Chapter 6 Lying Yamamoto Hiroshi, the widow (please vote) Yamamoto Hiroya is located in Higashi-Shinjuku 3-chome. An old house that looks quite old. "Dingling bell~Dingling bell~" Asai Aya rang the doorbell. "Excuse me, is Detective Yamamoto home? I'm Asai Aya from the Gun and Ammunition Department." "Hi! Please wait a moment." A male voice came from the intercom doorbell. A moment later, a young man, about 27 or 28 years old, with dark circles under his eyes came out and opened the door. He bowed and said, "Inspector Asai, Detective Aoyama, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please come in." Asai Aya nodded slightly, Aoyama Hidenobu bowed in return, and the two followed Yamamoto Hiroshi into the living room. "Please take a seat, I'll go make some tea." Yamamoto Hiroshi arranged the two of them on the sofa and turned to leave. Hidenobu Aoyama looked around the living room. The house was decorated in a purely Western style. Although Hiroshi Yamamoto lived alone, his home was quite tidy and clean. Soon, Yamamoto Hiroshi came over with tea, handed it to the two of them, and sat down beside them. He put his hands on his thighs and said with a look of shame, "It was all my fault that I made a special trip for you two. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"You don't have to do this, Detective Yamamoto. The incident has already happened. The most urgent thing is to make amends as soon as possible." Asai Aya glanced at Aoyama Hidenobu, and seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she took the initiative to speak, "Please recall how you lost the gun. When did you lose it?" Aoyama Hidenobu opened the notebook and took notes. "Hi!" Yamamoto nodded heavily, then spoke slowly with a thoughtful look on his face, "I received the gun three days ago in the morning, and it was still there at noon. I discovered it was missing around 3 pm. At that time, I had just met a friend at Paradise Karaoke in Kabukicho Ichibangai. There were a lot of people inside, and it was very chaotic. I suspect the gun was lost there, or stolen." He paused for a moment, then covered his face with his hands in annoyance, and confessed with self-blame and guilt: "If I hadn't gone to that place to meet my friends during working hours, this wouldn't have happened, and no innocent person would have been killed by my gun. I am a guilty person, really..." "Detective Yamamoto, please calm down." Asai Aya tore off a few tissues and handed them to him. Yamamoto Hiroshi took the tissue and wiped it roughly, sniffed and said, "Sorry, I lost my composure." "Let's continue. Since you suspect that the gun was lost in Paradise Karaoke, you must have gone back to look for it afterwards." Asai Aya asked in a cold voice. "Yes." Yamamoto Hiroshi nodded repeatedly, pursed his dry lips and said, "I went back to look for it as soon as possible, but there were too many people inside, the surveillance footage was not clear, and many places were blind spots for surveillance, so... so I didn't find it." "Okay, Detective Yamamoto, if you remember anything, please contact me as soon as possible." Asai Aya stood up as she finished speaking, "I'll take my leave now." Aoyama Hidenobu also closed the book and stood up. "Asai Police Department!" Yamamoto Hiroshi shouted. Asai Aya turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled look. Pfft! The next second, Yamamoto Hiroshi knelt down, his hands on the ground, his head on the ground, and begged in a tearful voice, "It is my responsibility to lose the gun. I have no complaints about any result. But Section Chief Nakayama wanted to protect me out of kindness, and I was the one who got involved. This matter has nothing to do with him. I hope you can ask Superintendent Asai to give him a lighter sentence." "I'm just a police captain. I have no right to order a superintendent around." Asai Aya's pretty face suddenly turned cold, and she left without looking back after she finished speaking. After leaving, Aoyama Hidenobu said, "There's no need to be angry about this. With me here, sooner or later people will not just remember you as the director's daughter." "I hope you can really do what you say." Asai Aya let out a breath and turned to stare at Aoyama Hidenobu. Aoyama Hidenobu smiled slightly and pinched her delicate face, "I always keep my word." "You are so rude." Such an offensive action made Asai Aya feel embarrassed and annoyed. She took a step back to avoid his dirty hands. She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when no one saw her. "What do you think of what Yamamoto Hiroshi just said?" "Let's talk in the car." Aoyama Hidenobu pointed to the car.

Only then did Asai Aya realize that she was still at the door of Yamamoto Hiroshi's house, and she immediately walked to the car and sat in the passenger seat. Aoyama Hidenori got into the driver's seat, then grabbed Asai Aya's hair and pulled her in front of him. "Ah! What are you doing!" Asai Aya screamed in pain, looking up at him with a pale face. Aoyama Hidenobu smiled and said, "You just dodged my hand. Do you know how much damage your small step back caused me?" If she dares to dodge my hand today, then I dare not think about what she will do tomorrow. I have to make her realize what kind of attitude she should have in front of me. "Ah! I'm afraid of being seen." Asai Aya's face showed pain, and her heart was filled with anger and fear. Aoyama Hidenobu lowered his head and put his face close to hers, saying word by word: "Don't let it happen again." "No...not anymore." Asai Aya promised. Aoyama Hidenobu still didn't let her go, "Just like Yamamoto Hiroshi lost his gun, you have to accept the punishment for making a mistake." "No... not here, okay?" Asai Aya realized what he wanted to do, and was shocked and angry. She suppressed the humiliation in her heart and pleaded with a trembling voice. Aoyama Hidenobu smiled and said, "You are not obedient again." Asai Aya bit her red lips tightly, and her two tender white hands slowly placed on Aoyama Hidenobu's belt. "Ha~hiss~" Aoyama Hidenori's whole body instantly straightened, then slowly relaxed. He gently touched Asai Aya's head, and with his other hand he skillfully started the car and drove away, slowly saying, "Yamamoto Hiroshi's house is too tidy. He said he regretted losing his gun, but he still has the mood to clean up every day? He is obviously lying. Don't stop. Go to Paradise Karaoke later and get the surveillance video from three days ago. I'll go to Nohara's house to ask about the situation." As a killer in his previous life, one of the things he was best at was observing the details in various environments. "Woo woo." Asai Aya's voice was unclear. About twenty minutes later, Aoyama Hidenobu dropped off Asai Aya at the entrance of Paradise Karaoke, and then drove alone towards the home of the deceased Nohara Atsushi. Asai Aya's face flushed. She stood there and tidied her slightly messy hair and collar. She regained her cool and arrogant look and turned to walk into the door of the karaoke bar. "I'm Inspector Asai Aya of the Firearms and Ammunition Department of the Shinjuku Police Department. Ask your person in charge to come out and see me!" .............................. About ten minutes later, at Nohara's house. A villa with its own entrance and yard. It seems that lending money is indeed profitable. The financial company under Nohara Atsushi is of average size in the industry, and the boss can afford to live in a villa. When Aoyama Hidenobu entered, he saw several people setting up a mourning hall in the yard, and those people also saw him. "I'm Hidenobu Aoyama, a police officer from the Firearms and Ammunition Department of the Shinjuku Police Station. Is Mrs. Nohara at home?" Facing the puzzled looks of those people, Aoyama took out his ID. "Mr. Qingshan." Along with a slightly hoarse female voice, a beautiful young woman with her hair tied up and wearing black clothes walked out of the house. She looked to be about 30 years old. The black mourning dress wrapped around her gave her a cold feeling, but it could not hide her proud curves. She had a small face and charming eyes. Her slightly red eyes gave her a pitiful feeling, and she was as tempting as a ripe peach. The moment he saw her, Aoyama Hidenobu had already imagined many Widow series movies in his mind. Fortunately, he was currently in sage time as he had just forced his boss, so his eyes were clear and he remained calm. "Mrs. Nohara, please accept my condolences. I am here to understand some of the circumstances." "Please come in, Mr. Qingshan. I will do my best to cooperate with you." Nohara Iren spoke softly, bowed slightly, and raised her hand to make a gesture of invitation.

She was wearing a pair of wooden clogs and taking small steps to lead the way. Her round buttocks under her slim kimono swayed gently with her steps, making people want to take advantage of her. (End of this chapter)