Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 26 The murderer surrenders
The clothes and pants on Fushimi Shika's body were dry, which meant that he had never left the church and could not have taken the gun out and left fingerprints on others.

It is impossible for this gun to be replaced. The forensic class has compared it and both the bullet type and the smoke reaction can confirm that it is the weapon that killed Chizuru Sakurai.

Fingerprints cannot be created out of thin air.

If there was a fourth person at the crime scene, how did he leave the church? There were only Kawai's footprints by the second-floor window, and only three bloody footprints in the first-floor hall... Could the murderer have flown?

Takusa Kazama sighed. As he got older, his brain wasn't as sharp as when he was young. He felt like there was a layer of fog over his thinking.

He looked down at his watch, put down his coffee cup, and went downstairs with the on-site report.

"Boss, where are you going?" Watanabe Shun asked while slurping instant noodles.

"Go pick someone up."

"Do you really want to bring her here? Isn't this against the rules?"

Kazama Takusai stood at the door of the office, looked around at his subordinates, and asked, "What are the rules? How about letting you be the section chief?"

"Really?" Watanabe Shun's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect that you, Boss, would rely on me so much..."

"You have no vacation time this month."

"Eh? Wait, why?"

After Kazama Takusai left, Watanabe Shun looked confused and asked his colleagues: "Did I say something wrong again?"

……

In the second half of the night, the rain finally stopped.

Yuan Yuzi sat in the back seat, looking down and carefully reading the on-site report.

"You should know the rules, right? The details of the case cannot be made public. Remember to keep it confidential," Fengjian Takusai reminded him, and continued, "What do you think about the fingerprints on the pistol?"

"This means that there was a fourth person present when the murder occurred, and that mysterious person shot and killed Instructor Sakurai." Gen Yuzi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, Fushimi-san is not the murderer."

"What if the fingerprints are forged?" asked Takusai Kazama.

"How to forge it?"

"Just expanding the possibilities." Takusai Kazama glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Hmm," Yuan Yuzi thought for a moment and speculated, "There was a coil in Instructor Sakurai's suitcase, but no needle. Don't you think it's strange? The murderer could have used the needle to dip into sweat and hand-painted new fingerprints on the gun handle."

As soon as she finished speaking, she rejected her own speculation:

"But this is only feasible in theory. First, it is too difficult to copy. We have to consider factors such as the gun holding posture, copying strength, fingerprint size, etc.
"Secondly, sweat is invisible. How can one paint on a transparent canvas with transparent pigments? It's like a miniature sculpture master carving with his eyes closed."

Finally, Yuan Yuzi concluded: "Compared to forged fingerprints, the possibility of a fourth person being present is higher."

Takusai Kazama declined to comment.

He suddenly realized that he was doing useless work. Even if the fingerprints on the pistol were forged, he had no evidence to prove that the fingerprints on the gun were fake.

The car braked suddenly and Yuan Yuzi's head almost hit the front seat.

She looked up in surprise, only to see Fengjian Takusai with a serious face, saying: "Sorry, you should rest in school tonight."

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yuzi said nervously: "I, I can help! Please give me a chance, I really want to catch the murderer..."

"It's just something urgent."

Takusai Kazama explained casually, turned the car around and sent Gen Tamako back to school.

"Transfer to the nurse of Ward 104," he held up the police phone in the car, and after the beep came out of the receiver, he ordered his subordinates, "Bring the suspect back to the station."

"Ah? Now? But the doctor said I need to stay in the hospital for care..."

"Bring the person back now." Kazama Takusai hung up the phone and drove back to the police station.

An hour later, Fushimi Shika was brought into the interrogation room. The chandelier was bright, but the light was cold. He yawned, feeling sleepy and tired, with a dull pain in his head and fingers.

"They don't even care about basic human rights. This really overestimates the quality of Japanese police. No wonder they are called tax thieves by the public..."

Just as Fushimi Shika had complained in his heart, he heard a commotion outside the interrogation room.

Takusai Kazama decided to interrogate the suspect himself, which was the first time in three years. Outside the one-way glass, there were many police officers standing there, watching the Fushimi deer like a monkey, and gathered together to talk.

"No, I'm too thin. I don't think I can hold on for long..."

"I bet 500 yen that he can only last five minutes."

"Five minutes is too fast, right? I bet on ten minutes..."

The case was reported to the media, and the police were under great pressure. The chief ordered them to solve the case within three days. Fortunately, Section Chief Kazama caught the suspect that night, and they were relieved and decided to sit back and watch the fun.

After organizing the information and evidence, Takusa Kazama glanced at his watch and said, "Don't let him sleep. Wait until eight o'clock and wake me up."

After saying that, he put on the blindfold and lay down on the bench with his head tilted back.

Fushimi Shika was ready to be interrogated, but no one showed up. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping. As soon as he tilted his head, he heard a loud voice on the radio saying "Don't sleep".

After being tormented dozens of times, he was filled with anger.

There was no clock in the interrogation room, and the light didn't change, so Fushimi couldn't feel the passage of time. He pinched his pulse and counted silently in his mind, and it felt like about five or six hours had passed before someone came in.

Takusa Kazama had just woken up, washed his face, and was full of energy. He walked into the interrogation room, signaled his subordinates to turn off the surveillance, and sat down in front of Fushimi Shika.

"This is your last chance," Takusai Kazama put the file bag on the table. "Confess and turn yourself in, or fight to the bitter end?"

"I'm innocent." Fushimi Lu yawned.

"Don't worry, I won't use violence," Fengjian Takusai opened the file bag and took out a piece of paper from it: "This is the gunpowder smoke reaction test report, detected from you."

Seeing Fushimi Shika about to speak, he interrupted and said, "It's too late. You don't have the chance to confess now. I have to admit that your method of committing the crime is very sophisticated, but there will always be someone in the world who is smarter than you."

"This is your murder weapon, right? You used a needle to draw fingerprints on the gun handle in an attempt to frame someone else... But unfortunately, your DNA is on this needle."

Fengjian Takusai took out the sealed evidence from the file bag, which contained a thin needle: "For intentional homicide and assaulting a police officer, how many years do you think he should be sentenced to?"

Fushimi Shika slowly lowered his head and lay on the table.

He turned his face to the side, closed his eyes and took a nap, and spoke in a muffled voice: "Do you need me to remind you? On the afternoon of the incident, I took a pistol operation practice class. It is normal for me to have gun smoke reactions. Are you going to use this as evidence to convict me?"

"Or do you think that needle is the key evidence? How can you prove that I used that needle? And how can you say that the fingerprints on the gun are forged? Do you know that you are shaking the foundation of modern criminal investigation? If you can conclude that fingerprints are forged just by talking, then can cases convicted by fingerprints be overturned at any time?"

Kazama Takusai thought that this guy was just as difficult as he had expected.

However, once in the interrogation room, no matter how powerful the suspect is, he can't make any waves. Even if words can't break the other party's psychological defense, Kazama Takusai has another way.

"Go on, lock him up for ten hours and don't let him sleep during that time." Takusa Kazama stood up and adjusted his tie.

Fushimi Shika suddenly laughed: "Sorry, you no longer have a chance."

Fengjian Takusai frowned: "Playing tricks..."

"Boss!" Watanabe Shun suddenly pushed open the door of the interrogation room, his face extremely grim: "Quick, come out!"

"You don't want this month's salary, right?" said Takusa Kazama.

"Something big has happened!" Watanabe Shun held a newspaper in front of him: "The murderer has surrendered himself!!"

(End of this chapter)