Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 67: The posthumous work of a genius

Once the Criminal Police Department opens a case, it is no longer a small-scale private investigation.

Yamaguchi Takashi applied for a search warrant from the judge on the grounds of searching for missing persons. That night, a cordon was set up at the apartment building, and Seiji Yasukawa was taken to the police station for tea. The police officers went door to door to take statements. At the strong request of Yazaki Momo, Fushimi Kakashi and Minako Minako were temporarily transferred to work with Yamaguchi Takashi on the case.

When the forensic officer was unlocking the door, Yamaguchi Ryuichi stretched out his arms, put his hands on his waist, raised his head and scolded: "Listen carefully, you two newcomers, don't get in the way, don't hold me back, and keep quiet after entering the scene, understand?"

"Yes!" Yuan Yuzi stood at attention and saluted.

Fushimi Shika just thought that Yamaguchi Takashi was talking nonsense. He and Yamaguchi Takashi were not in the same department and he had no intention of getting promoted, so there was no need for him to care about the other person's face.

He winked at Yazaki Momo, who immediately understood. The two walked to the corner of the corridor one after the other. After making sure that no one was around, Yazaki Momo took out a cigarette box from her pocket and tapped out the filter tip expertly: "Want a cigarette? Nanahoshi, you don't mind, do you?"

"No, I don't smoke." Fushimi Shika has never developed the bad habit of smoking in this life, and he doesn't intend to become a heavy smoker again.

Yazaki Momo didn't mind. She held the cigarette between her lips and lit it with a metal lighter. After taking a deep breath, she blew smoke rings at Fushimi Shika: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to ask you for some information." Fushimi Shika didn't blink.

Yazaki Momo leaned her shoulders against the wall and said, "You ask first. I'll tell you what I can tell you, and I can give you a price for what I can't tell you."

"Are there any patrol stations in Japan where the crime rate is high but the patrol police are very idle?" Fushimi Shika knew that this question was stupid, but he still wanted to ask it.

"You might as well ask if there are any good wives and mothers in Kabukicho," said Momo Yazaki.

"Okay, then just pretend I didn't ask..."

"Wait," Yazaki Momo pulled out a bent business card from her chest. "Are you interested in being my informant? If you encounter any interesting cases, you can always call me. If your story is published in the newspaper, I will pay you a handsome sum."

Fushimi Shika took the business card, which still had body temperature on it. He glanced down and put it in his pocket, neither agreeing nor refusing.

The two of them understood each other tacitly and stopped talking.

When they returned to their original position, the forensic officer had just unlocked the door. Yamaguchi Takashi took the lead, put on a hood, gloves and shoe covers, and walked into the house.

The tip of Yuan Yuzi's small nose twitched slightly. She didn't smell any rotten smell or blood, but instead smelled a strange smell that was similar to heather. She couldn't help but frowned.

Why would anyone put heather in a room? What a strange habit...

The smell was not strong, and no one else noticed it. Yamaguchi Takashi flipped the chandelier switch, but there was no response, so he turned on the flashlight and scanned the area.

The room was not big, only about 10 square meters, and it was in a mess. The lamp was broken, the small wooden table with a missing leg was tilted on the ground, a few books were scattered on the tatami, and a few broken and bent tiles were placed in the corner.

There was very little furniture inside, only a yellowed cloth and a cupboard with a photo hanging on it. Yuan Yuzi leaned over, turned on the flashlight, and looked at the strange photo.

It was very narrow and should have been a family portrait, but the mother's face was cut off, leaving only a body holding a baby in her arms; the father's entire body was cut off, leaving only an arm resting on his wife's shoulder.

How could a good family be broken apart... Thinking of this, Yuan Yuzi felt a little sad and became more and more worried about the missing child.

Yamaguchi Takashi noticed the wooden stick in the corner. He thought that this straight stick might be the murder weapon, so he asked the forensic officer to take it back for identification.

"It's not the murder weapon." Yuan Yuzi suddenly said. After seeing the situation in the house, she deduced a lot of useful information. But with only the clues she had, she still couldn't find the whereabouts of the crazy woman and the child.

Yamaguchi Takashi was insulted in public, and he became even more unhappy: "Didn't I tell you to shut up? You—"

"I'm so sorry!" Yuan Yuzi interrupted.

She once again entered the flow state of investigating the case. With human lives at stake, she no longer cared about honor or disgrace. "There is a child whose life or death is unknown. The situation is urgent. I really don't have time to investigate slowly. Please step aside for a while and let me try to reconstruct the scene with a profile."

"Huh?! What's all this nonsense? Who is your superior? Ask him to talk to me!"

Yamaguchi Takashi didn't think that Gen Tamako was causing trouble. He had already seen at the airport that this little girl was really capable. He was afraid that Gen Tamako would really deduce some clues and steal the credit from the investigation department, making the entire Toyota Police Department lose face.

Fushimi Shika interrupted at the right time and lied that Yazaki Momo wanted to do a small interview with Yamaguchi Takashi and also interview other police officers about their experience in handling cases. After hearing this, Yazaki Momo understood and took the initiative to cooperate, taking out a pen and paper and getting ready for an interview.

"It's up to you, future detective."

He sent all the police officers out, and flattered Yuan Yuzi, urging her, "Finish the work quickly and get off work early."

"Leave it to me." Yuan Yuzi's face was tense.

She propped the flashlight on the cupboard, lighting up most of the room.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yuan Yuzi slowly closed her eyes and cleared her mind of all distracting thoughts. Her self-consciousness seemed to sink into the cold seabed, getting deeper and deeper, and more and more quiet. All the information was quickly integrated in her subconscious mind, and reconstructed in her mind almost like self-hypnosis.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was reconstructed into an independent world, and she was the master of this world. Time flowed backwards under her will, and she saw the low table with missing legs stand up again, and the books scattered on the ground were stacked up again and placed under the low table; she saw the wooden stick across the window sill and the cupboard, and under the rotation of the sun and the moon, the wooden stick left a groove in the cupboard and the window... Time was getting faster and faster, moving rapidly on an axis.

With a crisp sound, Yuan Yuzi turned her head. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, time returned to the starting point, and someone pushed open the door.

"From today on, this is our home," said the girl.

This was the first time that Yuan Yuzi saw a real person during the profiling process. The girl looked only about seven or eight years old, with pigtails and many freckles on her face. She walked into the hut holding the hand of a woman in a white dress.

Gen Yuzi stood beside the two of them, like an invisible ghost.

In her eyes, it all seemed so real.

The face of the woman in the white dress was blurry. This was the norm when Yuan Yuzi was profiling someone. She couldn't see the specific person.

But this girl has a clear face and a specific voice.

Time accelerated again, and the two people's actions were like a stop-motion animation, flashing quickly like a ghost. Finally, time stopped at one night. The girl stood on the low table. She had just reached out and scraped the wall paint on the ceiling. She lowered her head and said, "Open your eyes."

Yuan Yuzi woke up from the profile, with a stream of blood flowing from her nose. But she didn't bother to wipe it off, but raised her head in a daze.

The ceiling was covered with uneven scratches and spots. Yuan Yuzi held up the flashlight and tilted it at a certain angle. The light and shadow on the wall painted two exquisite human faces, one large and one small.

——That is the posthumous work left by a genius.

(End of this chapter)