Chapter 807

As Kashiwagi Jin wished, the next day, Kashiwagi Misa found Uesugi Muneyuki.

"Date-kun, Maeda-kun, come to my office for a moment. And Kai-kun, you too."

A few minutes later, Date Nagamune, Maeda Toshihide, and Kai Toru squeezed into Uesugi Muneyuki's not-so-large analysis room. The three people saw Kashiwagi Misa sitting there, and they all froze for a moment.

Date Nagamune was the first to react, politely nodding his head: "Kashiwagi Keichō, long time no see."

Maeda Toshihide also greeted them, and Kai Toru gave a slight bow from behind.

Kashiwagi Misa stood up, nodded at them, said "Sorry to disturb you," then took the file folder and stepped aside, but did not leave. Uesugi Muneyuki briefly explained the situation. The speeding bank robbery case, the clues of that Cadillac pointed to a former Self-Defense Forces mechanic named Konodo Fumihiko, and this person's background needed someone to analyze.

He looked at Date Nagamune: "Date, you are from the Self-Defense Forces, you come and tell everyone, what is the situation inside the Self-Defense Forces now." Date Nagamune's expression became somewhat subtle.

He was silent for a few seconds, organized his words, then spoke: "The situation in the Self-Defense Forces, how to put it……not good." Maeda Toshihide glanced at him, and for once did not pick up the conversation.

"The treatment is low, really low." Date Nagamune counted on his fingers: "A Land Sergeant Major, take-home pay is just over three hundred thousand a month, about the same as a regular company employee. But regular company employees don't have to be on call 24 hours a day, don't have to participate in drills, don't have to go to disaster relief in windy weather." "Date is telling the truth." Maeda Toshihide held back a laugh.

"Social status is not high either, some people think the Self-Defense Forces are just 'remnants of the pre-war military,' walking down the street in uniform will get people pointing behind your back. Political status is even less mentionable, Article Nine of the Constitution presses there, whether the Self-Defense Forces are really a military or not, this question has been argued for decades without resolution." Date Nagamune complained.

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat helpless: "So inside the Self-Defense Forces, there is a very common emotion—one of resentment. Clearly doing the work of defending home and country, but treatment not as good as civil servants, status not as good as company employees, and still being called by some people 'war forces,' 'threat to peace.' This emotion accumulates over time, and then……"

"Are you really defending home and country?" Kai Toru couldn't help but complain.

"I think I am!" Date Nagamune showed a determined gaze: "In the Records of the Three Kingdoms, Lü Bu once said, soldiers, must have backbone!"

"Get to the point." Uesugi Muneyuki shook his head.

Date Nagamune glanced at Kai Toru, then at Maeda Toshihide, finally taking back his gaze: "Then they will go to extremes. There are not a few people in the Self-Defense Forces, especially young Self-Defense officials, who, after returning to the dormitory at night with nothing to do, just watch videos. Not watching entertainment programs, but watching political commentary. There is a channel called 'Observer Network' that specializes in that kind of—how to say it—grand narrative content, videos are very long, often two or three hours at a stretch, but they watch them intently. The more they watch, the more excited they get, the more they watch, the more they feel like victims, the more they watch, the more they feel this country owes them." "The frustration from a whole day of training needs to be relieved by watching these two or three hours of 'Observer Network' at night, this is also a kind of cycle……"

But Date is different, he watches little idols, he chases stars.

Maeda Toshihide couldn't help but interject: "Is it that kind of 'Japan was bullied by the United States, bullied by Germany, bullied by the whole world, we must stand up' discourse?"

"Yes, pretty much that." Date Nagamune nodded: "And they especially like mocking foreigners. Seeing India, they say India is dirty and chaotic; seeing Europe, they say Europe is white-left holy mother; seeing the United States, they say the United States has racial discrimination. Anyway, except Japan, the whole world is trash. After watching a lot, they will produce an illusion of 'only we are the best,' 'only we can save this country.'"

"Many people have said, if we let the army go into the mountains once a year, there wouldn't be so much corruption and capitalist exploitation." Date Nagamune shook his head: "Although there is some truth to that, but……this is impossible! I know these people's combat power, they are the kind who wouldn't even shed a drop of blood, if you really said go out and fight a Japanese black bear, they would instead be afraid to death, still scolding their superiors, saying this is persecution against them."

Uesugi Muneyuki listened, his fingers lightly tapping twice on the desk: "The army is naturally a place where the strong rule, inherently right-leaning, this is very normal. The problem is, whether this tendency has been controlled."

Date Nagamune shook his head: "Cannot be controlled. The people above are also promoted from below, when they were young they also watched these things, also felt resentful. When they reach management positions, they say with their mouths 'we are just civil servants after all,' but what they really think in their hearts, who knows." The office fell silent for a while.

Kashiwagi Misa stood in the corner, listening quietly, her expression unchanged, but the fingers holding the file folder tightened slightly. Uesugi Muneyuki stood up, walked to the window, looking at the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department outside, the sunlight was good, several patrol cars neatly parked there, the emergency lights on the roofs reflecting dazzling light.

"The army naturally leans right, if not controlled and suppressed, it will naturally evolve into warlords, fiefdoms, military cliques, and finally the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms." He turned around, looking at the few people in the office: "Before the war, this was the path taken. The Kwantung Army went rogue, the Control Faction and Imperial Way Faction fought internally, the Army Ministry and General Staff Headquarters tore each other apart—every step was 'natural evolution,' every step no one felt anything wrong. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was already Li Mei Barbecue."

No one spoke.

Discussing these things inside the Metropolitan Police Department is actually politically incorrect, Uesugi Muneyuki himself is a Tokyo University Doctor, which is fine, Japanese universities are old left-wing strongholds, Uesugi occasionally saying something is no problem, but these civil servants really shouldn't talk about these sensitive issues, civil servants by nature should be neutral, stance is the politicians' business.

Uesugi Muneyuki walked back to his desk.

"Before it was the far left," he muttered to himself: "Red Goldfinch, Honda Atsuhito, thirty years ago blew up the bank, kidnapped and tore apart the woman of Lawmaker Kurokawa. Now it's the far right's turn? Self-Defense Forces-origin mechanics providing information to bank robbery gangs, speeding drivers making fools of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Left side bombed, right side robbed, what on earth has happened to this country?"

TMD, how did the country become like this?

Kai Toru stood aside, not knowing what to say in response.

He crossed his arms, softly saying: "Uesugi Chief, what should we do next?"

Uesugi Muneyuki wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, still shook his head: "Don't rush for now."

He looked out the window at Tokyo, the sky gray and overcast, clouds pressed low, as if about to rain, or as if rain had already passed.

Chrysanthemum, crane, star, involving this field, can be said to be taboo among taboos, and moreover, if we want to investigate the Self-Defense Forces, it will inevitably involve public security police and politics.

The far left bombed, the far right began to rob.

Between left and right, is the silent majority, and he is merely a forensic pathologist, able only to find answers on corpses, but crimes committed by the living are far more complex than those of the dead.

Don't be afraid, Old Ren!

I will help you!!!