Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 87: The Airplane-Head Killer, Watanabe Shun
"On the wall at the crime scene, the murderer left the bloody words 'Heaven's Punishment'..."

"This brutal case has caused strange reactions among some special groups. Local violent gang members, punk men and women, and bad street teenagers seem to regard the murderer as some kind of spiritual totem..."

“They talked about the bloody words ‘divine punishment’ written on the wall by the murderer with great relish, as if they had found the so-called ‘rebellious spirit’ and ‘unruly symbol’ in this crazy act…”

"These groups began to spread distorted interpretations of the case on the streets, and some even imitated the murderer's behavior and graffitied similar words on some abandoned buildings in an attempt to show their "rebellion" and "uniqueness"."

"The police said they are doing their best to crack the case. They not only want to bring the murderer to justice, but also control and guide those groups that have been negatively influenced and have extreme behavior tendencies. This kind of glorification of violence and crime is not desirable. The public should jointly resist this distorted value system and maintain social harmony and peace..."

……

The report was written in a rather official style and did not bear the reporter's signature.

Before some important news is published, it will go through multiple content sorting and selection processes at department and editorial meetings. The reporter's name will be removed to maximize the newspaper's position and views and erase the reporter's personal color.

Fushimi Shika knew without a second thought that this report was most likely written by Yazaki Momo. It mentioned that the patrol officers in front of Sugamo Station "diligently performed their duties", and that the tragedy occurred because of the negligence of some detectives.

The Tokyo Criminal Newspaper where she worked was the mouthpiece of the Metropolitan Police Department, so it was naturally forbidden to slander, make groundless accusations, or exaggerate supernatural stories. The entire report did not mention the victim or the progress of the case. On the one hand, it whitewashed the criminal police department, while on the other hand, it criticized the "improper morals" of the Sugamo District, which was purely a diversion of contradictions.

"Well, we are commended." Watanabe Shun was very proud.

Moriki Yalan glanced at him and said, "What does this have to do with you? This is all due to Yuan Yuzi's work. Fushimi-kun also worked hard. You are the only one who is causing trouble for the team."

Watanabe Shun was no longer happy.

Feng Jiantuo put down his wine glass and attacked with another blow:

"To be honest, you were lucky to be released. The guy you beat was a Yakuza, so you were barely under emergency arrest. All the residents who testified against you were dead, and no one was charged, so the prosecutors gave up the appeal. Of course, internal punishment is inevitable, and the director will deduct two months' salary from you."

Watanabe Shun stammered for a long time, unable to refute.

It seems that as a senior, he still has a long way to go if he wants to become a role model for the younger generation...

Gen Yuzi subconsciously said, "By that token, wouldn't Senior Watanabe be the biggest beneficiary of the Sugamo Apartment Massacre?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the office fell into silence, with only the gurgling sound of the oden being heard.

Everyone looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to Watanabe Shun.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Senmu Yalan slammed the table and laughed so hard that her body shook and tears came out of her eyes.

Fengjian Takusai couldn't help laughing, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched out. He continued to tease Yuan Yuzi, "Indeed, Jun had a physical conflict with the deceased, so he is a big suspect no matter how you look at it!"

“Hahahahaha! I can’t take it anymore. Stop talking. I’m dying of laughter…”

Morimu Yalan suddenly stopped smiling and put on a ferocious expression: "I am the serial killer Watanabe Shun! Please call me the Crew Hair Killer!" After saying that, she laughed at herself and held her stomach, shaking back and forth.

Fushimi Shika smiled without saying a word and put the freshly grilled Wagyu beef into his bowl.

Gen Tamako realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized to Senior Watanabe.

Watanabe Shun looked depressed and waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

I don't know whether the director and the boss trust his character too much, or they look down on his deterrent power from the bottom of their hearts... Watanabe Shun vaguely feels that the latter is more likely, otherwise they wouldn't be laughing so happily.

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and the office was filled with a happy atmosphere.

The alcohol was intoxicating and the timing was right. After the old seniors had laughed at Watanabe Shun, they started to laugh at Gen Tamako.

This guy had a crew cut while eating. When five people sat down, her head was the only one that stood out. It was swaying, and it was hard not to notice it. Everyone else could see that Yuan Yuzi's self-confidence was seriously hit and she was deeply hurt. She needed to make up for it with her appearance. If she was told the truth, she would definitely be frustrated again, and she might even be unable to recover.

This is just like the emperor's new clothes. Whoever exposes it will be an unforgivable sinner.

Except for Watanabe Shun, the other three kept their eyes on each other. No one mentioned the hairstyle, and they didn't dare to look at Minamoto Tamako directly, for fear of bursting into laughter. Occasionally, their eyes met, Moriki Malan and Kazama Takuya would glance at each other obscurely, signaling Fushimi Shika to remind her. The latter kept pretending to be dumb and pretended not to see it.

Now that he finally had the chance to speak the truth under the influence of alcohol, Takusai Kazama took the lead in charging forward. He used his abdomen to squeeze his chest and burped, indicating that he was already drunk. All he said afterwards was drunken talk: "By the way, Tamako, why did you want to have a crew cut?"

Yuan Yuzi noticed that something was wrong and immediately became nervous. She put down her chopsticks and stammered, "Because I want to look more imposing..."

"Well, how should I put it? Generally, no girl has a crew cut, right?" Fengjian Takusai turned to ask Moriki Yalan, trying to drag her into the issue as well: "Right? Director, would you have a crew cut?"

"I don't know." Senmu Yalan lowered her head and pretended to continue reading the newspaper.

"Could it be that this hairstyle is ridiculous?" Yuan Yuzi also burped, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

In fact, she also felt something was wrong without anyone reminding her, but she was so eager to prove herself that she started to lie to herself.

"No! Of course not, it's actually quite impressive..."

In his heart, Takusai Kazama cursed Watanabe Shun a thousand times, then he slowed down his tone and said, "But then again, this hairstyle is not very convenient for wearing a police hat, right? Patrolmen are different from criminal policemen, and they need to wear police hats when on duty."

"Okay, that seems to be the case." said Gen Yuzi.

"Right? So it's better to keep a normal hairstyle." Kazama Takusai breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll go wash off the hairspray..."

As he spoke, Yuan Yuzi stood up, but suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Fushimi Shika was quick-witted and grabbed her, pinched her little face and turned her around, only to find that this girl was already drunk like a monkey's ass.

He was planning to ask the director to help with the aftermath, but when he turned around, he saw that Kazama Takusai and Moriki Yalan both had a look of "it's none of my business" on their faces, and were obviously planning to imitate him and act stupid.

Fushimi Shika was silent for a moment and sighed. He had almost finished eating anyway, so he helped Yuan Yuzi upstairs, intending to help her wash off the hairspray and throw her on the bed.

Once someone leaves, it means the dinner is over. The other three have almost finished their meals and each of them leaves. Watanabe Shun is left behind to clean up the dishes.

In the dead of night, the sound of water splashing could be faintly heard from the second floor.

Watanabe Shun was wiping the table diligently, still thinking about the director's mockery of him. That old lady really had a bad temper. Maybe she was in menopause, so she liked to make fun of others...

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

There was a knock at the door.

Watanabe Shun cursed his bad luck. He wiped his hands, put on his police uniform, not even bothering to put on his police hat, and walked to the front hall and opened the door.

There were two bald strong men standing outside, wearing cheap blue jackets, with a large tattoo on the back of their heads. Watanabe Shun asked them what they wanted, whether they wanted to ask for directions or report a crime. The two looked at each other, and one of them asked, "Excuse me, is Watanabe Shun here?"

"It's me, what's wrong?" asked Watanabe Shun.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two bald men attacked him from both sides. One of them hit him in the abdomen with an uppercut, and the other stuffed a wet rag into his mouth. Before he could struggle, he smelled a strong smell of ether, and his vision suddenly spun.

The two put him in a sack and carried him into a van parked on the roadside. The driver stepped on the accelerator and sped away. The whole process took less than a minute.

(End of this chapter)