Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 111: Nine-jo Yui

It snowed again in Tokyo in the evening, fluttering under the neon lights. It was Saturday, so the streets were bustling, and the lanterns in front of the izakayas were illuminating the snow.

Drunkards gathered in groups of two or three, leaning against the road fences and talking loudly about interesting things that had happened recently. From time to time, bursts of laughter could be heard from the crowd.

"Have you heard? Recently, there is a new Sky Punishment Group in East Street..."

"Eh...are you imitating that murderer? By the way, why don't you call yourself Tianzhu?"

"How should I know? They said the murderer was a knight who killed evildoers and eliminated violence and protected the good..."

"It's so funny. It's better for hippies to parade naked to promote the spirit of freedom and rebellion..."

……

As they were chatting, a car turned on the street and passed through the street. The high beam blinded everyone. The drunkards looked at each other, sneered tacitly, flicked away their cigarette butts, put their hands in their pockets and staggered around.

The leading man, wearing a cotton mask, stood in the middle of the street and forced the car to stop. He pulled out a butterfly knife from his pocket and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?! Who told you to park in the middle of the street? Don't you know that it will cause trouble to others?!"

The owner did not get out of the car, but honked the horn.

"You bastards! How dare you look down on us!" The masked man shouted, signaling his companions to puncture the tires according to the old rules. But after waiting for a while, no one followed him. He looked back and saw that everyone had fled, and he realized something was wrong.

The masked man took two steps back to avoid the high beams. He saw the Toyota Crown logo, with the three black words "Metropolitan Police Department" spray-painted on the side door and a car warning light on top.

He turned and ran away.

He hadn't run two steps when he heard a crisp "pop" sound behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his back. The intense numbness made him fall to the ground and twitch.

The police car drove around and stopped next to the man in the mask.

The car door opened, and a pair of women's pointed leather shoes sank into the snow, revealing a slender ankle. The black straight-leg trousers were stiff and angular.

As soon as the masked man raised his head, he was kicked, the heel of his shoe hit his nose, blood splattered on the snow. He covered his nose and screamed, and finally caught a glimpse of the attacker's full appearance through the corner of his eye.

The man had a slender build, estimated to be over 1.77 meters tall, and was wearing black gloves. The hem of his windbreaker rustled, and the buttons on the chest were unbuttoned, revealing his neat black and white police uniform.

The masked man met her gaze. The woman had deep facial features and a clear bone structure. Her eyes showed a sense of fatigue after material satisfaction, mixed with a sense of world-weariness that seemed to indicate that she didn't care about anything.

She stepped on the masked man's back, pulled off the metal probe, and with a flip of her wrist, the stun gun's spring retracted, pulling the electrode back.

"Officer, officer... I have no ill intentions... I just want to remind you to drive carefully because the roads are slippery in the snow..."

The masked man stammered and argued. The female police officer in front of him lifted up her windbreaker, pulled out handcuffs from her waist with her fingertips, and threw them in front of him.

"Handcuff them yourself," said the female police officer.

The masked man gritted his teeth and held the butterfly knife. After his body recovered, he suddenly stood up, intending to cut her with the knife to scare her and take the opportunity to escape. Before he could get up, his calf was kicked and he lost his balance and fell again.

The female police officer stood there, not looking directly at the masked man. She took out a cigarette from her windbreaker pocket and looked up at the intersection not far away. The assistant on the co-pilot got out of the car and lit her cigarette with his hand. She turned her head away, spit out the cigarette, and glanced at the assistant, who was terrified and didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Take the man to the police station." the female police officer ordered.

"Then you..."

"I have my own feet," she interrupted.

The assistant nodded and dragged the masked man into the police car. Before leaving, she stuck her head out of the window and said, "I'll be back in ten minutes..."

"Handle it, no rush." ​​The female police officer folded her windbreaker, fastened her belt, and walked towards the intersection.

The assistant opened her mouth to speak, but she looked at his back and remained silent for a moment. Finally, she chose to shut up, stepped on the accelerator lightly and drove the police car through the Sugamo district.

……

Sen Mu Ya Lan was nervous when she heard the knock on the door. She subconsciously looked at her watch and was relieved when she found that it was not yet time.

I guess it was Watanabe Shun who came back. He sent a pager half an hour ago saying he was on the way. Fushimi Shika offered to pick him up, but he never came back. It's been almost three hours, and he was still on the way.

"Baga! Where on earth did you two go—"

Senmu Yalan seemed to have her throat strangled, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

The female police officer standing in front of the door brushed off the snow on her shoulders and put on her police hat neatly. She showed a distant smile and said in a calm tone: "Nice to meet you. I am Kujo Yui, the deputy director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. You can call me Kujo or Yui."

Now Moriki Yalan was really flattered. She didn't expect that Yuan Yuzi's mother looked so young, probably in her early thirties at most... If she didn't look so tired, she might even look younger.

Moriki Yalan stood at attention and saluted to show respect to the superior, then asked quietly if there was any change in the schedule. Normally, the Metropolitan Superintendent should first inspect the police station and be received by the chief personally. The people who were handed over were just the lackeys who followed the superior to support the scene, and they were not qualified for the Metropolitan Superintendent to come personally.

Kujo Yui took off her gloves and folded them on the pocket of her windbreaker. She rubbed her fingers together, blew air into her palms, and said with a smile, "Come and warm yourself up. There's no rush at the police station."

Morimu Yalan understood what was going on. She turned around and asked Kazama Takusai to go upstairs to pour tea. Then she personally brought a bench to her superior. When she passed by Yuan Yuzi, she gave her a look and asked her to get the heater.

Yuan Yuzi didn't understand the director's look. She was very nervous. She didn't expect that the inspector who came to inspect was her mother. Her mother used to be a very busy person. She couldn't even attend her birthday and graduation ceremony. Now she actually had time to see her...

No, that's not right, Tamako, you can't think like that! Mom is here to work. She came here to inspect in person to improve the security situation in the Sugamo neighborhood! Now is working time, I can't let my mother look down on me!
Yuan Yuzi stood at attention and saluted, greeting her superior.

Kujo Yui did not return the greeting. She took off her windbreaker, hung it on the back of the chair, sat down slowly, and stretched out her hand to keep warm. Gen Yuzi was standing next to her, saluting her hand and not lowering it. The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere that was more terrifying than Shura Field.

Takusa Kazama was holding two cups of tea. The former elite detective had become a water-carrying boy. He stood at the stairs and did not dare to get close for a while. Moriki Yalan was more capable of handling things. Looking at the atmosphere, she felt that Chief Kujo was not here to discuss serious matters, so she made an excuse to go to the bathroom and went upstairs, and took Takusa Kazama away with her, leaving the mother and daughter with a private space to talk.

The lobby on the first floor fell silent.

Yuan Yuzi's hands were a little sore. She had just released the strength from her arms and before she could retract them, she heard Kujo Yui say, "Did I ask you to put it down?"

(End of this chapter)