Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 562 is yours! Six-Beast!

Anzu Murata felt very heavy-hearted.

It's not just because the Metropolitan Police Department reopened the investigation into the serial murders, nor just because she was questioned; what's worse is that she bears primary responsibility for the murders, which means her superiors will shift the blame onto her, and her subordinates will also push the responsibility onto her.

Ultimately, it was her own decision, so there's nothing to complain about; she was just unlucky.

In the past, this was how the police handled backlogged murder cases: find a scapegoat with a criminal record, take their statement, and hastily close the case.

The killers would tacitly flee the area. Even if they relapsed and committed another crime, that would be a matter for other police departments to worry about. This has led to many serial killers roaming around and committing crimes for years, only to be caught due to bad luck.

But this time it was different. Everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department could see that this killer was close to a lone wolf terrorist attack. He had assassinated political figures one after another and left provocative messages. As long as a high-level official made a decision, it could be treated as a terrorist attack.

But for some reason, the Metropolitan Police Department’s top brass remained silent. The head of the Criminal Investigation Department once again organized a special investigation unit, drawing on elites to investigate the murder case, but did not treat it as a terrorist attack—this was the first time the ruling class had shown such weakness.

Murata An wanted to make amends, so she applied to join the Special Investigations Division, intending to assist in investigations as a detective.

However, the Minister of Criminal Justice had no intention of giving her this opportunity. After several perfunctory responses, he demoted her to a back office position, where she was responsible for handling paperwork.

Murata An had a grudge. She was appointed to the position in a time of crisis and worked diligently. Even if she didn't achieve anything, she still put in a lot of effort. She even helped take the blame when things went wrong. Instead of helping her, the leader not only didn't help her out, but also kicked her into the trash can. How could she accept this?

The following evening, Murata Anzu got completely drunk at an izakaya (Japanese pub), her frustration almost bursting forth. Grabbing a bottle of alcohol, she went to the police station, stumbling and acting erratically. She stormed into the Special Investigations Division's meeting room and yelled at the newly appointed division chief:

"You're the next unlucky one! Forget about making a name for yourself! You're nothing but a pile of dog shit—"

The newly appointed head of the Special Investigation Division, Masahiro Hijikata, turned green upon hearing these words.

He knew in his heart that this was no easy task. Last time, the elite special investigation team had no leads whatsoever, not even a single suspect. Now, the same group of people were being transferred to continue the investigation—what good could possibly come of it?

It's highly likely to be another dead case, leaving only two options: a public apology or finding a scapegoat.

Murata Anzu has already tried for him; finding a scapegoat only leads to certain death. The murderer will continue to commit crimes, and become increasingly high-profile, refusing to leave Tokyo. This forces law enforcement to go all out, and falsifying evidence would only be a slap in their own face.

Hijikata Masahiro had Murata Anzu dragged away, and everyone watched coldly, with no one speaking up for her.

You made the decision yourself, so who can you blame? If you had insisted on a thorough investigation and avoided any underhanded practices, this wouldn't have happened.
That's what everyone thinks.

Aside from Fushimi Shika and Minamoto no Tamako, who were not present during the meeting.

Since the Metropolitan Police Department announced the reopening of the investigation, Minamoto Tamako was immediately revitalized, feeling that her investigation was on the right track and that Horie Kei was even more suspicious of the murder. Therefore, she dragged Fushimi Shika along to keep watch.

Fushimi Shika didn't want to compromise himself, so he bought a special van for surveillance. It wasn't expensive, but he spent a lot of money modifying it, adding a sofa, a recliner, an ice bucket, a wine storage cabinet, and even a small TV that could play videotape movies.

Minamoto no Tamako was peering through binoculars at Horie Kei from the car window, while Fushimi Shika was sitting on the sofa in the car, watching TV with his legs crossed.

Kazama Takusai and the others didn't come. They had been working for two weeks and were too exhausted to continue, so they rushed to take care of Hira Sakurako. Even though Fushimi Shika threatened to deduct their wages, they still needed to take a few days off.

"Last time we were so close! If we had just held on a little longer, we could have caught Horie Kei by the skin of our teeth!" Minamoto Tamako muttered resentfully. "I've only been home for a day, and the murderer has already committed a crime. What does that mean?"

"That shows your surveillance skills are terrible, allowing the suspect to realize he's being watched." Fushimi Shika tore open a bag of potato chips, making a crunching sound as he spoke.

Minamoto no Tamako turned around and glared, but she had to admit that Fushimi-kun was right.

There's no such thing as a coincidence. Horie Kei most likely committed the crime after she left, which means they wasted two weeks of their time, essentially playing a test of endurance with the killer... Horie Kei's daily routine and work schedule must be easier than those of the three-shift surveillance personnel.

“That…that is indeed one aspect,” Minamoto Tamako changed the subject, raising a little finger in an attempt to clear her name, “but on the other hand, Horie Kei is even more suspicious!”

"What suspicion? He's the murderer." Fushimi Shika made a very hasty judgment.

"What evidence do you have to prove it?" Minamoto no Tamako was a little curious; she wanted to hear Fushimi-kun's reasoning.

Although Fushimi-kun's methods for solving cases were somewhat haphazard, he was at least able to see through people's hearts, predict the general direction of events, and find the truth by taking unconventional approaches.

But this time, Fushimi Shika is going to disappoint her.

"intuition."

To make his statement more convincing, Shika Fushimi licked the potato chip off his finger, mimicking a detective wiping his mouth, and added, "Based on my past experience, my intuition is 99.9% accurate, infinitely repeating after the decimal point."

Yuan Yuzi has a rather unsophisticated sense of style, and she thought his pose was actually kind of cool. She secretly copied it and planned to show it off next time she solved a case.

Detective's mouth-wiping gesture +1
Then, she raised her binoculars and continued to monitor Horie Kei, retorting, "Even if the probability is small, it's not 100%. Intuition can be wrong; only evidence can prove it..."

Fushimi Shika smiled confidently: "Here's a little-known fact: 99.9% repeated infinitely after the decimal point equals 100%."

"Huh?" Gen Tamako was taken aback, then turned around. "Really?"

Before Fushimi Shika could answer, she shook her head: "I don't believe you. You're probably just making up some weird stuff to fool me again."

"Believe it or not, the facts prove I was right." Fushimi Shika continued watching the TV series.

"Why don't you go to sleep first, or you won't be able to stay up until tonight?" Yuan Yuzi suggested.

"No, trust me," Fushimi Shika casually made up, "Here's another little-known fact: human sleep duration can be accumulated. I sleep eight hours a day, and occasionally nine or even ten hours. The extra one or two hours are my accumulated sleep time. I can use it whenever I need to stay up all night."

“Then you must have something wrong with your head.” Yuan Yuzi didn’t believe it at all; this was just too ridiculous.

"Believe it or not," Fushimi Shika said without arguing.

Minamoto no Tamako kept a close watch, staying up all night until dawn. Fushimi Shika said he wouldn't sleep, but his body betrayed him; he lay down on time and covered himself with a small blanket.

As Horie Kei left for work, Minamoto Tamako quickly drove after him. She parked the car in front of the convenience store, and, feeling incredibly sleepy, nudged the lazy Fushimi Shika: "Wake up, it's time for your shift."

"Hmm, so early..."

Fushimi Shika, still half-asleep, got out of bed and stretched: "Having to work before even brushing my teeth, what a miserable life..."

Genji Tamako slipped into the warm blankets; the bed was already warm, and it felt cozy as soon as she lay down. "Stop complaining, I haven't brushed my teeth either." "Do you have bad breath?" Fushimi Shika asked.

"I won't tell you." Minamoto no Tamako turned over, her back to Fushimi Shika.

"Let me smell it." Fushimi Shika circled around and got close to Minamoto Tamako, nuzzling her face with his nose.

Minamoto no Tamako was a little annoyed and slapped his arm. Fushimi Shika's eyes widened, looking hurt, and he said, "You actually hit me!" As he spoke, he reached under the covers and tickled Minamoto no Tamako's ticklish spot, determined to get his revenge.

Gentama laughed heartily, twisting and turning on the bed, flailing her little hands, and telling Fushimi Shika to stop fooling around.

Fushimi Shika got more and more excited and the two of them rolled around in a ball, inexplicably ending up on the bed together, embracing each other.

Yuan Yuzi felt very comfortable being held. She was exhausted from playing around and inexplicably wanted to kiss to recharge, but she was afraid that her breath would smell bad, so she hesitated for a moment.

Fushimi Shika didn't mind; only older people have bad breath in the morning, mainly due to metabolic issues. Children don't usually have bad breath unless they never brush their teeth. Minamoto Tamako's metabolism is quite good; her mouth is moist in the morning, perfect for a kiss.

He was preparing to launch a sneak attack when someone suddenly knocked on the car window.

The two looked up at the same time and saw a patrolman standing outside the car door. It was Patrolman Liulang. He covered his eyes with his hands and looked into the car through the window.

Genji kicked Fushimi Shika off the bed and quickly shoved his head under the covers.

Fushimi Shika was quite annoyed. He leaned over, rolled down the car window, and preemptively questioned, "What are you doing?"

"Ah, Fushimi-senpai!" Rokuro clearly hadn't expected the two seniors to be having sex in a car: "Uh, this isn't good, it's not good for the neighborhood..."

"What's going on? Parking isn't allowed here?" Fushimi Shika stuck his head out of the car window and glanced at the sign.

That's right, it's a parking area. What's this guy doing here?

"You can park, but you can't do anything strange in the car," Rokuro gently reminded him.

"Bullshit! The car is a private area. It's none of your business if I take a dump in there!" Fushimi Shika reached out and slapped his hat brim. "I bet you're just trying to peep. Stop pretending!"

"No, I didn't mean that..." Rokuro panicked because Fushimi-senpai had hit the nail on the head.

If you witness someone having sex in a car on the street, who can resist watching the spectacle?

"I can't be bothered with you! You filthy-minded bastard!" Fushimi Shika slapped him again: "What do you think we're doing? We're on a mission!"

As he spoke, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, pinched Liu Lang's face, and made him look at the convenience store: "See that convenience store clerk? He is the prime suspect in the serial murder case."

Liu Lang suddenly realized: "So, Senior was keeping an eye on me?"

Fushimi Shika nodded: "Yes, they were changing shifts just now."

Liulang really wanted to ask why the shift had to be changed on the bed, but he held back and honestly pretended to suddenly understand: "I see, I misunderstood you, senior. I'm very sorry."

Fushimi Shika waved his hand and said, "Since you sincerely want my forgiveness, I will give you a chance to atone for your sins."

Police officer Rokuro sensed something was wrong: "Uh, it's not time to atone yet..."

Fushimi Shika completely ignored him, grabbed his shoulders, and made him face the convenience store: "Now, you will monitor that criminal suspect in my place, and I will forgive you for the harm you have caused me, both physically and mentally."

"Huh? But I still have to go on patrol..."

Before Rokuro could finish speaking, Fushimi Shika interrupted, "Patrol my ass! Think about it, can ten years of patrolling compare to one meritorious service?"

Liu Lang thought for a moment and then shook his head.

“Right!” Fushimi Shika pressed his advantage: “If you were to catch a major serial killer, getting a promotion might be a bit difficult, but a full promotion would be a sure thing, wouldn’t it? Don’t you want to be a detective?”

"Yes! I've always looked up to my predecessors!" Liu Lang stood at attention, seeing a glimmer of hope for promotion.

When the police station encounters any major cases, they only assign the hard work to the patrol officers, while the detectives get all the credit. He had long harbored resentment about this.

“That’s more like it,” Fushimi Shika nodded with satisfaction. “Back when I was working in Sugamo, I never patrolled. Look at me and Minamoto no Tamako, we got promoted by solving cases! Do you understand? Solving cases is the key!”

"Yes!" Liu Lang nodded, "I will definitely keep a close watch!"

"Seeing you so motivated makes me feel relieved." Fushimi Shika patted his shoulder, then shrank back into the small truck. "I've been up all night and I'm too exhausted to keep going. I'll leave the rest to you."

Liu Lang saluted, suddenly feeling a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He had been waiting for this day.

He felt extremely guilty when he encountered the suicide case on the overpass and was unable to stop the victim from jumping off.

Watanabe-senpai can deduce clues (actually, he deduced them without realizing it, originating from chapter 368), Inspector Minamoto can direct the investigation, Fushimi-senpai can arrest criminals, while he can't do anything but help with the mundane tasks of investigating social circles.

Abe Rokuro once deeply resented his own incompetence. In order not to repeat the same mistake, he studied, learned, and practiced shooting even more diligently. When patrolling the streets, he would repeatedly practice his tracking skills when he encountered passersby who resembled gangsters.

He worked hard day after day, persevered in his training, and shed so much sweat, all so that one day he could prove himself!

Now, his chance has come!
Abe Rokuro rushed back to the station as fast as he could and energetically asked the station chief for a long leave. The station chief, thinking he had some urgent matter, granted the leave without understanding why, and watched as he hurriedly changed into civilian clothes and left with his suitcase.

On his way to the convenience store, Abe Rokuro put on makeup as he walked. He put on a wig, a coat, hunched his back, and slowed his pace, instantly transforming into a lifeless middle-aged man who had been unemployed for a long time.

These days, unemployed middle-aged men are everywhere. They are usually idle and will sit on benches on the street to pass the time, or go into convenience stores to enjoy the air conditioning and charge their phones.

And so, Abe Rokuro walked into the convenience store with an air of nonchalance, sat down on a bench, and pretended to be bored as he flipped through a magazine.

(End of this chapter)