Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 64 Can She Fly?
"I have heard about the views you instilled in my daughter through small games in the painting class. I have also read the records of you going into the interrogation room after Kawai's death. I also know clearly about the incident in which the tire was punctured during the graduation exam, which trapped the teachers and students of Class A in the snowy mountains..."

The sound of an alarm clock outside the door interrupted my mumbling in my sleep.

Fushimi Lu took off his blindfold, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling of the dormitory, and wondered why he had such a strange dream.

Why did I repeat the conversation I had this morning in my dream? Did I subconsciously have feelings for the older wealthy woman? Or was I worried about something else?
Before he could figure it out, there was another piercing alarm sound outside the door. Fushimi Shika could no longer bear it, so he got up in his cotton slippers and banged on Yuan Yuzi's door.

After a while, the alarm stopped ringing. I guess it was because Yuan Yuzi woke up. There was a sound of footsteps in the room. Yuan Yuzi opened the door sleepily, rubbed her eyes and said, "Good morning, Fushimi-san."

The pajamas she was wearing were loose and had a pattern of the Lion King on them. The neckline drooped, revealing her delicate white collarbone. Her chest was not flat, but had a slight undulation. Others had a ravine, but hers had a gentle blunt angle.

"Do you know what time it is now?" Fushimi Shika asked with a gloomy face.

Yuan Yuzi looked back at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, and she would have to go to work in three hours.

"Three, three o'clock...what's wrong?"

"Did you know that the international standard for adults to get eight hours of sleep a day? If you pull an all-nighter, you need to sleep two more hours to make up for your brain!"

Fushimi Lu went to bed at seven o'clock this morning and slept for exactly eight hours. He originally planned to get up at five o'clock and sleep for ten hours.

After questioning, he learned that Yuan Yuzi went to bed at nine in the morning and slept for only six hours in total. He immediately put on a serious face and criticized: "It is because of insufficient sleep that you have delayed development! If you continue like this, it will affect your brain's thinking ability. Sooner or later, you will become a fool. How can you be a famous police officer and detective?"

Yuan Yuzi argued, "I usually go to bed early and get up early, okay? Who is developmentally retarded? I, I just haven't reached my growth spurt yet! Sooner or later, I will grow taller than you!"

She was now fully awake and continued, "I woke up early to investigate the ghost incident in the apartment. Who knew the room was so poorly soundproofed!"

When talking about the ghost incident in the apartment, Fushimi Shika thought of his transfer plan again.

He weighed the pros and cons between taking a nap and investigating the case for a long time. The angel and the devil appeared again and argued endlessly. In the end, it was Yuan Yuzi who helped him make a decision: "Since you are awake, why not come with me to investigate. With all the members of the reasoning team, we will definitely be able to solve the mystery in one fell swoop!"

"alright."

"Huh? You actually agreed... Could it be that you were whipped by the God of Reasoning in your dream?" Yuan Yuzi was surprised.

No, your mother made a pie in the sky for me, and now I am just a stupid donkey chasing carrots. Fushimi Lu laughed at himself in his heart.

He ignored Yuan Yuzi and went straight back to his room to change clothes.

Yuan Yuzi vaguely felt that Fushimi Shika was a little strange, as if he was hiding something from her. But thinking that they could solve the case together, she didn't care about it and went back to her room to wash up excitedly.

The two men changed into police uniforms, and before leaving, Fushimi Shika did not forget to punch in for work, just to get some more overtime pay.

Originally, Gen Tamako was embarrassed to take advantage of the police, but after some persuasion from Fushimi Shika, she felt that her investigation of the ghost case was also work and she deserved overtime pay... She had already made up her mind that once she got her salary, she would not ask her family for money, and from now on she would be the self-reliant patrol officer Gen Tamako!
Kazama Takusai was lying in the first floor office to catch up on his sleep. When Gen Tamako left, she was very careful and closed the door very softly, fearing that she would wake up her senior. This was mainly because she felt a little guilty and felt like a scab who clocked in early.

How can you work on an empty stomach? The two found a ramen restaurant and sat down, planning to have a 'breakfast' to fill their stomachs before going to investigate the apartment building. "Well, since you plan to join, you should at least tell me what clues you found, right?"

While waiting for ramen, Gen Tamako asked Fushimi Shika again.

She was still upset about the suspense that Fushimi Shika had kept. If she hadn't been writing a letter to her mother and had no time to think about it, she would have figured out what Fushimi Shika meant with her reasoning ability.

"There are no clues, it's all guesswork."

Fushimi Shika took a piece of the complimentary side dish from the store, pickled radish and kelp, and thought it didn't taste very good. He thought it would be nice if there was a kitchen in the dormitory, so he could cook whatever he wanted in the future. He couldn't treat his stomach badly.

"Then tell me your guess."

Gen Tamako now does not dare to accuse Fushimi Shika of making random guesses based on subjective conjectures. This guy guesses very accurately every time. It feels like a worm in someone else's stomach. Any attempt to do something bad will not escape his eyes.

If only she could have such an accurate intuition, and could tell what the criminal was thinking at a glance... Who could guess what the criminal was thinking? Fushimi-san was indeed gifted.

Fushimi Shika held up two fingers: "First of all, we can be sure that there are only two truths that Seiji Yasukawa said: First, the crazy woman jumped off the building; second, there is a child living in the crazy woman's room."

"How do you know?" Yuan Yuzi asked subconsciously.

"intuition."

Fushimi Shika noticed yesterday that Seiji Yasukawa's bad habit was "peeping". All the Noh masks were hung on the wall on the left side of the room, and that side happened to be where the crazy woman lived. So he guessed what Seiji Yasukawa saw when he was peeping, which led him to say "there is a child's laughter next door".

"Ok."

Yuan Yuzi pouted. It was not a pleasant feeling that his hard work was not as good as the inspiration of the talented monster.

The ramen shop owner brought the pork bone ramen to the table. Fushimi Shika slurped the noodles and said, "If she jumped from the building, why didn't any of the residents see the body? Even if the murderer disposed of the body afterwards, there couldn't be no witnesses, right? So the only possibility is that the woman jumped from the building but didn't die."

"How is this possible? Could she fly?"

Yuan Yuzi's eyes widened and she forgot to chew the noodles in her mouth.

"How is it impossible? In TV dramas, people can grab branches when jumping off cliffs. Can't she fall on the air conditioner outdoor unit when jumping off a building?" As he said this, Fushimi Shika took a sip of the noodle soup and felt that the soup base was just average. His mood became even worse.

Yuan Yuzi wanted to say, "This is all your subjective speculation," but remembering the lesson given by Fushimi Shika last time, after hesitating for a moment, she decided to shut up.

"The same goes for disappearing from the corridor. The woman climbed over the railing and jumped directly into the corridor on the next floor. That's why Senior Watanabe didn't see anyone coming towards him."

Fushimi Shika just casually stated the answer to the riddle he had guessed, as if it were an established fact.

(End of this chapter)