Chapter 208

That evening, the Forensic Beauty walked with heavy steps and slowly took the train back to the place where she was temporarily living.

Satomi Mikoto, or rather, after giving up her husband's surname and changing it back to Ishihara Mikoto, the Forensic Beauty finally decided to seize this opportunity to join the Tokyo Medical and Dental University; although this did not quite fit her goal of living independently and focusing on her career after divorce, the premise of female independence lies in being able to be economically independent, and the premise of being able to focus on a career is having a career!

Currently working everywhere as a dispatched employee, serving as a contract doctor for small clinics, and having to moonlight to examine corpses from time to time, there is absolutely no prospect or career in that!

This point was something Ishihara Mikoto had never thought of.

She married very early; after graduating from the Osaka University School of Medicine in forensic medicine, she had only worked in Osaka for a year when she met her ex-husband, for whom she gave up her career (though it could be said that forensic medicine was not much of a career to begin with) and followed her ex-husband's job transfer to Gunma Prefecture.

However, life after marriage was not as beautiful as she had imagined; her husband's work was very busy and very boring, the two had no common topics, and the husband who once swore that he "would support his other half's dreams" was eventually discovered to have just copied sentences from "Practical Manual for Men's Matchmaking."

Out of compromise, Mikoto chose to serve as a school doctor at Tokiwa High School in Gunma Prefecture, hoping to support her husband in the greatest way possible through this method, but her husband wanted her to be a full-time housewife; every day when Ishihara Mikoto returned home, her husband would only lie on the sofa waiting for her to cook, the laundry basket would be piled high with clothes, the table would be a mess, and even so, her husband would repeatedly complain about how hard work was, telling Mikoto to be a full-time housewife, and would even righteously state, "I am a regular executive, of course you do it, should I do it?"

The escalating verbal violence made it difficult for Mikoto to endure; she was once a promising doctor from Osaka University, and she had already made great concessions for the family, but all of this was not what she had wished for, and to be fair, her housework skills were indeed not very good.

Fortunately, her husband was very busy with work and actually did not care about his wife's emotions at all, just wanting to vent his unhappiness at work, and the two sides maintained a very fragile balance.

The turning point occurred when Mikoto accidentally discovered her husband's infidelity, and the object of the infidelity was actually a dispatched female employee at her husband's company; besides being young and pretty, all this temporary worker did was point out that her husband's button had fallen off, say she would help him sew it back on, and then take him home, where they naturally had a physical relationship.

Mikoto could not understand why her husband's infidelity was so natural and so easy; she did not understand where she was inferior to that temporary dispatched employee who was not as pretty as her and did not earn as much as her.

The two sides broke into an argument, which then evolved into a physical altercation, and in the struggle, her husband finally told the truth.

"Compared to her, you are not a wife at all, you are not even like a woman!"

Mikoto finally understood the essence of this marriage.

Thus, the two sides agreed to divorce; after the divorce, Mikoto cried loudly, got drunk and returned home, but went to the wrong floor, forcibly knocked open the door of Uesugi Muneyuki downstairs, and even went up to lay hands on Uesugi Muneyuki, who was still just a high school student.

Everything happened in such an inexplicable yet logical way; Mikoto was furious after waking up, but she soon realized that she was already divorced, and out of a certain sense of revenge, she also got into it.

If she really called the police, the police would definitely arrest her.

After fooling around like this for a week, Uesugi Muneyuki's confession instead awakened her reason; she began to realize the baseness of her desire for revenge and the malice of playing with the feelings of a pure young boy, so she chose to leave without saying goodbye.

The only thing Mikoto did not expect was that jobs in Tokyo were particularly hard to find; unless they were fresh graduates, hospitals were unwilling to hire female doctors, as women in the nineties and the millennium had already cut down all the trees for their successors by constantly causing trouble, looking for excuses of sexual harassment by superiors everywhere, either getting pregnant immediately after joining, or causing trouble to apply for a transfer immediately after joining a niche and arduous position.

With no other choice, Ishihara Mikoto could only work as a dispatched employee in some small clinics in the western Tama area outside the 23 wards of Tokyo, with contracts signed for two or three years at a time, and this was only because she had forensic skills and could help with autopsies and examining corpses.

So in the end, it still turned out like this; the poor forensic sister sold her body to exchange for a job position from her celebrity younger brother.

Damn it, what has he experienced all these years?

Ishihara Mikoto got off the train, and her whole face had a glow and a smile.

Because the salary of a dispatched employee is very low, Ishihara Mikoto can now only live in an attic above an oden shop.

This oden shop is named "Shiba Taisho," the owner is named Shiba Taisho, and the old couple are both very good people.

When Ishihara Mikoto lifted the door curtain, the owner was giving change to a regular customer: "Hi, here is 114.514 yen change! Rounded up to 120 yen!"

"Shouldn't rounding up be 110 yen?" the regular customer laughed: "It's just ten yen, no need to give change!"

"That won't do, if it weren't for everyone constantly taking care of the shop's business, we might have gone out of business long ago!" the owner said with a smile.

"I'm home~"

"Oh, oh~ welcome back!" The owner and his wife, as well as a large row of regular customers sitting at the bar, most of whom were middle-aged and elderly men, greeted her together, each one of them very kind.

Anyone familiar with Japan knows that people in Tokyo are really cold, but in these neighborhoods in the Tama area where the economy is lagging, once people get to know each other, Japanese people are actually quite warm.

"How did the interview go?" the owner said casually.

"It might have worked out~" Ishihara Mikoto smiled triumphantly: "I'm finally going to be hired!"

"Oh?! Really? Little Mikoto, it seems like you said that last time too." The owner laughed loudly: "Dinner is almost ready, why don't you eat with us today?"

"Okay, and I want a big bowl with extra green onions and an egg!" The Forensic Beauty tossed her head stylishly and went straight upstairs.

"Remember to wash your hands!"

Going upstairs and unlocking the attic door, what came into view was a very small attic room of no more than ten square meters, but it was fully equipped with a kitchen, bathroom, bed, sofa, and refrigerator; in the narrow room, there was a specially placed vanity, a row of succulents on the windowsill, colorful fashion clothes hanging everywhere in the house, and besides that, one wall was half-filled with fashion magazines and half-filled with various forensic medicine books and dissection files, with bookmarks and colorful sticky notes inserted inside.

Kicking off her high-heeled shoes, Ishihara Mikoto sat on the sofa, put away her smile, and drifted off in a daze, feeling the lingering, moving aftertaste in her body.

She also did not know if her choice was right, but people are ultimately realistic.

Marriage?

Heh, this thing is just too luxurious for me!

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Two days later, Sakuradamon, Kasumigaseki, Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

With soft, slightly curly brown hair draped over her shoulders, a well-defined melon-seed face, long eyelashes paired with clear, beautiful eyes flickering, and slightly thick, pink, moist cherry lips under a delicate, small nose, Ishihara Mikoto arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department as scheduled to report for duty.

She was wearing an elegant, literary, American-style intellectual dress in pale lime yellow, with a black leather jacket draped over it; her curvaceous figure and well-proportioned chest were highlighted to the fullest by the fashion, and ultra-thin flesh-colored silk stockings wrapped around her long, fair, jade-like legs inside high-heeled shoes, outlining perfect leg shapes; she was truly both fair and sexy.

The Forensic Beauty attracted the attention of everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department as soon as she appeared.

Japanese people have always emphasized commonality and uniformity; in front of the lobby of the Metropolitan Police Department, there were either police officers from the headquarters wearing standard office uniforms or people wearing proper suits coming to handle business, and at this moment, Ishihara Mikoto was the only one in the whole place wearing flashy fashion.

Who is she? What is she here for?

However, Ishihara Mikoto directly ignored all the gazes and went to the front desk inquiry counter very naturally: "Hello, I am Ishihara Mikoto and I have an appointment! May I ask how to get to Investigation Division 1?"

All these years, I have graduated and become unemployed, married and divorced, moved around everywhere; what kind of big storms and waves have I not seen? I am now living only for myself!

"Eh? Eh!" The two female office police officers at the front desk were stunned; they were dazed for several seconds before they said where Investigation Division 1 was.

"Thank you~ Also, please take care of me from today on!" After asking, Ishihara Mikoto reached out to the two front desk staff: "Please take care of me!"

"Take... care." The two female police officers at the front desk did not understand at all.

What on earth is this woman here for?

But Ishihara Mikoto had already clicked away stylishly in her high-heeled shoes.

Following the elevator to the upper floors, Ishihara Mikoto walked with curiosity through the carpeted, solemn-colored corridor, and the teams of people in suits and office police officers coming and going along the way could not help but look at her.

Until she walked to the entrance of Investigation Division 1, Ishihara Mikoto was secretly shocked, thinking, is this the facade of the Metropolitan Police Department, the last line of defense protecting Tokyo, the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1 that specializes in handling various major homicide cases?

From now on, she would be working here!

Whoosh, the sensor door sounded, and inside, a large crowd of people in suits were sitting at their respective workstations discussing problems, and just at this moment, Ishihara Mikoto strode in and shouted very loudly: "Excuse me!"

All the police officers at the scene, the First Subsection, Second Division, Third Subsection, Fourth Unit, and so on, a whole bunch of people in suits, all stopped what they were doing and looked at her with strange expressions.

No one to lead the way or make an introduction? Breaking directly into Investigation Division 1? What is this woman here for?

"Hello everyone, I am the Forensic Assistant for the Special Investigation Division who will be working with you all starting today. My name is Ishihara Mikoto, please treat me well!"

After speaking, the Forensic Beauty gave a deep bow, the kind where one bends at a ninety-degree angle.

As a result, after she finished speaking, everyone in Investigation Division 1 looked as if they had seen a ghost, shifting their gazes away one after another to continue with their own tasks.

"Eh?!" Ishihara Mikoto was stunned.

How is this seemingly not quite what she had imagined?

Wasn't it said that Uesugi was the ace of the Metropolitan Police Department? Wasn't it said that the Special Investigation Division was the trump card of Investigation Division 1?

Why is everyone so cold?

And besides, where is he?

No one paid her any mind; everyone was very busy.

At this moment, Police Inspector Shiratori Sho of the Second Division finally could not bear to watch any longer; he handed his documents to an Assistant and said very politely, "Um..."

"Hm?!" Ishihara Mikoto wanted to leave a good impression on these elites of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Um, the Special Investigation Division is not located here..."

"Ah?!"

(End of chapter)