Chapter 814

Hankyo Bridge Tower is really getting crowded.

Excluding Tei Reiji and Kashiwagi Misa and other external personnel, Uesugi Muneyuki's current few women alone have already made the 120 square meter Hankyo Bridge Tower feel a bit cramped.

Uesugi Muneyuki has been thinking about changing to a larger tower apartment, or moving closer to the Metropolitan Police Department, or in Bunkyo Ward here, closer to the University of Tokyo.

However, these damn days, how can housing prices be so expensive?

He had looked before, a 260 square meter penthouse tower apartment near the Metropolitan Police Department in Chiyoda Ward, that is, in Kasumigaseki, priced at 2 billion yen, and after adding various taxes and transfer fees and property fees and so on, he needs to prepare 2.3 billion yen!

So expensive!

Later he shifted his attention to this side of Bunkyo Ward, and he took a fancy to a 280 square meter penthouse tower apartment, priced at about 1.5 billion yen, with the landed price around 1.8 billion yen.

I can't afford that either!

Moreover, Japan still has property tax, property fees and various fees, overall speaking, if all fees are included, the annual expenditure of holding real estate in Japan is roughly 1%-1.5% of the property value.

Uesugi Muneyuki's current take-home annual income is only over 20 million yen, plus Minami Watanabe's take-home annual income of 10 million yen, the couple's combined salary surely can't spend half on real estate, can it?

Troublesome, but he does have a big gold bar in his hand, given by Honda Atsuhito, but it's only worth over 200 million yen, and selling a large amount of gold at this critical juncture……would easily arouse suspicion.

Unless he finds Mai Xuejie, but Japan is extremely strict about this kind of registration, Mai Xuejie certainly has money, but once discovered, it will affect his identity at the University of Tokyo and the Metropolitan Police Department.

Moreover, just as Lü Bu said in the Records of the Three Kingdoms: Forensic pathologist, you need to have backbone!

When Minami found Uesugi Muneyuki, it was already late at night.

The living room lights were off, Mai Xuejie and the others had all dispersed, only the wall lamp at the end of the corridor was still lit.

Minami leaned against the bedroom door frame, wearing a silk pajama, her hair scattered down, no makeup, her face showing that kind of fatigue that only appears at home, having let down all defenses, on her cute apple face, a pair of sweet almond eyes rippling with light.

Uesugi Muneyuki had just come out of the bathroom, his hair not yet dried, a towel draped over his shoulders, seeing her standing at the door, and Eririna not there, he knew she had something to say.

Otherwise Eririna would have come in together with Minami.

"Come in." He said, sitting on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him.

Minami walked over and sat down, silent for a few seconds, then spoke of another matter: "Father basically already has the position of Police Commissioner scheduled for next April."

Uesugi Muneyuki's hand drying his hair paused: "I know."

"He has been in the position of Superintendent General for nearly four years, originally he should have retired two years ago, but the higher-ups have kept him. These years, the cases you helped him solve, each one is a major case, a serious case, a key case, the media there has elevated you to a god, and also elevated him to 'wise leadership'. The Cabinet's evaluation of him is very high, so the position of Police Commissioner is basically his already."

Minami's voice was very calm, like stating a fact unrelated to herself, but Uesugi Muneyuki could hear that her heart was not calm. What does Watanabe Eiji taking the position of Police Commissioner mean? It means the Uesugi family's foundation in the police world is deeper, it means his position as an adopted son-in-law is more secure, it means Minami's weight as the principal wife is greater.

But at the same time it also means that Uesugi Muneyuki must continue solving cases, continue solving major cases, continue solving those cases that can let Watanabe Eiji sit firmly in the position of Police Commissioner.

"So," Uesugi Muneyuki draped the towel over his shoulder: "You want me to push performance again?"

Minami did not directly answer, just nodded her head.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her pajama, her voice softened a few points: "There is another matter."

Uesugi Muneyuki looked at her.

"I also want a child." She said, her voice very soft, soft as if afraid of being stolen by the air. Her face flushed slightly, not from shyness, but from unwillingness.

Why did Mikoto get pregnant first?

I, Uesugi Minami, the principal wife, the legal spouse, have been preparing for pregnancy for nearly a year, with no movement at all.

The doctor said she has no problem, Uesugi Muneyuki also has no problem, so where is the problem?

From now on, no giving to Eririna, not a single drop!

Every drop of Muneyuki's should belong to this young lady's mouth!

"Understood." Uesugi Muneyuki's voice interrupted her train of thought.

He looked at her, the corner of his mouth carrying a hint of a smile, not mockery, but that kind of "I understand you" smile: "Performance matters, I will think of a way. The matter of children……

He paused, reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her toward him: "I will strive, you also strive."

Minami leaned against his shoulder, pouting her lips without speaking.

"However," Uesugi Muneyuki suddenly smirked: "Your 'striving,' should it be added with something? Like, more stockings, high heels and such."

Minami's face "teng" turned red.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, stared at him, her eyes both shy and annoyed: "Uesugi Muneyuki, you've had enough! Don't I not wear it and you won't touch me? Are you marrying stockings and high heels or marrying me?"

"?" Uesugi Muneyuki looked innocent: "Wasn't it you yourself who said before, black stockings add attack speed, white stockings add critical hit, flesh-colored stockings add damage, gray stockings add endurance, and also colored stockings……"

"I never said that!" Minami interrupted him, her voice raised half a degree, but her ears were already completely red: "Clearly……it is……your own change, I merely……I merely summarized it!"

She stood up, grabbed the towel draped over his shoulder and threw it at him: "I will sooner or later be played to death by you! Let your Eririna Master wear it, this young lady only needs the last two thrusts, the last two thrusts with teeth!"

"Hahahaha~" The couple embraced, rolling around on the bed.

At this moment, Eririna had already changed into a full set of Red Vermilion Orchid Flamingo underwear, paired with Givenchy vintage non-stretch classic nylon suspender stockings, she blankly stared at Uesugi Muneyuki and Minami wrestling together.

"It seems I came at an untimely moment?"

"No, Rinachan, you came at just the right time, just the right time with teeth!"

End of September, Wuyu County.

In the first three days after the case occurred, the morale of the Kawaguchi Special Investigation Headquarters of Wuyu County Police was high.

Forty-three detectives were divided into eight teams, conducting a carpet-style sweep of the Matsumoto family's interpersonal relationship network.

From Matsumoto Yumi's husband, relatives, neighbors, friends, to the eldest daughter Ayano's classmates, club partners, SNS friends, then to the second daughter Yuka's homeroom teacher, cram school teacher, convenience store staff along the way to and from school, every single person who might have had contact with this family, all were included in the sweep list.

On the first day, they eliminated Matsumoto Kenichi.

He had a perfect alibi—on the night of the case, he drank with clients at an izakaya in Shimbashi until 1 a. m., then checked into a hotel, surveillance footage, swipe card records, and statements from companions all matched. A man who had just lost his wife and two daughters, crying in the police station to the point of dehydration, no one suspected him.

From the second day to the fifth day, they swept Matsumoto Yumi's social circle.

She is a housewife, her life trajectory extremely simple: in the morning she sends her husband out, during the day she does housework and buys groceries at home, in the afternoon she goes to a nearby yoga class for one hour, in the evening she picks up the daughters and returns home to cook. The five classmates from the yoga studio, three cashiers from the supermarket, two regular vegetable stall vendors, one beautician from a beauty salon, all had alibis or lacked motive. Her mobile phone call records and LINE chat logs were combed through thoroughly, with no ambiguous relationship or contradictory conflict. She had not even argued with anyone on SNS.

From the sixth day to the ninth day, they focused on sweeping the interpersonal relationships of Ayano and Yuka.

Seventeen-year-old Ayano is a member of the school badminton club, cheerful personality, many friends, but no romantic relationship—at least her phone had no ambiguous information. Over thirty members and the coach of the badminton club were questioned one by one, no one showed abnormality.

Fourteen-year-old Matsumoto Yuka, at the age when she does not like to communicate with her parents, but her teachers and classmates all say she is an "ordinary girl who cannot be more ordinary," grades average, does not cause trouble, has a few close friends, and on weekends they go together to the shopping mall to stroll. These friends were also questioned thoroughly, all eliminated.

On the tenth day, the DNA identification results came out.

The skin tissue DNA extracted from Ayano's nail crevices matched the saliva DNA left on the Seven Stars cigarette butts at the scene, confirming they belonged to two different people, one of whom is very likely the killer.

But after entering this DNA sample into the national DNA database, no matches were found. This means the killer has no prior record and has never had their DNA collected by the police.

The cigarette butt brand was Seven Stars, the most common cigarette in Japan, available everywhere. The shoe print was from the best-selling Asics sneakers on the market, size 26.5 cm, male, with an estimated weight of around sixty-five kilograms.

This information is useful, but that's all there is to it.

From the eleventh to the fourteenth day, the investigation scope expanded to "people who may have had indirect contact with the Matsumoto family"—couriers, newspaper deliverers, meter readers, workers at nearby construction sites, and renovation workers who came last month to remodel the bathroom. A total of forty-three people, all gave statements, all had DNA extracted (of course, the vast majority refused, and the police had no authority to compel sampling, only able to request "voluntary cooperation"), and all tested negative when compared to the scene DNA. The fifteenth day.

In the Special Investigation Headquarters' meeting room, smoke lingered in the air. The whiteboard was covered in photos and relationship charts, with red and green lines densely interwoven, but all lines ultimately pointed to one result—nothing.

Four hundred thirty-seven people, eliminated one by one, took half a month, and the result was

"This person does not exist."

No one spoke in the meeting room.

The initial judgment of "acquaintance perpetrator," which had filled them with confidence, now became a wall. If the killer was not an acquaintance, how did they get in? No forced entry, no pried windows—would the victim open the door for a stranger?

Unless the killer disguised themselves as a trustworthy identity—courier? Police? But that night, there were no eyewitness accounts nearby, and no surveillance captured any suspicious person. The residential area where the Matsumoto family lived belongs to Kawaguchi City's old district, with extremely low surveillance camera coverage—only one at the intersection, and the footage was so blurry that even license plates couldn't be made out.

Before the words finished, the meeting room door was violently pushed open.

A young detective rushed in, face pale, gripping a fax paper in hand.

"Headquarters Chief! Gunma Prefecture Police emergency bulletin!"

The police officer Kinoshita snatched the fax paper away, glanced down, and his expression shifted from annoyed to frozen.

"At 7:40 a. m. today, four bodies were discovered in a residence in Takasaki City, Gunma Prefecture. The homeowner couple and their parents—one family of four—were all killed. The scene showed signs of intrusion and disturbance, preliminarily judged as a burglary homicide. Gunma Prefecture Police have established a Special Investigation Headquarters and requested support from neighboring prefectural police."

"What the hell??????"