the company sends people from time to time to inquire about the whereabouts of Kuramochi Asahi, accusing Shinobu that Kuramochi Asahi has stolen the company’s top secret documents. Shinobu replies that if that’s the case, please report it to the police, but the company didn’t.
Shinobu might have been more or less tempted to collect and talk to the police, however, she didn’t have any proof that the death of the Managing Director or the death of the Head of the Secretarial Division was homicide, and it would have been nice if Kurashige Asahi had explained where the specter of death was looming, but the fact was that he’d disappeared without saying anything.
“Now that I think about it, Kuramochi Asahi didn’t tell the ins and outs of the Shadow of Death because he was thinking about my life. It’s probably because I didn’t say anything at work or at home that they didn’t do it. If they did it, it must have been because they got the message to call the police, so that there was a possibility of me being killed as well.”
“She’s telling the truth, Hiraizumi.”
“It must have been that asshole Saita’s idea to bring us to the brink of starvation and then make us accomplices to murder for money.”
“Hey, what to do?”
Hiraizumi stared into space: “Too careless, Soumura.”
“What?”
“Yamato Chemical found Mrs., but didn’t seem to find Kuramochi Asahi, so, sent us in. We learned the truth from Mrs. after all, so that we could possibly pull out Yamato Chemical’s teeth. I was fired because of that asshole Saita. I must pull out Yamato Chemical’s teeth and save Kuramochi Asahi. I think Madam might tell us something… that is to say, sending us here instead became a good thing.”
“The so-and-so.”
“That asshole tried to fool us!”
“But we have ways to deal with it.”
“What way?”
“Stop the search and take the 5 million dollars for yourself. Who told Yamato Chemical to make us accomplices to murder!”
“No,” Hiraizumi shook his head, “I won’t stop searching. He likes to find trouble to fight, I will let him fight enough. There is nothing unsatisfying about fighting against the world’s first Yamato-kazuka, I will find Kurashige, and when I do, I will show him how to fight. People who run away often don’t know what to do, for example, when they have a country as their opponent, they often don’t know how to fight. We have to break this weak habit of his… no, Mr. Kurazuki Asahi…”
“If that’s the case, I’ll do it.”
“If only husbands were as strong in character as you are.” Shinobu wiped away her tears.
Shinobu has been under surveillance.
She lives in an apartment, and the empty rooms in that apartment are apparently still occupied by people from Yamato Chemical.
One day she found that the letter she had sent had been skillfully opened, and not only that, but she endured unspeakable humiliation.
The nightclub where Shinobu worked had arranged for her to have a rendezvous with a client on a semi-compulsory basis, at the behest of her boss, and she knew that those in the hospitality business often had prostitution attached to them. Besides, it’s the only way for a woman to raise a toddler.
One day, Shinobu entered a love hotel with a middle-aged man, a persistent guest. Shinobu stripped off her clothes and pants, her bare skin like glossy alabaster, and lay on her back in the center of the bed. The guest calmly removed his clothes, revealing a muscular body, a smug smile swept across his face as he climbed on top of Shinobu’s luscious body, his thick lips kissing on her flower-like dimple, his two hands groping and squeezing her bulging breasts, tightly and loosely, and then taking Shinobu’s nipples in his mouth.
The customer caressed and rubbed Shinobu’s breasts, Shinobu’s breathing couldn’t help but increase sharply, her body temperature gradually rose, her skin became hot, her face gradually turned red, and her body involuntarily wriggled.
The guest knelt with his legs at Shinobu’s side, his face iron-clad and eyes bloodshot as he violently lifted Shinobu’s legs up onto his shoulders, his bull-like torso slamming into Shinobu ferociously, his mouth gasping for ragged breaths that smelled of alcohol.
She could not bear to let out a moan of pain. The desire to live, and the idea of waiting for the return of her lost husband, made her stand firm against the unspeakable humiliation.
There was no pleasure, only numbness, and the sexual arousal that was initially aroused was eventually lost to the pain.
The storm raged, calmed down, and he lowered his legs of patience.
Shinobu was relieved, not realizing that the torture had only begun.
Shinobu sat down on her knees, while the guest sat on the sofa, naked, and grabbed Shinobu’s hair with his hands: “Lick it!” He tilted her head up and put the thing he had just insulted her with right in her mouth: “Lick it!”
When Shinobu hesitated, the man’s hand roughly grabbed her jaw, causing her to open her mouth.
“Ugh!” The cum-covered rod entered Shinobu’s mouth, and she had no choice but to take the filthy thing in her mouth.
“Don’t touch it with your teeth, use your tongue!”
Shinobu had to do this as a last resort, and although the technique was not mature, the man’s already shriveled thing quickly regained its hardness in her soft mouth.
At that moment, he suddenly asked, “How’s it going? Any contact with Kuramochi Asahi?”
Shinobu tries to escape but he’s caught.
“Haha, fucking Kurumi Asahi’s proud and beautiful wife, that’s quite a taste!” The man laughed lewdly, “If you tell us where Kurumi Asahi is hiding, you won’t have to do this, the company will take care of it. What do you think?”
The man said as he wiggled his hips and roughly moved his rod around Shinobu’s mouth.
“Such a beautiful wife, Kuramochi Asahi must not be able to forget it! He never thought that he would be monopolized by his own colleague… I wonder what would happen if he found out?”
“You’ve gotten it right, it must have pleased Kuramochi Asahi before, now it’s going to be deeper in your mouth and licked.”
“Ugh!” Shinobu couldn’t really hold back the grunt.
“My stuff is bigger than Kuramochi’s, right? So you like this!”
“Say it! It’s like it, isn’t it?”
“Umm…” Shinobu shook her head weakly.
“Say! You like this stuff!” The man pulled hard on her hair while shaking her head.
“Ah… like it.” Shinobu nodded with tears in her eyes.
“Wanna fuck?”
“Yes.”
“To say it properly!”
“Spare me!”
In this moment, a slap on her face: “Say it, say it!”
Two slaps on the face in a row.
“I want to have intercourse…” Shinobu’s trembling body uttered the shameful words.
“Say it again!”
“I want to fuck.” Shinobu teardrops continued to pour out, staining her cheeks.
“Keep talking! Talk until I promise to stop.” With that command, the man turned Shinobu’s body around and held her white ass high in the doggy position.
“I want to have sex, I want to have sex…” Shinobu repeated with tears streaming down her face.
The man wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her ass and began to do a second abuse.
Tortured until the next morning, stepped out of the hotel and resisted crying out loud.
“Bastard, it’s called unbearable!” Soumura’s face changed.
“What’s that guy’s name, ma’am? He must be punished!”
“Calm down, Soumura.”
“Can you calm down about something like this! Unlike you, I find it difficult to tolerate such villains in the world that…”
“It should be punished, but the punishment is for Yamato Chemicals. Beating up the little people is useless, and will only lead to harsher retaliation against the wife.”
“However…” said Soumura, whose excitement had not yet subsided.
Shinobu’s chest and body had made an extreme impression on him when he broke into the room, and a mixture of jealousy and anger made Soumura blush in spite of himself.
Hiraizumi took out a million yen bill: “This is Yamato Chemical’s money, so please accept it as part of Mr. Kurashige Asahi’s severance pay!”
Hiraizumi prodded Soumura to his feet.
“Wait a moment!” Trust’s voice caused Hiraizumi and Soumura to stop in their tracks.
(to be continued)