Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 23 Reconstruction of the Murder Case
Fengjian Takusai put on his headgear, shoe covers and gloves, and motioned for Yuan Yuzi to stand at the door: "Just stand here and watch. You're soaked and will ruin the scene."

The driver chuckled and glanced at Yuan Yuzi. He raised his head proudly and was about to follow him in, but unexpectedly, Fengjian Takusai turned around and said, "Same to you."

"Ah? I'll take off my suit right now. The shirt underneath isn't soaked yet..."

"You're getting in the way." Takusa Kazama interrupted.

"..."

From a distance of more than 20 meters, Yuan Yuzi saw a circle of white lines in the shape of a human being drawn under the stage. She recalled the scene when Fu Jianlu was carried out of the auditorium, and her heart ached.

Half an hour ago, the monitor was calling the roll in the dormitory and found that Fushimi was absent, so he notified the trainee patrolman to look for him.

Several interns were planning to do a symbolic patrol to get by, but they found the auditorium door was open and unlocked. When they approached, they saw a man and two women lying on the ground, covered in blood. They were so frightened that they didn't know what to do and hurriedly ran to find the instructor.

When Gen Tamako rushed to the auditorium, she happened to see Fushimi Kaka being carried on a stretcher and pushed into an ambulance.

After several inquiries, she finally found out what had happened.

——Nagano Kawai and Sakurai Chizuru died, but Fushimi Shika was still alive and was sent for emergency treatment.

Why is this happening?

Yuan Yuzi couldn't figure it out. She still had a lot of things to ask Kawai. They had clearly agreed to let go of the past and become police officers together... What happened? What did they go through?
She has played countless mystery games and read countless mystery novels, but her desire to seek the truth has never been so strong.

She watched as Takusai Kazama walked into the church. He glanced back at the pews and she immediately asked, "Excuse me, what did you see?"

Without turning around, Kazama Takusai said, "Bullet hole. The bullet is embedded in the back of the chair."

"Is there any blood?"

"Yes." Kazama Takusai paused: "What do you think?"

The driver scratched his head, thinking, how can I see it? Can't I just stand at the door and watch? How can I see what's going on from such a distance...

"It should be a stray bullet. After it penetrated the human body, its kinetic energy was weakened, so it did not penetrate the back of the chair and left bloodstains," said Yuan Yuzi.

"Just as I thought." Takusai Kazama nodded.

The driver looked down at the little guy, feeling quite unhappy. He had a vague feeling that he was going to fall out of favor.

I am Section Chief Kazama's right-hand man! How can I let a kid who hasn't even graduated steal the limelight? The next time Section Chief Kazama asks a question, I must answer it first! The driver gnashed his teeth and competed secretly in his heart.

"What is the name of the deceased?" Takusa Kazama avoided the bloodstains and walked onto the stage.

"Hey!" The driver raised his hand and said with full energy: "I don't know!"

"If you don't know, just shut up." said Takusai Kazama.

"The older female corpse is called Sakurai Chizuru, she was a current instructor of Class A; the girl in uniform is called Nagano Kawai, she was a former student... They knew each other and had a conflict last night."

Gen Yuzi paused and summarized the matter of the anonymous letter and the stolen diary without hiding anything.

"Is that so? Got it." Fengjian Takusai did not comment, lowered his head and said: "Listen carefully, now start describing the scene."

"Yes!" Yuan Yuzi and the driver said in unison.

"The deceased, Chizuru Sakurai, had three obvious gunshot wounds on her forehead, right lower abdomen, and left upper abdomen. It was estimated that her kidney, spleen, and brain were pierced. There were burn marks on the gunshot wound in the abdomen, but not on the head;"

"The deceased, Nagano Kawai, had an obvious penetrating wound on his right chest, and it was estimated that his lung was pierced. There was mud on the soles of his shoes, and his uniform was wet;"

"There were bloodstains on the right hands of both bodies. There was a sharp knife and a New South M60 pistol on the ground. There were bloodstains on the stage, but no footprints. The words 'Heavenly Punishment' were written in blood on the wall..."

Takusai Kazama speaks very quickly, and his descriptions are objective, without any subjective speculation.

The driver wanted to remember it in his head at first, but as Kazama Takusai explained more and more, he quickly gave up and decided to go back and read the on-site report directly. Well, it's not for me anyway...

He glanced down and found that Yuan Yuzi had closed her eyes.

"Hey! Listen carefully to what the boss says! Don't fall asleep no matter how boring it is!" the driver reminded in a low voice.

"Watanabe, shut up." Kazama Takusai interrupted his description and turned back to say, "She is profiling, don't disturb her."

"Yes! I'm so sorry!"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Sorry! I'll shut up now!"

……

Yuan Yuzi could not hear the quarrel, or even the rain and thunder. Her brain blocked out all invalid information.

She is indeed profiling, but it is different from profiling in the traditional sense.

Criminal psychology experts will integrate the information from the scene, restore the criminal's psychology, and replicate the criminal's personality and behavioral logic - relying on super information processing capabilities and almost self-hypnotic imagination, they can restore the murder scene in their minds. This is the so-called "profiling". It is the ultimate goal of all detectives and a popular setting in major TV dramas and mystery novels.

But Yuan Yuzi couldn't do that, but she could connect all the clues together, reconstruct the crime scene in her mind, and restore the situation at that time.

In the world she constructed, there is no "humanity", only "logic".

The rainwater poured back, rising from the ground to the sky; the blood was drawn back, and the dead stood up again. Yuan Yuzi slowly opened her eyes in her mind. She was sitting in a dimly lit study, with a miniature auditorium on the table.

She looked down and saw the heavy rain falling again, and there should be thunder at this moment. The dome of the auditorium was lifted, and she saw two exquisite little people standing on the stage in the hall, one in front and one behind, and seemed to be talking about something. The invisible barrier silenced them, and she could not hear the specific content of the conversation.

The murder happened again.

Nagano Kawai's gun got stuck, Sakurai Chizuru drew his knife and stabbed, Fushimi Shika picked up the gun and shot Sakurai Chizuru dead...

and many more……

Where did the sixth bullet come from? Was there a fourth person at the scene?

The murder model was paused, and Yuan Yuzi kept replaying it, but each time it got stuck after the sixth shot.

What happened after the two died?
Why did the murderer leave words on the wall?
Where did the injuries on Fushimi Shika come from?
The murder model began to crumble, gradually disintegrating into blurry pieces.

"Something is missing, some clues are missing..."

Gen Yuzi muttered to herself.

--Snapped!

She suddenly felt her shoulders sink and she was awakened from her deep thoughts. She opened her eyes and saw that Kazama Takusai had approached her and was standing beside her with his right hand on her left shoulder.

"Follow me." He opened his umbrella.

"Eh? You're not going to continue investigating?" Yuan Yuzi looked confused: "Where are you going?"

"Afterwards, forensic officers will compile a report on the scene, and the evidence won't run away," said Takusai Kazama, holding an umbrella as he walked into the rain. "The most important thing is people. The golden time for interrogation is within ten hours after the crime..."

Driver Watanabe looked at the two men's backs and felt that they were the real master and disciple, while he seemed a little redundant.

"Hey! Boss, wait for me!" He held up his suit and tread water to catch up.

(End of this chapter)