Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 668 - 666: The Will Passed Down Like Kindling

In the Bunkyo District, the second basement level of the University of Tokyo Hospital is the morgue.

The cold white light shines in the morgue, and the cabinets and floor emit a faint silver sheen. The chilling atmosphere spreads without the need for any horror movie music.

If it weren't for the fact that his pension wasn't enough to live on, the old man wouldn't have taken up the job as a morgue security guard at an age when he could join the ranks of the cold cabinets at any moment.

But all the previous complaints vanished today.

He even felt fortunate to have this job; otherwise, he wouldn't have encountered such a stunning creature.

The enchanting scent of her perfume diffuses from her voluptuous body into the air as a tall foreign beauty walks past him.

Golden waves cascade over her shoulders.

Underneath, she wears a white blouse, topped with a black leather jacket, paired with a figure-hugging leather skirt and deep purple stockings that tightly wrap around her legs.

As she walks, she has the demeanor of a runway model.

Her slender waist sways in a way that makes the old man's eyes almost pop out, even his long-absent desiccated body feels like it's rekindling, shouting that old soldiers never die!

In all his years, he'd never seen such a fierce woman in person.

The blonde woman stops in front of a counter with a series of English names, a trace of sadness flitting through her silvery gray eyes.

The old man steps forward, opens the cabinet for her, and says, "It's right here."

Riki reaches out and lifts the white cloth.

The old man can't bear to watch this scene. In his two years as a morgue security guard, he has never seen such an eerie deceased.

Blood streams from the seven orifices, yet a smile graces his face, as if death brought no pain.

Riki stares at Frans' expression, asking, "Does poison really bring no pain?"

The old man looks at another foreigner, dressed in a suit, with a square face, "Very painful. We also don't know why he's smiling."

"Is that so."

Riki murmurs to herself, the corners of her red lips curling up, tugging at the teardrop mole.

Her expression is soft, showing no fear of the bleeding features, and she bends down to kiss Frans' cold forehead.

"Professor, long time no see. It seems you've found the answer you were looking for. Congratulations to you."

Riki is different from others. She understands well what kind of person her mentor Frans was.

An absolute genius with a strong will, yet a low tolerance for pain.

Such a person smiling before death must have left some kind of message.

What could be so important?

Riki could only think it relates to Dio's identity.

But she wasn't completely sure, because after Frans arrived in Japan, he hadn't contacted her.

"Where's the professor's computer?"

Riki turns her head and asks in English.

The agent shakes his head and replies in English, "It contains confidential information. We can't give it to you."

"Don't be so rigid. Rules are made by people. I just want to hold onto a piece of the professor's memory, I'm begging you~"

As Riki speaks, she lifts the agent's chin with her index finger. She's confident in her allure; very few men can resist her charm.

Her face, figure, and personality are exactly what men find most appealing.

She's a believer in no-marriage and rejects relationships, preferring to indulge in the pure pleasures of the flesh.

Riki likes strong men, smart men, skillful women, and smooth-tongued women.

While studying at Harvard, she was renowned on campus as a carnivore.

Of course, she likes to play, but she doesn't like to get sick, so she holds strict standards for hygiene.

"Sorry, I can't accommodate you."

The agent shakes his head.

As an excellent agent, he would never easily fall for a honey trap.

This level of teasing can't possibly make him break the rules.

Riki doesn't waste words, directly going forward, demonstrating her skills.

Moments later, they part.

The agent, utterly defeated, feels his legs go weak, saying in a trembling voice, "I have no say in this matter."

This woman is too formidable.

Riki laughs lightly, "Then could you introduce me to someone who does have say in this matter?

Rest assured, I won't let a strong guy like you go unrewarded."

She ignores the old man beside her, playing with the agent's tool of the trade like a piece of porcelain,

that enchanting gaze laced with seduction, the teardrop mole makes her look even more mesmerizing.

Riki decides to seduce those men inclined to follow the rules, to get the professor's computer, and only then would she know what the professor was investigating during his time in Japan.

...

September 16, Saturday.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, on the top floor of the Intelligence Section Headquarters building.

Morimoto Chiyoda leans back in her office chair, speaking to the other end of the phone, "Is that the end of it?"

"Yes, the higher-ups believe prolonging this any further might endanger Mary's life, and a living monster is more valuable than a dead one.

Russia is also applying pressure on our superiors, and after consultations, they've agreed to lift the chase on Bruno, allowing him to place Mary in the Takamagahara plan."

"It felt like we were just about to catch him."

Morimoto Chiyoda feels quite frustrated. After laying out plans for so long, just when it seemed like it was time to close the net, the higher-ups decided to call for a truce.

On the other end of the phone, Jack felt a bit helpless too, "Morimoto, don't engage in actions that aren't conducive to unity, catch them next time."

"Do you think it's like buying a Coke at the supermarket?"

Morimoto Chiyoda replied irritably.

Jack chuckled and didn't continue with the topic, instead, he said, "I received news that the extremist faction wants to stir up trouble in Japan, and they've hired an arms dealer codenamed Clown to transport a batch of arms over.

The higher-ups want us to pay attention."

"Really, I'll have my people keep an eye on it."

Morimoto Chiyoda rubbed her forehead and said, "I'll hang up if there's nothing else, I need to meet a guest shortly."

"Then I won't hold you up."

Morimoto Chiyoda hung up the phone and then pressed speed dial, "You can let the guest in."

"Okay."

The door made a clicking sound, and the blonde woman walked in with a powerful stride, exuding fiery passion.

Her body line also carried a kind of sizzling allure, the type that if her photo were on a magazine cover, many men would treasure it as a spell casting material.

What she exuded was not mere sensuality, but the sly charm of a vixen.

Just one look and you could tell she wasn't a "good" woman.

"Miss Riki, I've heard you want the professor's computer back?"

"That's right, I suspect it contains important research of the professor's."

Riki wasn't just about looks, she knew how to charm both men and women, and she was genuinely a high achiever, the youngest female professor at Harvard.

She could tell that this was someone she couldn't charm her way with, she had to show real talent, "Director Morimoto, I think you should understand.

For someone to smile through pain is not an easy feat.

Unless they believed there was something important they had to communicate."

"Hmm."

Morimoto Chiyoda responded casually, arms crossed, "And then?"

Riki's face turned serious, "I know the professor.

If it was the killer, they wouldn't let him choose to endure pain and leave such an expression, he must have suspected important information about Dio's identity before he died.

The professor once said that if we find Dio, we can understand the people around him, and elevate his close ones to the highest power in the world.

Don't you think this would be beneficial to the United States?

And beneficial to the world too, for it represents harmony and stability."

Morimoto Chiyoda sighed and shook her head, "I've been to the Different World twice, and there, I have insights deeper than you all.

If you just want to talk theory, then you can leave."

"Director Morimoto, let's not beat around the bush, you agreed to meet me because you see value in my talent, so why not make a deal?

If you give me the professor's computer, I'm willing to work for you."

Riki pulled out a chair and sat down, her expression no longer lazy, but very serious.

Truth be told, she wasn't overly interested in Dio, her life credo was to indulge in the ocean of joy between knowledge and people.

But this was the message the professor left her before he died.

She was the only one in the world who could understand it.

To Riki, Frans was not only her mentor but also a friend and a father-like figure.

He was the only man in her long life who refused to have a relationship with her, ignoring her appearance and appreciating her inner talent.

Riki wanted to prove to the world that they were all fools, and the professor's hypothesis was the most correct.

Morimoto Chiyoda fell into deep thought, she did need a competent assistant.

With an increasing number of matters, she naturally needed capable people to take on those tasks.

Riki's ability to get advice from a high-level assistant whom she'd never met proved her skills; it wasn't just a matter of sleeping around.

Technique and understanding men's psychology were both indispensable.

But Morimoto Chiyoda had to be honest, spreading her hands, "I'm really sorry, the professor's computer was physically destroyed, not even a speck of dust remains."

"Huh?!"

Riki's smile faltered, and she exclaimed, "Isn't it in your bureaucratic nature to file away a computer and never bring it out again?"

"Ha, I'm not an ordinary bureaucrat."

Morimoto Chiyoda chuckled lightly, for matters involving secrecy, destruction is naturally the best option, leaving no records.

After all, neither she nor the higher-ups believed in Frans' judgment, so destroying it was no loss.

"However, I can tell you where Frans was investigating before he died, provided you work for me and achieve impressive results to please me."

"If you give me a chance, I can please you right away~"

Riki licked her lips, a carnivorous expression across her face.

She was also a smooth talker.

Sinking back, Morimoto Chiyoda said, "It's really a pity, but I'm not interested in you, there's a case involving arms, let's see how you handle it."

Riki, looking for a shortcut, pleaded, "How about introducing me to someone higher up, I assure you the director will be thrilled."

"No."

Morimoto Chiyoda flatly refused, "Either accept the terms or leave.

Which one will you choose?"

"Fine, I'll take it on."

Riki sighed, no shortcut this time, she'd have to tackle the task head-on.