Chapter 894

PS：Today, due to force majeure, I was called to a meeting that lasted half a day, and when I returned, I was late, so I posted the first chapter; tomorrow I will resume two chapters, and the next major case is coming~

After the turmoil, time had already arrived at the day before the New Year's countdown.

The Special Mission Division's office was filled with a peculiar sense of relaxation.

"This year's battles are all fought, the rest can wait until next year"; "I investigated cases all year, can't I enjoy myself?" Under this exhaustion and satisfaction, the Special Mission Division was slacking off.

Like a quilt sunbathed in softness.

The documents piled on the desk had already shifted from "urgent" to "to be handled after the New Year", the printer no longer emitted its endless hissing, footsteps in the hallway changed from running to strolling, even the fluorescent lights on the ceiling seemed dimmer than usual, as if an eye was slowly, contentedly closing.

When Uesugi Muneyuki entered the office, Nango Yui was leaning against the chair back looking at her phone, leisurely half-closing her eyes, searching where to go with the Zhongyuan sisters for the New Year holiday.

Kai Toru sat on the windowsill, one leg bent, the other dangling and swaying, pretending to be a master without speaking.

Okada Masayoshi unusually wasn't sitting at his desk, standing before the whiteboard, using a marker to draw a tiny, sleeping fish in the corner of the whiteboard.

Date Nagamune and Maeda Toshihide gathered before the computer, both staring at the same screen, one expression coldly "as expected", the other surprised "really still like this?"

These two guys were watching CS's major tournament.

"Date, your favorite Niko got soft again! Semifinal rating 0.85, is this even human?" Maeda Toshihide said disdainfully. "Bastard, I won't let you say that about my dad! My dad only went soft in Shanghai, Budapest, Antwerp, Copenhagen, Paris, Austin, Boston, Cologne, London, Katowice, and finally Stockholm's last three shots!" Date Nagamune said angrily.

"A man cries only eighteen times in his life…… if really impossible, we could beg T1 to form a dream team, top lane AME, jungler Harry Kane, mid Faker, AD Niko, support James Harden." Maeda Toshihide smirked: "Coach would be Kobe, I'll teach you to win." "Back from hell, right?" Uesugi Muneyuki interjected.

"Hahahaha ahahahahahahahaha~" laughter came from within the Special Mission Division.

"Oh ho! The goat deputy managing director of the forensic world, you've come?" Maeda Toshihide saw Uesugi Muneyuki, eyes lighting up: "Five hundred million. Five hundred million yen. What percentage?"

"What five hundred million yen?" Uesugi Muneyuki blinked, then understood: "Oh, you mean Souda?"

Earlier it was mentioned that Souda Sosuke was discussing a separation agreement with Eto Miyabi, both currently not intending to divorce, but since Eto Miyabi is the "blameless party" and they have children, Souda Sosuke's earnings from baseball over the years, over five hundred million yen, might have to give over 60% to Eto Miyabi. 60%! That's three hundred million yen!

TMD, money really comes easily!

"Marital joint property, the law is just like that, no one forced you to sign a contract when marrying, don't complain when divorcing about getting too much." Nango Yui put down her phone, helplessly saying: "Besides, Eto Miyabi indeed…… Uesugi-san, you wouldn't tell us you really have a leg with her, would you?" "That really isn't the case." Uesugi Muneyuki immediately shook his head: "I really am pure and clean with her."

"Eh? Then why did you give her that role?" Date Nagamune asked curiously.

"Someone has to play that role, I met her during interviews at Tokyo University and earlier regarding the dismemberment case of Kawabe Mayu and Nishino Miki, I felt her temperament was very suitable, and……" What Uesugi Muneyuki didn't say was, Eto Miyabi actually studied Ming history! Rare in Japan to have someone who can discuss Yang Yinglong and Ma Gui.

Okada Masayoshi turned from the whiteboard, marker still in hand: "If Souda Sosuke hears this reason, will he get angrier?" Uesugi Muneyuki leaned back in the chair, hands crossed on his abdomen: "Whether he gets angry or not, none of my business. My job is to pick the right person for the right role, not to pamper baseball players' faces; I said he pitches like LeBron James, he thinks I'm insulting him!"

"Hahahaha~ You're not actually insulting him, are you?" Igarashi Shunshi couldn't hold back.

Uesugi Muneyuki smiled: "Then I can't possibly praise him for pitching like Jordan? That's Shohei Ohtani's niche."

Uesugi Muneyuki recalled someone discussing in his past life, who is the greatest athlete or sports figure in East Asia?

Some say it's Niu Xiang or Yaoming, no problem with that.

Some say it's Li Na, Son Heung-min, Kim Yeon-ah, or Nakata Hideyoshi, this can also be discussed.

Some even say it's Hanyu Yuzuru, or Faker, this can also barely be established.

Some also mention the badminton super egg, or table tennis's Empire's Destruction Dragon, they are certainly goats in their own fields, but actually badminton and table tennis are super niche sports and generally considered the "Wafangdian version" of tennis, actually hardly anyone plays them outside a few countries, influence gap already huge.

Then someone said it's Shohei Ohtani.

At that time everyone was dumbfounded, who is Shohei Ohtani?

Later everyone found out, this guy is a baseball player, and he made it into the US Major League.

So everyone then went crazy attacking and mocking Shohei Ohtani, while baseball indeed globally has fewer than 500 million viewers, especially in certain countries except for that island influence is not high, naturally everyone is indifferent to Shohei Ohtani.

But truly getting to know Shohei Ohtani, one knows this person Shohei Ohtani actually deserves that title to some extent, at least in baseball, he is East Asia's goat.

Souda Sosuke doesn't deserve to be compared to Shohei Ohtani, just as someone doesn't deserve to be compared to Jordan, but precisely because of this, Uesugi Muneyuki saying he pitches like LeBron James will make him so defensive.

Minami Ojou-sama walked into the office from the doorway.

She wore a navy silk shirt, hair tied in a low ponytail, holding a cup of steaming coffee. She sat at the workstation opposite Uesugi Muneyuki, put the coffee on the desk, her gaze swept over Nango Yui's phone, corner of her mouth slightly lifting an imperceptible arc. "What are you chatting about? So lively."

Maeda Toshihide eagerly answered: "Someone exposed Souda Sosuke and Eto Miyabi's separation agreement, five hundred million yen split sixty percent, three hundred million. Souda Sosuke's earnings these years were all for nothing."

Minami lifted the coffee cup, blew on the heat, took a small sip, put the cup down. "When Eto Miyabi insisted on continuing to work at NHK, many said she 'married a good husband, doesn't need to work, pretending what pretending?'. Now the divorce agreement came out, those people changed their tune to 'she originally was capable, getting this money is deserved'."

Nango Yui's finger tapped once on the desk. "People's mouths. Always have two sets of talk."

Kai Toru switched legs on the windowsill, one bent.

Uesugi Muneyuki's expression at that moment showed an extremely subtle fluctuation. His eyebrows lifted slightly.

"I don't know these. I really don't understand baseball, I heard Shohei Ohtani is strong, so since his recent performance is second only to Shohei Ohtani, I just said he's like James."

"Hahahaha ahahahahahahahaha~"

Nango Yui slumped on the desk laughing enough, sat up and wiped her eye corner: "After that? Did Souda Sosuke not come find you again?"

Minami listened quietly to the whole story. She held the coffee cup, rim touching her lower lip, didn't drink, gaze moved from husband's face to Nango Yui's face, then back, that arc from "slightly lifted" to "cannot be suppressed": "Self-inflicted suffering, if he hadn't said that line not asked, Muneyuki wouldn't have evaluated him, wouldn't have said that line making him defensive, wouldn't have let him lose face before the whole nation. He brought it on himself."

"Hahahahaha ahahahahahahahaha~"

Nango Yui slumped on the desk laughing: "Section Chief, your bias has reached a new height."

Minami Ojou-sama lifted the coffee cup, took a sip, didn't respond.

Uesugi Muneyuki looked at her, the corner of his mouth from "almost none" to "barely visible".

He picked up the thermos and took another sip of water, when the thermos lid was tightened it made a soft clack.

Warriors long ago became courtiers, learn the old nobility's yin-yang airs!

Maeda Toshihide suddenly lifted his head from the phone, eyes wide: "Speaking of Souda Sosuke's income these years totaling over five hundred million. Five hundred million. He played baseball for over ten years, earned five hundred million. Eto Miyabi wants sixty percent, that's three hundred million. She married him only a few years, gets three hundred million!"

Kanjo Wataru from the District Public Prosecutors Office leaned against the chair back, arms crossed: "Marriage law isn't calculated by years. Post-marriage joint property, whether married one year or ten, is half each. Eto Miyabi is blameless, sixty percent split is legally reasonable. Souda Sosuke's infidelity evidence was filmed, the surveillance footage from that club in Ginza is in the lawyer's hands, he can't deny it."

Kai Toru hugged his head with both hands, dazed: "Wow~ three hundred million! Exactly three hundred million! Enough for her not to work the second half of life. She can now quit NHK, just be a housewife! Now divorced, got three hundred million, wants to comeback, comeback; doesn't want, just lie at home. Souda Sosuke? Keep pitching, keep earning, but every payday he'll think of this three hundred million!"

The office atmosphere at that moment became subtle.

Five hundred million yen, three hundred million yen, these numbers are not unfamiliar in the Special Mission Division's daily work.

Night Come Hui's one hundred million, Furukawa gang's military funds, casually tens of millions, up to hundreds of millions.

Those are numbers in the case, written in reports, printed on paper, can be bound into volumes, unrelated to living people. But Souda Sosuke's five hundred million is different!

That's his blood and sweat money, earned running under the scorching sun on the field, thought up lying awake in bed at the away game hotel, accumulated from every swing, every slide, every hit-by-pitch!

Five hundred million, split three hundred million!

Nango Yui is a man, Kai Toru is a man, Date Nagamune is a man, Maeda Toshihide is a man, Okada Masayoshi is a man.

When they heard this number, the expression on their faces was not jealousy, not sympathy, but a kind of "This money came too easily" feeling. No wonder many sports stars go bankrupt shortly after divorce—who can withstand this?!

Nango Yui's voice carried a kind of "I'm thinking about a problem I don't need to think about" laziness: "Five hundred million. He earned it alone. She wants to take three hundred million. What did she do? Get married, quit her job, stay at home, get cheated on, get divorced. Every step is legally allowed, every step is correct. But this number three hundred million……"

"Enough envy." Kai Toru finished speaking for him.

Minami's gaze shifted from Nango Yui's face to Kai Toru's face, then to Uesugi Muneyuki's face, the curve at the corner of her mouth changing from "can't suppress it" to "wicked." A little threat, a little coquettishness, a little "you know what I mean": "Muneyuki, did you hear that? Five hundred million. Three hundred million. Do you think this ratio is reasonable?"

Uesugi Muneyuki's expression showed no change. His hands crossed and rested on his abdomen, his gaze moving from Minami's face to the ceiling, then back again. He shifted his posture on the chair, leaning slightly forward, placing his hands on the desk surface, fingers interlaced.

"Reasonable. Marital joint property, split equally. The innocent party getting a bit more is also reasonable."

Minami's eye corner twitched slightly: "Have you ever thought, if one day we……"

"Great! Divorce! Right now!" Uesugi Muneyuki's eyes gleamed: "You earn more than me. You're a Police Superintendent Section Chief, I'm just Police Superintendent benefits! You want my money, you want to support me!"

"Huh?" Minami froze: "No way, your various subsidies, your income from the Hand of God side, you still consult for those insurance companies……"

"Yeah, but I signed with Mai Xuejie's company, this money is recorded under the company's accounts." Uesugi Muneyuki said seriously: "It has nothing to do with me theoretically."

"Great! Muneyuki, you're scheming against me!!!" Minami Young Lady flew into a rage, raining down punches on Uesugi Muneyuki like a storm: "Aren't you worried Mai will betray you?"

"Not worried." Uesugi Muneyuki smiled, in this regard, he truly isn't worried.

After all, he's the only one who can easily defeat the senior student and make her "oh gou gou gou".

"Hahahaha ah hahahahahahahahaha~" Everyone laughed loudly.

In the Special Mission Division office, the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, harmonious and cheerful.

Feels so peaceful.

Okada Masayoshi thought to himself.

Outside the window, the Imperial Palace lay quietly spread out in the winter sunlight, the snow on the treetops not yet completely melted.

Someone was walking in the hallway, footsteps neither hurried nor slow.

These are the last few days before the New Year holiday, everyone found in these few words an unspoken but universally understood tacit agreement—no major cases, no emergency deployments, no late-night calls saying "another person died." We can relax, we can gossip, we can discuss baseball players' divorce agreements, we can joke with our own people.

The TV set in the corner of the office was on, volume turned very low, low like a mosquito buzzing in the distance.

NHK's midday news, the female anchor's face appeared on the screen, exactly Higashitani Miyabi.

She was broadcasting a news report.

Okada Masayoshi noticed, immediately grabbed the remote, and increased the volume.

The TV's sound shifted from background noise to clear speech.

Higashitani Miyabi's voice came from the speakers, each word as if spoken through gritted teeth.

"This morning, in a residence in Sayama City, Saitama Prefecture, a woman in her forties was found dead. The deceased was the owner of the residence, a housewife. According to preliminary police judgment, the deceased was killed during a dispute with a member of the Animal Rescue Organization. The scene was extremely bloody, the officer in charge of initial inspection said 'The scene was extremely brutal.' According to reports, the deceased had previously adopted a pet cat from that Animal Rescue Organization and signed an adoption contract. The organization repeatedly visited under the pretext of 'follow-up visits,' the deceased expressed strong dissatisfaction, and during today's dispute, a physical altercation occurred, ultimately leading to the deceased's death. Currently, police are interrogating members of the Animal Rescue Organization involved in the case; further details await investigation." The air in the office grew heavy at that moment.

Another case?

And Uesugi Muneyuki also furrowed his brows.

Animal Rescue Organization?

"Animal Rescue Organization. Follow-up visits. Adoption contract. Why would these things lead to loss of life?" Ikeda Erena finally found a chance to speak, she asked strangely.

"This probably isn't an isolated case." Uesugi Muneyuki frowned tightly, he faintly sensed some ill omen.

This case seems not simple.

"Minami, have someone look into it, I want to know the case details."

"Okay~"