Chapter 435: The Widow Yamada Nanase

Tokyo, Uesugi Era Year 3, March 1st.

A grand police funeral will be held on this day.

Early in the morning, Uesugi Muneyuki got up and prepared; a Japanese-style funeral and a Western-style funeral are largely the same, and he is not the protagonist today, so he simply changed into a black suit.

Worth mentioning, Ikeda Erena and Watanabe Minami did not wear funeral kimono, but both changed into black suit skirt sets with black 40-denier pantyhose and black high heels.

But this funeral suit looks especially erotic on Erena, while on Minami it looks like... a child.

"Who are you calling a child! Kora!!!" Minami, hearing Uesugi Muneyuki's assessment, waved her small fists in a fluster: "This Minami is a Superintendent! A 24-year-old frontline Superintendent with real power at the Metropolitan Police Department! Hikawa~, take him down!"

"Take him down?" Ikeda Erena froze, didn't understand, then clearly thought wrong, a blush rising on her face, recalling the scene last night when trying on clothes, her black-silk beautiful legs wrapped around Uesugi Muneyuki's waist.

"Mr. Uesugi, Minami-neesan, breakfast is ready!" At this moment, Saito Asuka's appearance interrupted the topic; she cheerfully brought up three portions of breakfast.

Uesugi Muneyuki's breakfast was Hokkaido snow crab legs with Matsuzaka wagyu beef rice bowl paired with miso soup and exquisite side dishes; Watanabe Minami's breakfast was tuna loin and pan-fried cod paired with winter melon soup and exquisite side dishes; Ikeda Erena's was Korean-style breakfast, mixed grains + kimchi + seasoned bellflower root + soybean paste soup + glass noodle blood sausage.

"Not bad, Asuka, your cooking skills are really getting better and better!" Uesugi Muneyuki had only eaten a few bites before he couldn't help but praise.

"As long as Mr. Uesugi likes it." Saito Asuka's favorite thing is Uesugi Muneyuki's praise; the girl was very happy.

"As expected of Asuka-chan, looking at this she'll soon become an excellent housewife, ready to marry!" Minami Ojou-sama also said mischievously: "Want Neesan to arrange it for you?"

"Minami-neesan~ I'm not going anywhere!" Asuka knew Minami was joking with her, and couldn't help but pout.

Only Erena had a dark face, just feeling the Korean breakfast in her mouth was really hard to swallow.

"Speaking of which, today's police funeral, Yamada's wife will come too, aiya, truly pitiful." Minami Ojou-sama looked at the all-capable Asuka, thought of the martyred Inspector Yamada Yuki's wife, and couldn't help but sigh: "Newlyweds not even a year, and this happened."

"I heard she seems to be called Yamada Nanase?" Ikeda Erena couldn't help but say: "Kikuchi-san isn't married yet, but police marrying this early is rare."

"Mm, they say Yamada Nanase is a full-time housewife, the whole family relied on Yamada-san's 5.5 million yen annual salary to live." Minami Ojou-sama nodded: "Currently the department plans to specially recruit her as a bereaved martyr's family member into clerical desk duty, probably placed in General Affairs or Police Affairs; I think give it to Meisa-nee to handle."

Give it to Kashiwagi Misa?

Uesugi Muneyuki's facial muscles twitched once, didn't say more.

A newly hired desk duty female officer's annual income is about 4.5 million yen; at the same time Yamada Nanase can also receive 60% of her husband's salary every year for 20 years, this is already a large sum, combined it's even not less than his own.

In this aspect, the Metropolitan Police Department's condolence system is relatively good.

Watanabe Minami, as a Superintendent, annual income is only about 10 million yen, take-home about 7.3 million.

The three finished breakfast; Saito Asuka wearing an apron, hands hanging down, smiled and saw the three to the door, softly wishing them a smooth journey, simply more wife-like than a wife.

This couldn't help but make Watanabe Minami and Ikeda Erena sigh.

Truly same person, different fate!

……………………

That morning, severe winter, dawn.

Tokyo Aoyama Funeral Hall.

A full 4000 police officers formed ranks outside the funeral hall.

The navy blue police uniform ocean and the jet black suit formation each occupied half, while the blue-clothed sea at the funeral site and the jet black mountain of suits mixed together, simply half seawater, half flame.

Like a silent volcano.

Every police officer's face bore a furious expression, eyes and movements filled with uncontrollable rage.

Were Inspector Yamada Yuki and Inspector Kikuchi Fūma really killed by the Ghost Guest?

Absolutely not!

The true killers of the two Inspectors are this corrupt system, the countless worms within this department, the problematic bulletproof vests, and even more this country!

Over 4000 police officers spontaneously arrived, uniformed police lined from the mourning hall to the street end, extending over 1 kilometer, all with black mourning bands on left arms, chest badges covered with black cloth strips (symbolizing martyrdom).

Both sides of the spirit platform piled high with problematic bulletproof vests sent from police everywhere, reaching two meters high!

Each vest's heart position marked with red paint showing penetration holes and "unqualified" stamps.

These "paper armor" are like sin-evidence torture instruments buried with Yamada and Kikuchi.

When Yamada and Kikuchi's families appeared, all uniformed police on site bowed simultaneously — this is the police's highest salute to comrades.

Just then, Yamada Nanase appeared.

This widow of Inspector Yamada wore a simple, unadorned black knee-length dress; her round doll-like face had lost its former rosy vitality, appearing exceptionally pale, with obvious blue-black shadows under her eyes, traces left by continuous weeping and lack of sleep. Under untrimmed brows, a pair of signature large eyes were now horribly red and swollen, long eyelashes wetly stuck together, tears silently sliding down, leaving clear wet tracks on her pale cheeks, washing away the already thin foundation. Her small nose tip was also red from frequent wiping.

Soft fluffy brown short hair had lost its usual careful styling, hanging somewhat messily on both sides of her cheeks, a few strands wet with tears stuck to her skin. She habitually kept her head slightly lowered, hands powerlessly clasped before her, fingers unconsciously twisting a white handkerchief already wrinkled from kneading.

Her small lips pressed tightly together, occasionally trembling slightly, as if desperately suppressing surging grief. Even in this extreme sorrow, her petite frame and gentle facial lines still revealed a nearly childish soft-cute quality, but this innate cuteness was now completely shrouded by heavy grief, appearing exceptionally fragile.

Her gaze vacantly looked toward someplace, unfocused, filled with bottomless sorrow and a bewildered helplessness toward a future that had suddenly collapsed.

That bewilderment made her whole person appear even smaller and more helpless; under the pairing of simple black high heels and black stockings, the widow quietly stood before the coffin, her figure ethereal like a fat pigeon that might be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji, Deputy Superintendent Ooyama Ren, Criminal Investigation Department Chief Uchimura Kanji and other Metropolitan Police Department high-level officials came before her, bowed deeply to her and Kikuchi Inspector's family behind her, their figures trembling.

"Red bean paste... shi-mi-ma-sai-de-su-ta!"

However the widow had no reaction; she just gazed blankly into the distance, at Tokyo's severe cold sky, at the ocean of thousands before her, at the end of the long road.

Yuki is dead... what will become of this family, what will become of me?

At this moment, the Special Mission Unit in the crowd, Uesugi Muneyuki and the others couldn't help but look a few more times at this widow; then he suddenly heard Date Nagamune behind him blankly say in a low voice to Kai Toru: "I've fallen in love."

"Huh???" Kai Toru was stunned by this line: "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I said, I've fallen in love!" Date Nagamune said excitedly: "Yamada-san's wife, so beautiful!"

"You're not pursuing your Second Young Lady, Mai-sama, and Xiao Ying anymore?" Kai Toru couldn't help but retort.

"Of course still pursuing, but they can't stop me from rushing toward someone better, right?" Date Nagamune looked eager to try: "Hey, Kai, do you think I can win this widow?"

"Don't know if you can win her, but if you don't behave, I'll dispatch an armored vehicle to send you to heaven." Uesugi Muneyuki said to Date Nagamune with a smile.

The Uwajima Date Family's legitimate son only then shivered, came to his senses, saw colleagues all looking at him with disdainful eyes, hurriedly shook his head.

However the surrounding police officers' gazes were indeed all attracted by the widow Yamada Nanase.

Uesugi Muneyuki thought this is probably what they mean by "want to look pretty, wear mourning clothes"?

Interesting~

Chapter End