Chapter 28: The Crumbling Soul Society
After dealing with the deceased in abnormal physical condition, let’s talk about the second turning point of the case.
As mentioned earlier, the deceased Ichigo Kurosaki, who had very stable social relationships, had a recently arrived transfer student named Rukia Kuchiki.
To check social relations, it would have been enough to just check basic information, but because Miss Rukia was new, the police, in line with the basic principle of not missing any clues, tried to extract the detailed file of this young lady.
The result cannot be presented.
The official explanation was that they did not have enough authority. Inspector Megure thought that was also possible. Wasn't their current victim's surname Suzuki?
——Does anyone know if Miss Rukia comes from a family whose surname cannot be revealed?
But this cannot be ignored. After all, the last call record in the mobile phone that Kurosaki Ichigo left at the scene (which is an important piece of evidence) has the number note of Rukia.
The police thought that they couldn't afford to offend both sides, so they decided to delay the case for now. Maybe after ten days or half a month, the case could be solved before the two young ladies ran into each other?
It's so naive.
Although the famous detective Kudo Shinichi has become a child, his keen observation ability has not diminished at all.
He was the first person to arrive at the crime scene, so naturally he would not miss the opportunity to investigate. Moreover, he was small now, so if he reached out to take the evidence, he would only be criticized by the police officer if he was discovered.
He had actually seen the call record that showed Kuchiki Rukia as the one in question.
"so what?"
Suzuki Sonoko, who had recovered her spirits, sat in the back seat of the car and blinked at Kudo Shinichi: "What does this have to do with us?"
As a high taxpayer living in a society ruled by law, Ms. Suzuki has full confidence in state organs: the police will definitely investigate such matters, so why should we rush?
Kudo Shinichi, who had practically reached masterful proficiency in the art of "reading Suzuki Sonoko's expressions," sighed and explained, "This clue was discovered a long time ago, but there's still no news. There are only two possibilities."
He pointed his finger and said seriously, "First, the police were unable to investigate. Second, because they were unable to investigate, they simply gave up the investigation."
"Then I'll go and complain to them."
This is what Ms. Suzuki Sonoko, who lives in a society ruled by law, said.
And then she actually went.
That afternoon, all the criminal department police inspectors, including Megure Juzo, received the news - the police are not afraid of complaints. After all, the judiciary is always imperfect, and there are always some weird things in society.
How can there be no disputes between people?
But the trouble of being complained by a hundred ordinary people is not as serious as being noticed by a rich man.
The daily life of rich people can be said to be very annoying. After converting capital into energy, what follows is a series of lawyer lawsuits, media pursuits, follow-up reports and various social doubts.
Logically speaking, the police in this world are already so useless that they need to be saved by a high school student. After causing such a commotion, it would be better for them to be disbanded right away!
Megure Jusan was so annoyed that his head was about to explode, but he still had to patiently talk to Miss Suzuki about life and try to resolve the complaint through negotiation.
Of course, he would definitely not talk about the part about the police's passive resistance, so the focus of the issue was blurred to the approval process.
"The relevant household registration information is private and is only provided to law enforcement agencies. However, the confidentiality level of that lady is very high. The application submitted by the police was not approved. We have no way to follow up the clues."
——In short, it’s all the fault of the household registration department. If you want to argue, please go to them!
Suzuki Sonoko said "Oh" as if she suddenly realized something, and quickly pursed her lips.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Sonoko puffed her cheeks and shook her head, "I think what Inspector Megure said is true."
Kudo Shinichi thought that was right, at least half of it was true.
Suzuki Sonoko pouted and curled up into a ball. Because she was unhappy, she even started making a gurgling sound from her throat, which sounded like an enlarged pufferfish squatting at the bottom of the pool and blowing a series of bubbles.
Super cute.
The child detective gently moved his fingers, turned his face away, and said, "Now that we've found the crux of the matter, let's start with the household registration information that's so difficult to obtain for Miss Kuchiki Rukia."
"Maybe not..."
Fugu Yuanzi blinked and said, "I think not providing the information is probably a deliberate act of revenge."
"ha?"
Yuanzi sniffed: "Before... I was a little unhappy..."
She seemed to be at a loss for words, and as she spoke, she made an awkward expression: "Then I made a prank app. When I was free, I topped up my phone credit and had it call the same number every day. It also sent all kinds of garbled text or scary pictures..."
Kudo Shinichi frowned: "Should I be thankful...? You didn't treat me the same way?"
"You're not that annoying yet!"
Suzuki Sonoko immediately defended herself, "You didn't lie to me, nor did you abandon me and run away. Even if I hate you so much, I wouldn't do such a thing!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Kudo Shinichi felt a strange sense of movement.
The next second, he couldn't help but want to knock his head.
How on earth had he managed to get along with this guy for over ten years?
Could even an excuse like "not that annoying" be considered touching to him?!
"So," the little detective cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and asked with a dejected look, "Does your prank call have anything to do with this?"
Suzuki Sonoko instantly became dejected again.
"The person I've been harassing through the app," she pursed her lips, a little listlessly, "is Reiji Munakata, the head of the Fourth Branch of the Household Registration Division of the Tokyo Legal Affairs Bureau."
——Reishi Munakata was wronged.
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At the same time, the Household Registration Department, which was blamed by the Metropolitan Police Department, was still carrying out its daily work in an orderly manner.
Fushimi Saruhiko sat in his own box, nonchalantly tapping the keyboard in front of him with a single finger.
His half-closed brows were filled with an indescribable irritability. Even though he had already shouldered most of the decision-making work in the department, he still gave people the illusion that he was too lazy to do anything.
The specific structure of the Family Registration Section under the Tokyo Ministry of Justice can be said to be very novel.
The first three sub-offices are responsible for the management of household registration, and their style is similar to the various retirement departments for training veteran cadres. Their main work content is drinking tea, growing flowers and reading newspapers.
Only the fourth one is abnormal.
To outsiders, the only difference of Scepter4 may be that "the average age of its members is only half of that of the three departments next door", and they are all handsome and their uniforms are very fashionable.
But in the eyes of those who know them, these handsome young men in blue clothes are the main force in maintaining the underground harmony of the city of Tokyo.
Unfortunately, the three neighboring departments don’t understand.
So after the Metropolitan Police Department put the blame on them, the old man from Section One put on his glasses and checked, and found that it had nothing to do with them, so he put the blame on Section Two.
The old lady in the second guest room imitated him and threw the blame to the third section chief.
Before the third section chief could get ready to start shifting the blame, the fourth section's deputy section chief, Ms. Seri Awashima, calmly grabbed the blame.
After comforting the old men and women who were waiting to retire, Awashima clenched his fists expressionlessly and kicked open the door of Fushimi Saruhiko's office.
"You rejected this application?"
Hearing her cold voice, Fushimi yawned lazily on the keyboard, then weakly raised his arm to take the newspaper from Awashima's hand.
"Ah, this is it..."
He turned his head and rubbed it on the table, yawning listlessly. "Should I say it's no wonder your last name is Suzuki? You don't have to do anything, and there are always a bunch of people trying to please you, fanning the flames."
"That's not the point," Awashima Seri's forehead twitched. "All applications to legal and political institutions require approval at a corresponding level, and only the director has the right to reject them. Why didn't I see this application to access someone's household registration file before the Metropolitan Police Department released it to the media?"
“Um…”
Fushimi sat up straight by holding onto the table, and made a "tsk" sound as if he had thought of something bad.
"According to the Scepter4 code of conduct, confidential information above the red level must not be disclosed to legal institutions below the orange level, and Miss Kuchiki Rukia happens to be on the red list."
“This has nothing to do with whether it’s rejected or not, right?”
Fushimi Saruhiko pushed his glasses up. "After all, according to the relevant regulations, involving someone on the red list means that the application itself is [overstepping authority]."
"Besides," he turned his head slightly and raised his chin slightly towards the person who had been standing at the door for some time. "The victim of the case is Miss Suzuki. I remember seeing a photo of her a long time ago..."
It seemed like he took a long time to recall the contents of the photo, and he said in an uncertain tone, "I have a feeling that the person standing behind President Suzuki at that time was the leader of our Blue Clan."
Having said this, Fushimi Saruhiko tilted his head gloomily and clicked his tongue slightly at the king he was currently serving who was standing at the door.
"Isn't it okay if I just dismiss it?"
The third-in-command glanced at the first-in-command, rolled his eyes at the second-in-command, and said, "If the head of the department saw this, he might, out of a moment of weakness or for some other reason, do something to discredit our Legal Affairs Bureau's title of Outstanding Department of the Year."
The leader who was being criticized pushed his glasses as if nothing had happened, while Reiji Munakata's expression was closer to simple confusion.
He asked Fushimi curiously, "Am I such a reckless person in your eyes?"
"It has nothing to do with Wumou~"
The young clan member tutted lazily, "I just think you're a lot more soft-hearted than you look."
——So, let’s just stop with Suzuki and the others.
Miss Suzuki, who was stopped, followed her heart and cursed her ex-ex-ex-fiancé harshly.
Just because conventional means don’t work doesn’t mean unconventional means won’t work either.
Suzuki Sonoko thought about it all night and felt that she could not let Reiji Munakata become a stepping stone on her road to safety.
It would be a lie to say that she had no sense of crisis at all. Having a unique way of thinking and being stupid are two different things. Although the members of the Black Organization were handsome (although she had only seen one), she knew clearly that this organization must be very dangerous.
——No matter what aspect of the drug the property of [becoming smaller] is mutated in, the research direction of related drugs alone can clearly illustrate the degree of neurosis of this organization.
A group of paranoid and crazy psychopaths will not care about any financial threats.
Even if it can deter them temporarily, when they are at the end of their rope, they may suddenly have a brainwave and want to pull a mountain of gold into the water.
Suzuki Sonoko spent many years trying to learn how to swim, and she didn't want to drown in the water with the blond, long-haired ghost.
Even if he is a cool and handsome guy, it won’t work.
After a night of worry, Suzuki Sonoko woke up scratching her hair. She picked up her mobile phone in a daze and found an unread email.
She didn't know the sender, and the number and email address were also strange. The wording of the whole text was very concise and could be summarized into one meaning.
[Don't investigate that person named Rukia Kuchiki, she won't cause you any harm].
Suzuki Sonoko read this passage three times in a half-asleep state, yawned nonchalantly, and quickly chose to delete it.
——If you say it’s okay, then it’s okay, right?
——You have browsed her personal profile and know where she is from, right?
——Is there something wrong with my brain? Why should I believe you?
Mr. Reiji Munakata, who got up early for work, was browsing Rukia Kuchiki's file and took a sip of tea with a calm expression.
He put down the teacup and looked at the communication terminal beside him.
The terminal is unresponsive.
Ten minutes later, Awashima Seri walked into his office holding today's review documents, and Reiji Munakata officially started work.
Before he started writing, he looked at the communication terminal beside him.
The terminal still didn't respond.
Half an hour later, Mr. Fushimi Saruhiko, who claimed that he had finished all his work for the day, knocked on his door leisurely with his sword in hand, saying that his bones were stiff from sitting and he wanted to go out for a tour.
Reiji Munakata nodded and glanced at the terminal while approving the leave note.
The terminal screen suddenly flashed.
The Blue King calmly handed the leave note to his subordinate, who looked hesitant and inquiring, then calmly picked up the terminal and tapped it lightly.
——There is an additional advertisement in the message prompt.
He gently pushed his glasses up, and expressionlessly stuffed the terminal into the drawer. He then pulled out a box of loose puzzle pieces from the bottom layer, breathed a long sigh of relief, and decided not to work today.
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When Suzuki Sonoko woke up from her nap, her cell phone rang again.
However, this time it was not a strange encrypted number, but one of the few familiar numbers that Suzuki Sonoko could memorize - Ximen Sojiro.
"Are you awake?"
Yuanzi snuggled in the quilt and nodded.
After nodding, he remembered that Ximen couldn't see him, so he added slowly: "Awake."
A gentle and pleasant laugh came from the other side of the receiver.
Ximen Sojiro told her to brush her teeth as soon as she got up, and slowly talked about some of his own things. Although Suzuki Sonoko turned on the speakerphone, all she could hear were the sounds of rinsing her mouth, wiping her face, and rinsing the towel.
Just like when they lived together a few years ago, the fiancée walked around slowly. Because she didn't like to get up early, she even had to squint from time to time while eating breakfast.
Ximen Sojiro sat on the sofa in the Yingde lounge, his expression was no different from that of the past. The mobile phone next to his ear rang softly, and even the occasional small exclamation from his fiancée, he could easily picture her expression at that moment in his mind.
——He could even guess that this silly girl must have tripped over her slippers that she had kicked around before going to bed.
Half an hour passed without any communication. When the high-quality mechanical communication product naturally began to heat up due to the long call, Miss Suzuki Sonoko finally woke up from her drowsy state.
She held the phone between her ear and shoulder, as if she hadn't noticed anything wrong with her conversation with Simon. Using the same tone as she would when answering a normal call, she asked, "What do you want from me so early in the morning?"
Simon, who was standing opposite, made some folding noises. "I read today's newspaper."
"ah?"
"I'm just a little surprised," Ximen Sojiro sighed, "Sonoko encountered such a terrible thing as kidnapping, and she didn't even think of finding someone to cry to..."
At this point, his voice paused. "Is it really because my current fiancé is more responsible? He's learned how to comfort a single-celled organism like you so quickly."
Suzuki Sonoko felt so frustrated that she didn't know how to vomit.
"Why isn't Sonoko talking?"
"I'm trying to organize my words," Sonoko breathed. "I'm trying to decide whether to start by complaining about my elementary school-age fiancé or arguing with you about the term 'single-celled organisms'."
Ximen Soujiro smiled and hummed, seemingly naturally following her hesitation in answering the question. Then he suggested, "How about you complain to me about your new fiancé first, and then, after you've taken advantage of me, you can have a fight with me about the name."
There was a clear rumbling sound from Miss Suzuki Sonoko's stomach.
"Are you okay?" She scratched her hair. "If you are okay, tell me now. If not, I'm going downstairs to have breakfast."
Ximen Sojiro already knew what she wanted to know and had no intention of teaching her anything more, so he simply stated the purpose of his call.
"I asked Ling to help investigate the matter concerning the suspect."
A light bulb suddenly lit up next to Suzuki Sonoko's head: Oh, that's right, besides the police who are incompetent, there is also a first-rate gang here!
"How should I put it," Ximen flipped through the scattered documents in front of him. "Ling only got the names of two people, a man and a woman, so I started my investigation from those two people."
He flipped to the cover of the file and said, "This girl named Kuchiki Rukia is a blank person."
Yuanzi turned on the hands-free mode and took notes seriously with a pen. When he encountered words he didn't understand, he would ask questions immediately.
"What does Blank Man mean?"
"Simply put, it means virtual household registration."
Ximen Sojiro explained, "A person is the sum of all social relationships. In today's society, a complete file can basically describe a person's entire life trajectory."
"A blank person is someone who exists in the household registration records but does not exist in reality."
"They have complete birth records, complete growth certificates, graduation certificates from kindergarten to high school and university, signed contracts for their first internships, and complete medical and social security records. They are rightfully included in the national register."
"But when you actually go to that school or the company that signed the contract to investigate, you will find that this person does not exist in reality."
"Because that information itself represents a person, anyone without an identity or a trace of existence can, by simply donning the [human skin] provided by this file, instantly blend into society and become a seamless part of the masses."
"Kuchiki Rukia, this is the situation."
Suzuki Sonoko was in a state of shock, but also subtly eager to try.
"Does this mean there's something wrong with her?"
As if sensing the suppressed curiosity in her words, as if she had discovered a new world, Ximen Sojiro also laughed. "A girl with no trace of her existence must be problematic. And the fact that she was able to obtain this kind of virtual household registration means that the channels behind it are probably not simple."
"It's not easy..."
"In short, it means it's very dangerous."
Ximen Sojiro warned her, "Remember to be careful."
Sonoko nodded: "What about the other one?"
Simon then threw Kuchiki Rukia's information back on the table and picked up another one to read.
"Kurosaki Ichigo is a perfectly normal high school student."
He twisted the yellowed footer of the file, and waited until Suzuki Sonoko sighed in disappointment before slowly turning to the next page.
"There's nothing wrong with Kurosaki Ichigo," Simon paused, "but his father, Kurosaki Isshin, is also a blank slate, just like that Kuchiki Rukia."
"Can the descendants of blank people still be registered?"
"Why not?"
Ximen Sojiro blinked. "Didn't I say that they exist in society? They're legitimate citizens giving birth to a child. Shouldn't the hospital accept them?"
"...Why do I suddenly feel that the world is a little scary?"
"It's actually not that bad. As long as we follow the connections, we can find some information." He turned to the second page of information. "The file for constructing Kurosaki Isshin's [human skin] is much simpler than Kuchiki Rukia's."
"Twenty years ago, paper archives were the dominant form of documentation. Although most of them have been destroyed, some traces of them still exist."
He spoke slowly, and Sonoko wrote slowly after him: "Kurosaki Isshin was a son-in-law. He only took the Kurosaki surname after marrying Kurosaki Masaki, but his birth certificate, education, and social security all belong to a man named Yamada Rikka. This man named Yamada became ill at the age of 19 and was hospitalized at Karakura General Hospital for a long time."
"According to the hospital's internal medical records, Yamada Rikka was discharged at the age of 24. However, in the early medication records of Karakura General Hospital, the medication notes for Yamada's ward were all mainly anti-tumor drugs, and the dosages were constantly increasing, eventually even including morphine."
"According to dosage calculations, a cancer patient must have died in Yamada Rikka's ward during his hospitalization."
Now Sonoko understood: "In other words, the real Yamada Rikka died of cancer at the age of 24 in Karakura General Hospital. After his death, a [blank person] inherited his household registration, lived on as Yamada Rikka, and became the current Kurosaki Isshin?"
Simon nodded with a look of satisfaction.
"Wow, this world really is so scary..."
"Kurosaki Isshin was a son-in-law, and her official status was obtained after she married Kurosaki Masaki. Therefore, the person who possesses this power should be Kurosaki Ichigo's mother."
"To be more specific, it's Kurosaki Masaki's former fiancé, Ishida Ryugen," Ximen snapped his fingers, "He's the director of Karakura General Hospital."
Suzuki Sonoko was shocked.
"...In this world, there are actually fiancés who are willing to work diligently to help their fiancées find a husband?!"
Ximen Soujiro was immediately choked by her sigh.
——What are you surprised about?
——What's so surprising about this to you!
——Otherwise, what do you think I was doing when you called me so many times before and kept asking me what happened to Feng Jingye?
Suzuki Sonoko hung up the phone with a look of surprise on her face, completely lost in deep sigh of [There are such strange things in the world.jpg].
wrong.
She straightened her expression and sighed again: Oh my god, that Black Organization that has been targeting her and researching fake drugs every day, and that ex-fiancé Kurosaki Ichigo who tried to kidnap her!
He happens to be a medical professional!
The famous detective Suzuki Sonoko touched her chin thoughtfully.
Just wait, murderer!
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This information, which came from an unusual source (after all, it was collected by the underworld), was packed up and sent to the police that afternoon.
Miss Suzuki Sonoko, who is considerate of the police and eager to help with the investigation, is now sitting in the reception room of the Metropolitan Police Department, waiting for the police, who no longer have any excuse to escape, to give her an explanation quickly.
Ichigo Kurosaki has been staying in Urahara Kisuke's shop these days, and the specific investigation matters have been left to the hat shop manager.
After waiting for 18 hours, he finally found the address of the Feng family research center in the basement of the factory building in the north, and successfully found his body in a row of laboratories.
Too bad he's not wearing any clothes.
As for the subsequent handling of matters...
Urahara Kisuke said he would take care of it.
When Ichigo Kurosaki took a taxi home wearing the old-style Shinigami uniform provided by Urahara, the driver braked the car with difficulty and stopped at the entrance of an alley a block away from their clinic.
"What's going on in there?"
The driver stuck his head out of the window, carefully looked at the crowd in front of him, turned around and said to him, "It seems like the police are investigating a case?"
"police……"
Two hundred meters away at the Kurosaki Clinic, rows of police cars blocked the residential alleys tightly, and a group of police officers looked at the two-story building at the same time.
Megure Juzo held a loud speaker and warned in a serious tone: "Attention everyone inside, you are surrounded."
He paused for a moment and continued shouting, "For your personal safety, please do not resist excessively—"
The two young daughters of the Kurosaki family were left at school by their teacher, leaving only Rukia Kuchiki, who was sleeping in the closet, standing at the second-floor window, holding the window sill with one hand and holding the other hand horizontally in front of her with an extremely agile and handsome posture.
The look on his face showed that he was about to launch a radical resistance against the police officers underground.
The Thirty-threeth Breaking Path: The Falling Blue Fire!
At this moment, Reiji Munakata, who was still playing a jigsaw puzzle in the office, couldn't help but take the terminal out of the drawer and take a look at it.
At this moment, Fushimi Saruhiko was walking slowly in the alley near Homura.
At the same moment, Kuchiki Rukia gathered her meager spiritual energy and prepared with all her might, while the secret of Soul Society's existence was revealed under the siege of a group of police officers.
It's already crumbling!
The young boy Kurosaki Ichigo, who was sitting in a taxi at the street corner, couldn't help but hit his head on the back of the front seat.
——He hadn’t forgotten what he had seen and heard in the laboratory yet, but the gates of the juvenile detention center and the reformatory had already appeared before his eyes...
The author has something to say: I think the first-class merit on the military medal should go to Mei Zuo Ling...
In the next chapter, Munakata will come to clean up the mess of his ex-fiancée :-D
The public opinion war to defend Soul Society is about to begin!
On: What can my fiancé and I do together?
Answer: Destroyed Soul Society before Aizen's attack!
As long as you have money, there is no supernatural information that you can’t dig out!
The original work never mentioned the origin of Kurosaki Isshin's household registration, but there should be no birth records of the Shinigami. In this article, the [Blank Man] is set to be applicable to all forces, which means that including Soul Society, Quincy, Youkai and Hell, as well as Shikigami, etc., there are [virtual household registrations] prepared for blank people.
Finally, as usual, I would like to ask for a comment. The anti-theft setting of this article is 60%. If the setting is below 60, please read the article after 48 hours. Good night everyone (づ￣ 3￣)づ
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