Chapter 569: , a thousand-mile rush to aid Uesugi Muneyuki!

PS: This case actually has a prototype, and in reality, they did even more abstract stuff^

When it was late at night, Chief Sugimoto Ukyo's antique Citroën, Advisor Kobe Takashi's GTR, and Chief Uesugi Muneshige's Lexus were parked in front of the Shizuoka Prefectural Police Headquarters, and he immediately knew he had arrived too late: "Oh no!"

Waiting for them was the silent Chief Oshima, the emotionally broken Councilor Kurokawa and his wife, and Kashiwagi Jin, who kept punching the wall in anger.

Kashiwagi Jin won—he achieved case-solving speed comparable to Uesugi Muneshige using only an elite small team, while Uesugi had mobilized nationwide resources!

In terms of case resolution time, this was an outright, comprehensive victory—a total win for Kashiwagi Jin over Uesugi Muneshige.

Yet, this result—was actually a complete failure!

In the end, he protected nothing!

Compared to Uesugi Muneshige's perfect, flawless conclusion, Kashiwagi Jin's outcome was nothing short of utter defeat.

"Can I see the body?" Kashiwagi Jin briefly briefed the arriving Uesugi Muneshige and others on the case details. The brutality and perversity of the outcome shocked and angered several officers on site, and even Uesugi Muneshige narrowed his eyes and frowned before asking.

"Procedure-wise, it's not entirely proper, but the Shizuoka Prefectural Police will surely make some allowances, right?" Kobe Takashi, Public Security Affairs Officer of the National Police Agency, said very "friendly" to the Shizuoka Prefectural Police.

"Of course!" The Shizuoka Prefectural Police also felt deeply disappointed about this "complete failure of a successful case resolution."

Unfortunately, this was already a solved case.

Uesugi Muneshige successfully awakened the dead spirit of Uno Yukiko, but this was already a solved case.

In fact, shortly after being kidnapped, Yukiko had already been killed, and she had nothing more to say.

At this time, Kashiwagi Jin also informed Uesugi Muneshige about the follow-up investigation into Taguchi Jun'nosuke.

Taguchi Jun'nosuke and his childhood friend both entered Keio University, but he could only attend the ordinary Toyo University. With lighter coursework and plenty of free time, he encountered many far-left ideologies. Having always deeply resented being the "son of a driver," these ideas gave him a perfect excuse and reason to fully vent his resentment and anger.

Of course, at this time, Taguchi could still endure, because he still believed he could marry the councilor's daughter. Although he had been deprived of the "nobleman" life, if Councilor Kurokawa could give him "compensation" (meaning marriage to Yukiko), he could still forgive the "corrupt establishment" for its "oppression and exploitation" of him.

"What on earth has he learned?!" Kashiwagi Jin angrily said to Uesugi Muneshige.

"This is also normal—human DNA is written with selfish and violent genes. Humans are best at justifying their actions beforehand and finding excuses afterward." Uesugi Muneshige remained calm, nodded, and said with a complex gaze: "Everyone wants to find a noble excuse to legally and reasonably unleash violence and interfere in others' affairs, or at least to morally judge and shame others."

"Whether it's witch hunts, selfless devotion, jihad, or whatever he calls eliminating non-nationals to cleanse chaos and corruption, or his so-called revolution, they all share similarities to some extent." Uesugi Muneshige sighed: "You know, the people of this country are naturally repressed, and when repression reaches its peak, they easily turn to extremes. No wonder Emperor Wen of Han, Liu Huff Sound, after ascending the throne, said we must guard against the right—but mainly against the left."

"Taguchi's resentment is purely personal, but he had to find a rationalization for it—and the Red Goldfinch gave him that." Uesugi Muneshige shook his head repeatedly: "The feeling of depriving others of life and property under the banner of justice is simply too exhilarating."

"Ma Sheng probably never imagined such a day would come." Kashiwagi Jin deeply agreed with Uesugi Muneshige's view, and of course knew Taguchi had nothing to do with any so-called "revolution," but he couldn't help saying: "As for his hatred toward the councilor's family for being unattainable, I recall that Bakunin of the First International kept asking whether becoming part of the ruling class still counted as being proletariat—didn't that break Ma Sheng's defenses, leading to his expulsion from the First International?"

"Ah, you mean this?" Uesugi Muneshige heard this and shook his head repeatedly: "Though not entirely wrong, it's too one-sided. Bakunin was expelled from the First International by Ma Sheng mainly because he turned toward anarchism—believing all governments and parties should be abolished, and that the First International should have no authority, only serve as a loose liaison."

"However, although Bakunin said this with his mouth, in reality he was secretly forming underground societies, singing counter-tunes whenever Marx came up, even permitting terrorism and physical elimination of opponents. Ma Sheng finally couldn't take it and expelled him—and this actually led to the complete dissolution of the First International."

"Now I see." Kashiwagi Jin, after all, graduated from Tokyo University Law School: "I studied Marxist economics at Tokyo U—back then, it was considered great thought—but—"

"But now these people chant Marxist economics all day while carrying out terrorist attacks, making society instinctively associate those slogans with terrorists, right?" Uesugi Muneshige also said, somewhat awkwardly.

"—" The National Police Agency's two pillars stood in silent opposition.

"The Red Goldfinch surely still has accomplices." Kashiwagi Jin whispered, clenching his fists, his eyes bloodshot.

Uesugi Muneshige nodded, looking even more puzzled.

What is the relationship between the Red Goldfinch and the Saikawa Restoration Army?

If they are allies, then given their obvious lack of funding, how did the Saikawa Restoration Army manage to easily identify, plan, and kidnap these nobles' children?

This clearly requires ample funding, rich experience, precise organization, and strong support!

An organization needing Ōsumi River gold coins as explosives—doesn't sound like them!

Uesugi Muneshige then turned his gaze to that knife.

A Zwilling J. A. Henckels chef's knife.

Hmm, he remembered this was the third time the Zwilling knife had appeared.

Murder, dissection, dismemberment, cesarean section—only Zwilling! Red Goldfinch and the killer murderer Saiji Yasuke, authority-certified! Blade after blade of fire, home and travel murder and theft—always ready Zwilling!

But Zwilling probably doesn't want this kind of certification, maybe.

When Uesugi Muneshige and Kashiwagi Jin came out, Chief Sugimoto Ukyo of the First Investigation Division was wearing his immaculate suit, holding a cup of tea, standing silently before the one-way glass, listening to Taguchi Jun'nosuke's "grand discourse" on his crimes in the interrogation room.

Taguchi's face bore the arrogance of a martyr, speaking in clear, fervent tones: "—So, you don't get it? The Kurokawa family is the embodiment of the corrupt system! We didn't just eliminate a woman and an unformed fetus—we eliminated the dirty bloodline of the old world! This is the proletariat's most thorough, most just execution against the bourgeoisie! It is the necessary evil of revolution!"

The young detective's face turned white with rage, about to slam the table, when the interrogation room door was gently pushed open.

Sugimoto Ukyo entered, steps steady, face expressionless, only his eyes behind the lenses—like cold stars in a winter night—calmly reflecting Taguchi's figure.

He gestured for the young detective to leave first.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Sugimoto didn't sit down immediately, but first gently placed his tea cup on the corner of the table, then sat opposite Taguchi, fingertips lightly touching on the table.

"Taguchi-kun," Sugimoto's voice was as calm as stating a mathematical theorem, "I heard your earlier remarks. Please allow me, based on logic and facts, to analyze your 'justice theory' in several points."

Taguchi snorted, about to retort, but Sugimoto Ukyo continued, speaking slowly, each word carrying undeniable weight.

"First." Sugimoto raised one finger: "On the misuse of 'class'."

"You defined Councilor Kurokawa as 'bourgeois' and yourself as 'proletariat.' Then, tell me—was the salary he paid your father below market standard? Did he fund your education, offering care far beyond what an 'employer' would normally give? In any rational social model, is this 'oppression' or 'benevolent overflow'? You used this goodwill to gain information and convenience for your crime—this isn't class struggle, but the most despicable betrayal. Your actions tarnish the term 'class' as a sociological concept—it's merely a fig leaf for your personal resentment."

"Second." Sugimoto raised a second finger: "On 'revolution'."

"No matter the goal, the underlying logic of revolution is always to build a better society—or at least one its believers consider better. Your so-called 'revolution' brought what? A body brutally dismembered, a fetus turned into a specimen, a shattered family. This isn't revolution—it's terrorism, pure destruction to vent hatred. All great revolutionaries in history, if they knew in the afterlife, would feel ashamed to share the word 'revolution' with you."

"Third." Sugimoto raised a third finger: "On 'justice'. Your most absurd point is claiming to be 'justice.'" Sugimoto's voice remained calm, but the chill in it could freeze the air: "One core element of 'justice' is procedural and proportional fairness. Even in extreme war, mistreating POWs or massacring civilians is seen as unjust. Yet you, against a woman you've known since childhood who never harmed you, and against an unborn, absolutely innocent life, inflicted cruelty far beyond any civilized limit. You crowned this inhuman act with the name 'justice'—this is not only a second wound to the victims, but a blatant trampling of human reason and morality. Your 'justice' is nothing but the inner beast of envy and inferiority, dressed in a self-deceptive ideological cloak."

Sugimoto leaned forward slightly, his gaze pressing down on Taguchi like substance.

"So, Taguchi-kun, stop beautifying yourself with fancy words. You are not a revolutionary—you are a criminal.

Not a thinker, but a murderer. Your actions have nothing to do with any lofty ideal—they only concern your personal inability to cope with,

distorted failure and malice."

"What you carry out is not justice."

"What you represent is also not the proletariat."

"You, and your 'Red Goldfinch,' are merely the manifestation of human evil when rationality is lost—a particularly ugly and tragic concrete form."

"Criminals like you will never, never, never deserve forgiveness! Wait for the law to give you the punishment you deserve!"

After finishing, Sugishita Ukyo slowly stood up, picked up his cup of red tea that had already turned slightly cool, and without glancing at Taguchi Hito, who stood frozen in place with his face shifting from arrogance to a pallid hue, he left the interrogation room calmly, as if completing a routine logical deduction.

The door closed behind him, leaving only Taguchi Hito alone with his faith, which had just been thoroughly deconstructed and shattered, revealing its pale and hollow interior.

Sugishita Ukyo neither shouted nor threatened, but his critique grounded in absolute rationality was more destructive than any emotional rebuke; his words struck like a sledgehammer, leaving Taguchi Hito speechless.

"Let's go," Sugishita Ukyo said softly to Uesugi Muneyuki and Kashiwagi Jin: "What comes next will undoubtedly be fully taken over by the Public Security Police."

"Also, Uesugi, Kashiwagi—after handling such a major case, you two may need to lay low for a while."