Chapter 1037

Indeed, the Associated Press used the headline "Is India Secretly Manufacturing Super-Soldiers?" in its report that day.

The article cited multiple unnamed Japanese police sources, describing the suspect as displaying "physical capabilities far beyond human limits" during the arrest, including "remaining mobile despite being hit by multiple bullets" and "escaping by scaling a three-meter-high fence."

The Associated Press report concluded: "Although Japanese police refused to formally explain the source of the suspect's physical abilities, multiple on-site witnesses told the Associated Press that the suspect's physical strength, speed, and damage resistance during the escape had already surpassed normal human limits." "We have reason to suspect that the Indian government of the Magic Flute is using super-serum to create super-soldiers!"

"This is a threat to all humanity; we publicly urge the Japanese government to immediately share research findings and jointly handle the case aftermath with us!" Reuters' headline was more restrained: "Japanese police arrest Indian man suspected of killing an idol, suspect's physical abilities draw international attention!".

The article focused on the judicial proceedings of the case itself, but also mentioned details of the Nagano Prefecture relic explosion at the end: "Police sealed off an archaeological excavation site in Nagano Prefecture during the arrest. Local residents reported hearing a massive explosion and seeing smoke rising from the valley. Nagano Prefecture police only responded by saying it was 'due to a gas leak explosion.'"

Agence France-Presse's report directly discussed the "Ganges Superman" label that went viral on social media.

The article stated: ""Ganges Superman" is widely discussed on social media worldwide. Some view it as evidence of superior Indian physique, while others worry this attention could lead to stereotypes against Indian communities."

"This situation contradicts our long-held advocacy of anti-racial discrimination and diversity, the great French credo, but the video cannot be Photoshopped—could it be that a so-called superior race truly exists?"

"This is Agence France-Presse; we will pay special attention to subsequent developments!"

BB's report focused on international law: "The Japanese government faces dual pressure from the United States and India—both countries have formally submitted extradition requests. The U. S. side hopes to transfer the suspect to a U. S. military facility in Japan for 'special assessment,' reasoning that 'the suspect may be involved in transnational biological experiments.' The Indian side insists the suspect is an Indian citizen and demands his extradition back to India for trial."

"Foreign Minister Isayama of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs stated they are 'carefully studying the relevant requests.'"

In the live broadcast, the anchor read the lead-in with a clearly confused tone: "An Indian dispatched worker, a baseball bat, over a dozen fully armed police, multiple bullets ineffective? Is this tokusatsu or……some kind of nasty joke? Are the Japanese police covering up their own incompetence? Or have they truly encountered an invincible existence?"

"From the video recording, we see that multiple members of the Special Mission Division, the ace department of the Metropolitan Police, were injured. Currently, Chief Medical Examiner Uesugi Muneyuki of the Special Mission Division is taking over the investigation, perhaps we should wait for a result."

At that very moment when the outside world was paying endless attention, at noon that day, the prisoner transport convoy departed from Nagano Prefecture, traveling along the Chuo Expressway toward Tokyo. Three prisoner trucks separately transported Vikram, the Elephant Person, and the Lion Person (although they had already recovered human form, the police had not yet fully confirmed their identities), while the Cheetah Person's corpse was placed in a dedicated transport vehicle of the Forensic Identification Division.

Two police cars led and trailed the convoy, and at every prefectural boundary along the route, local police had cleared the way in advance.

Around 2:00 PM, the convoy arrived in Tokyo. Vikram and others were handed over to the special detention facility of the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department, while the Cheetah Person's corpse was sent to the mortuary of the Tokyo Metropolitan Medical Examiner's Office.

Uesugi Muneyuki did not follow the prisoner truck to the Public Security Bureau.

He let Okada Masayoshi handle the aftermath of the Special Investigation Headquarters, then he and Yamada Nanase returned directly to the Metropolitan Police Department.

He sat in his office for a while, washed his face, changed into a clean set of clothes, then went downstairs toward the Medical Examiner's Office. He needed to see the Cheetah Person's dead soul before the official report came out.

The Cheetah Person's corpse was placed in Cabinet No. 3 of the cold storage.

Uesugi Muneyuki pushed open the metal cabinet door and pulled out the stainless steel tray.

Under the white cloth lay a body that had been blown apart and then re-sutured.

D, Godai Yusuke really went heavy-handed!

Uesugi Muneyuki stared at the corpse, wanting to stick out his tongue, but he held back.

The Forensic Identification Division personnel had already done preliminary treatment, piecing together the shattered fragments and sewing them into a human shape with thick thread along the cracks. But those sutures crawled like spiderwebs over the entire corpse, and beneath each stitch lay skin, muscle, and bone fragments torn through by penetration and shockwaves.

Uesugi Muneyuki put on gloves, lifted a corner of the white cloth, and exposed the corpse's head.

The Cheetah Person's face was blown beyond recognition, the lower jaw bone shattered on one side, the remaining half of the face pulled by sutures, presenting an unnatural distortion.

He placed his hand on that cold forehead, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into that tranquil depth.

He didn't even know what this guy's name was.

But fortunately, the Qinghui Stone was glowing, proving this guy had a grievance.

This guy actually thought he was wronged?!

Well, let's listen, then, to what exactly happened!

Uesugi Muneyuki actually also really wanted to know exactly how he got fat four.

The Cheetah Person's dead soul was indeed still there.

It had been blown into too many pieces—not just the physical body, but the integrity of the soul had also suffered extreme damage, so it was fragmented, but to some extent it still preserved the Cheetah Person's voice echoing in Uesugi's consciousness; his Japanese was only at level three, his English had a curry flavor, and with great difficulty he mixed in broken Japanese words to piece together that night's events again.

"What exactly happened?"

………That night, we drank alcohol. At a small bar in Minato Ward, we drank for a long time. When we came out, it was already very late, we walked along that road beside the industrial zone, trying to take a shortcut back to the dormitory. Then she appeared. She was alone, wearing a hoodie, walking unsteadily. We originally didn't want to bother her. But she saw us. She glanced at us."

"Who is that person? Hirate?" Uesugi Muneyuki asked.

The Cheetah Person completely ignored Uesugi Muneyuki's question, he just continued speaking.

"That kind of look, we've seen too many times in India—upper castes look at us like that. She said, she said, she said to us, saying Pjee, big shit, Indian stinky wild dog, stinky overseas, actually came to Japan to beg for food? Japan really sucks, how does it accept every foreigner's shit? Seeing you makes me feel disgusted!"

Hmm.

Uesugi Muneyuki raised his eyebrows; this indeed sounded like something Hirate would say.

Hirate didn't even like him much, let alone this group of stinky foreign Indians.

"Then you guys just attacked him?"

"At the time we still had reservations. We knew we couldn't cause trouble, or we'd lose our jobs. But she kept talking. She walked closer, looking at us with that look." The Cheetah Person said: "Then, she said……she…"

Saying this, even the Cheetah Person's face showed an expression of extreme humiliation: "She said……"

"What exactly did she say?"

"She said, she said……she said, anyway no hostess club would welcome you guys smelling of curry Pjee, right? You guys pay triple and they still don't welcome you, right? Trash trash!" The Cheetah Person said resentfully, his face showing an expression of extreme hatred.

"Is what she said true?" Uesugi Muneyuki swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Is this attack power a bit too strong?

And Japan really is like that—even the bubble bath girls in hostess clubs have taste!

Indians suck!

This sentence truly pierced every Indian present!

"It's true……" the Cheetah Person said: "We got angry because hostess clubs really dislike us, we went up to confront her, and she said……you guys know who I am? Dare to touch me? I'm a national idol. Try touching me, tomorrow your visas will be canceled! You're dead meat!"

Uesugi Muneyuki: "?"

The Cheetah Person's voice broke almost beyond hearing on the last few words: "Vikram moved first. He grabbed her arm. I saw the expression on his face—that greedy, starving look I'd never seen before. Then she just collapsed. Then everything went out of control, we were originally just……just……

"Especially repressed." Uesugi Muneyuki spoke those words for him.

Afterward, even Uesugi Muneyuki himself felt embarrassed by this answer.

This, this can be publicly announced as the truth?