Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 124: Violent Interrogation
The murder took place in Sugamo Apartment. The person who reported the case was a resident of the apartment. He said that he heard a couple quarreling, and then someone jumped to his death. The patrol officer rushed to the scene first and set up a cordon around the corner of the building. The forensic officers followed closely behind, holding up cameras to take pictures and collect evidence.

The detectives from the police station arrived late. Two detectives and a patrolman worked together on the case. One of them was carrying a half-person-high travel bag, which looked heavy and no one knew what was inside.

The three of them climbed over the cordon. Fushimi Shika looked unhappy and said as he walked, "Why do you have to let me carry you?"

"My police rank is higher than yours, and I'm a criminal police officer." Kazama Takusai brought this up again.

"I can't carry it." Yuan Yuzi looked righteous.

Fushimi Shika sighed. He was too lazy to complain about why he had to bring a child to the crime scene... In another four or five years, the famous detective, the Elementary School Student Ke, the God of Death, will appear on the scene. By the time the gods of reasoning fight, it will not be surprising for anyone to appear at the crime scene, because the detectives will just be background characters anyway.

The body was located at the foot of the apartment building, wearing a suit and trousers, and it was limp in the snow, with a tragic death, and dark red blood like syrup on shaved ice. Fushimi Shika did not turn the backpack over to prevent Ping Yingzi from seeing something she shouldn't see.

"Well, the deceased is probably in his fifties and looks like an office worker. Since it was a couple quarreling, it shouldn't be difficult to find their identity..."

Yuan Yuzi took out the small notebook she carried with her and wrote down what she was saying. She turned around and saw Senior Fengjian with a serious expression.

"What's going on?" Fushimi Shika put his hands in his pockets. He noticed that Kazama Takusai was acting strangely. "Do you know this guy?"

Kazama Takusai didn't answer. He just said "go and take the statement" and hurried into the corridor.

"Senior Kazama is acting strangely today. Has he been like this for a while?" Even Gen Yuzi could see that something was wrong with him.

"Maybe it's my period." Fushimi Shika said casually.

"Huh? Boys also have menstrual periods?" Yuan Yuzi was stunned.

"Yes, boys always have a few days every month when they are in a bad mood..." Fushimi Shika said as he walked backwards and turned the corner of the apartment.

He took out his police ID, pinched the word "internship" with his fingers, and waved it in front of the patrol officers, and ordered them to visit the residents of the apartment to take statements. The patrol officers looked embarrassed, but still didn't say much, and honestly went into the apartment building to visit.

"How can you let others do your job?" Yuan Yuzi crossed her arms and frowned as she asked, "If they go to visit, what will you do?"

Fushimi Shika wanted to take a break, but he couldn't say that openly, so he simply lied and said that he was going to interrogate the person who reported the case.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yuzi's expression eased slightly.

She had been suspecting that Fushimi Shika had no intention of investigating the case seriously, and might not even have taken the matter of his first training seriously. Now that Fushimi Shika was finally willing to do something practical, and that his resume was not a zero, she felt a little relieved.

……

On the other side, Kazama Takusai walked up the stairs quickly, taking two steps at a time.

Seeing his aggressive approach, the residents who were watching the excitement closed their windows and doors. He did not knock on every door, nor did he stop passers-by to question them. Instead, he walked up to the fourth floor with a clear purpose and banged on the iron door of room 1-35 with his fists.

The old-style apartment building had no peepholes, and a woman’s crying voice came from inside the house: “Who is it?”

"Police!" Takusa Kazama said in a low voice. With a creak, the door opened a crack, and a haggard middle-aged woman pressed against the door, her eyes were red and she was crying. The two looked at each other, and Takusa Kazama had a complicated expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but finally took out his police officer ID and covered the photo and name on the ID with his fingers: "Detective."

The middle-aged woman took off the safety chain, her lips trembling as she begged the police to help her find Marujiro.

Marujiro was her dog, and he had been with her for many years. She had a deep affection for him, and she would take him out for a walk every night. After returning home tonight, she took a nap and woke up to find that Marujiro was gone... Her poor Marujiro was gone!
The middle-aged woman kept talking and crying, "It's gone... my Marujiro, he's gone... he was very attached to me and would never run around, someone must have taken him away... if anything happens to him, how am I going to live..."

Takusa Kazama ignored her and walked straight into the door.

There were two bedrooms and a living room inside, the area was not large, and the furniture seemed a bit crowded. Fengjian Takusai looked around, there was an old TV set by the wall, the flowers on the coffee table were all withered, and his eyes fell on a VCR.

When I opened it, I saw that the people filming the video were all dogs, from a furry little ball to a large dog half the height of a person, all were recorded.

Takusai Kazama scrolled the screen and found the video he had shot today. After clicking it, the picture shook and flickered, and a woman's voice sounded: "Marujiro, it's time to take a bath today... Marujiro?"

Then, the picture began to shake violently. After a moment, the view was fixed, probably because the woman had thrown the video recorder on the tatami. She searched and called out everywhere in the house like crazy, but received no response.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit came back. He took off his coat and untied his tie. He was about to go back to his room to rest, but was stopped by his wife with red eyes.

The two began to quarrel. The middle-aged woman seemed to have a string in her head snapped. She yelled hysterically and kept asking where Marujiro was and where Marujiro had gone. The middle-aged man did not say much in return. He looked tired and kept perfunctorily saying that he did not know and who cared...

At this time, the middle-aged woman seemed to have heard something, and her shouting stopped abruptly. Her face was stiff, and she listened attentively: "I heard it... It was Marujiro's shouting! Marujiro——" She shouted and ran out. The middle-aged man hurriedly followed and closed the door.

This is followed by a long still shot.

Fengjian Takusai pressed the fast forward button, and more than ten minutes later, the middle-aged woman came back. She was in a daze, as if her bones had been pulled out, and she sat slumped on the sofa, motionless, crying silently. She didn't respond until Fengjian Takusai knocked on the door.

"I'm talking to you! Are you listening? One by one, two by two, all of them are like this. I've already begged you like this, can't you just respond seriously?!" The middle-aged woman snatched the video recorder and asked while crying.

"Does this matter have anything to do with Kamei Yuryo?" asked Takusai Kazama.

The middle-aged woman's eyes widened. She shook her head in panic, stepped back, and cried, saying that her son was on a business trip and that this matter had nothing to do with her son. She was the one who pushed her husband down the stairs... Fengjian Takusai pressed on step by step, and then asked where Kamei Youliang was now, when he went on a business trip, and when was the last time he saw him.

The middle-aged woman collapsed. She cried and sobbed like a fish about to die of thirst: "Don't push me anymore... Don't ask me anymore... I'm already in a lot of pain, please..."

The muscles on Takusai Kazama's face were cold and hard, and his jaw muscles were tense. He grabbed the middle-aged woman's arm and pressed her down on the sofa, then took out the phone book he carried with him, placed it on her chest, and punched her hard in the chest.

The crying stopped suddenly.

The woman opened her mouth, her eyes were bloodshot, saliva gushed out, and she gasped for air like a dying dog.

"Where is he?" Kazama Takusai asked word by word.

(End of this chapter)