"They broke up after a year of dating.
According to information provided by Tamura Tatsuya, it should have been the Eldest Miss who unilaterally initiated the breakup.
Afterward, the two had no further contact."
"Also in the same month, Tamura Tatsuya died inside a Rolls-Royce at the entrance of the 201 Bar in Meguro Ward.
There were no obvious injuries on the body; the forensic identification was mechanical asphyxiation."
At this point in the reading, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.
"Hahahahaha." Tojo Chenzhu gave a sinister laugh with the cigar in his mouth, lightly clapping as if to join in the fun: "As expected of my daughter."
The man raised his hand, not caring about Tamura Tatsuya in the slightest, signaling his subordinate to continue.
"Shortly after that, Sen Getsusa published the manga 'Dragon Ball' under the name 'Tsukihime' and achieved great success.
On the day of release, Miss Tojo Aoi..."
"Bought ten thousand copies in support."
"After Tamura Tatsuya's death, the Eldest Miss and Sen Getsusa had no further contact.
Until our company's commercial district project in partnership with that party."
"The Yukinoshita Family was responsible for the preliminary work, and the orphanage where Sen Getsusa is located was within the relocation range.
It is understood that they used some forceful methods and requested the leader of the Matsutani-kai."
"After Sen Getsusa clashed with members of the Matsutani-kai, she injured four people."
"The leader at the time, Fujimoto Matsu, and his girlfriend went missing afterward."
Wait.
"Missing?" Tojo Chenzhu interrupted, his tone emphasizing: "Missing?"
The subordinate shook his head: "We visited the police station and also mobilized the Gokudo organizations, but we haven't obtained any definite information regarding Fujimoto Matsu and his girlfriend."
"That night, all imaging facilities in the entire area failed."
"Logically speaking, if the Eldest Miss had made a move,"
It would be impossible for not a single bit of information to be left behind, unless..."
Tojo Chenzhu agreed with this judgment; he knew clearly how his daughter's status as a Ritualist came to be.
Although no evidence was found, things belonging to the Tojo Family could only be wasted in the hands of Tojo Family members.
If that bottle of ritual object hadn't been stolen by Tojo Aoi, how could he have simply let such a thing go?
As long as that ritual object was used, one would definitely become a Ritualist of the Chaos Faction.
Through multiple investigations, his subordinates had also roughly figured out Tojo Aoi's Ability:
Judging lies through physical contact.
Furthermore, this Ability rarely came with a huge cost—she cannot lie.
Looking at it this way, she shouldn't possess the strength to make people disappear without a trace; in a short time, it's also impossible to promote from 'Origin Point' to 'Super-Sequence.'
That's too difficult.
So, did another power intervene?
Or, did his daughter have some kind of deal with someone?
Was it the 'Masquerade Ball'?
Is Sen Getsusa that important?
Just for a thug who offended her, such a heavy price needed to be paid?
Tojo Chenzhu's teeth lightly bit the cigar, the dark brown moving back and forth in his mouth.
He hated the feeling of things escaping his control; now, even his own daughter was beginning to be shrouded in layers of the mist.
"This matter is different in nature from Tamura Tatsuya's."
Tojo Chenzhu's years of experience allowed him to keenly sense that something was wrong: "Continue to follow up. Keep going—"
"Yes."
The man bowed and continued reading:
"We recently contacted the leader of the Matsutani-kai."
"According to him, Tojo Aoi once sent someone to find him, 'asking' him not to provoke Sen Getsusa and that orphanage again.
This is also the reason why this matter did not continue to escalate."
"That leader seems very dissatisfied with the Tojo Family's overbearing behavior, after all..."
"After all, demolishing that place was our own project, yet now we're telling the people helping us not to do anything?" Tojo Chenzhu stared at his subordinate with a faint smile, something seemingly flashing through his eyes. "Is there anything else?"
"The Young Lady's subordinates seem to have been guarding Sen Getsusa, protecting her almost around the clock."
The subordinate closed his notebook. After saying this, he remained silent, waiting for his superior's orders.
Tojo Chenzhu fell into deep thought.
He loathed weak people, just like Tojo Aoi's mother.
At the thought of Tojo Aoi's actions, the image of that woman's tear-stained face jumped into Tojo Chenzhu's mind again.
What was wrong with dedicating one's body and soul to greatness?
A businessman must choose the broadest and most profitable path.
Ten years ago, before the mystery had yet to resurface, Tojo Chenzhu and Tojo Aoi's mother had already heard those great ravings.
But the husband and wife chose two completely different paths.
He chose to record those intermittent sounds, depicting them with pen and paper; those fragmented rituals and harsh conditions ultimately only pieced together four or five complete paths.
Such precious knowledge.
These alone had cost Tojo Chenzhu nearly ten years, during which he mobilized countless human and material resources.
But that woman—that woman! How dare she?
She actually burned two ritual record books in a single fire!
Since this mystery could not be recorded on electronic products, Tojo Chenzhu had always been extremely careful when creating the records.
Not only were there countless backups, but every ritual had been split countless times and rewritten in cipher language, for fear of theft and decryption.
In the end, he failed to guard against the person sharing his bed.
'Chenzhu, stop it, okay...?'
'Chenzhu! You can't study those anymore... You, you've gone mad!'
'Chenzhu... let Aoi go, and kill me.'
The cigar burned to the middle. Unknowingly, the nutty aroma gradually vanished, replaced by a salty hint of light cream.
Not far away, the subordinate, still bowing, sniffed inconspicuously. His mind wandering, he began to marvel at his own salary based on the cigar, and then started thinking about women, houses, and cars.
Tojo Chenzhu held the cigar, staring blankly into the void in the distance. The room was silent.
I don't regret it.
He thought.
"Continue the investigation." Tojo Chenzhu pulled back his thoughts.
One cannot live in memories forever, and some steps, once taken, can never be retracted.
"Don't let Aoi find out, understand?"
The subordinate complied.
"The future is an era belonging to the Great Ones.
Those personal affections, I hope to have them all ended within this year.
Before He arrives, I don't want the heir of the Tojo Family to still have lingering attachments to a Mortal."
"If we find someone—" A fierce look appeared in the subordinate's eyes.
Tojo Chenzhu was satisfied with his attitude but did not agree with this approach: "That's not for you to consider. You're just a Mortal. Professional matters need to be left to professional people.
Before that, I first want to know how much my dear daughter actually values that girl."
"Anything else is not for you to consider."
"Hai!"
The subordinate bowed extremely respectfully, quietly exited the room, and gently closed the door from the outside.
After coming out, the man calmly greeted the employees in the company, nodded slightly, and walked all the way into the elevator, went downstairs, and entered the parking lot.
He took out his phone, selected a person whose name was a string of garbled code, and sent a message.
'Call back.'
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