Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 596 - 491: The Final Farewell with Family, Peace of Mind?

Chapter 596: Chapter 491: The Final Farewell with Family, Peace of Mind?

In the office, upon hearing that Fujii’s last phone call before being arrested was to Panasonic Toyoshige, Aoyama Xiu Xin was unsurprised, as he had anticipated this.

"By the way, Senior Police Director, a lawyer just went to see Fujii," Nakamura Shinichi added.

"It’s mostly likely Panasonic Toyoshige sending him a warning not to talk recklessly," said Aoyama Xiu Xin, noncommittally tapping his pen on the desk while slowly speaking, "You will represent us at the press conference later. You will be responsible for this case on the surface. Display the tenacity to dig to the bottom."

"Understood!" Nakamura Shinichi immediately responded, his mind racing with reasons why Aoyama Xiu Xin would decide such.

Instinct told him this was not something good, but he had no room to refuse, nor did he dislike the idea.

Because he believed that occasionally taking a loss for his superior was more beneficial to gain his superior’s attention, and Aoyama Xiu Xin would surely compensate him from another aspect in the future.

Everything stemmed from his trust in Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand, dismissing him.

Half an hour later, Fujimoto Takayoshi reported the latest developments in the human organ trafficking case at the press conference.

"Following a thorough investigation, the police finally identified Fujing Food Corporation as suspected of involvement in human organ trafficking. After a meticulous plan, the company’s president, Fujii, among several other suspects, were apprehended."

"At the office building, several innocent persons detained illegally for organ harvesting, and more than a dozen well-preserved human organs were found... The Criminal Department will take full charge of this case, seeking out all relevant persons for strict legal prosecution!"

Hearing Fujimoto Takayoshi’s words and seeing the large amount of seized items displayed at the scene, the journalists at the press conference were all abuzz with righteous indignation.

How could someone treat their own kind like animals, capturing and harvesting their organs for profit? Utterly monstrous.

"Idiot! This is simply terrifying! Below a food factory in a bustling city lies a real-life hell!"

"Please make sure to thoroughly investigate and severely punish all the criminals involved in this matter!"

"How are they handling the bodies? Surely they aren’t turning them into snacks for sale? Ew~ Disgusting!"

As the nominal person in charge of the case, Nakamura Shinichi solemnly declared that he was actively working on breaking the arrested suspects’ psychological defenses to obtain more information and believed the case would soon be completely clear.

"May I ask, Director Fujimoto, why is this significant case not being handled by Chief of Police Aoyama?" After Nakamura Shinichi finished speaking, a journalist stood up questioning with a perplexed expression.

Other journalists in attendance were also curious about this question, silently looking at Fujimoto Takayoshi.

"That’s a good question." Fujimoto Takayoshi first praised the level of questioning from the journalist, and then slowly said, "Actually, Chief of Police Aoyama had volunteered to take on this responsibility, but considering his numerous major case breakouts since coming to Hokkaido, he is quite exhausted. I couldn’t bear to put more pressure on our hero."

"Chief of Police Aoyama is outstanding! But our other police officers are also excellent, and we can’t always rely on him alone. Thus, we must consider giving others a chance to practice justice."

Amidst applause, the press conference ended.

Afterward, Nakamura Shinichi was prepared to continue interrogating Fujii, but a police officer stopped him, bringing along Panasonic Toyoshige’s lawyer, "Detective, he wants to meet you."

"I listened to your speech at the press conference just now, concise and powerful," the middle-aged lawyer gently smiled, handing over his business card.

Nakamura Shinichi took it, glanced at it, and casually pocketed it. "So you are Lawyer Murakami. You’ve already met your client and still didn’t leave, and now you specially came to see me. May I know if there’s anything you need?"

"Not at all, not at all, I’m just a mouthpiece with no clue about solving cases, there’s nothing I can advise you on," Murakami laughed and waved his hands, then explained his purpose, "My client has requested to see his family, I hope it could be facilitated."

"Not possible." Nakamura Shinichi bluntly denied with two words and without turning his head, he left.

As he passed a trash bin, he casually took out the business card he had just received, tore it up, and threw it away.

In his view, a lawyer for scum was also scum, and trash belonged in the trash can.

During a suspect’s detention, they could meet with a lawyer, but if the police disagreed, they could not meet with family until the case was transferred to court and judicial proceedings began.

Murakami watched this scene with a smile, his face showing no annoyance, and shouted after Nakamura Shinichi’s departing figure, "Detective Nakamura, regarding the injury on my client’s mouth, I’m prepared to take legal action."

Nakamura Shinichi stopped in his steps, turned around, and confronted Murakami, his gaze unfriendly and intense.

"You look at me like that, I could sue you for sexual harassment," Murakami joked fearlessly.

Nakamura Shinichi cursed under his breath and reluctantly said, "He only has ten minutes."

The injury on Fujii’s mouth wasn’t caused during his resistance to arrest, which meant the police were at fault. A professional lawyer could certainly make an issue of this, and although it couldn’t change Fujii’s fate, it could trouble the police.

Nakamura Shinichi was urgently trying to find evidence that Panasonic Toyoshige was the mastermind behind the human organ trafficking and didn’t want to be distracted with other issues at the moment.

"Thanks for the accommodation," Murakami bowed.

Nakamura Shinichi snorted coldly and instructed the officer who had brought Murakami to him, "When Fujii meets his family, you stay close and monitor the entire time."

Friends who had often been in jail all knew that generally, when suspects met their family members, police allowed them some private time. But since it was a special favor this time, normal rules didn’t apply.

"Yes, sir!" the young policeman bowed and replied.

Murakami had no objection to this arrangement since Fujii’s only request was to see his family one last time, and fulfilling this was keeping his promise.

After receiving Nakamura Shinichi’s approval, Murakami immediately went to the Fujii household, bringing his terrified wife and their two children to the police headquarters to meet him.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

As soon as they entered the visiting room, the two children, both under ten years old, cried and rushed to hug Fujii tightly, one on each side. Still young, they didn’t understand what was happening, only vaguely aware they might not see their father again, hence were very upset.

Mrs. Fujii stood aside, covering her mouth as she cried silently, tears continuously sliding down her face.

Mrs. Fujii was also in tears, temporarily uncuffed and held his two children, one on each side, constantly rubbing their heads and faces with his hands, his voice hoarse with comfort, "Don’t cry, everyone, stop crying."

At that moment, he was incredibly reluctant to leave this world.

"Speak quickly if you have anything to say, you only have ten minutes," the supervising officer said coldly.

Mrs. Fujii took a deep breath, turned to the police officer behind him, and asked, "Could we have some privacy?"

"Do you think you’re in a hotel?" the junior officer scoffed, glanced at his watch, "Nine minutes."

Mrs. Fujii could only look towards Muraoka standing by the door.

Muraoka sighed helplessly, walked up to the junior officer, and said with a smile, "How about we step outside for a chat?"

The junior officer looked at him suspiciously.

With his back to the monitor, Muraoka rubbed his fingers together.

"Make it quick, I’ll go to the bathroom and come right back," the junior officer said nonchalantly as he walked out.

Meanwhile, Shinichi also followed him out, and at the restroom, he took a stack of US dollars, roughly three to five thousand, out of his briefcase and handed it to the junior officer, "Thank you."

"I’ve got to get back in no more than three minutes," the junior officer said as he skillfully pocketed the money.

The police in Hokkaido were already scarcely clean, and officers at the lower levels without the many opportunities to make money like their superiors didn’t consider as much, never missing any chance to make a buck.

Muraoka smiled and nodded in understanding. He quite liked the way Hokkaido police operated; just use money, and it significantly reduced the difficulty of his work.

Inside the visitation room, once everyone had left, Mrs. Fujii released the two children, looked at his wife, and said, "Come here, let’s talk for a moment."

"Hi!" His wife sobbed, nodding her head as she walked over and sat on his lap, embracing him and crying. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Mrs. Fujii repeatedly stroked her soft hair and whispered something into her ear.

Mrs. Fujii suddenly looked up at him.

Mrs. Fujii smiled, kissed her on the face.

"Take care of yourself and the children after I die."

The ten minutes passed quickly, and Mrs. Fujii and the two wailing children were taken away by the police.

"Daddy! Daddy wuuuu..."

"Be good, listen to mom!" Mrs. Fujii shouted until he could no longer hear the children’s cries. Then he took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face, turned to Lawyer Muraoka, and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"

Muraoka handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.

Mrs. Fujii started to smoke it greedily.

"I’ve done what I promised. Don’t forget your own promise. I’m waiting for your news and hope it won’t go beyond tonight," Lawyer Muraoka lightly reminded him as he picked up his bag and turned to leave.

Mrs. Fujii watched his retreating figure with a face full of desolation.

............

After leaving the police headquarters, Lawyer Muraoka went straight to Hokkaido University Hospital to meet Panasonic Toyoshige.

"Mr. Panasonic, you’ve been targeted," Muraoka stated bluntly as he entered the office.

Panasonic Toyoshige’s expression remained unchanged as he looked down at the documents in his hand, "As expected. It would be surprising if the cops weren’t keeping an eye on me."

Muraoka was his lawyer as well as his most trusted advisor. Whether it was receiving kickbacks from pharmaceutical sales earlier or the subsequent trafficking of human organs, Muraoka knew about it and held a certain stake.

They had known each other for over ten years.

"But at this stage, they only dare to monitor to prevent my escape, they can’t do much to me," Panasonic Toyoshige said, setting down the documents and looking up.

Muraoka sighed, "If you wanted to run now, they couldn’t stop you. Are you sure you won’t leave?"

He felt leaving now was the best option.

"Just before you arrived, I’ve already received no less than ten calls, all advising me to flee, even offering to help me buy cars and houses abroad. I’ve refused them all without exception and reassured that this fire won’t burn them," Panasonic Toyoshige stood up and walked to the window, his voice resolute: "How many years have I struggled to get here? Leave? And have nothing!"

He wouldn’t leave, not just because he couldn’t stand to leave his achievements and glamorous social status here but also for his young son.

To protect this son, he had personally reported his older son, whom he had raised for twenty years!

He planned to marry that woman into his family once the time was right, wanting his son to see his father as a reputable figure, not a criminal fugitive abroad.

So he couldn’t leave.

And he couldn’t let the police convict him.

As long as he didn’t fall, his son might inherit his mantle and become a distinguished doctor, or perhaps a lawyer, a politician — the possibilities were endless, and he couldn’t ruin his son’s future.

"Up to you," Muraoka knowing he couldn’t persuade him further, changed the topic to Mrs. Fujii, "I arranged for him to see his family one last time, and he’s agreed to commit suicide by tonight."

"Mr. Panasonic, take good care of his whole family," Panasonic Toyoshige sighed with relief, turning to mutter to himself: "With Mr. Fujii’s death, not only can I sleep peacefully, but so can many others."

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