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Chapter 100 Shinjuku
Chapter 100 Shinjuku
The wine glass slammed heavily on the glass table in the corner booth area. The harsh sound scared the surrounding people to shrug their shoulders involuntarily. In surprise, they looked towards the source of the sound. In the clear booth, a man was sitting. When the face was stunned, everyone looked away from their eyes and continued to do their own thing as if they had seen a ghost.
The neon lights in the nightclub were flashing, and the dance floor played the song of the Japanese 80s heavy metal band Loudness. Okubo Ryoichi put his hands on his thighs to beat the rhythm, shaking involuntarily with the music.
On the opposite side of him, the owner of the nightclub, the owner and his wife were shaking, not because of the loud music, but at the young man in a white suit and amber glasses in front of him.
"I remembered a joke." Okubo Ryo picked up the wine glass that had cracked the glass table top, and poured a sip of spirits into his mouth: "You all know that people in our business place great importance on territory?"
The nightclub owner and his wife didn't dare to speak, they just nodded like chaff.
Ryoi Okubo suddenly slammed the wine glass on the table, causing a bigger crack: "If I ask you, you have to answer me! You bastard!"
"Hi! Hi! I know, we all know, I'm really sorry." The hearts of the couple shrank, and if they hadn't sat on the sofa, they would have wanted to apologize immediately.
"Don't you know? Next time you know, give me a clear answer, idiots, otherwise the jokes will be meaningless!" Ryo Okubo looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
"Hi! Hi! Say it, please say it." The owner of the nightclub was an elderly guy, but he was sweating in the face of a man of this age who could be his own son. He didn't even dare to pull out his neckline without the other's permission handkerchief to wipe sweat.
"I'm suddenly not interested in talking about it." Ryoichi Okubo said lightly: "Some seniors told me that telling a joke or two to relax the atmosphere before getting down to business will help the next work go smoothly, but I always feel that doing our job Getting down to business means keeping a knife or a loaded gun in the belt, but a lot of times jokes don’t save me a trip to the dry cleaners or a bullet.”
The owner of the nightclub noticed the reason why Ryoichi Okubo was sitting with a lump on his waist. He had been on the streets of Shinjuku for many years, of course he knew what was underneath, and he naturally understood that today's events would probably not be good.
Ryoichi Okubo took a pack of soft seven stars out of his arms, shook one from the inside and put it in his mouth. The nightclub owner's hands and feet were trembling with a reluctant smile on her face, holding a lighter to light him a cigarette.
"There used to be a guy in our group who didn't wink." Okubo Ryoichi said: "He hid the hostile group at home. After being discovered, he chose to cut his finger to apologize. The group leader asked for his middle finger, he cut off the middle finger, Wrap it in a tissue and give it to the team leader, and the team leader asked him to cut it again, because the team leader wanted his right middle finger, and he cut it into his left hand."
The couple in the booth did not dare to come out, because there was a sharp dagger with a cut edge on the wine bottle on the table.
"So the unfortunate one cut off the middle finger of his right hand again and sent it to the team leader, but the team leader was still angry and a bullet sent him away." Ryo Okubo shrugged: "We asked the team leader why, then Didn't the guy cut both fingers? The team leader said that the middle finger I wanted at first was his right middle finger! It was never a finger!"
In the booth, the boss and the proprietress had pale faces, but they had to work hard to move their muscles and let out a stiff cry like laughter.
Taking a deep breath through his lungs, holding his breath, and exhaling the smoke again, Ryoichi Okubo said, "The joke is over, I came to visit you today and I know exactly what it is for. People in our industry are very reasonable. Unscrupulous, I see your age, cutting your ears and cutting your fingers probably won't make it to the second round, but it doesn't matter, I heard that you have a daughter who is 17 years old and is in high school."
"Please don't shoot at Ryoko!" The boss suddenly knelt from the sofa to the ground, the horrific joke didn't break him down, and the moment the word daughter came out, as a father, he was finally removed from his useless defense.
"It depends on your attitude. I'm only three or four years apart from your daughter. Maybe you still have a chance to let me respectfully call you dad." Again, give me the name I want"
"I don't know."
As soon as Ryo Okubo dropped the cigarette butt, he picked up the ashtray and slammed it on the glass table. The ashtray was torn apart, and a loud noise swept across the dance floor. Many guests were frightened, and they realized the deteriorating situation in the booth. Seriousness, quietly and silently under the cover of music, rushed to the door.
"Don't expect someone to call the Metropolitan Police Department. I didn't get the name today. I burned your store down, and no one will come to ask." Ryoichi Okubo lowered his head and carefully cleaned the glass slag left in the ashtray in his hand. .
"I told you not to provoke those people. You said it, but you said it! It's just a woman. Isn't she more important than a good son?" The proprietress seemed to be a little emotionally broken, and sat on the sofa and patted it twice to cover it. Face.
“三个月，新宿新增16起失踪案。”大久保良一给自己的酒杯里倒酒：“4起正常凶杀案，2起不明真相，5起我们自己做的, 还剩下5起是特殊性质都恶性案件.而这5条不知去向的人命就是我负责追查的正事。”
"We noticed that 3 of these cases happened in your shop, so we thought you should know something, your wife just slipped up, it looks like the perpetrator is a woman, I want her name." Ryoichi Okubo took a sip of wine.
"Shouldn't the Metropolitan Police Department do this kind of thing? Why do people like you do?" The boss muttered to himself as he lay on the ground with his head bowed.
"We'll take care of what the Metropolitan Police Department can manage, and we'll take care of what the Metropolitan Police Department can't." Ryoichi Okubo said lightly: "Since I walked into your nightclub, shouldn't you know who I am?"
"Benbenjia." The boss caught a glimpse of Okubo Ryoichi's colorful tattoos under the cuffs of his white suit and finally gave up his last fluke: "I was only forced, she noticed that I noticed her, so she threatened me not to take her Talk about it, or she will."
"She will take revenge on you and kill your whole family, including your daughter, Ryoko, who is in high school?" Ryo Okubo nodded: "It seems that you have had direct contact with the person I am looking for. Describe her appearance to me."
"Melon-seed face, shoulder-length black hair, and a teary mole under the eyes" the boss finally resigned, and began to tell timidly.
Ryoichi Okubo wrote down what he said one by one. At the end, the boss paused: "Name. She said her name is Mieko. If I tell her name, she will take revenge on me and kill my whole family."
"The pseudonym of the rotten street." Ryo Okubo shook his head: "The Mieko you mentioned is now suspected to be related to five lives, and the victims are all men who lived alone in nightclubs. She took three men from your nightclub, then The mutilated bodies of the three men were all found in the mixer at the construction site, she is in danger, if you see him in the nightclub again, don't call the police, call us and we will deal with it."
After that, Ryoichi Okubo took out a business card and put it on the table. After getting the information he wanted, he changed his violent and unreasonable tone, and his tone instantly calmed down: "I'm sorry for causing you financial loss, The topic of your daughter is only a necessary means of extracting a confession, if you want to make a complaint, please call our complaint hotline."
The boss knelt down tremblingly and didn't dare to get up. He only waited for Ryo Okubo to walk towards the door of the nightclub and leave, and then he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. Only the music in the booth could be heard under the heavy metal music. The sound of the wife yelling and shattering glass.
*
Ryoichi Okubo walked out of the nightclub at eight o'clock in the evening. The winter night came quickly, and the streets of Shinjuku, where the lights and feasts were full, were already a little drunk. The streets were full of office workers carrying briefcases to have fun after get off work. The light from far to near is haloed by elliptical white light blurred.
He lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, snorted the smoke and waited with his eyes down. The girls from Shibuya passing by the street winked at him. He didn't say a word until the cigarette in his hand was exhausted before throwing away the cigarette butt. He took out his mobile phone from his suit and made a call,
A few seconds later, on the street on the phone, an old man's voice sounded: "This is Yoshitaka Hasegawa."
"Team leader, it's me, Ryoichi." Okubo Ryoichi said: "I found a clue, the owner of the nightclub really had contact with the target person, I got the target person's pseudonym, appearance and gender information I want to follow Follow this line and use Kaguya to mobilize Shinjuku's surveillance to find the target, and then you can."
"About this matter." The old man suddenly interrupted Ryoichi Okubo: "There are new arrangements above, you don't need to continue to investigate."
Ryo Okubo was stunned for a moment. The other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for him to digest the information and didn't say anything. After a long time, he took a deep breath and leaned against the wall to watch people coming and going on the street: "It's the execution. Did the Bureau take over the case? I can understand, and I will hand over all the information I now know to their people."
"Don't get emotional, Ryoichi, I know you are eager to prove yourself to the family, but sometimes there are special circumstances." The old man said lightly.
"." Okubo Ryo said nothing.
"What's more, the reason your mission was interrupted was because there was a new mission to give you a mission that was more important than what you were investigating now," the old man said.
"A task more important than tracking down the 'B+' dangerous mixed race?" Ryo Okubo, who was smoking, was stunned.
"Directly issued by the owner of Inuyama."
As soon as Ryo Okubo put down the cigarette in his hand, his face suddenly turned serious. This is a tribute to the old man sitting in the position of 'Inuyama Patriarch'. Anyone who is in the circle of Shinjuku hears this name. It is time to show this kind of respect. In this happy land and feasting, the old man undoubtedly holds absolute authority and is under one person.
"What is the specific mission?" Ryoichi Okubo took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally. The mission was even more terrifying than the pursuit of dangerous mixed races, searching for the dirty bomb brought in by his nemesis in Shinjuku?Sneak into the 'Evil Ghosts' alone and become an inner responder?Whatever it was, he was ready to die for the sake of justice.
"I remember Ryoichi, you turned 21 this year, right?" the old man asked suddenly.
"Accurately speaking, I'm already 21, and there is an age requirement for the task of celebrating my birthday in January?" Ryo Okubo raised his eyebrows.
"I heard you have a younger brother at home?" the old man asked again.
"Does this mission have anything to do with my brother?" Okubo Ryo sank in one heart.
"It doesn't matter, just ask to see if you have any experience with raising children." The old man smiled: "After all, you are the only one among us who are the most suitable."
"Bring a child?"
On the streets of Shinjuku, Ryoichi Okubo's expression instantly became strange.
(End of this chapter)
The wine glass slammed heavily on the glass table in the corner booth area. The harsh sound scared the surrounding people to shrug their shoulders involuntarily. In surprise, they looked towards the source of the sound. In the clear booth, a man was sitting. When the face was stunned, everyone looked away from their eyes and continued to do their own thing as if they had seen a ghost.
The neon lights in the nightclub were flashing, and the dance floor played the song of the Japanese 80s heavy metal band Loudness. Okubo Ryoichi put his hands on his thighs to beat the rhythm, shaking involuntarily with the music.
On the opposite side of him, the owner of the nightclub, the owner and his wife were shaking, not because of the loud music, but at the young man in a white suit and amber glasses in front of him.
"I remembered a joke." Okubo Ryo picked up the wine glass that had cracked the glass table top, and poured a sip of spirits into his mouth: "You all know that people in our business place great importance on territory?"
The nightclub owner and his wife didn't dare to speak, they just nodded like chaff.
Ryoi Okubo suddenly slammed the wine glass on the table, causing a bigger crack: "If I ask you, you have to answer me! You bastard!"
"Hi! Hi! I know, we all know, I'm really sorry." The hearts of the couple shrank, and if they hadn't sat on the sofa, they would have wanted to apologize immediately.
"Don't you know? Next time you know, give me a clear answer, idiots, otherwise the jokes will be meaningless!" Ryo Okubo looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
"Hi! Hi! Say it, please say it." The owner of the nightclub was an elderly guy, but he was sweating in the face of a man of this age who could be his own son. He didn't even dare to pull out his neckline without the other's permission handkerchief to wipe sweat.
"I'm suddenly not interested in talking about it." Ryoichi Okubo said lightly: "Some seniors told me that telling a joke or two to relax the atmosphere before getting down to business will help the next work go smoothly, but I always feel that doing our job Getting down to business means keeping a knife or a loaded gun in the belt, but a lot of times jokes don’t save me a trip to the dry cleaners or a bullet.”
The owner of the nightclub noticed the reason why Ryoichi Okubo was sitting with a lump on his waist. He had been on the streets of Shinjuku for many years, of course he knew what was underneath, and he naturally understood that today's events would probably not be good.
Ryoichi Okubo took a pack of soft seven stars out of his arms, shook one from the inside and put it in his mouth. The nightclub owner's hands and feet were trembling with a reluctant smile on her face, holding a lighter to light him a cigarette.
"There used to be a guy in our group who didn't wink." Okubo Ryoichi said: "He hid the hostile group at home. After being discovered, he chose to cut his finger to apologize. The group leader asked for his middle finger, he cut off the middle finger, Wrap it in a tissue and give it to the team leader, and the team leader asked him to cut it again, because the team leader wanted his right middle finger, and he cut it into his left hand."
The couple in the booth did not dare to come out, because there was a sharp dagger with a cut edge on the wine bottle on the table.
"So the unfortunate one cut off the middle finger of his right hand again and sent it to the team leader, but the team leader was still angry and a bullet sent him away." Ryo Okubo shrugged: "We asked the team leader why, then Didn't the guy cut both fingers? The team leader said that the middle finger I wanted at first was his right middle finger! It was never a finger!"
In the booth, the boss and the proprietress had pale faces, but they had to work hard to move their muscles and let out a stiff cry like laughter.
Taking a deep breath through his lungs, holding his breath, and exhaling the smoke again, Ryoichi Okubo said, "The joke is over, I came to visit you today and I know exactly what it is for. People in our industry are very reasonable. Unscrupulous, I see your age, cutting your ears and cutting your fingers probably won't make it to the second round, but it doesn't matter, I heard that you have a daughter who is 17 years old and is in high school."
"Please don't shoot at Ryoko!" The boss suddenly knelt from the sofa to the ground, the horrific joke didn't break him down, and the moment the word daughter came out, as a father, he was finally removed from his useless defense.
"It depends on your attitude. I'm only three or four years apart from your daughter. Maybe you still have a chance to let me respectfully call you dad." Again, give me the name I want"
"I don't know."
As soon as Ryo Okubo dropped the cigarette butt, he picked up the ashtray and slammed it on the glass table. The ashtray was torn apart, and a loud noise swept across the dance floor. Many guests were frightened, and they realized the deteriorating situation in the booth. Seriousness, quietly and silently under the cover of music, rushed to the door.
"Don't expect someone to call the Metropolitan Police Department. I didn't get the name today. I burned your store down, and no one will come to ask." Ryoichi Okubo lowered his head and carefully cleaned the glass slag left in the ashtray in his hand. .
"I told you not to provoke those people. You said it, but you said it! It's just a woman. Isn't she more important than a good son?" The proprietress seemed to be a little emotionally broken, and sat on the sofa and patted it twice to cover it. Face.
“三个月，新宿新增16起失踪案。”大久保良一给自己的酒杯里倒酒：“4起正常凶杀案，2起不明真相，5起我们自己做的, 还剩下5起是特殊性质都恶性案件.而这5条不知去向的人命就是我负责追查的正事。”
"We noticed that 3 of these cases happened in your shop, so we thought you should know something, your wife just slipped up, it looks like the perpetrator is a woman, I want her name." Ryoichi Okubo took a sip of wine.
"Shouldn't the Metropolitan Police Department do this kind of thing? Why do people like you do?" The boss muttered to himself as he lay on the ground with his head bowed.
"We'll take care of what the Metropolitan Police Department can manage, and we'll take care of what the Metropolitan Police Department can't." Ryoichi Okubo said lightly: "Since I walked into your nightclub, shouldn't you know who I am?"
"Benbenjia." The boss caught a glimpse of Okubo Ryoichi's colorful tattoos under the cuffs of his white suit and finally gave up his last fluke: "I was only forced, she noticed that I noticed her, so she threatened me not to take her Talk about it, or she will."
"She will take revenge on you and kill your whole family, including your daughter, Ryoko, who is in high school?" Ryo Okubo nodded: "It seems that you have had direct contact with the person I am looking for. Describe her appearance to me."
"Melon-seed face, shoulder-length black hair, and a teary mole under the eyes" the boss finally resigned, and began to tell timidly.
Ryoichi Okubo wrote down what he said one by one. At the end, the boss paused: "Name. She said her name is Mieko. If I tell her name, she will take revenge on me and kill my whole family."
"The pseudonym of the rotten street." Ryo Okubo shook his head: "The Mieko you mentioned is now suspected to be related to five lives, and the victims are all men who lived alone in nightclubs. She took three men from your nightclub, then The mutilated bodies of the three men were all found in the mixer at the construction site, she is in danger, if you see him in the nightclub again, don't call the police, call us and we will deal with it."
After that, Ryoichi Okubo took out a business card and put it on the table. After getting the information he wanted, he changed his violent and unreasonable tone, and his tone instantly calmed down: "I'm sorry for causing you financial loss, The topic of your daughter is only a necessary means of extracting a confession, if you want to make a complaint, please call our complaint hotline."
The boss knelt down tremblingly and didn't dare to get up. He only waited for Ryo Okubo to walk towards the door of the nightclub and leave, and then he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. Only the music in the booth could be heard under the heavy metal music. The sound of the wife yelling and shattering glass.
*
Ryoichi Okubo walked out of the nightclub at eight o'clock in the evening. The winter night came quickly, and the streets of Shinjuku, where the lights and feasts were full, were already a little drunk. The streets were full of office workers carrying briefcases to have fun after get off work. The light from far to near is haloed by elliptical white light blurred.
He lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, snorted the smoke and waited with his eyes down. The girls from Shibuya passing by the street winked at him. He didn't say a word until the cigarette in his hand was exhausted before throwing away the cigarette butt. He took out his mobile phone from his suit and made a call,
A few seconds later, on the street on the phone, an old man's voice sounded: "This is Yoshitaka Hasegawa."
"Team leader, it's me, Ryoichi." Okubo Ryoichi said: "I found a clue, the owner of the nightclub really had contact with the target person, I got the target person's pseudonym, appearance and gender information I want to follow Follow this line and use Kaguya to mobilize Shinjuku's surveillance to find the target, and then you can."
"About this matter." The old man suddenly interrupted Ryoichi Okubo: "There are new arrangements above, you don't need to continue to investigate."
Ryo Okubo was stunned for a moment. The other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for him to digest the information and didn't say anything. After a long time, he took a deep breath and leaned against the wall to watch people coming and going on the street: "It's the execution. Did the Bureau take over the case? I can understand, and I will hand over all the information I now know to their people."
"Don't get emotional, Ryoichi, I know you are eager to prove yourself to the family, but sometimes there are special circumstances." The old man said lightly.
"." Okubo Ryo said nothing.
"What's more, the reason your mission was interrupted was because there was a new mission to give you a mission that was more important than what you were investigating now," the old man said.
"A task more important than tracking down the 'B+' dangerous mixed race?" Ryo Okubo, who was smoking, was stunned.
"Directly issued by the owner of Inuyama."
As soon as Ryo Okubo put down the cigarette in his hand, his face suddenly turned serious. This is a tribute to the old man sitting in the position of 'Inuyama Patriarch'. Anyone who is in the circle of Shinjuku hears this name. It is time to show this kind of respect. In this happy land and feasting, the old man undoubtedly holds absolute authority and is under one person.
"What is the specific mission?" Ryoichi Okubo took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally. The mission was even more terrifying than the pursuit of dangerous mixed races, searching for the dirty bomb brought in by his nemesis in Shinjuku?Sneak into the 'Evil Ghosts' alone and become an inner responder?Whatever it was, he was ready to die for the sake of justice.
"I remember Ryoichi, you turned 21 this year, right?" the old man asked suddenly.
"Accurately speaking, I'm already 21, and there is an age requirement for the task of celebrating my birthday in January?" Ryo Okubo raised his eyebrows.
"I heard you have a younger brother at home?" the old man asked again.
"Does this mission have anything to do with my brother?" Okubo Ryo sank in one heart.
"It doesn't matter, just ask to see if you have any experience with raising children." The old man smiled: "After all, you are the only one among us who are the most suitable."
"Bring a child?"
On the streets of Shinjuku, Ryoichi Okubo's expression instantly became strange.
(End of this chapter)
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