Chapter 125 Who would write a diary?
After Lu Mingfei's suicidal behavior was stopped, Yuan Zhisheng didn't care about him anymore and let Crow lead the way to the drug factory below the clinic and the operating room which might be sterile with a certain probability.
Lu Mingfei followed him down and asked Ying, his assistant who had not yet evolved into his sister-in-law:
"Well, I'm just curious. Why does Yuan Sang, as the person in charge of the law enforcement department, have to personally attend to every little thing? Is it that the Sheqi Eight Clan doesn't have anyone to support them?"
As the head of a family and a department, you have to do everything yourself. Aren't you really afraid of losing the shine in your eyes?
"Not really. Unless it's a major incident, the young master won't be asked to take action."
When going out, they have to address each other by their positions, but now the way they get along is as investors and the Eight Clans of Sheqi, not anything else, so the underworld names are still mainly used.
Lu Mingfei understood what he said, and he wondered how his brother-in-law could be so hardworking. His wife had secretly told him a little secret, saying that his brother was actually very lazy.
Sometimes I can stay in my room all day, or read books on the balcony all day, and sometimes I even watch cartoons with her all day.
However, at this moment, looking at the man in front of him whose back was as strong as an ancient sword, he only felt that the other person was carrying a burden as heavy as a mountain.
Yuan Zhisheng doesn't like this job, nor does he like his own background, but he will not shirk his responsibilities.
In his previous life, he settled his father's old subordinates, bought properties for his confidants, paved the way for his second brother-in-law to become the king of the world, and finally retired from the world with his lover and sister.
But now?
He had no idea of his parents or brothers and sisters, and although he had extremely noble bloodline and status, he was trapped in this dark underworld and could not escape.
There was a spacious space under the clinic. Several gang members were lying on the ground in a mess. The blood spurting out had begun to turn black, and it was obvious that they had been dead for a long time.
Yuan Zhisheng only took a quick glance and knew that their throats had been slashed with a knife. This was the most realistic portrayal of how ordinary people confronted mixed-race people.
Even though they may be the top fighters of some gangs, all their operations seem fancy in the face of numbers, and they can just be crushed directly.
Crow took out the gas mask he had prepared long ago. The ice factory had been violently destroyed, and there were a lot of residues floating in the air.
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Lu Mingfei, wearing a Kamen Rider helmet, looked around through the peephole and found that the ice factory was not that big. Compared with Walter White's RV in Breaking Bad, it was only as spacious as a single room.
Lu Mingfei's knowledge of chemistry was average. He only knew H2O and CO2, and he had no idea about the bottles and jars that were tilted on the shelves and broken on the ground.
"That guy is indeed a top student from a prestigious university. The purity of the ice he makes can be customized according to the customer's requirements, and he can stably output ice with a purity of more than 98%."
Crow kicked a handful of crystalline powder on the ground with the tip of his shoe. "I heard about it before and was curious about who was so desperate to come up with something with such high purity and such a large amount. It turns out it was this guy."
Yuan Zhisheng didn't comment much on this. He just glanced at the ice factory with disgust. When he found no useful clues, he turned and left: "Remember to clear this place out later and destroy all the garbage."
Next to the ice factory is the operating room where Ryuzo Oyama performs abortions, organ removals and other surgeries. The walls are painted white, and the surgical instruments and operating tables are stained with filth. Some unknown human tissues are stuck to the floor, leaving long drag marks.
"He was forcibly taken away when he was raping a woman after surgery. He didn't even have time to put on his pants." Crow pointed to the pants next to the trash can, thinking that the robbers really didn't mind the dirt.
Yuan Zhisheng frowned and looked at the wrinkled operating table cloth: "Was the woman named Kugisada Rie conscious at the time?"
"She said she had just finished the operation and had not yet recovered from the anesthesia and had no idea what was going on."
"Then what?"
"She recounted how she was... and said she felt sorry for her daughter or something."
Lu Mingfei was listening nearby and felt puzzled: "The woman's belly isn't that big, and it's just an embryo, so how can you tell the gender of the baby?"
If Ryuzo Oyama had this ability, he would just be an underground drug dealer and make money by claiming to be a pregnancy test fortune teller.
It is guaranteed that the abortion rate in the whole of Asia depends on his mouth.
"It's hard for me to explain this to you." Crow felt that it was somewhat inappropriate to talk about cuckoldry and intracranial storm in front of the distinguished guest, so she just talked about the daughter that she and her husband tacitly didn't want after their divorce.
When Lu Mingfei heard this, he was instantly in awe, thinking to himself, Japan is really small. There are more than 10 million people in Tokyo, and yet he could meet Aso Makoto's mother by such a coincidence.
Surprised and curious, he asked about Aso's father's recent situation and found out that he went on a business trip to Myanmar two years ago and there has been no news since.
The man cheats and the woman is a prostitute, they are a match made in heaven.
The mafia is neither a government agency nor a charity, so it would be difficult for the incompetent mother to get any compensation. If the other doctors in the clinic had not been afraid of causing another death, they might not have even given her nutrient solution and glucose.
After inspecting the crime scene, the group set off for Oyama Takazo's apartment and genetic drug laboratory. Just as Crow and Yasha said, most of the useful things here had been moved away.
But they did gain something. At least they found Ryuzo Oyama's diary, which recorded the personal information of the patients he had violated, as well as his detailed driving experience.
Seeing the heartfelt record, Lu Mingfei could only sigh: anyone who can write a diary and dare to express his inner thoughts truthfully is not a serious person and must have some big problems in his heart.
"Do you keep a diary?" he asked Old Tang.
"Why would I write that stuff?" Old Tang shook his head.
"I'm thinking of you writing a diary, recording all your experiences in tomb raiding and exploring, and then finding a novelist to sort it out for you and send it out directly.
I've already picked a name for it, it's called "Grave Robbers' Chronicles", it's bound to be a big hit."
"What the hell, I told you all about my experiences. There weren't many thrilling ones. The most dangerous thing was when an idiot placed the bomb in the wrong place during the blast and almost buried us all."
The group returned empty-handed. Gen Chisei was busy tracking down the whereabouts of Oyama Ryuzo and the Mengguishu, while Lu Mingfei and the other two continued to visit the Ganliu Research Institute and the Miyamoto family's dock as planned.
Sakura brought them to the 30th floor of the Awakening Temple. After activating the switch, the two granite slabs carved with Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi silently separated, revealing a black passage.
Inside the passage, everyone was wearing black suits. The warriors of the Eight Snake Clans were holding guns. They stood in the passage, bowed towards them, and greeted them loudly.
It can be seen that this gang of gangsters really has a special liking for the color black.
Walking forward, Lu Mingfei discovered that this passage was blocked by dense infrared lasers. Anyone who tried to sneak in would trigger the alarm, and then the men in black and armed would empty their magazines in an instant to complete the fire coverage.
Lu Mingfei thought that Jiude Mai probably encountered the same situation last night, otherwise, with her physical skills and abilities, she should not have stopped at the first level of the inner area.
They passed countless forks along the way, each guarded by a man in black and armed. Sakura said that these passages could reach all floors and were inspired by the secret passages built in the castle towers by daimyo in the Warring States Period to prevent assassinations by ninjas and rebellions by their subordinates.
As she spoke, she used her body to cover her hands and input the password, opening the small elevator hidden in the wall. She gestured to turn on the light mode and punched a card with a face that looked like a big apple to let her and her companions in.
Lu Mingfei did not look around. Before coming here, he had asked Ling to remember as much as possible the internal structure of Genji Heavy Industries. After all, his appearance today was not suitable for keeping an eye on all directions and listening to all directions.
As for why I didn’t ask Old Tang for help, I can only say that it is possible but unnecessary because he would easily see through the glasses.
Although the Genji Heavy Industries Building is displayed as having more than 50 floors, the elevator hidden inside the wall actually has far more floors that can be accommodated.
Lu Mingfei saw that there were many buttons represented by letters or symbols, but he didn't ask any questions and waited for the elevator to go all the way to the bottom.
The elevator door opened, and the sound of water splashing was heard. What appeared in front of Lu Mingfei and the others was not an ordinary basement, but a tunnel with a diameter of more than twelve meters.
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Half of the tunnel was flooded, and the surging waves hit the metal walls of the tunnel. The xenon lamps on the top of the tunnel sank into the deepest darkness from near to far.
Old Tang stared in amazement at the giant construction machinery sliding close to the tunnel wall, and began to suspect that he had walked into the wrong set.
This is not actually Tokyo, but the fucking third New Tokyo City! They walked along this turbulent tunnel and came to a giant hole, where they saw the headquarters of "NERV".
If you go further in, you can see the forbidden area called "Ultimate Dogma", where the sleeping second apostle Lilith is suppressed by the Spear of Longinus.
But just when his imagination was about to break through the dimension, a middle-aged man with a face full of hatred and resentment, as if he was forced to work overtime on the weekend, walked into their sight.
That was the director of the Japanese branch of Kassel Academy, Ryoma Genichirō. He greeted the guest with a bit of helplessness as if he was being forced to receive the guest.
"The head of the Miyamoto family has not returned yet. It will be my turn next..." Having said this, he hesitated for a moment and glanced at Sakura:
"Why don't you come over? My throat is uncomfortable today."
Lu Mingfei wanted to laugh. Why are there so many weirdos among the Sheqi Eight Families? This kind of worker who only focuses on being lazy and slacking off can actually become the director of the Japanese branch. It seems that when it comes to being perfunctory to Kassel Academy, the Sheqi Eight Families are really not perfunctory at all.
Although they are both ministers, there are differences between them.
Just by looking at Yuan Zhisheng's back, you can tell that he is terribly strong.
The uncle in front of me, whose face is full of expressions like "Why do I have to work overtime again? I'm afraid I'll become bald at a young age", is probably not very capable of fighting. Not to mention that he will kneel on the ground and beg not to die after one punch, at least he will not be able to react if faced with an emergency.
Sakura is the special assistant of the head of the Minamoto family. She basically follows him around the clock. As a retainer of the Minamoto family, she naturally will not obey the orders of the head of the Ryoma family. She can only bow and say that there is still work waiting for her on the young master's side.
Seeing this, Ryoma Genichirō did not force it. After Sakura left, his back suddenly straightened a little and his eyes brightened a little. The changes in details directly transformed him from a middle-aged old man who was forced to work into a veteran soldier who had been through many battles.
"This is Tokyo's underground drainage system. We call it the 'Iron Dome Temple'. The Maruyama Construction Company under our family took on this project. After it was completed, Tokyo has never had a flood again..."
The man with a sudden change of demeanor led Lu Mingfei and others inside. Occasionally, they could see a small submarine passing by. Old Tang whispered that this thing was absolutely perfect for smuggling contraband items. Lu Mingfei then asked why they would go through so much trouble to build such a big project.
Soon, the three arrived at the Rock Flow Research Institute. Because an experimental accident had just occurred, an investigation was underway to prevent similar accidents from happening again, so not many areas could be opened at the moment.
Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang took a quick look and found that the research institute covered a wide range of fields, covering almost everything from engineering equipment to new weapons to medical research.
If it weren't for the support of dragon blood, all the researchers inside would probably have turned into 25-year-old programmers, with sparse hair, dark circles under their eyes, pale skin, and a weak look on their faces.
"Are you doing research or a dare?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain.
Although he had never been to a factory to screw and clean screws, he had visited a factory under the Tianjiao Group. These researchers in white coats and thick glasses with bottle-bottom lenses looked like workers who had worked on the assembly line for eleven hours non-stop and then worked the night shift at a courier sorting station. They all looked as if they were doomed.
Ryoma Genichirō didn't take it seriously, and acted as if he was used to it: "They are just competing with others, trying to prove that Ganliu Research Institute is no worse than others, and they forced themselves into this situation."
Lu Mingfei understood and asked, "Will they also place large-yield bombs in their research results?"
He still had some reservations about this statement. After all, the Americans had given two great treasures to Japan, turning 400,000 strangers into acquaintances. There was no guarantee that they would also have the idea of repaying the favor by growing mushrooms in America.
"We respect the life and safety of every law enforcement officer." Ryoma Genichirō smiled faintly.
"Good, I wonder when the head of the Miyamoto family will be back. I can't wait to see him."
"Unfortunately, he won't be back until at least June."
"Soga, where are the heads of the Inuyama family and the Uesugi family?" Lu Mingfei's map of the Yan Kingdom was terribly short.
"Master Inuyama will be back in Tokyo today. He will host a banquet for you all in the evening." Ryoma Genichirō looked at him dimly and repeated what Masamune Tachibana said yesterday: "As for Master Uesugi, she is weak and needs to stay in bed to rest."
“Is he sick or what?” Lu Mingfei’s voice was muffled through the helmet, and he didn’t sound impatient at all, but inside he was already as impatient as a dog scratching iron.
Ever since he learned of the "death news" of his second uncle, Lu Mingfei had been extremely panicked. He was afraid that he died of a feud in the underworld, that he became a victim of power because of family infighting, and even more afraid that he died of a genetic disease.
However, this question obviously involved the privacy of another family head, so Ryoma Genichirō kept silent and indicated with his eyes that the question was beyond the scope.
Seeing this, Lu Mingfei nodded silently to show his understanding, his eyes hidden under the two headlights narrowed slightly, and his hands clenched into fists behind his back.
(End of this chapter)