Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 24 Hidden in the forest
Fushimi stood in the hospital corridor, watching the doctor hand his mother the consent form for surgery:
"Your child's legs are necrotic and infected, and they have to be amputated."

He lowered his head and found himself sitting in a wheelchair with his trouser legs empty.

Ah, now I remember, my dad and I were hit by a car...

After signing the document while crying, the mother dropped the pen, knelt in front of Fushimi Kaka, buried her face in his chest, and kept repeating "I'm sorry."

Fushimi Shika wanted to comfort her, but just as he reached out his hand, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

He stood in the courtroom in a suit, looking at the haggard mother and the boy in a wheelchair.

Ah, now I remember, I am the defense lawyer for the perpetrator...

Fushimi Shika glanced at the information and spoke eloquently in front of the judge:

"There are many inconsistencies between the facts stated by the plaintiff in the complaint and the facts. As the defendant, we hereby refute them..."

"The deceased had a history of cardiac calcification and had been rescued for heart disease many times. According to the evidence collected at the scene and the forensic testimony, my father did not have heavy bleeding at the time..."

"In other words, the deceased was most likely lying on the roadside due to a heart attack, and the person concerned was caught off guard and drove away, which led to the accident and accidentally ran over the legs of the deceased's family member..."

"According to our country's criminal law, negligent damage to a corpse does not constitute a crime..."

……

What the hell am I talking about?
The female driver was reading a novel while driving, and she just ran straight into it...

Fushimi Shika glanced at the person involved out of the corner of her eye. The latter was typing on her mobile phone under the table, complaining to her best friend about how unlucky she had been in the past few days. She also asked her wealthy parents for the lawyer's fee.

"That's not true!" the boy cried. "Dad was still alive!"

"Request to dismiss!"

Fushimi Shika couldn't stop talking. He heard himself saying, "As far as I know, the plaintiff bought a large amount of accident insurance for the deceased. If the death was caused by a heart attack, the insurance company would not pay the claim. The witnesses have conflicts of interest, and I have reason to suspect that this was a premeditated insurance fraud..."

do not talk!
stop now!
Say no more!

He grabbed the pen on the table and pierced his cheeks on both sides. But his tongue was still moving and his mouth was still making clear sounds.

The person involved burst into laughter. She turned into Chizuru Sakurai, raised her cell phone and took a picture of Fushimi Shika's ugly appearance.

The judge raised the gavel and slammed it hard, like a huge rock hitting his heart.

--despair!

Fushimi Shika suddenly woke up.

He gasped, opened his eyes, and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling.

The ticking sound of the ECG monitor came to his ears. There was an infusion bag hanging next to the bed. He was wearing a hospital gown and lying on the hospital bed.

Fushimi Shika finally remembered that after he had set up the scene, he deliberately bumped into the table, but he didn't control the strength and knocked himself unconscious.

He turned his head and saw a strange middle-aged man sitting beside the bed. The latter was dozing off, probably the criminal police officer in charge of guarding the suspect.

There was a sharp pain at the fingertips. Fushimi Shika gritted his teeth and, while the detective was still asleep, slowly pulled out a four or five centimeter thin needle from the gap between the nails of his left index finger.

"hiss……"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his facial muscles were twisted and deformed in pain.

This thin needle came from Chizuru Sakurai's tool box, and it was probably a tool for piercing, puncturing, or tattooing. Fushimi Shika used it to forge the most critical clue, so he had to find a way to take it away from the scene and destroy it.

Before committing self-harm, he took into account the possibility of falling into a coma, so he hid a thin needle in the gap between his fingernails.

After pulling out the thin needle, Fushimi Shika licked the blood off the needle and pinched his fingernail to stop the bleeding.

"Hmm..." The detective suddenly let out a low cry.

Fushimi Lu was startled. He turned around and saw the detective with his arms folded across his chest, his head lowered and his eyes closed. He changed his sleeping position and spoke in his sleep in an incomprehensible way: "Honami, please don't do it... It's too embarrassing..."

Fushimi heaved a sigh of relief, and he sat up with great effort, trying not to make any noise. Seeing that the detective was still sleeping, he bent sideways and carefully turned over the small medical waste bin under the bed.

Soon, he pulled out a syringe, pulled out the needle tube, and inserted the thin needle. At first glance, it was impossible to tell the difference.

Since it might be found no matter where you throw it, you might as well hide it in the forest.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind.

Fushimi Luxin thought to herself, what a ghost, why did he wake up at this time instead of earlier or later...

He threw away the syringe casually, pretended to be in pain, stood up and said, "I want to vomit... ugh..." As he said that, he turned around and lay down beside the trash can to retch.

The detective stood up, walked around to the other side of the bed, and asked, "Are you hiding something?"

"What do you mean?" Fushimi Shika pretended to be innocent.

The criminal police ignored him. He rolled up the newspaper in his hand and stirred it in the medical waste bin. He searched carefully for a long time but found nothing, so he gave up.

"Be honest and don't try any tricks!" He sat back in his original position with his head held high, took out his pager and sent a message to his boss.

The criminal police these days can be said to be the largest violent gang in Japan. They all have a crew cut and speak koala-koala while interrogating suspects. They are more like gangsters than the yakuza and do not care about the feelings of the injured.

Fushimi Shika lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and reviewed the process of setting up the scene in his mind.

"Well, there is nothing missing," he said confidently, "even if there is something missing, it doesn't matter."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and four people walked into the ward one after another.

The detective turned around, saw the newcomer's appearance, and subconsciously greeted him: "Hello, Chief! I was just about to page you..."

Fushimi Shika opened his eyes, the white cloth that separated the people was pulled aside, and the attending physician stood at the front, followed by two men with unfriendly faces, who were probably also detectives.

Yuan Yuzi's little head popped up suddenly. She squatted beside the bed, put her hands on the edge of the bed, and looked at him with concern: "Are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, I just have a headache..." Fushimi Shika forced a smile.

The attending physician held the medical record in his hand and said, "It's just a concussion, no big deal, just stay in the hospital for a while for observation."

Yuan Yuzi breathed a sigh of relief. She had many questions to ask Fushimi Shika, such as what happened at that time, whether she saw the murderer's appearance, and why Kawai returned to school...

Before she could even open her mouth, she heard Kazama Takusai say, "Everyone, this is a police interrogation, please step aside."

Driver Watanabe immediately drove people out like a lackey. He grabbed Gen Tamako by the scruff of the neck and drove them out along with another detective.

"Boss, everyone has been cleared," he took out a small notebook, "Let's get started!"

"You go too." said Takusa Kazama.

"Huh? Okay." Watanabe Shun was dejected.

After his subordinates closed the door of the ward, Takusa Kazama turned around and met Fushimi Shika's eyes.

"There is still a chance to surrender now."

He moved a chair and sat beside Fushimi Shika's bed: "You killed that person, right?"

(End of this chapter)