Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 582 Late-Night Talk
Yuan Yuzi said that this is not important; she only wants to find out who is behind the Cat Island incident and give an explanation to the families who have been hurt.

Compared to investigating the case, Kujo Yui was more concerned about her daughter's health. After several rounds of questioning, Minamoto Tamako finally told the truth and recounted everything that happened at the Sugamo apartment.

"The riot police are coming to arrest the victim's family?" Kujo Yui put down her pen: "Are you sure?"

Gen Tamako pointed to the bump on her forehead: "Of course I'm sure!"

Kujo Yui's head was about to explode. She was so busy lately that she could only sleep three or four hours a day, dealing with all sorts of messy things every day. One minute a member of parliament would say they wanted to arrest someone, the next a minister would say they wanted to protect someone, and the prime minister would put pressure on her from time to time. She felt like her head had become an alchemy furnace, either being refined into an elixir or exploding sooner or later.

"Ugh."

Kujo Yui pinched the bridge of her nose, all her unspoken words turning into a sigh.

Yuan Yuzi could tell that her mother was under a lot of pressure. But she didn't want to delay and couldn't help urge her a few times.

"Alright," Kujo Yui said, her fingers interlaced and her elbows resting on the table. "Don't worry about this anymore. If you have free time, go investigate other cases. If you don't want to investigate, go home and rest."

"Why? So many people are still fighting for their loved ones, and the video clearly captures the faces of those accomplices, yet they still hold positions in the Metropolitan Police Department, the Senate, and large corporations—"

"You know where they work, what can you do?" Kujo Yui interrupted.

Gen Tamako's face turned red with anger, and she was about to continue arguing when Kujo Yui said, "Power is a pyramid, and we are all part of the pyramid. Without those people, the Superintendent General is nothing."

She looked at Gen Tamako and met her gaze: "Take my advice, you can't hit someone in the head with your hand, even if it damages their head."

“They’re not brains! They’re just rotten meat!” Yuan Yuzi shouted.

Kujo Yui didn't argue further. She simply replied, "When you were falsely accused and reported, how did you clear your name? How did you get the newspaper to apologize? Whether you like it or not, you've already enjoyed the power."

Yuan Yuzi was speechless. It wasn't that she didn't know how to argue, but she felt that her mother wouldn't listen to anything she said.

After she left in a huff, Kujo Yui picked up the landline and dialed Kato Touma's office number.

Regardless of the circumstances, arresting the victims' family members is extremely disgraceful.

Kujo Yui considered having Kato Touma step down, but it was just a thought. For various reasons, she was not happy with her position as Superintendent General of Police, and she could not make decisions unilaterally in everything.

Given the current situation and the boiling public discontent, we can only put aside personal feelings for now, get through this difficult time together, and think of a solution later...

The phone rang more than a dozen times, but Kato Touma didn't answer.

Is this person emotional?
Kujou Yui became increasingly agitated. She unscrewed a bottle of energy potion, drank about half of it, let out a long sigh, and waited for her heartbeat to calm down before dialing the number again.

Kato Touma still didn't answer; the call was automatically transferred to the answering machine.

Even though it was already 10 p.m., Kujo knew he was in his office and that he would definitely be on the answering machine, so she simply said, "Call me back. My patience has its limits."

She hung up the phone and continued working on the documents. Half an hour later, Kato Touma still hadn't called back.

Kujo Yui, having reached her limit, dialed one last time, intending to issue a final ultimatum—Kato Touma arresting the victim's family was one thing, but showing disrespect for his superiors was quite another!
This time, the phone rang four times before it was answered.

Kujou Yui snapped at her, "What are you doing? Did you even think before you acted? How are you going to explain this when the news comes out tomorrow? You—"

Heavy breathing came from the other end of the phone.

Kujou Yui's scolding stopped abruptly. Sensing something was wrong, she tentatively asked, "Kato-kun? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me..."

Kato Touma's voice was very weak.

"What's wrong with you?" Kujo Yui asked, holding the microphone and beckoning the administrative officer over. She mouthed to the officer to go to Kato Touma's office.

"It's nothing... I'm just... a little sick," Kato Touma said.

"Where do you feel unwell?" Kujo asked. "Putting aside the illness, did you give the order to arrest the victims' family members?"

"It's...it's me...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." Kato Touma's voice trembled with tears.

Kujou Yui frowned, stood up, and lifted the blinds, peering through the crack into the corner of the stairwell: "Is anyone else on your end? Need backup? Give me a hint..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the office lights in the building diagonally opposite go out.

Kujo Yui pressed the transfer button, switching the call to her own cell phone. She quickly left the office, called the security guards to assemble, and jogged towards Kato Touma's office: "Hello? Are you still there? Minister Kato..."

"it's me."

A familiar male voice rang out.

Kujou suddenly stopped in her tracks, as if a thunderclap had struck her mind, and goosebumps rose on her back as if she had been electrocuted.

She knew what Fushimi Shika had confessed at the wedding, what Fushimi Shika had disappeared and was wanted, and what Fushimi Shika had done by abandoning Minamoto Tamako on the altar and running away.

Logically, as a mother-in-law, she should have firmly rebuked the unfaithful man at this moment—at any time, she would have had the confidence to scold Fushimi Shika—but now things are different, everything has changed.

Fushimi Shika became carefree.

Kujo took a deep breath, signaled the guards to bring live ammunition, and held up the phone to ask, "What are you doing in Minister Kato's office?"

"I had a long talk with Minister Kato late into the night," Fushimi Shika said.

"What do you want to talk about?" Kujo asked.

“I gave him five minutes to defend himself. I have to admit, he’s got some skills to get to the position of Minister of Criminal Investigation. I was almost convinced by him.”

Fushimi Shika sat in Kato Touma's seat, with his heels on the desk, a phone tucked between his shoulders, and nails being sharpened with a folding knife.

Kujo Yui reacted quickly. Instead of asking why he defended himself, she asked, "What was wrong with him that he couldn't persuade you?"

"I hate it when people hang up on me."

After saying that, Fushimi Shika hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Kujou Yui immediately sensed that something was wrong.

She personally led the guards to the building where Kato Touma lived and ordered them to impose a curfew. A group of people carrying riot shields rushed up the stairs and threw flashbangs into Kato Touma's office.

With a loud bang, a beam of light shot through the office doors and windows. The guard kicked open the door, rushed in with his gun, looked around, and saw no one else.

The attackers have escaped.

Kato Touma is still alive. He is tied to the sofa and covered in blood. On the wall behind him, the word "Divine Punishment" is written in blood.

As everyone gathered around, they discovered that Kato Touma's eyes had been gouged out.

On that rigid, wrinkled face, only two empty, bloody holes remained.

"I shouldn't have looked..."

"I know I was wrong..."

"I shouldn't have gone there to watch the spectacle..." Kato Touma repeated these words over and over in an almost wailing voice.

The guard felt a chill run down his spine, not understanding what those words meant.

Paramedics arrived quickly and gave Kato Toma an adrenaline injection and a blood transfusion before rushing him to the hospital for emergency treatment to prevent him from dying from excessive blood loss.

Kujo Yui knew what Kato Touma meant by what he said.

When Aum Shinrikyo sent out invitations, many people went to the island to see what was going on.

Kujo Yui knew perfectly well that going to the island would be tantamount to tacitly approving collusion with Aum Shinrikyo and becoming their protector—but as long as this secret wasn't exposed, everyone would just be sightseeing and watching the spectacle.

Whether there was collusion with cults, transfer of benefits, or abuse of power for personal gain is another matter.

This is precisely why investigating the nine individuals is extremely troublesome. It's like pulling out a radish with some mud along with it. Moreover, there's the issue of officials protecting each other. You can't condemn them all at once, nor can you investigate them one by one. So, it's better not to investigate at all.

The fact that Fushimi Shika didn't kill Kato Touma means that Kato Touma had no private dealings with the Aum Shinrikyo cult, and he probably just went to Cat Island for social engagements.

If you see something you shouldn't see, your eyes will be gouged out.

Kujou Yui's expression darkened slightly. She had also been to Cat Island and had also observed the trial game... Did this mean that, in Fushimi Shika's opinion, she should also have her eyes gouged out?

Ridiculous!

This matter is far too serious, and Kujo Yui cannot turn a blind eye under any circumstances.

She immediately convened a meeting, dragged her subordinates out of bed, and simultaneously issued a notice to officials, members of parliament, politicians, company presidents, and corporate executives—Tokyo has once again witnessed a lone wolf terrorist attack, which is even more dangerous than before.

At 1 a.m., Tokyo declared martial law again.

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room, officials of all ranks gathered. This was an emergency meeting; on their way there, they had already heard about the attack on the Minister of Criminal Investigation.

Kujo Yui sat at the head of the table, sipped her hot coffee, glanced around, and said:

"As you all probably already know, an hour or two ago, Minister Kato was attacked and his eyes were gouged out. There were also words of divine punishment written in blood at the scene."

"More than a month has passed, and Horie Kei's accomplices have not been caught yet. New videos are released every three days, just like popular TV programs, broadcast during prime time."

"The government has been dragging its feet on this issue, and public opinion has reached this point. Terrorist attacks are becoming more and more frequent. We must provide an explanation."

……

After a moment of silence, the Minister of Public Security asked, "Shouldn't the most urgent task be to apprehend the attackers?"

"If you arrest one, there will be another. Can you arrest everyone in Tokyo?" Kujo Yui said, "The attackers must be arrested, and the list of cat islanders must be investigated. Who is funding the cult, and who is protecting the cult? We must investigate thoroughly now and give the people an explanation!"

The group looked at each other, but no one responded.

Kujo Yui knew they would react this way; she had said the same thing more than a month ago.

"Everyone, I'm doing this for your own good. If any of you here were to die, things would become very difficult," Kujo Yui said sincerely.

The attendees responded with unwavering agreement, appearing respectful on the surface, but inwardly they remained unconvinced.

It was just a lone wolf attack. Even if he manages to escape tonight, he won't be able to escape tomorrow. He'll probably be caught soon, just like Horie Kei.

The meeting finalized the pursuit plan: increase the reward amount, publish the suspect's photo in various media, broadcast it continuously on TV and radio, and set up checkpoints and patrols at gas stations, train stations, bus stations, and other locations.

A two-day curfew was imposed in Tokyo, with a city-wide search and the Metropolitan Police Department's surveillance cameras deployed. Not even a fly could escape; they were determined to catch the attackers.

As one of the attendees, Kentaro Fuyuyama also felt tired and bored.

He was the head of the Publicity Section of the General Affairs Department, responsible for coordinating publicity. After the meeting, he was in charge of contacting media outlets such as television stations and newspapers to announce wanted notices and issue reward orders.

This job is not stressful, and it's even a bit boring.

Kentaro Fuyuyama yawned, and during the meeting, he looked down at his phone and texted, chatting with the head of the security department diagonally opposite him.

They like to go to the island to gamble during their vacations, and they even went to Cat Island two weeks ago.

Although it was in the eye of the storm at the time, Cat Island did not stop operating. Gamblers can't resist their addiction and always think about gambling a little for fun, so Kentaro Fuyuyama and his friends often went to gamble together. When they couldn't get away from work, they simply gambled online.

Did you watch the TV channel you subscribed to the day before yesterday?

"Watched it, very interesting. Number four was a surprise upset, I made a small profit."

"Oh, I bought number eight, what a pity."

"That guy who peed his pants in fear? wwwww"

"He claims to be a graduate of the University of Tokyo, and he seems very intelligent."

"Smart people don't participate in those kinds of competitions."

Nowadays, TV stations operate on a paid, password-based viewing model, but Cat Island's TV station operates on a membership system. Only by going to the island and obtaining a subscription password can one search and watch the TV station.

Kentaro Fuyuyama glanced at the head of the security department, who gave him a smug smile.

Damn it, why does this guy always bet right?
Does he have some inside information?

"Focus!" Kujou Yui shouted from the stage.

Kentaro Fuyuyama put away his phone, placed his hands on the table, and whispered, "Sorry."

When will this damn meeting end...?

"Therefore, we must comprehensively strengthen the search efforts and hope to pool our wisdom and efforts to apprehend the suspect as soon as possible..."

Kujo Yuimasa emphasized the action plan, and then with a soft snap, the conference room lights went out, the emergency lights came on, and the entire building was plunged into darkness.

power cut?
Kentaro Fuyuyama was secretly delighted. It would be great if the meeting could end early. He planned to go back to his department, give instructions, and then go home to watch a few rounds of gambling on TV. He was determined to win tonight.

Immediately afterwards, the conference room door opened.

A man burst in, the red light of the emergency light illuminating his face. Kentaro Fuyuyama recognized him as the man in the wanted poster photo!
Kujo Yui stood up, and without orders, the guards behind her rushed forward. The head of the security department drew his sidearm, ready to shoot the criminal immediately!
"take it easy."

Fushimi Shika opened his trench coat, revealing a fragmentation grenade hanging from the lining. The safety pin was off, and a ring was attached to the thread and looped around his thumb.

The guards froze in their tracks, and the head of the security department dared not pull the trigger; if the suspect's hand trembled even slightly, everyone in the conference room would die.

Director Kujo is right, this guy is a madman!

Fushimi Shika had a great time tonight; he hadn't been this happy in a long time since he started dating Minamoto Tamako.

"I'm just here to have a late-night chat with you all." He smiled sincerely.

(End of this chapter)