Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 450 Peeing Man

Seeing this, Abe Rokuro stepped forward, bowed deeply, and pleaded with the on-duty police officer to make an exception.

The latter dismissed it, saying with a straight face that rules are rules; Abe Rokuro was very persistent, just like an insurance salesman, bowing repeatedly and pleading with the on-duty police officer for help.

The on-duty police officer was impartial and unmoved by Abe Rokuro's pleas, even warning them not to break the rules.

Now Abe Rokuro was at a loss. He turned to look at Fushimi-senpai, hoping the latter would lend a hand.

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Fushimi Shika felt that if he didn't say something, he would be seen as slacking off, so he cleared his throat and said, "I'm from the Narcotics Investigation Division. I suspect that the suspect is a drug dealer's subordinate and I need to interrogate him urgently."

"Uh……"

The officer on duty looked Fushimi Shika up and down. He wanted to say that the suspect in the detention center had nothing to do with drug dealers, and that Fushimi Shika was not strictly speaking a member of the Narcotics Investigation Division... but he couldn't say these things openly.

He steeled himself and said he needed to notify Section Chief Dongshan to confirm that there were no problems before he could proceed with the interrogation.

“Sure,” Fushimi Shika said nonchalantly, “Go ahead and hit me.”

When the officer on duty realized he couldn't scare him, he had no choice but to pretend and actually call Section Chief Dongshan.

Higashiyama Takashi had a bad temper and had been working all night recently, so he was severely lacking in rest. He finally managed to lie down and rest for a while, but he was woken up by a phone call. The caller was bothering him with something as trivial as interrogation... Higashiyama Takashi didn't even bother to listen to the end and simply yelled, "You're asking me about something like this?! What are you good for?! Get out!!"

All four heard the shouting. The officer on duty, embarrassed, could only awkwardly hang up the phone.

Now that he had no reason to obstruct the process, he had no choice but to release the person for questioning and bring him into the interrogation room.

When the on-duty police officer took the person away, Yuan Yuzi didn't waste any time. She went to the archives, found the case file, and quickly went through it.

The suspect, named Masahiro Matsumoto, is a bartender who lives alone in Tokyo. He has no relatives and his only family member is his father, who lives in the countryside more than 100 kilometers away from Tokyo.

A month ago, Masakyu Matsumoto appeared naked on the streets of Sugamo and crawled across the road, causing a commotion. Afterward, the suspect urinated near a utility pole multiple times and yelled at passersby, suggesting he may be mentally unstable.

When the police arrived at the scene, Masakyu Matsumoto attempted to attack and bite, but was eventually pinned to the ground by riot control forks and handcuffed and taken to the detention center.

After being questioned, Masakyu Matsumoto admitted that he had taken illegal drugs and was in a state of confusion, which led to his extreme behavior.

After reviewing the case file, Minamoto Tamako felt there were no major problems; it wasn't until Matsumoto Masakyu was brought into the interrogation room that she realized the problems were far more serious.

Matsumoto Masakyu was sitting lifelessly in a chair, his face bruised and swollen, his hair disheveled.

Abe Rokuro waved his hand in front of him, but the latter did not react at all, as if he were an empty shell with his soul removed.

At a glance, Yuan Yuzi knew that the suspect had been subjected to torture and forced confession.

She turned to the officer on duty and demanded, "Who did this?"

“How would I know?” The officer on duty curled his lip, acting as if it were none of his business, and turned to close the interrogation room door. “Why don’t you just ask him?”

Yuan Yuzi was furious. She slammed her hand on the table and ran to retrieve the interrogation records. The records were full of dull conversations, clearly written casually. Afterwards, she forced the suspect to sign them.

The detective in charge of interrogating the suspect was Yuan Yuzi's colleague. I even greeted them yesterday. I never expected them to do such a despicable thing!

No wonder they blocked her process and wouldn't let her interrogate her earlier; it turns out she had something to hide!
Abe Rokuro was equally indignant, but he was just a junior police officer and had no right to reprimand his senior. He could only blush and hold his breath.

Fushimi Shika felt that the two were focusing on the wrong thing, so he reminded them, "Let's talk about holding them accountable later, let's question them first."

Knowing the priorities, Gen Tamako suppressed her anger and sat down in the interrogation chair, saying, "Mr. Matsumoto, I am Detective Gen Tamako from Sugamo. I will now formally question you regarding the drug use case..."

She paused, sensing that Matsumoto Masakyu's behavior was off: "Mr. Matsumoto, are you listening?"

Matsumoto Masakyu kept his head down and did not react.

Oh no, is he dead?

Yuan Yuzi quickly stepped forward and checked Matsumoto Masakyu's breathing. Although it was weak, it was still relatively steady, so there shouldn't be any major problems. Then she touched Matsumoto Masakyu's chest to make sure that his heartbeat was normal and there were no fractures or collapses before she breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems there's nothing seriously wrong with his body. Even when the police use torture to extract a confession, they still exercise restraint, at least not leaving any serious injuries that can be detected during a medical examination.

"Moses Moses?"

Gen Tamako reached out and shook Matsumoto Masakyu: "Mr. Matsumoto, can you hear me? I'm here to help you, please believe me..."

No matter what she said, Matsumoto Masakyu remained completely unresponsive.

Abe Rokuro wanted to say something, but remembering his senior's warning, he swallowed his words.

Fushimi Shika, feeling that this dawdling would go on forever, said impatiently, "He's clearly mentally unstable. You could scream your head off and he wouldn't react."

Abe Rokuro nodded in agreement, thinking to himself that Fushimi-senpai was indeed worthy of speaking his mind so well.

"Then what should we do?" Gen Tamako asked.

Before Fushimi Shika could speak, Minamoto Tamako added, "You're not allowed to say you're going home to rest!"

"..."

Fushimi Shika, having been predicted, glanced at Abe Rokuro and could only maintain his persona: "Sigh... I'll work hard, please stop pressuring me..."

"?"

Yuan Yuzi was taken aback.

Abe Rokuro felt that Fushimi-senpai was suffering too much, having to endure such a nasty young lady, she must be having a very unpleasant time every day.

Before Minamoto no Tamako could speak, Fushimi Shika continued, "Since he has mental health issues, he can be temporarily sent to a hospital or have professional doctors hired to treat him... But I don't think he deserves that kind of treatment given what he did."

Gen Tamako slapped her forehead and said, "That makes sense! We can ask Dr. Miyazaki for help!"

Fushimi Shika deliberately raised his voice: "Dr. Miyazaki's outpatient visits aren't cheap, and it's so late now..."

“It’s alright, I’ll just pay for it!” Yuan Yuzi never hesitates to spend money on important matters.

Upon hearing this, Abe Rokuro thought to himself that Tamako-senpai was indeed as extravagant and wasteful as the legends said.

Fushimi Shika offered a few token words of advice, but Minamoto no Tamako dismissed them as mere chatter and didn't take them to heart at all.

She called Miyazaki Yuko, asking her to make a house call for a special patient. This wasn't the first time she had asked Miyazaki Yuko for a house call at night, nor was it the first time Miyazaki Yuko had made a house call at night. They agreed on a price and a time, and then Miyazaki Yuko set off.

(End of this chapter)