As soon as these words came out, Kamada Jiro's eyes instantly ignited with an extremely dazzling light of hope, but Tsukamoto Akatora's expression suddenly changed.
Kamada Jiro couldn't believe it: "Really? Sir."
Tsukamoto Chihu's tone was very anxious, he turned around and asked: "Sir, what are you doing?"
After having been to Triangle Land and Pattaya, Tsukamoto Akatora knew very well the methods and style of the evil god in front of him.
He is lawless and decisive in killing, not to mention a mere justice, even the Prime Minister and the Emperor, he still dares to move.
This man is a lonely man who comes and goes without a trace, and naturally has no taboos. However, if he really went on a killing spree in Tokyo and left after the incident, the shocking consequences he left behind would be enough to destroy the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Du Weiguo was naturally aware of his little thoughts. He put his hand on his shoulder and said in a calm tone:
"Akahu, concentrate on driving. Don't worry, I won't use violent means. I will peel off the cocoon, find out the truth, and give justice to Michiko Kamada."
Upon hearing this, Tsukamoto Chihu breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time Du Weiguo changed the subject:
"Of course, if someone dares to play dirty tricks in the process, try to turn a deer into a horse, and confuse right and wrong, then I will no longer abide by the rules of the game. Hey, killing is much easier than investigating a case."
Du Weiguo's tone was extremely calm, but the evil energy contained in it was as deep as the sea. Tsukamoto Akatora's little heart, which had just retreated, suddenly started to rise again.
His face was gloomy, and he gave Jiro Kamada in the passenger seat a fierce look, and in his heart he greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors.
However, Kamada Jiro could no longer care about this at this time. He turned around suddenly and knelt on the seat. Veins popped out on his forehead with excitement. His eyes were burning and he said firmly:
"Sir, as long as you can help me find the real culprit who killed my sister and bring him to justice, my humble life, Jiro Kamada, will be yours!"
"Ha!" Du Weiguo was amused by him. He slowly stretched out his index finger and waved it gently:
"Kamata, that's not okay. I do things for people at the risk of my life. I only charge money, and my fees are very expensive."
Upon hearing this, Kamada Jiro's eyes dimmed instantly, his face turned ashen, his lips trembled, but he was unable to speak.
He is not stupid either. Du Weiguo is a big shot that even their president has to support. His boss Tsukamoto Chitora just kneels down and licks him to show his loyalty, and he is just a middle- and low-level gang member. How can he be so stupid?
Money?
Du Weiguo saw all the performance of Kamada Jiro. He smiled and gently patted Tsukamoto Akatora on the shoulder:
"Chihu, please stop at the Yanghuatang foreign goods store in front."
"Okay, sir."
The car stopped slowly, Du Weiguo glanced at Kamada Jiro, took out the centenary cigarette box, and pulled out the last cigarette inside.
After lighting it, Du Weiguo handed the cigarette case to the lost Kamada Jiro and said lightly:
"Kamata, go to the store and buy me a pack of cigarettes. I only smoke this brand, and I only want the ones with gold stems."
"Okay, sir."
Kamata blankly took the cigarette case, turned around numbly, and opened the car door in a daze. At this time, Du Weiguo added faintly:
"Kamada, you can buy these cigarettes with your own money. You can buy as many packs as you want. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Kamada was stunned, and then his body began to tremble violently, and he looked back at Du Weiguo in disbelief.
From heaven to hell, and back to heaven again, Kamata's mood was like a roller coaster. His mouth opened and closed, but he could not say a single word.
Du Weiguo sneered and teased softly: "Ha! You are performing a pantomime for me. Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you go quickly!"
Kamada's tears instantly welled up in his eyes, and he choked and said, "Thank you, thank you, sir!"
After saying that, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves and ran quickly towards the Yanghuatang foreign goods store. Du Weiguo rolled down the window, blew out the smoke, flicked the ashes, and spoke in a very calm tone:
"Akatora, ask Kamata to withdraw from your Yamaguchi group. He will withdraw today."
Tsukamoto Chihu's eyes were complicated. After thinking for a while, he took a deep breath and replied in a low tone:
"Yes, I understand, sir, I would like to thank you on behalf of Jiro Kamada."
Near noon, after picking up the custom-made clothes from Ginza Department Store, Kamada and Du Weiguo were the only two people left in the Crown Car.
What Du Weiguo will do next has nothing to do with the Yamaguchi-gumi, and Kamada is no longer a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
At this moment, the little finger of his left hand was wrapped in a piece of white cloth. It was dripping with blood. The finger was severed, and he swore a blood oath. He stood up and left the group.
The Yamaguchi-gumi still has a sense of ritual. Kamada Jiro is not allowed to join any gang in Japan for the rest of his life, otherwise he will be destroyed!
Tsk! Look, they are so professional.
Since Jiro Kamada cut off one of his little fingers, Du Weiguo originally wanted to drive the car himself, but he firmly refused.
Kamada Jiro’s original words are:
"Sir, if I can no longer continue to serve you after suffering such a slight injury, how can I be qualified to continue to serve you?"
Hey, people at the bottom have their own rules of survival, and Kamada is not stupid either. He knows how to hug Du Weiguo's golden thigh tightly.
"First, sir, where are we going now?"
Kamada Jiro was sweating profusely in pain and his face was pale, but he still endured it very stubbornly. Du Weiguo glanced at him and said in an unhurried tone:
"Kamata, which hospital or medical school did the autopsy report for your sister, and what is the name of the surgeon? Do you remember it?"
At present, Japan and the Metropolitan Police do not have a professional forensic department. The medical academy is responsible for the forensic work.
Kamada Jiro frowned and tried hard to recall:
"Remember, remember, it's the Institute of Forensic Medicine of Tokyo Medical University, and the doctor's name is Harada Ikuji."
Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally:
"Okay, let's go to the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo Medical University now and treat your hand first."
Kamada Jiro said anxiously: "Sir, it doesn't matter to me, it really doesn't matter!"
Du Weiguo smacked his lips: "Kamada, if you want to follow me, you must learn never to raise objections, do you understand?"
Kamada Jiro's tone was full of shame: "Yes, I understand, sir."
Du Weiguo nodded:
"This time, I will make an exception and explain it to you, but just this time, first of all, I hate the smell of blood in the car.
In addition, I am going to meet this Harada Ikuji to understand some of the specific circumstances of your sister’s death and find out the real motive behind Ito Kenichi’s murder.”
Kamada Jiro was extremely surprised: "The real motive, sir, what do you mean?"
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed:
"Well, it's just a guess right now. Wait a minute and meet Dr. Harada Ikuji, and you'll probably be able to confirm whether my guess is accurate."
Tokyo Medical University is located in Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, the famous "medical capital". Its affiliated hospital and the school headquarters are all together.
After Kamata bandaged his finger, it was already past noon. He lost one finger forever. The severed finger, along with the blood oath, was taken away by Tsukamoto Akatora.
This is a rule. Although it is barbaric and cruel, Du Weiguo understands this. Without rules, there is no rule.
Kamata sat alone in the car, staring blankly at his severed finger, gently stroking it, and murmured to himself:
"Sister, I have found the most powerful person in the world, and I will definitely find the real culprit and help you get revenge.
Sister, my husband is a great man like a god descending to earth, please protect me so that I can always serve him."
After that, Jiro Kamada started the car and slowly drove away from the medical school.
Bunkyo District is the area with the strongest academic atmosphere in Tokyo. It is also a place where major universities and large hospitals are concentrated. The environment is quiet and the people who come and go are mostly polite.
In the afternoon, under the shade of the trees of Tokyo Medical University and Forensic Medicine Research Institute, there was a bench, and Du Weiguo was sitting quietly on the bench.
The mottled light and shadow are printed on his face, and his handsome appearance is like a knife and an axe, adding a fatal sense of mystery.
That's right, Du Weiguo, the grandson, has begun to take the initiative to show off his charm and go fishing. Every time he enters the university environment, he unconsciously becomes a little bit wild.
Du Weiguo, the grandson, even put on new clothes in a coquettish way. It is now approaching May, and the weather in the island country is gradually getting hotter.
Today he was wearing a dark blue double-breasted suit of thin material, a sky blue shirt, and brown leather shoes. He was so handsome that he sparkled with lightning, as if he were a god descending to earth.
No, before his butt was firmly seated, a girl took the bait. Two girls who looked like college students came over shyly and coquettishly, and asked in a very polite tone:
"Hello, sir, are you a new student?"
A murderous smile appeared on Du Weiguo's face, and he said in fluent English:
"I'm sorry, I just came back from the United States and I don't understand Japanese."
One of the pretty girls, her eyes immediately lit up when she heard Du Weiguo's words, and she said in fluent English with a slight accent:
"Hello, my name is Morimoto Eri. Sir, are you a new transfer student?"
Du Weiguo stood up, bowed politely, and spoke in a gentle and steady tone:
"Hello, Miss Eri Morimoto, my name is Jimmy. I am a graduate of San Francisco Medical College. My major is forensic medicine.
I came here to visit Mr. Harada Ikuji of your school, but the senior who introduced me has temporarily left because of something, so I will wait here."
"Mr. Harada Ikuji, I know Mr. Jimmy. I can take you to him."
The girl was so enthusiastic that she directly put her arm on Du Weiguo's arm. She came back from the United States, was a graduate of a prestigious school, had all the fame and fortune, and was so handsome that it was hard to keep your eyes open.
Scarce resources like this can only be achieved if you are quick or slow! Today’s girls in Tokyo are already very realized, and they are very different from the money-worshipping clan of later generations.
In fact, even in later generations, this kind of old-fashioned deception is still very popular. On certain special occasions, once you hear that it is a turtle, as long as the appearance is passable.
If you make your lies more rounded, rent a luxury car, wear imitation brand-name clothes, and spend a little more generously, there is basically no chance of you missing out.
Being a groom every night is definitely not a dream. Interested students can practice it.
This girl named Eri Morimoto has a fair appearance, more than above or below. Du Weiguo did not shake her arm away, but instead touched her waist intentionally or unintentionally.
Morimoto Eri's eyes suddenly turned wild, and even her voice became coquettish:
"Let's go, Jimmy, it's lunch break now. I'll take you to see Mr. Harada Ikuji. Nanako, you go back to the dormitory first."
Du Weiguo only had time to smile and nod to another fat girl who looked depressed before he was dragged away by the impatient Eri Morimoto.
Morimoto Eri also has her own little plan, that girl named Nanako, although her appearance is not as good as hers.
But he has a good figure. What if Jimmy, who came back from the United States, prefers a plump figure?
Fire prevention, theft prevention and girlfriend protection, in 1966, Japanese girls had already done a good job.
The office building of the Institute of Forensic Medicine was very quiet. The air was filled with the pungent smell of formalin and a faint smell of rotten bones, which was a bit permeable.
At the door of an office on the second floor, Eri Morimoto led Du Weiguo to a stop here. She reached out to knock on the door and said softly:
"Jimmy, this is Mr. Harada Yuji's office. He usually stays in the office during his lunch break."
Du Weiguo glanced casually at the photos on the wall, then reached out to stop her arm, speaking in a very light voice:
"Wait a minute, Miss Eri Morimoto, I think it's too presumptuous to pay such a rash visit. My papers and gifts are all at the senior's place. I'd better wait for him for a while before coming to visit sir."
Du Weiguo's reason is very valid. Japan is a country that pays more attention to etiquette. Well, let's just say that.
Morimoto Eri also nodded sensibly:
"Well, that's right. Jimmy, you are very thoughtful. Then I will accompany you to wait for your senior. By the way, who is your senior? Maybe I even know him?"
Du Weiguo's expression remained unchanged and he answered very smoothly:
"Oh, my senior is a professor at the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Tokyo. By the way, Miss Morimoto Eri, I just saw a coffee shop in front of the college. Would you be honored to invite you to have coffee with me?"
Upon hearing this, Morimoto Eri immediately beamed with joy: "Okay, it just so happens that I don't have class this afternoon."
Ha! As long as Du Weiguo needs it, Morimoto Eri can skip classes all the time. Even if she doesn't study anymore, it probably won't be a big problem. At this moment, she may have even thought of the name of her child.
After sitting in the coffee shop for nearly an hour, a brand new black Duke sedan parked at the door of the coffee shop.
Kamada Jiro, who changed into a blue suit, got out of the car quickly and bowed deeply to Du Weiguo outside the cafe.
Du Weiguo had just ordered him to change his car and change his clothes. Since he was no longer in the underworld, he should not continue to dress up like a gang member.
This Duke was bought by Du Weiguo with his own money. The 1966 Duke sedan, like the Crown, is the most luxurious sedan in Japan, and it also has a rare advantage, 6 seats!
As soon as she saw this car and Kamada's posture, Morimoto Eri's eyes became brighter, her eyes were so charming that she almost shed tears.
Nowadays, private cars are rare in Japan, especially luxury cars like this, which are even rarer. With Du Weiguo's pomp and circumstance, even if he invites her to spend the night together tonight, it will be difficult to do so.
"Jimmy, is this car here to pick you up?"
Du Weiguo stood up, his tone still very polite:
"Yes, my family has sent someone to pick me up. I guess my senior has something to do and can't make it at the moment. Miss Morimoto Eri, I'll take my leave today."
After saying that, Du Weiguo stood up directly and strode away without looking back. Morimoto Eri was confused on the spot, "Oh my God, that's not what the script said, right?"
My skirt has already been lifted up, but you said you had said goodbye beforehand? Isn’t this worse than a beast?
Three hours later, when the sky was getting dark, a white Nissan car drove out of the medical school. Du Weiguo's eyes flashed, he threw away the cigarette butt, and said calmly:
"Kamata, follow this white Nissan."
"Yes, sir."
Kamada Jiro quickly started the car and got up quickly. Du Weiguo curled his lips and scolded angrily:
"Slow down, keep the distance away. We are not trying to assassinate, let alone knock over this car, but to track. Do you understand tracking? The key is not to be discovered."
Kamada Jiro blushed and said in a sarcastic tone: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sir, I understand."
Half an hour later, the Duke's car slowly stopped on a road, and Jiro Kamada asked anxiously:
"Sir, why don't we continue to follow?"
Du Weiguo sighed helplessly:
"There is an alley in front of us. If we follow it straight in, even a fool will notice that we are being followed. Now you should get out of the car and see if the white car has stopped in the alley."
"Oh, oh, I know."
Kamada Jiro quickly opened the door and ran out. Du Weiguo added in a faint tone:
"Don't run, just walk slowly through the alley and glance at it with your peripheral vision."
"Yes, I understand."
At this moment, Jiro Kamada's forehead is already sweating. He is a gangster and is quite good at killing. How can he do tracking and investigation?
Three hours later, the sky turned completely dark and everything was quiet. In a small single-family villa in an alley, Harada Ikuji, who had just fallen asleep, felt a palpitation in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes.
A bright knife with a cold blade was pressed against his neck, suppressing his screams in his throat.
Harada Ikuji glanced sideways with difficulty at his wife beside him. She was still breathing, but she was still asleep. She must have been knocked unconscious.
At this time, the tall black figure with the knife against his neck spoke, a hoarse man's voice:
"Ikuji Harada, how did Michiko Kamada die?"
Du Weiguo, who was hiding in the corner, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead. Alas, this Jiro Kamada is really simple and rude!