Chapter 1028: , Let the World Witness Uesugi Speed!

The next day, Nagoya, sunny.

Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, bathing the gray exterior walls of the Aichi Prefecture Police Headquarters building in much brighter light than usual.

Likewise dispelled were the two dark clouds hanging over everyone's heads!

At this moment, the special investigation headquarters had gathered over five hundred police officers, a vast expanse of blue uniforms, yet the atmosphere here was completely different from during Nagase Ren's time.

When Nagase Ren led the team, it was a tense, suffocating busyness under pressure.

But when Uesugi Muneyuki led the team, it was a busy rhythm after a clear direction had been set. Uesugi Muneyuki sat behind his desk, with an AncestryDNA reverse tracing report and a dispatch worker distribution map of Nagoya Port Ward spread out before him.

He drew a few circles on the map with his pencil, then summoned Okada Masayoshi, Kashiwagi Jin, Nango Yui, and Shiratori Sho to the desk.

He had returned the previous night and slept soundly in the APA Hotel, and besides, he had been intimate with Eirina; the tall beauty master had changed into a pair of jeweled garter black sheer purple glossy stockings paired with a pair of transparent side-open cool highs.

So refreshing!

Uesugi is mine alone, exclusively enjoyed!

But Lao Ren had been running nonstop outside all night without rest.

Kashiwagi Misa had slept with Yamada Nanase the previous night, and Lao Ren was still quite reassured about that.

He felt reassured entrusting Misa to Uesugi.

"The direction has been set." Uesugi Muneyuki gathered everyone again around nine in the morning: "Goa, Portuguese-Indian mixed blood, male, aged between twenty-five and forty-five, definitely engaged in dispatch work in the Nagoya Port area, with at least two short-term employment records. The name spelling appears in at least two versions across different documents, possibly five. Now the problem is: how to find this person in the shortest time possible."

"Chief Uesugi, Toyota has already promised us full support!" Okada Masayoshi thought for a moment and said: "Not needed now, expired and void!"

The several Nagoya police inspectors nearby, upon hearing this, turned pale.

That's Toyota!

That's Toyota!

You people don't even understand what Toyota means to Nagoya; the Toyota Group saying they'll help is just being polite, yet you actually dare to ask them to cooperate, don't you value your lives?!

But — this person is Uesugi Muneyuki, so it somehow seems quite reasonable?

In this Ganges River!

Uesugi Muneyuki indeed couldn't care less about all that: "Immediately contact Toyota. I need the complete employment records of all logistics and dispatch companies in Nagoya Port. Including informal, handwritten, and system-unentered ones. Mr. Toyoda Akio said last night on the phone that they would cooperate; since he said it, let them cooperate now!"

"Yes!" Okada Masayoshi nodded, took out his phone, and began dialing.

As the son of a Ministry of Finance Official, he indeed was familiar with Toyota's side.

Uesugi Muneyuki then turned to Kashiwagi Jin: "You contact the INTERPOL India National Central Bureau and have them retrieve from Goa the list of Portuguese-Indian mixed-blood males who exited Japan in the past five years. No need for full passport details; first get a rough age and gender distribution."

"Understood." Kashiwagi Jin responded, turned, and walked down the hallway.

Uesugi Muneyuki looked at Nango Yui: "You turn the AncestryDNA ancestry data into a simplified screening template, abandon traditional thinking, don't insist on full sequence matching; we only need the combination features of key markers. Then import it into the Nagoya Port Immigration Bureau's residency eligibility database and run a quick scan."

Nango Yui pushed up her glasses: "It might roughly take about half a day; I'll hurry, and Nagoya University will provide us technical support."

"Half a day is fine. Give me the first round of results by tonight." Uesugi Muneyuki nodded.

Lastly, he looked at Shiratori Sho: "You again take people to the Nagoya Port Immigration Bureau office to retrieve all records of Indian nationals' residency status changes from the past three years. Focus on those who transitioned from skill interns to permanent residents, or hold other long-term visas.

Both paper files and electronic records are required."

"Understood!" Shiratori Sho let out a sigh of relief.

The four received their tasks and dispersed, leaving only Uesugi Muneyuki and Ikeda Erena standing behind him in the office.

Ikeda Erena's eyes were full of little stars!

Handsome! Muneyuki, handsome!

Meanwhile, not far away, Yamada Nanase secretly glanced this way, also feeling impressed!

This is Uesugi Muneyuki's greatest use: with him, the case has a clear direction; with him, everyone has a backbone!

Uesugi Muneyuki, my Superman!

Only Uesugi Muneyuki leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on the last page of the AncestryDNA report.

This was obtained at the cost of Nagase Ren's life.

Nagase Ren had stayed in Nagoya for nearly ten days, obtained all the permissions he could, yet still found no direction.

Why?

Is it because the direction itself is unclear?

Is it because he himself was fixed in the Japanese police's investigative mindset?

Or is it because under immense external pressure he found it hard to begin?

All of these, and yet none of them.

The true core is his lack of sufficient resources.

What does Uesugi Muneyuki have in hand? He has the AncestryDNA reverse tracing conclusion, Toyota Group's supply chain network, the Police Agency's cross-regional coordination permit, and his own intuition accumulated in the Inner World.

Nagase Ren lacked these; Nagase Ren only had an ordinary police headquarters and a pile of contradictory clues.

He could have chosen to take the blame and request a transfer.

He could have made big things small and small things smaller.

He could have — sacrificed himself to exchange for the reputation of all Nagoya and even the entire police world.

But he still did it, just because after passing into the Professional Group, he shouted at Sakuradamon: "For public service."

This is an honest person.

Japan is a country that has already entered postmodern society; previously, through massive sacrifices of honest people's interests to maintain stability,

the national policy has fully shifted toward collapse, just like many Japanese women who enjoy running a female-only economy, only to find after going in circles that contradictions abound; operators think I am a female consumer to be accommodated, consumers think I am a female operator to be accommodated.

In the end, the female-only economy concluded with a one-one: the female-only economy does not necessarily require every link to be female.

This is actually just a lack of honest people; we hope Japanese men will come into our system to serve as fuel to be burned, to sacrifice a little.

Without you, our entire system cannot operate.

Likewise, Uesugi Muneyuki himself has seen too much.

I am the tsar, you are the serf, both serving the nation, only with different divisions of labor.

I was a civil servant at Sakuradamon that day, you were a koban police officer in Hokkaido, both serving the people, only with different divisions of labor.

Reading the history of the Southern Ming makes one's blood pressure rise, isn't it precisely because every Southern Ming person read the《History of Ming》? Knowing that part of the outcome for those who sacrificed their heads and shed hot blood for the Great Ming was the entire family being eliminated in a matching-game fashion, and another part was dying unjustly, with possible posthumous rehabilitation only after many years.

These theories have been seen through and through by the Japanese.

However, Nagase Ren still stepped forward, he still chose to sacrifice himself for justice.

In times of adversity, integrity becomes evident; each one hangs their pigments.

Uesugi Muneyuki reached out and picked up the photo of Nagase Ren on his own desk, taken just three years ago at the Sakuradamon gate when he had just passed the career group examination, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Wait for me, Nagase-san!

You wait for me, I will find these murderers, I will clear your name, I will settle this case!

I will have the National Police Agency posthumously honor you as a martyr! Enjoy a state funeral!

The superintendent you've been longing for, this time you don't need to wait five years! You also don't need to take the exam again!

Give me a little more time, not more than two weeks!

Once I solve the case, I will have your foster father posthumously honor you as a police superintendent!

Promoted two ranks! Enjoy imperial ancestral temple sacrifices! And be mentioned alongside Sugishita Ukyou Keishi Sei as the Absolute Dual Pride!

Three wishes, fulfilled at once!

At 4:30 p. m. that day, the first round of screening results came out.

Nango Yui placed a printed form on Uesugi Muneyuki's desk.

The form was not long, fewer than twenty lines, but each line corresponded to an Indian male who had left a record in the Nagoya Port Immigration Bureau database.

The screening criteria were: original nationality registered as Goa or not clearly specified but visa type matching Portuguese-Indian mixed background, age between twenty-five and forty-five, having at least two non-consecutive short-term employment records in the Nagoya Port area.

Uesugi Muneyuki began quickly scanning those names.

Nagoya has many foreign dispatched workers.

But if limited to Indians with Portuguese mixed blood, the target becomes very small.

Uesugi Muneyuki's gaze swiftly swept over those names, stopping at the seventh line.

That line read: VikramFernandes, twenty-nine years old, original nationality Goa, permanent resident status, came to join his uncle.

And according to the investigation, there are many similar names.

VikramFernandes

BikramFernandis

VikramFernandaz

VikramuFernandes

These names, when converted from Spanish to English and then to katakana, become very complicated; at this point, adding any spelling error or slip of the pen makes it easy to register as many different people.

But after cross-referencing multiple different employment registrations and various spellings, the hiring and departure times roughly match, indicating a very high probability of pointing to the same person.

No way, this is just how Portuguese names work, as Luis—Felipe—Vieira—Fernandes would say.

"This." Uesugi Muneyuki pointed with his finger at the seventh line: "Check his employment trajectory. Which company, what time period, and when did the last one end, all three registrations?"

Nango Yui operated on Nagoya's Toshiba computer for a few seconds: "The three companies are respectively: Tokai Logistics Service in Nagoya Port East District", employment period about two months, "Chubu Industrial Support in Nagoya Port North District", employment period about one and a half months, and "Aichi Talent Dispatch", with no clear employment record, but there is an unsigned employment intent letter. The end time of the last employment record is — "

Nango Yui paused: "About three weeks before the incident."

"Two weeks before the incident he was still in Nagoya Port. After the incident he disappeared." Uesugi Muneyuki turned the form over to the back and quickly wrote a few lines in the blank space: "Have Shiratori Sho go to these three companies to collect all registration records related to that name.

At the same time, notify all police stations in Minato Ward to investigate all unnamed short-term rental apartments and dispatched worker dormitories in their jurisdictions, focusing on recently moved-in or moved-out South Asian males. The name may not be VikramFernandes, it could be Bikram, Vikram, or any phonetically similar abbreviation or variant."

"No need for exactness, close enough is fine!"

Nango Yui recorded those instructions one by one, then looked up: "Uesugi-san, this person — if it's him, his crime time window and DNA test results are close. But we need more solid evidence to apply for an arrest warrant."

"An arrest warrant? Just have Nagoya Court write us one on the spot." Uesugi Muneyuki said casually: "In this situation, would Nagoya dare not to give us one?"

"That's also true." Nango Yui nodded.

Sorry, Special Operations Office, Cabinet Special Permission!

"Should we consider international impact?" Ikeda Erena asked foolishly: "This kind of thing, isn't it not good?"

"No need, this guy is an Indian!"*2

Uesugi Muneyuki and Nango Yui almost simultaneously said.

Afterwards, they exchanged glances, and all three hehehehed with laughter, laughing wickedly.

In East Asia, people are inherently obsequious to foreigners; don't think locals mostly dislike foreigners, but if they really dare to act against foreigners, these foreigners will let you know they have the backing of your powerful motherland.

However, Indians are an exception.

Because Indians themselves dislike Indians, online "milk-Indian" behavior, Indians themselves give the most likes.

"No need to care about India's attitude, every Indian likes to pretend to be a Kshatriya or Brahmin, but in reality, the highs and lows of India's caste system can roughly be divided into hundreds of levels." Uesugi Muneyuki said with a cold smile: "No one will speak up for him."

"First find his whereabouts." Uesugi Muneyuki put the form back on the desk: "Once found, evidence will follow."

"Yes!!!"

On the third day morning, Shiratori Sho immediately obtained a key clue from the manager of an unnamed monthly rental apartment at Nagoya Port.

That manager was a retired worker in his sixties, operating a four-story simple apartment, mainly rented to short-term foreign laborers.

He recalled that about three weeks ago, a South Asian male had stayed here, registered name "Bikram", paid one month's rent in cash, left no phone number, and did not show a residence card. The manager pulled out the registration book from that time, on which a line of crooked ballpoint pen writing read: "Bikram, moved in on June XX."

No photocopy of any identification document was attached beside the handwriting.

Quite reasonable, such unnamed short-term rentals are very common in dispatched worker gathering areas, landlords often skip careful checks for convenience.

Shiratori Sho had the manager pull up the surveillance footage from the apartment entrance.

The footage is blurry, Uesugi Muneyuki thought this place should also replace all surveillance with Wakon Hai Shi's.

However, over-installing cameras easily infringes on personal privacy, which is also a problem.

Several people identified the man for a while, and they could see his silhouette when he came and went: he was of medium height, slightly thin, walked with long and quick strides, and his right hand was habitually tucked into his pocket.

Bikram last appeared in the surveillance footage about two weeks ago, early one morning, leaving with a dark backpack on his back, and never returned after that.

But the apartment manager provided an additional piece of information: about a week after the man left, two men with the same South Asian accent came to the apartment, stood at the entrance and in the hallway for a while, as if waiting for someone, and then left.

After hearing the report, Uesugi Muneyuki had Shiratori Sho send the facial image of the man from the surveillance screenshots to the Forensic Identification Division for blur enhancement processing, and at the same time cross-referenced that image with the entry and exit records of all dispatched worker dormitories in the Minato Ward.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Nango Yui obtained supplementary information from the Immigration Bureau: Vikram Fernandes had updated his residence status three months prior, and after the update, his registered address was listed at a simple apartment in Nakamura Ward, Nagoya City, but that address was marked as "moved out" less than a month after the update was completed, with the new address field left blank.

He changed his residence but did not report it to the Immigration Bureau as required.

"He is now living in a place where his identity is not registered." Uesugi Muneyuki stood in front of the whiteboard, holding a marker: "Minato Ward, Nakamura Ward, or any corner where dispatched workers gather in the surrounding areas. He has no residence card, no fixed employer, no fixed address. But he cannot possibly disappear completely—he needs to eat, needs shelter, needs to stay in contact with others! Do you remember? This guy has an uncle as a contact, and Ping Shou's internal examination once detected someone else's Jingye!"

"Find the people around him. Do not startle the snake. Follow them, see who they meet. If Vikram is still in Nagoya, he will definitely contact them. As long as he makes contact, we will be able to find him!"

That evening, Maeda Toshihide and Asō Kōta obtained a breakthrough clue from the owner of an Indian food ingredients store in the Minato Ward.

The owner recognized the person in the surveillance screenshot: "This person often comes to my shop to buy spices and rice, and even came once about two or three weeks ago, buying a large bag of rice and some dried goods, saying he was going to stay at a friend's place for a while. He didn't say where he was staying, but I remember he came with three other people, one of whom I know, who works at a logistics company in the Minato Ward, named Rajesh."

Maeda Toshihide passed this name back to the Special Investigation Headquarters.

Nango Yui looked up Rajesh's registration information in the database: he works at a logistics company in Nagoya Port East District, and his registered address is at a dispatched worker dormitory in the Minato Ward.

Rajesh and Vikram had overlapping employment records for over a month at the "Chubu Industrial Support" company.

The names of the two individuals appeared simultaneously on the same employment roster.

When Uesugi Muneyuki received this message, he was in the hallway of the Special Investigation Headquarters.

He stopped, pressed his phone to his ear to listen to Maeda's report, and then continued issuing orders: "Rajesh's address,

workplace, commuting times, usual routes. Find out everything. Do not alert him. By tomorrow before dawn, I need to know where Vikram is now!"

Subsequently, Uesugi Muneyuki ordered Okada Masayoshi: "Prepare! As soon as Maeda's side clarifies this guy's current address, immediately begin organizing the arrest operation!"

"This time, let the world witness Uesugi speed!" Uesugi Muneyuki said sternly: "The honor of the Japanese Police shall be guarded by our Special Mission Division!"

"Yes!!!!"