in2ebook Chapter 1292 The Speed King of Fumina
Chapter 1292 The Speed King of Fumina
Chapter 1292 The Speed King of Fumina Mountain
"What 'leaving the team, leaving here'? It's just a pose, isn't it?! Atsuo Tadada, don't you know? How could he possibly leave Blackstar? When has this 'Red Demon of the Mountain' ever taken responsibility?!"
Riko Mizobata stared wide-eyed at the man inside the car, whose head was drooping and who was no longer breathing.
"That's true. People who have been involved in biker gangs don't leave so easily. It's normal that they can't escape even if they die." Tadada Atsuo didn't refute her statement, but just looked at Mizobata Riko with the same disdainful gaze and sneered twice.
He just couldn't stand this woman who had no real feelings for anyone, who only admired strength but insisted on acting as if she respected morality and feelings. He thought she was hypocritical.
"Perhaps he really does plan to wait until things calm down before trying to form a new racing team." Shimotori Taishi, perhaps thinking of his son, finally sighed, "Once you get involved in this kind of thing, there's no way you can get out unscathed."
Even if a guy who joins a biker gang dyes his hair back to its original color, wears a suit and tie, and tries to look like a normal office worker, what good will it do? Can he erase the smell of gangsters from his body?
In the end, he did indeed pay with his life for this vendetta stemming from gang warfare.
Knowing these things, he tried hard to persuade his son to leave before his son's death. When he finally received the news of his son's death, he was heartbroken, but not too shocked or unable to accept it.
Choosing a path comes with its own price; there's nothing surprising about that.
"That's why I decided to stop him, to stop him completely, so that he can never touch a car again!" Riko Mizobata's voice grew louder as she became more and more convinced of her point.
"No, I think he must be very regretful. His confession is genuine." Not wanting to hear any more of her excuses and justifications, Shinichi Kudo tugged at Heiji Hattori's baseball cap on his head.
"What do you mean?" Riko Mizobata turned her head and glared at him.
"His lighter and cigarette case were both next to the odometer," Shinichi Kudo pointed behind the steering wheel. "You drive yourself, so you should know that if you put something there, you have to lean forward to reach it, and he was still smoking after leaving the service area. You also said that Mr. Koki Kohei is a very experienced race car driver; how could he not feel such an obvious foreign object on his neck?"
"You mean, he didn't cut it because—" Riko Mizobata couldn't believe it, but looking at the cigarette pack and lighter still lying on the side of the mileage display panel, she couldn't offer any objections.
"Ah, yes, he was already mentally prepared. He made a mistake, caused someone's death, so paying for it with his own death is another principle of this biker gang."
An experienced driver's keen sense of vehicle condition will not be completely diminished by a little bit of hypnotic drugs, let alone the ancient city of Junpyeong that survived the treacherous mountain roads on a rainy night.
He must have discovered it—the fishing line that could have killed him. Detectives could easily deduce this from his personal connections; Kojo Gunpei couldn't possibly be unaware of who did it.
However, when Riko Mizobata drove up to him, looking terrified and asking for his help, Koki Gunpei rolled down his car window.
This is also why the detectives previously said they didn't know whether this should be considered suicide.
The deceased acted intentionally, but whether this claim, based on inferences made at the scene, will be accepted by the police and the court is uncertain.
"Huh?" Atsuo Tadada was truly baffled. "Did he do it on purpose? This...this is..."
Out of the blue, two of the most outstanding fighters, one died in a random match because of jealousy, and the other chose to commit suicide to atone for his mistake. The people of Blackstar are really something else, making it seem like even his long-time rival is acting strangely.
"Don't misunderstand, I don't sympathize with him. After all, he also took another young life. This also makes Ms. Mizobata a criminal." Shinichi Kudo shook his head. "That approach is too extreme. He and you are both."
Whether it's risking one's life to gamble over a romantic dispute or killing someone for the same reason, neither is more justifiable than the other.
If Shinichi Kudo had to give his opinion, everything should have had better options.
"Exactly. I don't think that past identities and experiences can ever be erased. As long as you want to change, as long as you're willing to face the facts of what happened, what can't be changed? Life isn't something that's static." Hattori Heiji nodded in agreement, exchanging a knowing look with Kudo Shinichi.
Perhaps the Kudo of the past would have believed that, for whatever reason, choosing this path was the wrong answer, whether it was Riko Mizobata or the deceased himself.
However, after all these days, and in dealing with the organization and even more criminals, Kudo must have felt it too.
Only in the eyes of children is the world black and white. As for the gray areas, as long as those people are willing to move towards a better future, they should be given room to repent and correct their mistakes. This is the part that social flexibility should encompass, and it is also the gap that the law should truly consider.
For example—
"Motorcycle gangs, huh? That's definitely a problem." Takagi Wataru remarked as he watched Mizobata Riko being handcuffed and led away by Sato Miwako. "You didn't know, did you? Actually, Officer Sato once—"
"What? Was she a biker gang member?" Hattori Heiji's eyes widened as he leaned closer.
The three people's statements were somewhat exaggerated, but the claim that "once you've joined a biker gang, you're bound to be involved for life" is not entirely wrong.
Joining certain professions is tantamount to immersing oneself in the gray, underground rules. The longer one stays and the higher one's achievements, the more one understands the rules and related interests, and even becomes an integral part of them.
Even if someone wants to quit their criminal activities at this point, and even if they are truly sincere and want to do good, these chains of interests and entanglements of grudges and favors cannot be severed.
By breaking free from these rules, one is indeed far removed from primal violence and desire, but also loses protection and is destined to be swallowed up by one's past experiences. The situation of Kojo Gunpei perfectly fits this description.
If he were a simpleton and felt no remorse for Ah Zhang's death, he might simply hand over the leadership position to someone else for a while. In that case, no matter how much Mizobata Riko resented him, she wouldn't be able to easily take action against him, and his caravan members wouldn't agree to it either.
In short, if a biker gang member leaves their old gang and becomes a police officer, that's far more exciting than biker gang members killing each other.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Takagi Wataru was startled and waved his hands repeatedly. "I meant how Officer Sato has been dealing with these speeding guys before. If she were to really drive seriously, she would be much better than them."
This wasn't actually told to him by Sato Miwako; Sato isn't the kind of person who likes to boast about past achievements. It was told to him by Sato Miwako's good friend, Miyamoto Yumi.
According to Yumi Miyamoto, Miwako Sato, with her superb driving skills, kept the street racers in check and brought back all the troublemakers who were provoking others on the road to teach them a lesson. Due to her unique driving style and the fact that any street racers who had come into contact with her car would disappear, she even earned a very intimidating nickname in the underworld, something like "The White Witch".
However, since Miwako Sato was completely unaware of this, she herself was also unaware of it.
"The White Witch? That sounds impressive. Why would anyone say that? Her car wasn't white either." Hattori Heiji rubbed his chin. "I remember her car wasn't the Mazda her father left her—"
"Yes, it's a Mazda RX-7FD. Actually, this car used to be white, but she almost got scratched by a skidding car while chasing a speeding gang on Mount Fuyina in Gunma Prefecture. She felt that white was too easy to mistake in snowy and foggy weather, so she changed the paint to red."
"Cough, cough cough cough————" Tang Ze, who knew exactly what the joke was, couldn't help but choke.
Goodness, is that Miwako Sato, the racing legend of Fuyuna?
However, according to Tang Ze's recollection, the plot did indeed mention this white witch.
Miwako Sato's driving skills are also quite impressive. This nickname stems from two reasons: firstly, those who have seen her white FD will vaguely realize that the driver is a woman; secondly, it's because Sato likes to slightly apply the handbrake when drifting through corners, creating a screeching sound from the tires to enhance the drift feel and make cornering more graceful. In local street racer legends, this sound is like the scream of a witch shrieking in the snowy mountains.
Anyway, it's a kind of alternative urban legend, and Sato Miwako is definitely the strictest mother of the biker gang.
Because they didn't know that the White Witch was actually a police officer, she ended up being worshipped and imitated by bikers. Now, more than half of the bikers there choose the White FD.
On another note, it seems that everyone who has ridden in or driven Sato's father's car eventually becomes a racing legend. Could it be that the buff isn't from Kenji Hagiwara or Tooru Amuro, but from the car itself? Should we find an opportunity to investigate this?
"Wow, that's amazing!" Hattori Heiji patted his friend's back, who was choking, as if Tang Ze was simply surprised. "Then she should show off her skills and give these guys who are obsessed with江湖恩怨 (jianghu grudges) a good scare."
Of these suspects, apart from Shimitori Taishi, who is a genuine victim's family member, the other two, along with the deceased and their convoy, should all be taken back to the police station for a proper education. Simply arresting Mizobata Riko is probably not enough.
"Shh, shh, don't go around talking nonsense, or you'll cause her some trouble—" Takagi Wataru warned in a low voice.
If word gets out that there's a female police officer whose driving skills surpass those of all the biker gangs, it won't serve any purpose as a deterrent. Instead, it might encourage these thrill-seeking young people, whose minds are filled with nothing but dopamine and hormones, to start chasing after police cars and provoking them. That would be terrible.
"Then you'd better convince Officer Sato to give these guys a run for their money. It's really not worth losing two lives over such a trivial matter." Shinichi Kudo walked over, put the baseball cap back on Heiji Hattori's head, and said casually.
Heiji Hattori insisted that Hattori put the baseball cap on him, saying that there were surveillance cameras at the toll booths and that he should cover his face.
Now that the case is resolved, they are ready to start afresh, so there's no need for all this trouble.
"Well, that depends on what Sato thinks," Takagi Wataru said, glancing at the sky and sighing inwardly.
The most pressing issue right now isn't the biker gang or anything like that, but rather how to deal with the fact that a suspect has inexplicably appeared as a freebie in their dinner reservations, which they can barely keep up with.
Let's take them back to the police station first. If their colleagues find out that the two of them took time off to go on a date or something, they might be detained and forced to work overtime again.
"What are you thinking?" Sato Miwako asked curiously as she walked back.
"N-nothing, uh, so should we both go back to the First Investigation Division? We need to explain Riko Mizobata's situation."
"Ah, no need. I've already notified Yumi." Sato Miwako smiled and waved her phone. "Besides the suspect and the victim, there's also the vehicle involved that needs to be dealt with. It can't be handled by just the detectives. Yumi will be here with her colleagues soon to take them and the car back together."
In any case, according to the normal procedure, the traffic police should have taken over the investigation, and then, taking into account the unnatural circumstances of Kojo Gunpyeong's death, the case should have been transferred to the First Investigation Division.
The detective's sudden appearance prevented the potential deathly pronouncements from the deceased's vehicle and led to the suspect's capture on the spot. This was a low-probability, accidental event and cannot be taken seriously.
"Sato————" Takagi Wataru's eyes lit up, believing that Sato Miwako's handling of the matter was entirely due to the invitation.
Impatient with the young couple's public displays of affection, Kogoro Mouri snorted and pulled his daughter aside.
"Alright, let's go. If we don't hurry back, we'll miss cooking time."
"Dad, haven't you been getting along well with Mom lately? Why are you still acting like this? —" Ran Mouri was both amused and exasperated.
She could understand her father's midlife crisis to some extent, but it shouldn't be that he felt uncomfortable seeing couples.
"It's obvious that Attorney Kisaki didn't agree to him moving forward with the relationship," Hattori Heiji said with a grin, offering this simple deduction.
"Besides, even if I rush back at this time, I might not have time to cook," Shinichi Kudo stated realistically.
It's already this late; when Tokyo gets congested, it's no joke.
Sure enough, by the time they finally returned to the front of the Mori Detective Agency, it was already completely dark.
If I go to buy groceries now, even if I manage to buy the last few discounted vegetables nearing their expiration date, it will end up as a late-night snack.
In the end, everyone sat in the Polo Cafe and, under Amuro Tooru's gaze, ordered their last dinner.
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