I teach kendo in Tokyo

He Ma was speeding all the way and arrived at the hospital within an hour.

Tamamo came with Kazuma, and when she arrived at the hospital, she said that Kazuma felt great being able to drive the RV out of a racing car.

Kazuma didn't bother to complain and rushed directly to the emergency department.

The nurse on duty at the information desk at the door wanted to stop Kazuma, so he took out his police badge and asked, "Where is the policeman who was stabbed?"

The nurse immediately pointed to the side: "In Ward 1 here, don't worry, the situation is stable."

Kazuma asked again: "Then he woke up?"

"Not yet. Detective Asano lost too much blood and is falling into a coma, but he has already received a blood transfusion, so don't worry."

Just as he was talking, two men in police uniforms came out of the ward. The leader showed his police badge to Kazuma: "We are the night patrol of the district police station. Are you?"

Kazuma: "Metropolitan Police Department Investigation Section 1, Kiryu and Uma are from the Police Department, Asano's patrol partner."

The two policemen immediately saluted Kazuma.

"What happened? Who stabbed Asano?" Kazuma took a step forward and asked.

The two policemen glanced at Tamamo behind Kazuma, as if hesitating whether to tell the case in front of civilians.

Kazuma pointed at Tamamo: "She is the prosecutor of the prosecutor's office, don't pay attention to her, just tell her."

"Yes. Inspector Asano was stabbed at about 1 o'clock in the evening. He seemed to be unable to sleep and went out to buy sleeping pills. Then he saw the prisoner harassing the bartender who was off duty while drunk, so he stepped forward to stop him. As a result, the angry prisoner used a broken knife The bottle stabbed him."

Kazuma: "Has the prisoner been caught?"

"The prisoner turned himself in at the post and told us that Asano was patrolling the place where he fell, and we learned that something had happened to him."

"The prisoner surrendered?" Kazuma was shocked.

"Yes, he is a street friend who lives in the park near Inspector Asano's house. He got drunk and had evil thoughts for a while."

"Impossible!" Kazuma shouted, "He was stabbed deliberately! Because not long ago, no, just yesterday, we were threatened by the Yakuza!"

The two uniformed patrol officers looked at each other, and the leader said to Kazuma: "The Yakuza usually don't dare to threaten the criminal police of the First Investigation Section, right? And the police department said that you look so young, you should be in the professional group, right? How could the Yakuza stab a professional? Where is the team partner?”

Kazuma: "We are being threatened. The threat is Oshin Takahiro, a cadre of the Kanto United Direct Generation Organization! This homeless man - this street friend must have something to do with the Yakuza!"

The two patrol officers looked at each other, and then said to Kazuma: "If you are willing, you can personally interrogate the prisoners detained at the police station."

Kazuma thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'll interrogate you."

Tamamo: "Then I'll stay here and take care of Asano-san."

At this moment, the door of the emergency center opened. An old man in his forties or fifties came in from the outside and said to the nurse on duty at the information desk: "I am Asano's father. How is he doing?"

Kazuma turned to look at this man and found that his face did look a bit like Asano's, but this old man looked familiar.

At this time, Tamamo bowed respectfully to the old man: "Hello, Mr. Chief of the National Police Agency."

Kazuma's mouth opened into an O shape.

The chief secretary of the Police Department, which means "chief secretariat", is the chief confidant of the police chief.

Such a big shot is actually Asano's father?

That's strange, Asano is not in the professional team?

The key to the professional group is to pass the Class A civil servant examination, and the son of the police chief can pass this examination through the back door.

When Kazuma was surprised, the chief cabinet officer came to him and bowed slightly to him: "Inuko is under the care of the police department."

After saying this, he turned to Tamamo and bowed slightly.

Kazuma immediately said: "No, no, my negligence caused an accident to him. I'm very sorry."

"Wait a minute, I heard my secretary report on the way here that it was just an accident and the prisoners surrendered."

Kazuma: "It's definitely not an accident! We were threatened by the cadres of the Kanto United Direct Generation Organization yesterday! This is definitely not a coincidence!"

"Ji Dao," the Chief Cabinet Secretary exclaimed, "Although I didn't say anything about Asano being my son, so the Yida should not know that he is my son, but the Yida should not dare to openly attack the Search Section 1. A police officer added Partner, right? This should be a simple incident of a drunken man hurting someone, right?"

Kazuma shook his head: "No, that guy just took advantage of this stereotyped thinking! Please let me interrogate that street friend! I will definitely let the truth come out!"

"Yeah, that's fine." The Chief Cabinet Secretary nodded, "But be careful not to use torture. I don't want my son's first partner to be complained about for lynching."

Kazuma curled his lips: "I know."

He turned and strode out of the emergency room.

Tamamo followed him and waited for him to get in the car before standing at the door and saying to him: "I won't go to the police station. It's not appropriate for a trainee prosecutor to go to the police station. If I have become a permanent prosecutor at the Metropolitan Police Department, Officer, I can go with you.

"I'm here to talk to Asano's father. I think there's a story behind his son's admission to the Metropolitan Police. After all, he uses his ex-wife's surname."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, just use your skills. I feel more at ease with you here."

"You can't rest assured. I only have the means to fight against the weird ones. I can only hide when the strong humans come. Now I can't even fight head-on with firearms." Tamamo whispered, "But I want the chief secretary of the National Police Agency to Here, the other party will not act rashly."

Kazuma nodded: "Okay, I'll be right back."

Tamamo nodded and took a big step back to make room for the car to start.

Kazuma started the car and went straight to the police station.

He looked at the map when he came over and paid special attention to the location of the police station.

As a police-affiliated hospital, this hospital is not far from the police station.

Hema speeded all the way through a red light and drove into the parking lot of the police station in five minutes.

After he revealed his identity to the police on duty, he directly asked the street friend who stabbed someone tonight to be interrogated.

After a while, the street inmate was taken from the detention cell to the interrogation room.

As soon as the street friend entered the door, he said to Kazuma: "Mr. Policeman, the bed here is much more comfortable to sleep on than my plastic bed!"

Kazuma slapped the table hard: "Presumptuous!"

The street friend was startled and his whole body trembled.

Kazuma: "Be honest, who asked you to stab Asano?"

"No one asked me to stab him. Officer, I just drank and stabbed him as soon as my head hit. Send me to jail and I can have a few good meals."

Kazuma grabbed the street friend by the collar and slapped him in the face.

In this day and age, the police have a particularly weird saying: when a suspect is found to have injuries on his body, they pretend not to know, and then say "he might have fallen on his own."

Because Japanese courts also pursue a case closure rate, they often ignore obvious evidence of torture.

Lawyers often turn a blind eye knowingly. After all, if they maintain a good relationship with the court, the judge will also make it easier for them in other cases.

This kind of barrister will seize every opportunity to create an image of himself as being able to turn over any case.

For such barristers, the prestige benefits of overturning a case have exceeded the benefits of maintaining a good relationship with the court.

After all, lawyer fees are ridiculously high and beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Kazuma was well aware of this unspoken rule, and slapping him was not a big deal in the Japanese police station of this era. Even though the Chief Cabinet Secretary reminded him to be careful, he still slapped him without hesitation.

What's even more exaggerated is to treat people to drink "judicial milk tea", which is a drink made with chopped hair. After drinking it, you will suffer from vomiting and diarrhea for a long time.

The street friend who was beaten actually had tears in his eyes: "No one really ordered me! I was drunk, and seeing how handsome the detective guy was, I thought that this kind of handsome guy must be very popular with the bartenders. Why?" It was always their benefit, so they broke the bottle and gave it to him.

"I already know I was wrong!"

Kazuma continued to pull the guy's collar and said word by word: "Do you know whose son you stabbed? It's the son of the Chief Cabinet Secretary of the National Police Agency!"

The Inspector General of Police is in charge of the Metropolitan Police Department and cannot control the prefectural police outside Tokyo. From the perspective of the national police force, the Chief Cabinet Secretary of the National Police Agency is really the second most important person.

Moreover, the Chief Cabinet Secretary can also intervene in the personnel affairs within the Metropolitan Police Department, but he cannot handle cases.

The street friend was stunned for a moment and asked tremblingly: "Who is the Chief Cabinet Secretary?"

"Just think of him as the second-in-command of the Japanese police."

"Isn't that a super powerful big shot? This... I really don't know that young man is his son."

"So I ask you to tell me who instigated you!"

At this moment, the street friend hesitated for a moment, and then said firmly: "No one ordered me, I was just drunk and had a brain twitch. Oops, why did I drink so much!"

Kazuma suddenly thought of something at this time, and asked again: "Where do you get the money to drink?"

"I picked up a wallet and took the money inside. I went to the post office to mail the ID in the wallet to the owner in the afternoon. The people at the post office can testify!"

Kazuma originally thought he would start with the money to buy drinks, but he didn't expect this.

With the Yakuza's grassroots organization in Japan, it's very easy to get a poor guy's wallet.

Dashen Xiaohao's territory is still in the red light district. It is very common to lose wallets in such places. More wallets are stolen by thieves. He collects them all and then asks the street friend to go to the post office to mail them.

The act of sending a wallet is tantamount to leaving evidence. The post office staff are also civil servants, so their testimony is highly credible.

In this way, the problem of why street residents have money to drink is solved.

Kazuma slapped the street friend again: "Asshole! Tell me, what did he promise you? Is it to take care of your family? Is it to guarantee your life after you get out?"

"What are you talking about? No one ordered me! I was just drunk and messed up!"

"You clearly hesitated just now!"

"How do I have it?" The street friend firmly denied, "There is no conscience on earth and on earth, where did I hesitate? The fact is that I committed a crime! I am not fully sober from the wine now. If you want me to make up a lie, I can't make it up!" "

In fact, with Kazuma's sensitive nose, he had already smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him.

At least it was true that he drank a lot.

But some people have a good drinking capacity, and even if they smell of alcohol, they are still conscious and can walk in a straight line.

But there is no way to prove whether you are drunk or not. All you can measure is the alcohol concentration in your blood.

He Ma let go of his hand holding the collar. He was a little doubtful at this time. Could it really be a coincidence?

Dashen's face came to his mind again.

It's not like that guy's threat was fake.

At this time, He Ma made up his mind to confront Dashen Xiaohao.

He let go of the street friend's collar, pushed him hard to sit down, turned around and left the interrogation room.

Someone from the police station stopped Kazuma: "Police department, please! The force you hit just now was a bit too strong. The prisoner's face is swollen."

Kazuma responded: "Asshole, how do I know why his face is swollen? He probably fell on his own."

"Yes, we understand. But we should be careful, maybe this guy will get lucky and get a lawyer."

The lawyers dispatched by the Japanese government for free are selected from the lawyers registered by the Bar Association, and barristers also have a chance to be selected. Just like drawing cards, barristers are SSRs.

There have been several cases in Japanese history where a barrister was chosen and the defendant was not found guilty due to sheer luck.

Kazuma remembered the prisoner in the Kyoto Animation arson case in his previous life, and he got lucky and got a famous lawyer with a record of reversing cases.

But at this time, He Ma was in a hurry to confront Dashen and had no time to care about this. He prevaricates by saying, "We'll talk about it when we get the lawyer," and leaves in a hurry.

He left the police station and went directly to the phone booth opposite the police station to dial Dashan Xiaohao's number.

It turned out that the person who answered the phone was a woman. The woman said in a seductive voice: "Mr. Dashen is asleep."

Kazuma roared: "Then wake him up! Bastard!"

The woman hung up the phone immediately.

Kazuma decided to come directly to the door.

The phone call just now proved that Dashen was at home.

He immediately got into the crepe cart and drove to the door of Dashen's house with sparks and lightning.

Dashen lived in a villa with a deep courtyard and a large courtyard. This villa looked much more elegant than Bai Fengfeng's villa.

Bai Feng had saved up for so long to build a villa as his headquarters, but the direct generation organization actually let a cadre live in it.

Kazuma honked the horn loudly in front of the gate.

A bozo with a mohawk went out to check, and when he saw it was a crepe truck, he immediately yelled: "You're fucking crazy! Do you know where this place is?"

He asked as he approached the car and banged on the window on Kazuma's side.

Kazuma opened the door and knocked him away with the door.

Then he got out of the car, showed his police badge directly to the slut, and walked straight to the small door where the slut came out just now.

As a result, the small door slammed shut.

Kazuma was not polite, he jumped over the tall main gate, and when he landed, he punched down the guy who was closing the small door.

Then he strode toward the main house.

Maybe Dashen is really not a martial artist, and there are only a few guards in this big room.

When Kazuma arrived in front of the main house, he saw a few guys with daggers.

The leader shouted angrily: "KI Sama! Do you know where this place is?"

Kazuma: "I know. I'm looking for your leader Dashen."

"What are you doing with me?" Dashen opened the door in pajamas and stood at the door with his arms crossed. "Tongyu Police Department, do you have a search warrant for trespassing on private property like this? If there is no search warrant, I will file a complaint against you. Wear small shoes.”

Kazuma pointed at Dashen's nose: "You bastard, do you know who you stabbed? It's the son of the chief secretary of the National Police Agency!"

Dashen was a little surprised for a moment, but immediately maintained his expression: "What are you talking about? Who did I stab? I was sleeping in my own home, why did I hurt someone?"

At this time, Kazuma had already determined that this bastard was responsible.