Chapter 836: , Seven Seas Jin Promotion!

At the press conference venue, Minami gestured for everyone to listen and watch first.

Screenshots of Night Come Hui's posts in her close friends' circle appeared on the screen.

"You can't just say 'give me money'—that's fraud. You have to make them feel that giving you money is their own idea."

"Absolutely do not write an IOU. Let them 'voluntarily gift' it."

"Today's results. Three new cadets, each paid 200,000 in tuition. They'll soon be able to earn back these funds tenfold or a hundredfold." Reporters in the venue began whispering to each other.

Minami didn't pause, continuing the playback.

On the screen appeared photos of five men: Tadabe Kemi, Matsumoto Makoto, Murata Koji, Nakajima Hayato, and Otake Masaru. Their names, ages, fraud experiences, and amounts defrauded appeared line by line.

The reporters' murmuring turned into silence.

Then Matsumoto Yumi's photo appeared.

Takahashi Mi's photo.

Ayano's photo, Yuka's photo, Riko's photo, Kenta's photo, Fumie's photo.

In total, seventeen victims' photos appeared, like a row of silent tombstones, neatly arranged on the large screen.

Beneath each person's name were written their date of death and cause of death.

Then came the interrogation room, where Uesugi Muneyuki and Night Come Hui conversed.

"Did you think I'd come knocking?" Uesugi Muneyuki asked calmly: "Did you foresee this day?"

"I did." Night Come Hui's voice was calm, her face showing resigned acceptance. She and Uesugi Muneyuki chatted without any regret, instead feeling quite relaxed, as if reminiscing about youthful "Chifeng Duojia" moments, with a hint of nostalgia: "I foresaw this day." "Hmm? What do you mean?" Uesugi Muneyuki raised his eyebrows.

"I... I never originally wanted to kill these people; I only wanted to ruin their lives, take their money, defile their bodies, and drive them to lose both present and future." Night Come Hui said with a bitter smile: "But... I couldn't control these people. They hated too much, were too repressed. I said that causing deaths would bring the Uesugi from Sakuradamon after us. At first they listened, but later some became overly violent and caused deaths, and then..."

"... they slipped beyond control." Uesugi Muneyuki understood.

No way—friends often sentenced to death surely know killing is addictive; humanity's primal DNA retains beastliness and bloodlust. When depriving another of life, twisting their neck, cutting their throat, humans feel a near-instinctive pleasure. When swords and axes flash, blade light scatters, when necks split and skulls fall, when blood flows and life ends, when torrents of blood river arc across the sky, when skulls rain down everywhere toward the earth, when the whole world becomes a pure blood arena, all warriors climb the bronze heavenly ladder—then surely the Emperor calls his subjects!

Lord of Humanity! We revere you, oh teeth!

Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, skulls offered to the golden throne!

"So they gradually began scaling up operations?" Uesugi Muneyuki said.

"Yes, so I knew this day would come." Night Come Hui lightly nodded: "I just didn't expect it to come this fast... but it doesn't matter. I've lived this long, already enjoyed everything I could enjoy. I know how my money came. I can only say... these men deserved it! These women deserved it too!"

"It's not me who's wrong—it's this world!"

"This society is sick! And what I've done is merely to appropriately correct it. We've been suppressed too long under patriarchy and male dominance—this is society's alienation of us 'independent women,' overcorrection, which must be overcorrected!"

"These housewives should realize what they now enjoy is what they shouldn't enjoy! They're willingly enslaved! According to Johns Hopkins University statistics, each housewife's annual productivity equals a position paying 8.5 million yen salary—they merely received what they deserved! Yet they treat this as happiness..."

The venue erupted in an uproar.

Many people curled the corners of their mouths in disdain.

One housewife equals a position paying 8.5 million yen annually, while Japanese male average wages are just over 4 million yen... so why not have all Japanese women go to work? We could double existing GDP!!

Make Foot Basin Great Again!

But can it really double? Everyone pretend temporarily to be Mongolian.

Minami finally spoke.

Her voice wasn't loud, but each word was as cold as ice.

"Night Come Hui, 34 years old. After high school graduation, she worked eight years in Tokyo as a hostess, during which she summarized a method to defraud men's money under the guise of romance. Five years ago she began operating as a 'female mentor,' developing over 2,000 cadets through paid courses and close friends' circles, with annual income exceeding 100 million yen."

"Two years ago she began organizing men defrauded into desperation, instructing them to commit home invasions, violent robberies, and murder. Currently confirmed related cases total fourteen, six involving murder, with seventeen victims. Five male suspects arrested recently in Iruma, Saitama Prefecture, are all members of Night Come Hui's organization. They confessed she not only taught them how to commit crimes but also directed them in real time via earpieces during the acts."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the reporters with gaping mouths.

"This is the true face of the 'female mentor'."

The press conference venue fell silent for a full five seconds.

Then, like a bursting dam, all reporters simultaneously raised their hands, all cameras simultaneously aimed upward, and all microphones simultaneously extended toward Minami's direction.

"Superintendent Uesugi, how did the Special Mission Division obtain this information?"

"Superintendent Uesugi, was the earlier online rumor about Special Mission Division members fighting at Sam's Supermarket actually the investigation into these suspects?" "Superintendent Uesugi, regarding Night Come Hui's remarks about housewives, as a professional woman, don't you have anything to say?" "May I ask about Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters here..."

Minami Ojou-sama simply answered a few questions about the Special Mission Division, then let everyone look for themselves.

The press conference soon ended.

As she stepped out, Uesugi Muneyuki was waiting outside, his gaze somewhat playful, making Minami feel a bit guilty.

"Finished speaking, our Superintendent Minami?" Uesugi Muneyuki smiled: "Just want to comment on this issue?"

"Shut up! Sōsetsu, you bastard, don't think you can escape my control—stop baseless speculation, oh teeth!" Minami stomped on his foot with her high heel: "This young lady's income far exceeds 8.5 million, oh teeth! And I didn't freeload off you either! I..." "Yes, yes, yes." Uesugi Muneyuki nodded, smiling. Though Minami frenziedly sucked his blood, she likewise provided him a platform to unleash talent, lawful essence-gathering qualities, and help solving all non-case-related problems.

He likewise sucked Minami's blood.

Suck-suck healthier~

"Knowing that, hurry back and write the report!" Minami Ojou-sama snorted, slightly proud: "Ready? AAA nationwide flyable Uesugi?" Uesugi Muneyuki: "?"

"Once this precedent is set, future direct intervention in local cases will only increase." Minami smirked: "Prepared to reap national merits?"

"Can I apply for a private jet? Just a flow, next chapter《Hand of God》, Uesugi Muneyuki and Shiraishi Mai plus Fujitō Sakura taking off, together to Finland to see auroras and meteor showers!" Uesugi Muneyuki laughed.

"Get lost! If going, it's this young lady first taking you—this young lady is your palace consort, oh teeth!"

That night, nationwide Japanese TV screens broadcast the same news.

NHK, Nippon TV, TBS, Fuji TV, TV Asahi—each channel's news program rolled out reports on "Female Mentor Night Come Hui arrested."

TV report content evolved from initial "Metropolitan Police cross-jurisdiction enforcement" to "Night Come Hui suspected of instigating murder," from "Why arrest her" to "How many did she kill?"

TV commentators in the studio fiercely debated whether the "one fish three eats" model should be defined as organized crime; psychologists analyzed Night Come Hui's psychological motives; legal scholars discussed sentencing standards for instigating murder.

No channel discussed "Metropolitan Police overreach," because before the "seventeen victims," that question held no discussion value.

Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office also came out to show presence; Prosecutor General Nishikawa Takakyo, in an interview, said existing police and bureaucratic systems always hesitate when facing such matters; we're glad to cooperate with the Special Mission Division, and future prosecutors will jointly strike with them to effectively combat crime!

Prosecutors! Police! Shared! Prosperity!

This news article's title is precisely from a recent event where Metropolitan Police Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji and District Public Prosecutor General Nishikawa Takakyo shook hands. The next day, major newspapers' front pages were occupied by the same title.

Yomiuri Shimbun: "The dark female advisor; Night Come Hui arrested one by one, inciting people; the full picture of the organized crime."

Asahi Shimbun: "The method of one fish, three eat—deceiving U, making notes, investing inches."

Mainichi Shimbun: "Seventeen lives, one hundred million gates—Night Come Hui on eight predicted monsters."

Sankei Shimbun's headline most directly: "Her body angelic, body none〈, throwing person ghost dragon-left."

The speed of public opinion reversal is so fast it leaves people stunned.

Those who, in the first hour after Night Come Hui's arrest, loudly cursed the Metropolitan Police Department and the Special Investigation Division, began deleting posts in the fifth hour and started posting new ones in the sixth hour:

"I just said that woman doesn't look like a good person."

"The Metropolitan Police did a great job this time."

"Support severe punishment."

"It's these bad apples ruining the reputation of Japanese women!"

As for those who paid 20,000 yen in tuition in their close-knit circle, someone on Twitter cried, saying, "I didn't know the things she taught would kill people"; someone in a LINE group comforted each other, saying, "We are also victims"; someone has already deleted their social media accounts and vanished. No one came forward to say, "I support Night Come Hui."

Because no one dares.

Overseas media also began to follow up.

BBC's headline: "Japan's female mentor arrested for masterminding murder spree"; CNN's headline: "She taught women how to scam, then turned her victims into killers"; AFP obtained more insider information, using "Un piege à trois niveaux" to describe "one fish, three eat"; Germany's Der Spiegel used "Monster in white dress" in its headline. The world's attention focused at that moment on Tokyo, on the woman in ivory-white dress standing on the podium, handcuffed.

Meanwhile, in Japan, social media discussion has long surpassed the "Night Come Hui case" itself.

People began to discuss:

"Why were so many men deceived?"

"Does the dating app have regulatory loopholes?"

"What exactly is normal love? What is marriage fraud?"

"If everything is governed by law, then men and women cannot interact normally—kissing and touching would be considered assault, and past consent can always be withdrawn."

"Why, after being deceived, is reporting to police always classified as a civil dispute?"

"Are those housewives flaunting happiness on social media also problematic?"

"Why do the more traditional, honest people suffer more?"

Finally, as Nanxiang Wei said, this issue sparked greater controversy, even evolving into real-world offline confrontation. But no one dared to take the final step—not because no one hated the other enough to want to exterminate their family, but because everyone knows: if you kill them, what would Uesugi Sōsetsu do?

The existence of Uesugi Sōsetsu became the last line of defense against this unrestricted real-world offline combat.

Three days later, all legal procedures were completed.

Night Come Hui was formally indicted by the Prosecutors' Office, detained in Tokyo Detention House, awaiting trial that could last years and almost certain severe punishment—even in Japan, possibly deserving the death penalty.

Five men were separately detained in different detention centers; their cases will be tried individually.

The Special Investigation Division's work shifted from "arrest" to "organizing evidence" and "preparing for court."

Meanwhile, within the Special Investigation Division, personnel changes took effect officially after one week.

Yamada Nanase stood in the Special Investigation Division's large office, holding that transfer order, her fingertips trembling slightly on the paper.

She wore a light pink knit sweater, a dark blue knee-length skirt, black flat shoes, her hair tied in a low ponytail—looking no different from when she was in the General Affairs Section, yet somehow, something felt different.

Her eyes now held something—not confidence, but a calmness born of having experienced things.

"Yamada Nanase, officially transferred to Special Investigation Division, General Affairs Section." Miwa Ojou-sama stood before her, tone flat as if reading a weather forecast: "From today, your duties include document management, resource allocation, and logistical coordination. Any questions?"

Yamada Nanase shook her head, voice so small it sounded like a mosquito: "No……no problem."

She lowered her gaze to the transfer order, reading the characters: "Special Investigation Division; General Affairs Officer."

Beside it, the large red seal of the Metropolitan Police Department Personnel Division was stamped.

Her eye sockets were slightly red, but she held back tears.

She recalled half a month earlier, when Uesugi Sōsetsu sat across from her, speaking in that near-indifferent tone: "The benefits in Special Investigation Division are about double what they are now."

She recalled sitting in the meeting room, head down, asking, "Do I also have to wear stockings?"—that feeling of wanting to sink into the floor from embarrassment. She recalled her first time standing before that off-white single-family building, hand on the doorknob, heart racing to 120, when the earpiece carried Ikeda Ererina's voice: "Nanase, don't be afraid—we're all here."

Honestly, everything feels so simple now?!

The pigeon blushed, thinking, sure enough, after three times, good fortune must come.

Hey, Yūki, did you see that in heaven? Even someone like Nana can make it into Special Investigation Division!

Moreover, not only that, Yamada Nanase, through this experience, truly became close friends with Kawai Mai, Erika Shōda, Asuka Saitō, and others—so close they meet for dinner once a month—and she also got to know Kawai Mai's little follower, Sakura, and became familiar with Miwa and Ererina, plus before, Mei Akaishi—Yamada Nanase joyfully realized, her social circle had expanded five or six times! Yūki, my dear! Your sacrifice was worth it! Nana, you'll remember!!

She stood in the Special Investigation Division office, having become a member of this elite police unit, the finest in all Japan.

But before that, her first task was……she opened her closet and saw twenty pairs of standard thick-wood commuting 0L stockings inside—flesh-colored, gray, black, brown—all present.

Special Investigation Division here—why so many stockings?

Honestly……it feels a bit strange~