Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 196 - 117 What Kind of Person Do You Want to Be?

Watanabe Shun was very dissatisfied. Why could the boss resign but he couldn’t? He said whatever ca to mind, which greatly enraged Kazama Tatsuya. Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, Minamoto Tamako hurriedly intervened, saying, "Don’t fight! Don’t fight! Since it’s all for each other’s benefit, let’s calmly have a good chat!"

Fushimi Roku glanced sideways, thinking that wasn’t what you said when you argued with Mom.

"I have nothing to say to this idiot." Kazama Tatsuya shuffled a bit, distancing himself from Watanabe Shun, and leaned on the other side of the sofa.

Watanabe Shun imdiately felt abandoned, his heart chilled. Jun empathized with his discomfort and barked loudly at Kazama Tatsuya.

Even so, Watanabe Shun didn’t sulk and say he wanted to break off with the boss. He always spoke straight, saying whatever ca to mind: "How are you supposed to investigate like this? If sothing happens to you, a cripple in Hokkaido, what then?"

The word ’cripple’ struck a nerve with Kazama Tatsuya.

He was blind in one eye, had lost an arm, his body disabled, so there was surely a knot in his heart. Now, having lost his iron rice bowl, no pension, and after being backstabbed in succession by his wife and daughter, who both passed away, an ordinary person would have already gone to the rooftop of the Sugamo Apartnt to jump.

The fact that Kazama Tatsuya could still eat and socialize normally was already testant to his extraordinary ntal resilience; even a stone man would comnd him as solid as a rock. Not to ntion, his Will attribute was surely A .

But no matter how strong he was, there would be tis when he’d break down.

For example, right now, Kazama Tatsuya grabbed Watanabe Shun by the collar, angrily shouting: "Who are you calling a cripple? Do you really think you’re sothing special? Stop looking down on people!"

"I’m not looking down on the boss! I’m just stating a fact!" Watanabe Shun felt wronged.

Kazama Tatsuya swung his arm, intending to slap Watanabe Shun across the face, to prove that even with one hand, he could still beat him. But just as his arm swung mid-air, Fushimi Roku grabbed it, causing himself to slide forward in his wheelchair and crash into the coffee table.

The living room suddenly beca quiet, the four of them looking at each other.

"Ugh! My legs!" Fushimi Roku exaggeratedly scread in pain.

"Stop pretending, you haven’t even taken off your cast." Kazama Tatsuya’s brow furrowed into a frown. He took out a pack of cigarettes but rembered Minamoto Tamako didn’t like the sll, so he simply got up to leave: "I’ll head back to rest. Preparing to leave for Hokkaido tomorrow."

With that, he put a cigarette in his mouth and walked straight across the living room, lighting it in the hallway. Watanabe Shun quickly followed, and to prevent Jun from escaping, he closed the door behind him.

Through the door, Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako could hear the fierce argunts from the hallway. They were clearly fired up, their tongue-clicking sounds like the Yakuza, and the entire building could hear them cursing each other.

"Should we go and diate?" Minamoto Tamako stood up, ready to step out.

Fushimi Roku held her back, advising her to stay calm, saying n don’t take quarrels to heart, and in a while, the two would be on good terms again, no need to worry too much.

"Don’t mind them, we have more important things to discuss."

Saying so, Fushimi Roku flipped through the forensics report copy, checking for omissions to ensure nothing was overlooked: "After the patrol police received the anonymous videotape, how did they handle it?"

"They reported it to the police station."

Minamoto Tamako sat in a chair, her buttocks restless like a spinning top. The shouting outside the door was incessant, making her quite anxious, thinking if it attracted the apartnt manager to evict them, that would not be good.

"And then?" Fushimi Roku pressed on.

"Then I asked the forensics officer to help identify and analyze..."

"None of that matters, the point is how did the investigation departnt handle it? Did they file a case? Did they set up a search unit?" Fushimi Roku closed the copy, unable to identify any valuable clues.

"Uh, no. The director said it was a prank, so there was no investigation or case filing."

At the ntion of this, Minamoto Tamako pouted unhappily. She had always had so minor issues with the Feng Island Police Station, feeling that the officers in the criminal departnt weren’t very responsible. Little did she know that after joining, her stereotype was not only confird but was just the tip of the iceberg.

At that ti, she eagerly approached the director about discovering new leads in the Heavenly Punishnt case, scaring the director into wanting to cover her mouth like a precious child, repeatedly emphasizing it was just a prank.

Whether it was a massacre case, a falling case, or a riot incident, they were all closed, the prosecutor had already appealed, and the court had issued judgnts, talking about reopening the cases at this point would be embarrassing for the police, prosecutors, and the court—even if Kujo Yua ca in person, it wouldn’t help, let alone Minamoto Tamako?

These things couldn’t be stated openly, leading to Minamoto Tamako’s extre dissatisfaction, feeling that the director and the detectives were irresponsible... Strictly speaking, her view was indeed not wrong, as the detectives responsible for the cases back then were indeed not thorough.

"So what do you plan to do?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"Sa as before, investigating in secret," Minamoto Tamako picked up a small cake, saying seriously: "I suspect there’s a mole in the police, maybe the real culprit of Heavenly Punishnt is hidden within the Police Departnt."

"Why do you say that?" Fushimi Roku also picked up a small cake.

"I just figured it out. The person who sent the tape to the station’s patrol wasn’t trying to report, but to send a ssage to the ’Heavenly Punishnt’ themselves, which ans that guy is hiding inside the police, and the sender was sure they could see it and convey a ’threat’, that’s why they did it."

Minamoto Tamako paused, supplenting: "Otherwise, why not send the tape directly to the Heavenly Punishnt’s residence? Or to a newspaper or broadcast station? Sending it to the police, aren’t they worried that the Heavenly Punishnt won’t see it? If they can’t, what’s the point of sending the tape?"

After explaining her analysis, as usual, she looked up and asked, "Mr. Fushimi, what do you think?"

Fushimi Roku had already eaten more than half of the small cake, pondering for a mont before nodding and saying, "Makes sense, as expected of a future famous detective and police chief."

Even though Fushimi Roku often praised her like this, Minamoto Tamako still blushed upon hearing it. She said ’oh, not at all’ embarrassedly, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, curiously asking: "Speaking of which, Mr. Fushimi seems to have never ntioned his own dreams... what kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

"Ah... well..."

Fushimi Roku finished the last bit of cake, biting the fork, looking contemplative: "Let’s keep it a secret for now."

"Eh? That’s too sneaky! I already told you my dream!" Minamoto Tamako tugged his arm, shaking it back and forth: "How can partners keep secrets from each other? Just tell !"