Chapter 9 Murder

After nightfall, Tokyo is ablaze with lights, and the dazzling lights brighten the dark blue sky.

Atobe Keigo stood at the window of Oshima's office on a high floor, overlooking the splendid night view of this commercial city. The cup of Mandheling coffee in his hand had already finished emitting the last bit of steam.

He turned around and glanced at Oshima, who, after getting off the operating table, sank into the soft sofa in an extremely tired posture, took off his glasses and placed them on the coffee table in front of him, his dark blue hair fell messily on his forehead, and a bottle of 1982 red wine on the coffee table was almost empty.

"It looks like you've been hit hard, huh?"

Atobe raised his eyebrows and took a sip of the already cold coffee. He seemed dissatisfied with the cooling temperature and taste, and frowned and put it aside.

"You are so ruthless, Atobe." Oshida sat cross-legged on the sofa, forced a helpless smile, his facial features without glasses disappeared in the dim light and shadow, with a unique mood, "Sudden medical accident, the first operation on Batista failed, at least comfort me?"

The lazy voice just covered his fatigue, but Atobe remembered that when he took off his equipment and walked out of the operating room, his head was full of sweat and tiredness, and his dark blue hair covered the sadness in his eyes, which was an expression that Kansai Wolf never had on weekdays.

"The genius of Hyotei can also feel lost, it's a miracle." Atobe sneered, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and took off his suit. He was only wearing a white shirt, and his silhouette was slender on the window, "That doesn't suit you, Oshida."

The pronunciation of the second half of the sentence was emphasized, and it was an affirmative sentence.

Oshima smiled faintly and shook his head: "In the operating room, everyone's attention was focused on the heart, as if it was not a personal organ, but a part of a machine that could be disassembled at will. But when the heart really stopped beating, everyone began to panic and remembered that there was a living person lying there, but it was too late. Isn't this ironic?"

"Oshima..." Atobe frowned.

"I have seen more death cases than this, cold corpses and necrotic organs. I thought I was numb to all of this." Oshima Yuushi, the genius of Hyotei, finally showed a hazy look on his face, "But Atobe, really, is very frustrated."

"If this succeeds, the Children's Heart Research Center can be approved, right?"

"The fact is, we have to make a proper explanation for this medical accident, and we have to explain the failure of the Children's Heart Center plan at the board meeting, although these are things that Dean Sato should worry about." Oshima smiled bitterly and shook the empty wine glass in his hand.

"Forget it, Oshitari." Atobe sneered, "You just feel that you are a disgrace to the name of a genius because your first surgery failed."

"I am not you, Atobe."

"Do you care about that child?"

"Think about what we were doing when we were fifteen?"

Oshitari smiled elegantly.

The hustle and bustle on the clay court that year has become a vigorous past. Time flies, and Atobe remembers that since then, the abandoned room in his attic has been filled with head rackets. The dust has grown thicker with age. The juniors and companions who once fought side by side at that time finally disappeared one by one in their busy careers. In fact, Oshitari is probably the only close friend who has accompanied him all the way in his student days.

At that time, they were so young and arrogant that they could recklessly sway their youthful sweat, while some people even have such a dream. It is a luxury.

Atobe was at a loss for a moment, then he came back to his senses, glanced at the already drunken Oshitsuki, and whispered, "Oshitsuki."

"Hey?"

"Blame will not accomplish anything." The future head of the Atobe chaebol raised his side face elegantly, "Similarly, guilt alone is useless."

He picked up his Armani suit jacket soaked with tears from the back of the chair: "I'm going back. If you have time to be sad, you might as well think about how to deal with the mess that will happen next!"

"Kabaji, let's go!"

"Use!"

The office door was heavily closed. Listening to the unchanging conversation between the master and servant in the corridor, Oshitsuki shook his head with a wry smile, raised the bottle and poured out the last bit of red wine, and the amber liquid rippled in his eyes.

The result of a night of hangover was a long-lasting soreness in the head. When a sharp phone ring broke the silence of the office in the early morning, Oshitsuki opened his sleepy eyes with difficulty and grabbed the mobile phone on the desk.

"Doctor Oshitari, Professor Kishimoto committed suicide!"

The nurse named Asano Rima's crying voice almost made him slide off the sofa.

Kishimoto Takashi was found dead in his office, the cause of death was an overdose of drugs.

The doctor in a white coat sat in his soft office chair, the morning sun shone through the rolled-up blinds and shone on his face, his face was as lifelike as ever.

The entire Tokyo University Hospital was shaken.

The Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Section 4 Homicide Squad intervened at the first time, sealed off the scene, and called all the personnel who participated in the operation the day before and other related persons to take a statement. After considering all the circumstances, no evidence of homicide was found, but the shrewd person in charge only left an ambiguous message of "continued investigation".

"Hey, Hiyoshi, how about having a cup of coffee together?"

Oshitari Yuuji took a break and called one of the neat and capable young police officers.

"Senior Oshitari looks very upset?"

"Ah, sorry I accidentally drank too much yesterday." Yuushi Oshitari was curled up on the sofa, looking at the young junior who used to be cold and arrogant in the Hyotei tennis club and always shouted "overcome the superior with the inferior", and rubbed his still sore temples embarrassedly.

Asano Li pushed the door in with red eyes and served the two freshly brewed coffee.

"Because of the surgery?" Hiyoshi Waka raised his eyebrows and glanced at the empty bottles that had not been cleaned up yet.

"Do you need a witness? I'll call Atobe." Oshitari pretended to touch his phone.

Hiyoshi Waka frowned.

"What does Senior Oshitari want to know?"

Three years ago, he graduated from the Criminal Investigation Department of Toei University and entered the Metropolitan Police Department. He is now a backbone of the homicide team. Naturally, he would not simply think that Oshitari's invitation was just a simple reminiscing between friends.

"What do you police think about this matter?" Oshitari was not surprised by his directness and pulled the corners of his lips lazily.

"The nurse said that they wanted to do a checkup when they brought Professor Kishimoto back yesterday afternoon, but then Professor Kishimoto woke up and insisted on staying in the office alone to rest, so no one disturbed him until this morning, and the door was locked." Hiyoshi Waka licked his lips after taking a sip of coffee. "But according to the forensic findings, there are traces of drug injections on his arm, so it's certainly possible that he did it himself." "

Professor Kishimoto had wrist spasms during the operation and had to interrupt the surgery. After that, everyone's attention was shifted to Batista's surgery, and no one paid attention to his abnormality." Oshitari leaned back on the sofa with a cup of coffee, his dark blue hair brushing against his eyes. "When will the most comprehensive forensic findings be available?"

"The earliest will be the day after tomorrow." Hiyoshi put down the cup in his hand. "I would suggest to the team leader to investigate Professor Kishimoto's whereabouts before the operation. Would it be convenient for the patient's family to understand the situation?" "

You'd better not disturb her at this time." Inuzuka sighed slowly. "She has her alibi. Tezuka stayed with her in the ward all night yesterday."

"Senior Tezuka Kunimitsu?" Hiyoshi smiled a little surprised. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"A colleague in the office and also Atobe's current legal advisor." Inuzuka explained simply, looked at the empty cup, and looked up. "Would you like another glass?"

"No, I have to go back to organize the case files. If there is any situation, I will contact you as soon as possible."

The young police officer with light golden brown hair and sharp eyes stood up. Inuzuka gave an elegant smile: "Then I'll leave it to you, Hiyoshi."

The police's investigation conclusion has not yet surfaced, and the news that the famous surgical professor committed suicide to apologize for the failure of the operation spread overnight. Batista's surgical team, which had never failed before, had its first death. The famous surgeon, who was the pride of the Japanese medical community, was unable to operate due to loss of control during the operation. Worse still, he was found dead in his office the next morning. Whether it was a medical accident or a deliberate murder, either one was enough to shock the entire medical community. TV stations and print media of all sizes reported this explosive incident. The hotline of the University of Tokyo Hospital was flooded with calls. The director, Nobuhiko Sato, had to deal with the questions from the media and the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare. The stock curve of the University of Tokyo Hospital fell sharply overnight. This chaotic situation has continued until the end of November and has not ended yet, and even affected the convening of the board of directors meeting.

First, the turbulence of the hospital's stock price gave Meishin Medical University the opportunity to "buy at the bottom", buying a large number of low-priced stocks and occupying a number of shares within the institution that is equivalent to the number of shares of the Oshizuka family, completely changing the Oshizuka family's absolute control over the University of Tokyo Hospital.

Furthermore, AE Law Firm's ace lawyer Ryoko Kudo represented Meishin University of Medicine to negotiate the controlling stake in the University of Tokyo Hospital, and with strong and irrefutable reasons, she won and bought out the controlling stake in the University of Tokyo Hospital.

Kudo Ryoko's reasons were clear: "So far, the Tokyo University Hospital has not been able to give a reasonable explanation for this medical accident, and has not been able to come up with a convincing explanation in the face of the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare. Regardless of the truth, this incident has brought great negative impact to the hospital, and the Batista team is in danger of disbanding, and the plan for the Children's Heart Research Center has failed. The hospital's internal board of directors must take due responsibility for this. At present, Meishin Medical University has acquired 30% of the shares. If it can successfully obtain the controlling stake in the Tokyo University Hospital, then the medical resources and talents between the two parties can be complementary and exchanged on a larger level to make up for the losses caused to the hospital and the Batista team by Professor Kishimoto's death. Of course, if the directors do not agree to this change, I don't think that the Tokyo University Hospital can get out of the current predicament with its current strength!" 

The sharp statement of this female lawyer wrapped in a narrow black suit at the board meeting ultimately affected the final decision of the board meeting, and once again refreshed her best performance record this quarter. 

But for Yuuji Oshitari, it was just the beginning of chaos. 

Tokyo has almost welcomed winter in December. The bare branches of the trees pierce the gray-blue sky of Tokyo like sharp swords, and everything is bleak. 

This is a season that easily makes people sad. 

When Oshitari passed by that corridor, he would stop there for a while from time to time, thinking of his mentor standing on this corridor and in front of the glass window before the thrilling operation, watching the yellow leaves flying, like an old and sad movie clip replaying over and over again. 

In what state of mind did his mentor go to the River of Oblivion without hesitation with the help of drugs? 

He thought of that groundless conversation and wondered more than once whether it was a sign of tragedy. 

Oshitari just felt that when he left that day, his white coat fluttered, and he was surprisingly lonely. 

"It's rare for me to come here and see you in a daze. It's really not gorgeous, huh?" With a gorgeous and arrogant voice, you can tell who the big shot is without looking back. 

"Master Atobe seems to be here more frequently recently. Shouldn't he be very busy at the end of the year?" 

"He's tired of fighting those old guys on the board of directors, so he came over to take a look." Atobe snorted, "I heard that Hiyoshi was here?" 

"Yeah." Oshitari agreed, "The results of the forensic examination are out. A certain amount of morphine preparations and other drugs were detected in Kishimoto's body. The combined effect can cause symptoms of coma and tremors. Hiyoshi investigated the teacher's car, and it stopped at a remote street corner when passing through Akihabara. I suspect that the teacher was ambushed on the way to the hospital." " 

Was he injected with drugs, causing abnormalities during the operation?" Atobe frowned, "Could it be fatal?" 

"The cause of death was drug overdose, but it is impossible to determine whether the teacher took the drugs afterwards." Oshitari took a deep breath, "Atobe, this was a premeditated murder." 

"Do you know who did it?" 

"Ming Mingzhen Medical University is the direct beneficiary..." 

"That's a cover." Atobe interrupted him, "The source of funds behind Mingzhen Medical University is Hasegawa." 

Oshitari's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head to find that Atobe's sharp brows were furrowed, and there was a coldness in his eyes. 

"It's just that I don't know who is standing behind Hasegawa Shu. Hasegawa Logistics' capital chain has been broken, so how can he still acquire the shares of the Tokyo University Affiliated Hospital?" Atobe laughed coldly, and then said, "Is the Metropolitan Police Department planning to hastily close the case again?" 

"If we can't collect strong evidence, I'm afraid it will be unresolved." Oshitari smiled lazily, "Aren't the gang of desperadoes who plotted against your young master Atobe last time still at large?" 

Facing his ridicule, Atobe snorted coldly, and his sharp eyes lingered on the bleak winter scene in front of him for a moment, and his sinister expression softened, "Does she know?" 

"Huh?" Oshitari was stunned at first, then shook his head, "No, even if you tell her that the murderer who indirectly killed her brother is someone else, so what? She is a lawyer herself, and subjective conjecture without solid evidence cannot be the basis for conviction. She understands this better than anyone else." 

Atobe lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. 

The wind in the empty corridor filled the Armani coat. 

Then he raised his head, looked up at the gray-blue sky and raised the corner of his lips: "Very good, since the other party wants to play, I will accompany him to the end." 

The evil and elegant arc, a touch of murderous intent flashed across like lightning.