After I carefully reviewed the confidential files regarding Nakamura's death, there are loopholes, gaps and inconsistencies that could connect everything linking to Nakamura's death and her murder.
I wasn't suprised since I already knew the reason for the incompetency of Tokyo's law enforcements,
The staggering and rising corruption among them, and their unforgivable collaborations with the Yakuzas.
Sadly, they closed Nakamura's case so fast as if they didn't want it to spread in the media and the collaborators wanted to remain unexposed.
Knowing they closed Nakamura's case that fast, I thought of one detail, Nakamura was killed by a Yakuza, a high-ranking member in their organization, and it's up to me to find out who.
I'm on my way to where Nakamura was killed. The files state that it was ten miles away from Tokyo.
While looking outside through the taxi's window, the dark, lonely roads on the outskirts of Tokyo have an eerie and desolate atmosphere, far removed the city's bustling center.
Dim streetlights cast long, wavering shadows, barely illuminating the cracked asphalt and overgrown edges. The air is thick with the silence of the night, punctuated only by the occasional distant hum of a passing vehicle or the rustle of leaves in the wind.
The roads twist and turn through dense, foreboding woods and abandoned buildings, giving off an unsettling feeling as if the shadows themselves are watching. These roads, shrouded in mystery and darkness, seem to hold secrets waiting to be uncovered.
Arriving exactly where Nakamura was killed based on the files, I got out of the taxi and paid the taxi driver with an appropriate amount of fare.
Knowing Nakamura was killed here and the police never really had an investigation here, standing here feels so disturbing.
I took ten steps from wherever I was standing. I looked on the ground and saw a faint mark of blood, a pool of blood.
It was Nakamura's blood, and the way the mark shows, she was really left there to die alone and the killer intended her body to never be found and recovered.
I moved forward again, hoping to find another detail.
After taking fifty steps from where Nakamura's blood was marked, I saw five bullet shells on the ground.
The bullet shells suggested that the murderer killed Nakamura from 125 feet apart with a firearm.
I picked one of the bullet shells on the ground.
After inspecting the bullet shell prudently, it was a .45 ACP bullet. The murderer used a handgun caliber to shoot Nakamura to death five times.
While looking at the bullet shell, I couldn't help to but think that most of the Yakuzas that I fought and killed didn't use firearms that had .45 ACP bullets in them, they mostly used guns with 9mm bullets.
Either they upgraded their arsenal with better firearms, or the Yakuzas didn't kill Nakamura, someone who owns guns with .45 ACP bullets did.
I dropped the bullet shell to the ground.
But I sensed something is looming at the dark corners of this lonely road.
As I Iooked to my right, a light emerged from the dark corner.
A car's headlight.
Someone in a car was watching from the very dark corner.
I approached the car shrouded with shadows to confront the person inside of it.
But suddenly, the car accelerated at me with such full speed.
I evaded the speeding car with a tumble, and the car took a hard right.
I ran to chase the car, but the driver had no intention of stopping in their tracks.
Despite my enhanced speed, I still couldn't keep up with the car as it kept on speeding every second away from me. The car vanished into the dark shadows that shrouding the roads.
I stood alone on the dark and lonely roads, staring at the car speeding away back to Tokyo.