Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 440 Married Woman Tamako
After drinking with Watanabe Shun, Fushimi Shika went to a massage parlor for a back massage.

Afterwards, Watanabe Shun wanted to take his junior to experience a bubble bath, but Fushimi Shika refused. He had no choice but to 'get a scrub' by himself, while Fushimi Shika sat outside waiting for him, and was constantly being harassed by the bubble bath manager's recommendations.

"It would be a real shame if you didn't try it. We recently got a really hot bubble bath girl..."

Watanabe Shun, pulling up his pants, lamented that his juniors were clueless about romance.

Fushimi Shika had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Seeing that Watanabe Shun had finished, she quickly grabbed his arm and left the brothel, indicating that they had more important business to attend to.

Watanabe Shun was puzzled. He had thought today was a day to relax, but now it seemed that Fushimi Shika had called him not just to drink.

He followed Fushimi Shika to the Yamaguchi-gumi's territory and found a Yamaguchi-gumi officer. Fushimi Shika claimed that the Sumiyoshi Association planned to hand over a batch of contraband, and then he stated his purpose, using the same excuse, that he intended to pay the Yamaguchi-gumi to hand over the drugs.

However, the Yamaguchi-gumi members were even tougher than Yoshio Ohno, directly kicking Fushimi Shika and Watanabe Shun out. If it weren't for Watanabe Shun being a detective with the Metropolitan Police Department, they probably would have taken action directly.

Watanabe Shun had no idea what he was up to. After leaving the Yamaguchi-gumi, he couldn't help but ask, "What are we doing?"

"Drug bust." Fushimi Shika lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Taking advantage of his delinquent persona today, he planned to smoke to his heart's content, as his nicotine addiction was showing signs of relapse.

"Bullshit."

Watanabe Shun was, after all, a fully-fledged, serving detective with many years of experience and involvement in drug enforcement operations. If he remembered correctly, drug enforcement methods typically involved planting informants, posing as buyers, sting operations, raids, and interviews... Who would keep paying drug dealers to hand over drugs?

If things continue like this, won't the Metropolitan Police Department become the biggest buyer?
Watanabe Shun spoke his mind without hesitation. Fushimi Shika listened, flicked his cigarette ash dismissively, and said, "What's the point? It's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. If we're going to catch someone, we need to catch the big fish and dig out all the suppliers and distribution channels of these gangs."

Watanabe Shun was shocked: "Aren't you afraid of being hacked to death in your bed tomorrow?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I always sleep with one eye open," Fushimi Shika said nonsensically.

He flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt hit the ground, sparking a few embers.

Watanabe Shun was starting to regret it. Although he didn't know what Fushimi Shika was up to, he was sure it was something big. He didn't want to get involved and just wanted to stay in the Metropolitan Police Department and coast along... Strictly speaking, without a boss to supervise him, Watanabe Shun was a truly qualified couch potato.

Fushimi Shika wouldn't force someone to do something against their will. He could tell that Watanabe Shun was unwilling, so he simply let him go back.

Before leaving, Watanabe Shun was still being stubborn, saying that if anything happened, just page him and he, as a senior, would definitely come to help.

Fushimi Shika gave a few perfunctory "uh-huhs" and, after parting ways with Watanabe Shun, went straight to the Inagawa-kai and asked Satake Gen to pass on a message that he was willing to pay the yakuza to hand over contraband, and that he could pay first and then deliver the goods at a price 10% higher than the market price.

This is a sure-fire way to make money; if it weren't for Fushimi Shika who made the suggestion, Satake Gen would have been tempted.

"Are you paying for political achievements?" he asked tentatively. "If that's the case, you don't need to bother outsiders... We can handle everything."

Fushimi Shika was unwilling to say more, waving his hand to indicate that Satake Gen only needed to relay the message.

Satake Gen felt confused and didn't know what Fushimi Shika was thinking, but at least he had gotten a little dirty hands on him, which would increase the probability of him being dragged into the mess in the future, so he agreed.

With that, Fushimi Shika's work for the day is complete.

Next, he just needs to wait for interested drug dealers to contact him, and then he will contact the Metropolitan Police Department to mark these people on file one by one. If the suppliers are willing to sell directly from the factory, that would be even better, as it would also wipe out the entire supply chain.

Of course, the actual operation is definitely not as smooth as imagined. For example, drug dealers are not stupid and will definitely find a scapegoat to take the fall; also, Fushimi Shika's identity as a detective cannot be hidden, and smart people might suspect that he has ulterior motives; the Metropolitan Police Department is not necessarily clean either, and he might expose his intentions...

However, none of this mattered to Fushimi Shika.

As long as there's money to be made, there will always be people willing to take the bait. Why do drug dealers risk everything? Is it because they love the transportation business? It's all about making money!

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some drug dealers use drug dealing to support their own addiction. These people are not very bright, and if they are in need of money when they are addicted to drugs, they will also come to you.

As long as Fushimi Shika has enough cash flow, he will eventually be able to contact suppliers—they might invite him out, or they might force him to pledge allegiance. Once he makes contact, Fushimi Shika is confident that he can wipe them all out.

He hummed a little tune as he went to the cinema to watch a movie.

After the event, someone actually contacted him, asking if the acquisition and payment were genuine.

Fushimi Shika made very good promises on the phone, assuring him that he could rest assured.

Satake Gen acted as guarantor to arrange a meeting between the two. The other party was a thug with dyed yellow hair who furtively pulled out a small bag of colorful pills and quoted a price. Fushimi Shika looked disgusted and turned away, saying, "Don't contact me for this kind of thing again."

“They’re testing your sincerity,” said Gen Satake.

Fushimi Shika immediately understood that the blond-haired man was a pawn, but he was unwilling to get involved; once he touched this thing, its nature would change. In his previous life, as a Chinese, he was particularly averse to such things. If Kujo Yui hadn't even staked her own daughter on it, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this kind of thing.

He had Satake Gen collect the money on his behalf, while he only had to pay it himself.

Seeing this, Huang Mao thought to himself, "This guy has such a big mouth and such a generous hand. He might be a big drug lord. I'll talk to my boss about it later. Maybe it'll be a big deal."

Both parties completed the transaction, exchanging money and goods, and both host and guest were happy.

Fushimi Shika stood up, put her arm around the blond-haired man's arm, and invited him to have a drink. The blond-haired man wanted to refuse, but Fushimi Shika was too enthusiastic, and he had just made a profit from Fushimi Shika, so it would be disrespectful not to have a drink with him.

Fushimi Shika, the wall-facer, had just finished drinking in the afternoon and was drinking again that evening. He made full use of his social skills, making the blond-haired guy happy. They felt like they had known each other for a long time and were eager to become sworn brothers on the spot.

After a few rounds of drinks, Fushimi Shika felt the atmosphere was just right and tried to probe with a few questions, but the blond guy was very wary and refused to mention who his upline was. Fushimi Shika had no choice but to ask the blond guy about his offline customers. The blond guy didn't seem to care much about the customers' privacy and casually made a few comments.

"Where there's demand, there's supply. I didn't force them to take it; they wanted it themselves..."

The blond-haired man shirked responsibility and, following Fushimi Shika's words, couldn't help but complain for a long time.

As Fushimi Shika listened, he sensed something was amiss and couldn't help but ask, "Have you been watching the news lately? There's a report that a new product has appeared on the market that can make people completely lose their minds. Several people have been seen going crazy in the streets after getting high, and one guy even ate a police officer like bread..."

Yellow Hair waved his hand, let out a burp, lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice, "That's not true."

Fushimi Shika raised an eyebrow in surprise, offered a few words of flattery, raised his glass in a toast, and urged the blond-haired man to elaborate. The blond-haired man was quite pleased with this, and without beating around the bush, explained, "Do you think we pharmaceutical sellers don't know whether new products are vying for market share? News reports are blatantly lying; those office-based reporters know absolutely nothing..."

As he spoke, Huang Mao began to speak eloquently and criticize current affairs, veerging the topic off-topic into politics.

Fushimi Shika found it strange and asked, "Then why do you think those people went crazy?"

"I don't know," the blond-haired man replied casually, "Probably poisoning. Mass poisoning incidents are quite common, aren't they..."

Fushimi Shika knew it couldn't be food poisoning. The drug addicts arrested by the police didn't have overlapping social circles; how could they all be poisoned at the same time?

Although it was strange, Fushimi Shika didn't take it to heart, nor did he think of reporting it to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Drinking with people is mentally and physically exhausting; otherwise, why would everyone dislike social gatherings? Moreover, Fushimi Shika has to use social skills to disguise himself, constantly considering what to say and trying to break down the other person's defenses, leaving him no energy to enjoy the pleasure of drinking.

He's already busy enough; he doesn't want to worry about anything unnecessary.

By the time the drinking session ended, it was already midnight.

The two staggered out of the izakaya, exchanged contact information, and agreed to drink together again next time.

Fushimi Shika leaned against a streetlamp, took out his phone, and glanced at it. It was a text message from Minamoto Tamako asking why he hadn't come home yet. Minamoto Tamako didn't dare to call, afraid of ruining Fushimi-kun's 'secret mission,' nor did she dare to send too many messages, lest Fushimi-kun arouse suspicion.

"Go back right away and cook me a bowl of udon noodles."

Fushimi Shika replied to a message, and Minamoto Tamako immediately replied: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Upon seeing this message, Fushimi Shika inexplicably felt that he wasn't so tired today.

He staggered home, reeking of alcohol, and unlocked the door with his key.

The light in the entryway was on; it must have been left on for him on purpose.

"I'm back," Fushimi Shika called out casually, standing on the threshold changing into slippers.

Hearing him open the door, Minamoto Tamako jogged over and said, "Welcome, welcome! The udon noodles are ready. How was work today?"

As she spoke, she helped Fushimi Shika take off his jacket and asked with a puzzled look, "Huh, why has your leather jacket turned into a school uniform?"

Fushimi Shika said in a serious tone, "This is a disguise prop, remember to keep it safe for me."

He looked Yuan Yuzi up and down. She was wearing an apron, her hair was tied up, she was wearing pajamas and fluffy slippers, and she looked like she had jumped from a girl to a young woman.

"Oh, well..."

Yuan Yuzi believed it to be true and carefully folded the school uniform, placing it on the coffee table.

She turned around and saw Fushimi Shika looking her over, and instinctively asked, "What's wrong?"

Fushimi Shika was about to say a few sweet words to flirt and continue what they hadn't been able to finish the night before. But before he could even open his mouth, a middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of udon noodles.

"Miss Tamako, the noodles are here."

She was a nanny hired by Kujo Yui to take care of Ms. Tamako's daily life; in addition to the nanny, there was originally a rehabilitation therapist, but the therapist got off work early and left at six o'clock in the afternoon.

Fushimi Shika shut up in time, suspecting that the nanny was hired by Kujo Yui to spy on him.

"Eat quickly, the noodles won't taste good if they get cold." Yuan Yuzi didn't think much of it. She sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and urged, "I've made a big discovery today regarding that face-biting case!"

“Angang, you say it.”

Fushimi Shika sat down opposite her, picked up his chopsticks and slurped his noodles, pretending to listen, but actually secretly observing the nanny, wondering when this guy would finally leave.

Yuan Yuzi rested at home for a few hours today and wanted to relax and have some fun, but she just couldn't stay still and kept thinking about the face-biting case.

She called the junior colleague, wanting to offer some words of comfort as a senior and help him out as much as possible... but found that the person could not be found. The junior colleague had submitted his resignation to the police station, changed his address and phone number, and seemed to be deeply affected.

Yuan Yuzi felt terrible. She felt that she was also at fault. If she had stopped it in time, her junior would not have been disfigured.

As a senior, she felt somewhat guilty for not being able to take good care of the juniors.

Out of guilt, Minamoto Tamako decided to thoroughly investigate the case and find out who sold the drugs to the deceased... If the deceased really went mad because of drug use, in Minamoto Tamako's opinion, those drug dealers were the culprits!
She called the deceased's family to ask if the deceased had a history of drug use, and received a denial. So she changed her approach and asked if the deceased had exhibited any unusual behavior before his death. After careful recollection, the family provided a clue.

"Jiro usually loves watching horror movies... A while ago... he kept talking about a zombie outbreak, that the virus was spreading everywhere... He even forced his family to boil water to drink and was afraid to go to work..."

"Later, we found Jiro a psychologist, and he improved... We thought he wouldn't relapse and that he could go to work normally... But I never expected... I never expected something like this to happen..."

Towards the end, the deceased's family members broke down in tears.

Yuan Yuzi comforted the family for a while, and then hung up the phone after they had calmed down.

She suspected that drugs were not the reason why the man who was biting his face went crazy, so she called the police station and got the contact information of the families of other drug addicts, and called them one by one to inquire.

Some family members were very cooperative, while others were quite resistant. Yuan Yuzi was scolded a lot, but she felt it was worth it because she discovered some patterns in those drug addicts.

Yuan Yuzi said she was so engrossed that she forgot to eat her noodles, opened her notebook, which was filled with dense notes:
"Look, the dog-loving man claims he didn't do drugs. The reason he went out to pee in the street is because he felt like a dog at the time, so he was marking his territory by peeing..."

"And then there's the parrot man. He keeps several parrots at home and often talks to them. He doesn't socialize much at all. Maybe he even sees himself as a bird, which is why he jumped off the roof..."

After saying that, she pointed to the analysis conclusion with her little finger and said seriously, "It must be a problem with the pharmaceutical company! The psychotropic drugs produced by the pharmaceutical company are not compliant!"

(End of this chapter)