After eating and drinking tea, it was time to get down to business.
"About two weeks ago, something strange happened in our group's territory." Michirou Juumonji calmly explained to Seiji, "Someone … froze to death."
"Froze to death?" Seiji furrowed his brows.
It was late autumn right now, so two weeks ago would have been the beginning of autumn. The temperature at that time wasn't high enough to freeze someone to death.
Unless it was a homeless person who was having a terrible time, ran into terrible weather, or was unlucky enough to be in poor health …
At any rate, this wasn't a normal occurrence.
"Yes, frozen to death, right in the corner of the street," Michirou said as he clapped his hands three times.
A burly man in a suit walked into the room, bowed, then placed an envelope on the table and left.
… Just how many people were standing outside the door? Seiji's curiosity was piqued.
But for now, he decided to look at the envelope first.
Michirou Juumonji took out a stack of photos from the envelope, picked out the first one, and slowly placed it in front of Seiji.
In the photo was a young man with a killer hairstyle, wearing a trendy jacket and jeans. He was curled up like a shrimp in a corner of an alleyway, hugging himself tightly. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were wide open; his expression was one of extreme terror.
"This was the first person we discovered, and I'm sure you can tell that he wasn't a homeless person with nowhere to go, nor was he a frail old man; he was just an ordinary hooligan with a bad character," Michirou said.
"Bad character," coming from the mouth of a mafia boss, sounded a little strange …
"That's right, he doesn't seem like the type of person who should freeze to death on the streets." Seiji nodded.
"But, he really did freeze to death … Our people were looking for him for some reason, and when they found him, he was already in this state — his entire body was stiff and cold, as if he had turned into an ice cube," Michirou said calmly.
"My subordinates reported it to me, and because I felt that it was strange, I decided to leave it alone, so I anonymously reported it to the police.
"Later, according to the information obtained from the police station, the case of the strange corpse was left unsolved! Without any investigation or investigation, he was cremated just like that. "
Seiji frowned.
"What about the family members of the deceased?"
"I don't know. This guy came here from the outside about a year ago. Nobody cares about his past or his family, and he doesn't have any close friends … He's the type of scum that doesn't matter even if he dies, "Michirou stated calmly.
Scum … There was no disdain in the word used by the underworld boss. It was purely a fact — no one cared about them even if they were dead, and they were of no value to others.
In fact, there were a lot of such people in society.
In his previous life, Seiji more or less understood the darkness in this aspect, so he would not make a fuss at this time.
From Michirou Juumonji's point of view, it was obvious that Seiji was knowledgeable in that area, and he must have learned it from his family.
"This is only the first one," Michirou continued as he took out a second photo and placed it in front of Seiji.
This photo was even more eerie: a middle-aged man with unkempt hair, a face full of stubble, and almost naked body was plastered against a wall. His face was also filled with fear, and his teeth were tightly clenched.
"This is the second one … Our people were looking for him for the same reason, and when they found him, they found him in this state — frozen to death just like the first person. His entire body was stiff and cold, and his flesh and skin were frozen together with the wall as if they were welded to it," Michirou stated calmly.
Seiji rubbed his chin in contemplation.
"If my guess is correct, this one is also …"
"Scum, a wanted criminal in hiding, and also someone who no one cares about even if he's dead."
"Just like the last one … the same identity, the same way he died …"
Michirou Juumonji nodded, and silently took out the rest of the photos.
There were five people in total, and five corpses. They all died in different ways, but all of their faces were filled with fear, and their postures were strange.
"This is everything we've discovered so far … They're all scum, frozen to death in some unknown corner. If it wasn't for our people specifically looking for them, who knows when they would've been discovered," Michirou stated.
"Why are you looking for them?" Seiji asked.
"Because … a type of 'medicine.'" Michirou lowered his head slightly.
Seiji raised his eyebrows in surprise.
The 'medicine' that the mafia were looking for … was definitely that type of thing.
"This type of 'medicine' … was sold by them? And the 'quality' is quite good, or the 'price' is relatively low? "
Michirou remained silent.
After a while, he slowly spoke up.
"Our people weren't able to obtain the actual 'medicine,' but according to the description, it seems rather strange.
It's a soft little ball that's somewhere between a solid and liquid state, and if you put it on your palm, it'll vibrate on its own.
If you consume it directly, you'll feel it move in your stomach, then your entire body will heat up, and then … it'll feel like you've entered another world.
"If you're an observer, you'll see that the person who consumes it seems like they're dead for about an hour — their breathing will be extremely weak, and their body temperature will drop to a very low level. But after that, they'll wake up and return to normal in another half an hour."
Seiji furrowed his brows.
"You've … never seen this type of 'medicine' before?"
"Yes, never," Michirou answered with absolute certainty. Michirou answered with absolute certainty, "Something like this appearing in our territory, of course we have to investigate it thoroughly."
"But all the people you found who sold it to you died in such a strange manner."
"That's right, we didn't find anything useful in their previous residences, and the trail was cut off completely."
"The police turned a blind eye to this?"
"Yes, all the corpses were ignored, and without any form of investigation, they were cremated."
"How much did they sell this thing at when they were alive? And who did they sell it to? "
"They sold it to young people at a third of the price of normal 'medicine.' More accurately, to people under the age of twenty-five."
Everyone fell silent.
"There are too many strange things about this incident, and the police ignored it, so you're thinking that it might have something to do with 'that side'?" Seiji asked calmly.
Michirou nodded.
"That's the only possibility I can think of … That's why I urgently want to know from the 'other side' what happened here … in our Juumonji Group's territory? Or what's happening right now … "
The mafia boss sighed.
"Something that can silence even the police isn't something that people like us, who live in the shadows, should be able to touch.
But … even if we're pedantic or stubborn, I feel that since we're making a living here, we need to know what's happening here.
Only by knowing what's happening can we think of a way to protect ourselves, as well as … everything that we want to protect!
"Haruta -sama … We're the mafia, and in the eyes of the higher-ups, we're insignificant existences. But just like how even ants have their own rules, we also have our own dignity and things that we can't back down from."
Michirou Juumonji slowly finished speaking, and once again, he retreated and prostrated himself in front of the boy in front of him.
"Here, I sincerely request that you … point out the mystery."
Seiji was rendered speechless.
'Even if you beg me, I don't know, mister!!'
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