In the Department Office of the 1st and 3rd Departments of the Criminal Investigation Department, Yakushidera Ryoko listened to the reports of the police officers who had been attacked before, while summarizing and analyzing all the intelligence, hoping to deduce clues.
Although she had just enjoyed some benefits, the grievances she suffered from the black organization were not so easy to eliminate. If her previous fight against the black organization was to gain leverage from the Ministry of Public Security, then her fight against the black organization now was purely a personal grudge. .
She, Yakushiji Ryoko, has been fighting since she was a child. The most she can bear is the injustice and the most disadvantage. As soon as the black organization touches her, she is ready to dig up the graves of eighteen generations of her ancestors.
Facing Her Majesty the Queen at the Metropolitan Police Department, the police officers from the three departments were all worried when reporting, fearing that they would say the wrong thing and make Ryoko Yakushiji unhappy.
Among them, Mouri Kogoro was the most nervous. While waiting nervously, his memory couldn't help but return to last night.
"Brother Maori, tell me, how does uncle treat you?"
In a high-end hotel in Shinjuku, Katakuri Matsudaira hugged a barmaid who looked like a miko and said to Kogoro Mori.
"Chief Matsudaira has been so kind to me that Kogoro can't repay me even if he is broken into pieces!"
Mouri Kogoro said respectfully, and after finishing speaking, he began to look around, for fear of meeting someone he knew here.
After being scolded by Mao Lilan, he vowed never to come to such a place of drinking and debauchery again, and he is now pursuing Feilili again. If Feilili thinks that he is back to his old ways, he will really jump into the Yellow River to get rid of it.
Mouri Kogoro looked around the hotel, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find anyone he knew. Then he remembered that with his previous salary, he couldn't afford such a place, and the group of people he met when he was willing to fall. None of my friends have money to spend here, so my worries are completely unnecessary.
Damn it, what's going on with this feeling of being happy but also a little unwilling?
Mouri Kogoro said in despair.
"Don't call me Uncle, sir. Just call me Uncle Songping. Everyone who knows me well calls me that!"
Matsudaira Katakuritora waved his hand.
Mouri Kogoro hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Yes, Uncle Matsudaira!"
The ruffian in front of him was the man he was destined to be. If it weren't for him, he would never have been able to return to the Metropolitan Police Department after violating police regulations, and it would be even more impossible for him to retain his original rank as a supplementary police officer. It can be said that, Matsudaira Katakuritora's kindness to him was too great. Although the sentence just now "It's hard to repay him even if he is broken into pieces" is exaggerated, it is indeed the true feeling of Mouri Kogoro. Therefore, Mouri Kogoro must follow Matsudaira Kataguritora's kindness as much as possible. , otherwise everything he gives to himself can naturally be taken back by him.
It's just that he calls Matsudaira Katakuritora "uncle", and Matsudaira Katakuritora calls himself "brother." Isn't it a bit weird to call each other like this?
"Very good, come on, have a drink!"
Matsudaira Katakuritora raised the champagne in his hand and said very thoughtfully: "I know you have stopped drinking, so I specially asked someone to prepare oolong tea. You're welcome!"
After speaking, he pointed to the cup of brown liquid placed in front of Mouri Kogoro.
Mouri Kogoro was so moved that he drank the oolong tea prepared for him by Matsudaira Katakuritora in one gulp.
The top officer of the Japanese police was so considerate to him that even the oolong tea he drank in his mouth became intoxicating...
Uh, wait, why does this oolong tea taste so weird? It feels so good... My head seems a little dizzy... Hiccup!
Mouri Kogoro burped.
Seeing that Mouri Kogoro's face was already slightly red, Matsudaira Katagurihu let go of the miko and said to her: "Ane, please leave first. I have something to talk to Mouri."
The shrine maiden who called Matsudaira Katakuritora Aon was a little unhappy. She said coquettishly: "Uncle, are you going to drive me away after I've only been with you for a while?"
The length of time spent with him actually doesn't matter. The key is that Matsudaira Katakurihu has only ordered some wine now, and her commission is too small.
Matsudaira Katakuritora snapped his fingers in an airy manner, and a hotel waiter immediately appeared and stood beside Matsudaira Katakuritora, bowing slightly and waiting for Matsudaira Katakuritora's instructions.
"Build a Dongpely champagne tower for your uncle, and it will be in Ayin's name!"
Matsudaira Katakuritora pushed up his sunglasses, his voice carrying a strong smell of money.
"Yes, Mr. Matsudaira!"
The waiter quickly began to make preparations, and Ayin was also very excited. He kissed Matsudaira Katakuritora's old face, which was as wrinkled as orange peel: "Thank you, uncle!"
A Tompelli champagne tower costs millions of yen, and these millions of achievements are in her name. She should be the No. 1 tonight.
Matsudaira Katakuritora smiled with enjoyment, and then waved away Aine.
Seeing Matsudaira Katakuritora's heroic performance of spending a lot of money to win a kiss from a beautiful woman, it was impossible for Mouri Kogoro not to be envious.
After all, men, no matter what age they are, from eight to eighty years old, like to play with young and beautiful girls. Although Mouri Kogoro has determined to change his mind, he has no worries about becoming an old monk from now on. , without any ripples, that’s really too high a regard for Mouri Kogoro.
After the accompanying miko Ane left, Matsudaira Katakurihu lowered his voice and said, "Brother Mori, you are also a father. You should know that a father cannot lose his dignity in front of his daughter no matter what, right?"
It can be said that Mouri Kogoro felt deeply about these words. It was his dignity as a father that made him get up from the quagmire. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Uncle Matsudaira, you are right."
"As long as you understand!" Katakuri Tiger Matsudaira slapped the table.
"But now, my uncle's dignity is in the hands of others. Do you think I should get it back?"
Matsudaira Katakuritora said to Mouri Kogoro with a serious face.
"Of course you should take it back!" Mouri Kogoro, who had also been in the workplace, immediately patted his chest and said, "Uncle Matsudaira, if you can use me, please feel free to give me your orders. I will go up to the sword and go down to the sea of fire for my uncle without hesitation!"
"As expected of my uncle, I know you are grateful!"
Matsudaira Katakuritora laughed and patted Mouri Kogoro on the shoulder.
Mouri Kogoro laughed a few times, and then carefully asked Matsudaira Katakurihu: "But, how should we get it back?"
"My uncle checked it out. That woman hid my uncle's dignity in her office at the Metropolitan Police Department."
Matsudaira Katakuritora said to Mouri Kogoro.
"That woman?"
Mouri Kogoro asked doubtfully.
"That's Yakushiji Ryoko, the counselor of your criminal department! She used despicable means to get some indecent photos of my uncle, and threatened that if he didn't do what she wanted, she would post those photos on the bulletin board of my uncle's daughter's school. , Uncle Rang’s daughter has been disgraced from now on! Oh my god, how can there be such a vicious woman in this world!"
Speaking of that name, Matsudaira Katakuritora gritted his teeth a little, and even drank a few glasses of champagne before he could calm down.
After hearing Matsudaira Katakuritora reveal the identity of the woman, Mouri Kogoro's face immediately became solemn: "Uncle Matsudaira, I'm not a younger brother, so I refuse. I just heard that the office of the Counselor of Yakushiji Temple is equipped with a very strict security system. Even if I want to I don’t have the ability to help you!”
Yakushiji Ryoko is the eldest daughter of JACES, the largest security company in Asia. Many rich people in Tokyo use the security systems of Yakushiji Ryoko. Of course, what she uses is the highest-tech product of her company. Others can't do it without her permission. If you can't get in, it will be difficult to get out alive.
"Don't worry about this. I won't let you do such a dangerous thing."
Matsudaira Katakuritora smiled and patted Mouri Kogoro on the shoulder to reassure Mouri Kogoro.
"As for stealing the indecent photos of my uncle, I have entrusted professionals to do it. What you need to do is to help your uncle keep an eye on the woman Ryoko Yakushiji. When she goes out, you have to tell your uncle immediately. When the time comes, my uncle will send someone to her office, and during this process, you must not let that woman go back to the office, do you understand?"
Matsudaira Katakuritora said with a serious face.
"Yes, little brother, I understand. I will definitely cooperate with Uncle Matsudaira! Tomorrow, even if I use my own body, I will definitely stop Yakushiji Ryoko from returning to the office!"
Hearing Matsudaira Katakuritora say that he didn't need to do it himself, Mouri Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief and quickly affirmed.
"Very good, let's drink to tomorrow's operation smoothly!" Matsudaira Katakuri Toraman poured champagne and touched the "oolong tea" in Mori Kogoro's hand.
Mouri Kogoro looked at the "oolong tea" in his hand with some hesitation. He always felt that there was something wrong with this cup of "oolong tea", but the atmosphere was right now. If he didn't drink it, he would be offending Matsudaira Katakurihu, so he could only bite the bullet and drink the "oolong tea" .
Well, what's going on? There seems to be a fire burning in my stomach!
After pouring a whole cup of "oolong tea" into his stomach, Mouri Kogoro's consciousness began to become hazy. He boldly asked Matsudaira Katakurihu with a curious look on his face: "Uncle Matsudaira, you said you would send professionals to the office of the Counselor of Yakushiji Temple. What kind of professionals are you taking things? Is it the secret force of the police department? "
"Hey, how can someone from the police department handle this kind of thing? What if the news leaks out and my uncle's enemies know about it?"
Matsudaira Katakuritora shook his head.
Although he is the chief of the Police Department and the head of hundreds of thousands of policemen in Japan, he is not completely without enemies in the Police Department. There are countless people who are concerned about his position. How can he easily reveal his secrets to others?
Note that the so-called handle here does not refer to those indecent photos of Matsudaira Katakuritora. Everyone knows how much fun the high-ranking officials in the Japanese government have. Raising slaves and playing with children having sex is just childish. , people like Matsudaira Katakurihu who only have fun with bartenders in hotels, nightclubs and other places are simply a breath of fresh air among senior Japanese government officials. Exposing those indecent photos will not have any impact on Matsudaira Katakurihu's career. The only thing that was affected was Matsudaira Katakurihu's dignity as a father.
Calling secret troops at will to do personal things for oneself, this obvious act of using public weapons for private purposes will become a weapon for Matsudaira Katakurihu's political opponents to attack him, so Matsudaira Katakurihu does not want to use the power of the National Police Agency.
However, Matsudaira Katakurihu would not explain these things to Mori Kogoro.
Mouri Kogoro nodded as if he understood, and then said: "But is the professional you hired reliable, Uncle Matsudaira? Don't let anything happen, otherwise the counselor of Yakushiji Temple will have a dike, and it will be difficult to succeed next time. .”
"Don't worry, brother Maori, this is a major matter related to my uncle's dignity as a father. How could he be careless? The professionals he hired couldn't be more professional!"
"Have you ever heard of 'Yu Ting Fan Zhong'?"
Matsudaira Katakuritora asked Mouri Kogoro mysteriously.
"'The Royal Court Fans'? I think I've heard of it. Isn't this the legendary ninja organization during the shogunate period? Do they really exist?"
Mouri Kogoro asked as he turned his mind numbed by alcohol.
"It does exist, but it was many years ago, and it has disappeared now." Matsudaira Katakurihu shook his head, and then said with a smile, "But its descendants still exist, and the professional I found is the 'Otei Bansho' Descendant! I also spent a lot of money to find her and get her to agree to help me steal things from that woman Ryoko Yakushiji, so there will definitely be no problem!"
"Oh, he is actually a descendant of that legendary ninja organization. How awesome!"
Mouri Kogoro said with a look of amazement.
A ninja family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. How about a "ninja sage" or a "ninja god"? With professionals like this taking action, there’s no need to worry about a big deal!
Thinking of this, Mouri Kogoro also laughed happily, took the initiative to pour himself a cup of "oolong tea", and clinked glasses with Matsudaira Katakurihu: "Then I wish Uncle Matsudaira success!"
"Hey, I wish you immediate success! Brother Maori, you are so serious, you can actually get drunk even if you drink 'oolong tea'!"
Matsudaira Katakuritora laughed.
The memory returned to the present. After asking all three police officers involved in the operation, Yakushiji Ryoko said to Megure Thirteen: "Megure, I'm going back to the office to rest first. If you find anything new, remember to report it immediately. I."
"Yes, Counselor!"
Mumu Thirteen saluted.
"Yes." Yakushiji Ryoko nodded, and then prepared to go back to the office. There was a "big meal" waiting for her in the office. She licked her tongue and prepared to "enjoy" it.
"Wait, counselor, I still have something to say!"
Mouri Kogoro has not yet received the message from Matsudaira Katakuritora. He doesn't know if the person who sneaked into Yakushiji Ryoko's office is over. He can only rush forward and call Yakushiji Ryoko.
"Are you...Xiaolan's father?"
Yakushiji Ryoko looked at Mouri Kogoro and said.
"Yes, I am Maori Kogoro, Maori Lan's father!"
Mouri Kogoro frowned, rubbed his hands, and showed off the shame he had developed as a detective.
"If you have something to do, tell me."
Ryoko Yakushiji asked Mouri Kogoro.
Because she has a good relationship with Maori Lan, she is willing to listen to Maori Kogoro.
"Well, I think someone is obviously trying to silence Masuyama Kenzo's death!"
Mouri Kogoro swallowed his saliva, and then said something that everyone knew was nonsense.
"Huh? You don't have to say that!"
Yakushiji Ryoko showed a worried expression.
Call yourself out, waste your precious time, and end up telling her this?
"And more!" Kogoro Mouri scratched his head and said, "To be able to dispatch armed helicopters, the organization behind Kenzo Masayama must be very powerful!"
Thank you for wasting another minute of my precious time.
The look of worry on Yakushiji Ryoko's face became even stronger. If Mouri Kogoro hadn't been Mouri Ran's father, she would have made a statement.
"And more, and more, and more!" Mouri Kogoro continued to act crazy and said a lot of nonsense to Yakushiji Ryoko.
Yakushiji Ryoko's face became increasingly ugly, and she finally came to a conclusion.
It seems that Xiaolan's IQ should be up to her mother.
At this time, Mouri Kogoro was too nervous and accidentally ignored a very fatal thing, that is, the big policeman Junichiro Izumida, who has always been inseparable from Yakushiji Ryoko, is not behind Yakushiji Ryoko now... …
And while Mouri Kogoro was desperately stalling, what were the professionals he considered "ninja sages" and "ninja gods" doing?
"No! No! No!"
"Can't find it! Can't find it! Can't find it!"
"Ah...where is it hiding? Help! Time is running out!"
In Ryoko Yakushiji's office, a purple-haired woman wearing a corset and red-rimmed glasses was going crazy because she couldn't find what she was looking for.
She opened all the cabinet doors in the office and rummaged through the contents, but she still couldn't find her target.
She raised her head while squatting on the ground, and suddenly her head hit the open upper cabinet door, and the glasses she was wearing flew out.
After the glasses flew away, the purple-haired woman quickly lay down on the ground, groping the ground with both hands in a panic, and while returning them she said: "Glasses, glasses, where are my glasses! Without glasses, I can't see anything, not even the future." Can’t see!”
Yan Kai, who fell to the ground and pretended to be unconscious, silently watched the purple-haired woman's performance: What on earth is this woman here for? Is it funny?
