Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 25 The Fourth Person's Fingerprint
"I don't know what you are talking about." Fushimi Shika's face was calm.

"I'm different from other detectives. I'm not good at finding evidence. I'm only good at fabricating evidence."

He took off his glasses, his one eye as sharp as a hawk: "So, my crime-solving rate has always remained at 100%... Do you understand what this means?"

He leaned forward, looking down at Fushimi Shika, stretched out a finger, and poked Fushimi Shika's heart: "Either I arrest you and you will be responsible for two deaths, sentenced to a heavy sentence, and spend the rest of your life in prison; or you surrender and confess, only responsible for one death, and the sentence can be reduced at my discretion."

This was a common tactic used by Takusai Kazama. After investigating the scene, he would identify one or two suspects and make one-on-one physical threats to them in order to coax a confession out of them.

One of the strange things about Japanese criminal law is that the confession of a suspect will be presented to the court as evidence of conviction. Even if key evidence is missing, as long as the person pleads guilty, the prosecutor will turn a blind eye.

This trick has been used time and again by Takusai Kazama. With his keen intuition and accurate judgment, he can identify the suspect in the first place - so far, he has made only a handful of mistakes.

The criminals have just committed a crime and are under great psychological pressure. Most of them will confess within ten minutes. Even if they grit their teeth and resist, their expressions will reveal flaws.

Takusai Kazama was counting down in his mind. He observed Fushimi Shika and guessed how long the other party could hold out.

After a moment, Fushimi Ka stretched out his hands with his wrists facing upwards.

"Please." He smiled.

The ward was silent except for the sound of the drip from the IV.

"Are you going to confess?" asked Takusa Kazama.

"Why should I admit something I didn't do?" Fushimi Shika asked back.

Kazama Takusai was silent for a moment, then sat up straight and asked, "Where were you at the time of the incident?"

"In the auditorium." said Fushimi Shika.

"What happened then?" asked Takusai Kazama.

"Can not remember."

"Can not remember?"

"Well, I don't remember." Fushimi Shika repeated frankly.

"Are you planning on making up some lame excuse, like temporary amnesia caused by a concussion?" Takusai Kazama's tone became aggressive.

"Who knows, maybe." Fushimi Shika's expression remained unchanged: "By the way, I need to hire a lawyer."

"What? Are you finally showing your guilty conscience?" Kazama Takusai raised his eyebrows.

"I hired a lawyer not to defend myself, but to sue you."

Fushimi crossed his fingers and held them upright in front of his chest: "As a police officer, you threatened the suspect physically, which violated Article 319 of the Japanese Criminal Procedure Law. At the same time, you claimed that you would forge evidence to put me in jail, which violated the crimes of torture and abuse of power in the Japanese Criminal Law."

He stretched out his hand and poked Kazama Takusai's chest: "If I win the case, you will probably be sentenced to hard labor or imprisonment for more than one year but less than three years."

Kazama Takusai showed a look of disgust.

This time he was silent even longer, and the one eye seemed to want to penetrate Fushimi Shika's eyes and get into Fushimi Shika's brain to find out the truth.

"You remind me of a very annoying guy." said Takusai Kazama.

"Is he as handsome as me?" asked Fushimi Shika.

“Just as narcissistic.”

Fengjian Takusai stood up and asked him to leave ten fingerprints on the stamp card, then said: "Enjoy your sick leave. You won't have the chance to talk to me so leisurely in the next twenty days."

Fushimi Shika knew what he meant. The maximum period the police could detain a suspect for an investigation was 20 days. During this period, the police had to decide whether to prosecute or release the suspect.

In order to make the data look good on paper, some Japanese criminal police would torture the suspect to extract a confession. Once they are in prison, the suspect has no ability to resist. There are many ways to force a confession without leaving any scars, such as irradiating with strong light, depriving the suspect of sleep, starving him of food and water...Takusai Kazama has already determined that Fushimi Shika is the murderer, so he will always find a way to make him talk.

That’s right, that was the brutal way Japanese police handled cases in the 90s.

After Kazama Takusai left, he asked his subordinates to keep a strict watch on the suspect and not allow anyone to visit him, while also preventing the suspect from self-harming or escaping.

Gen Yuzi followed him and kept asking questions. Kazama Takusai did not answer, but said: "Go back and change your clothes first."

"But……"

"Gather at one in the morning," Kazama Takusai glanced at his watch, "I'll pick you up at the school gate, and treat it as an internship."

Yuan Yuzi was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Although this uncle looks scary, he is actually a kind person with a gentle heart!
Watanabe Shun stood behind Kazama Takusai, watching Yuan Yuzi run away, her back disappearing around the corner of the corridor, and then he whispered, "Boss, so you like this type, no wonder you never go to every social gathering..."

"I have a daughter." Kazama Takusai interrupted.

"Eh?! Is this true? This is the first time I'm hearing you say that!" Watanabe Shun was surprised.

"Her personality is very similar to my daughter. I don't want her to go astray." Fengjian Takusai put on his sunglasses and said sideways: "Besides, she is the daughter of that lady... It's ok for you to gossip in front of me, but if others hear it, you will lose your job."

"Which lady?" Watanabe Shun scratched his head again.

"Inspector General, Genji, our boss's boss." Kazama Takusai reminded.

"Why don't you just say your name?" asked Watanabe Shun.

Because Kazama Takusai had forgotten her name, he just had a general impression of her. When he went to report on his work, he saw a photo of mother and daughter on the other party's desk, so he recognized Minamoto Tamako.

"Ask less. Knowing too much is not good for you." said Takusai Kazama.

Watanabe Shun was suddenly awed, thinking that he was worthy of being the boss, as his words and actions were always flawless!
The two returned to the police station, and Takusai Kazama submitted Fushimi Kaka's fingerprints. Half an hour later, the forensic department issued a scene report. Takusai Kazama poured himself a cup of coffee and read it while sipping it.

After a moment, his fingers froze, and he called the forensic officer over, pointed to a page in the report, and asked, "Is this correct?"

The forensic officer pushed up his glasses and said, "It's definitely right. Extracting fingerprints is the most basic of the basics!"

"I know, but what does it mean that they don't match?" Fengjian Takusai tapped the paper with his fingers: "The fingerprints of the two dead people and the suspect at the scene don't match?"

"Yes." The forensic officer nodded.

"Are you sure it's not fake?" asked Takusai Kazama.

"No, forged fingerprints will leave glue marks."

"Whose fingerprints are on the gun?" Kazama Takusai asked again.

"How would I know that?" the forensic officer complained, "Isn't it your job to find the suspect?"

Fengjian Takusai was extremely surprised and thought to himself, could it be that I had made a mistake?
No, that's not right.

After committing the crime, the suspect used the deceased’s cell phone to call various newspapers, so reporters arrived at the scene before him;
At the same time, the word "Heavenly Punishment" was left in blood at the scene, indicating that the suspect had extremely strong psychological qualities and certain antisocial tendencies, just like the guy lying in the ward... This kind of person is not a carrot in the vegetable market. How could it be such a coincidence that two psychopaths appeared in the same case?
However, the fingerprints of the fourth person found on the pistol are solid evidence.

What exactly is going on?

Kazama Takusai pinched his brows and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)