Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 65: The Soft Persimmon Delivered to the Door

Minamoto Tamako wanted to refute, but despite not being able to prove the conclusion, it couldn’t be disproved either. She felt as uncomfortable as having a bloated stomach.

What kind of reasoning is this? Who reasons like this? First, subjectively guess a truth, and then find evidence to fit the truth? That’s too odd!

Fushimi Roku could tell what she was thinking from her expression, but he couldn’t be bothered to point it out, and continued, "Following this line of thought to guess further, we can roughly restore what happened that day."

"Eh?" Minamoto Tamako thought to herself, is it really possible to restore it just like that?

"Yesterday at noon, soone broke into the woman’s room, and it’s unclear what happened in between. Anyway, that person fired a shot and kidnapped the child from the woman’s room. The woman, in order to protect her child, shouted ’Give back, give back,’ and chased all the way to the rooftop. Then, what happened afterward is unknown, but the end result is the woman fell off the building and the child disappeared... So she wandered around the corridor, probably to find her child."

Fushimi Roku paused, then continued, "It’s not over yet, the residents most likely witnessed the whole process of the intruder taking the child and refused to help the woman. If we think about the worst-case scenario, perhaps they were all accomplices which is why they, feeling guilty, placed salt and talismans at their doorsteps."

Minamoto Tamako was dumbfounded by what she heard; she couldn’t hold back and asked while holding a bowl of ran, "Anyone would be scared if they saw a ghostly figure in the apartnt building, right? How does using salt and talismans imply guilt?"

"Let ask you, who would be afraid of ghosts?"

Fushimi Roku wiped his mouth. Although he wasn’t full, he didn’t want to indulge himself further with the bland ran.

"Uh... everyone would be afraid, right?" Minamoto Tamako didn’t notice him wasting food.

"If Kawai ca back to find you, would you be afraid of her? If you saw a deceased relative, would you worry they might harm you?" Fushimi Roku squinted and asked.

Minamoto Tamako thought for a mont, even if she was a bit timid, seeing Kawai in a dream at midnight wouldn’t really scare her... She shook her head cluelessly and asked, "But what does this an?"

"Didn’t Yasukawa Seiji say? ’A few residents with good intentions helped the woman settle in the apartnt building,’ if the residents had a good relationship with that woman, they should have called the police when they saw her fall, not placed salt and talismans at their doors, fearing she’d co looking for them."

Fushimi Roku concluded, "Listen carefully, there are only two types of people who fear ghosts in this world: the first type are those sheltered, who have never experienced life and death separations, and the second type are those who already have a guilty conscience. The more wrongdoing one does, the more they revere ghosts and gods."

Minamoto Tamako felt like she had just picked up another little trick to understand people’s hearts. If it were in an ani, her experience bar for Super Cold Reading Skill would probably be soaring.

Now she could use cold reading to determine whether Fushimi was lying. If she continued learning like this secretly, she would eventually beco a master at reading people!

Hmm hmm hmm, Fushimi would definitely not expect that his talents and skills are being secretly learned by . As long as I quietly work hard, one day I will make Fushimi awe-struck!

Minamoto Tamako happily slurped her ran, her soft and tender cheeks puffed up. She chewed a couple of tis and suddenly realized sothing, quickly looking up and asking, "Wait a minute—if what you’re saying is true, doesn’t that an a child is in danger right now?"

"I lean more towards the child already having been hard," Fushimi Roku shrugged, "After all, we didn’t hear any crying while patrolling last night... If we’re being optimistic, we could think the child has been taken away."

Minamoto Tamako sprang up as if a spring was fixed on her backside. She dropped her chopsticks and couldn’t bother eating anymore, pulled out two thousand yen from her pocket, slamd it on the table, and gestured to the owner that no change was needed: "Why didn’t you ntion such an important thing last night? The golden rescue hour is within 24 hours; now’s not the ti to leisurely eat ran! Quick, quick, quick! Go to the police station and report it!"

"How do you report it? There’s neither a victim nor a report, not even a corpse; the criminal police surely won’t bother, and even prosecutors wouldn’t be interested in such cases. That’s why Japan remains amongst the top in the world for missing persons year after year..."

Minamoto Tamako was tired of hearing his middle-aged-man-style complaints about social injustice, wasn’t their job to change the injustice? Instead of whining here, they should take so practical action!

"Even if the criminal police don’t take it, we still have to go to the police station to request a search warrant! That woman’s ho must have clues. Now there’s a child whose whereabouts are unknown, we must race against ti!"

Having said that, Minamoto Tamako grabbed him and started running.

The police station wasn’t far, but on these narrow streets, it consud more ti instead. The two ran all the way to the station entrance, Minamoto Tamako was so tired she was gasping for breath, thinking no wonder the patrol police in TV dramas ride bicycles. She decided she’d buy one when she got paid.

Fushimi Roku appeared relaxed, he had already used the two attribute points gained at Great Snow Mountain to upgrade his speed attribute from C to B—C to B only needed two points, but upgrading from B to A required 20 attribute points, just like the experience bar in rogue gas that exponentially increases.

As Minamoto Tamako was about to enter the door, he leisurely remarked, "It’s useless. Even if you write a petition to the judge requesting a search warrant, it will surely be denied. There’s no evidence, no casualties, not even a complainant, how could a judge approve that?"

"As long as the criminal police departnt files a case, they’ll definitely find clues!" Minamoto Tamako couldn’t care less; human lives were at stake; she transford into a fearless warrior pressing forward relentlessly.

But she quickly ran into a barrier nad reality.

If it was just the criminal police refusing, that was fine; at worst, they’d send the case back to have it handled by the police station. The problem lay in the Toyota District Police Station’s investigation division—they had encountered them—yes, it was the batch of officers from Haneda Airport dealing with the scar-faced man who had a deep impression of Fushimi and Minamoto Tamako from that day.

"Ah la la, aren’t these the two new famous detective patrol policen? Found a new case again? Who’s the complainant? Is there a deceased? There must be clues, right? Nothing at all, how to open a case like that?"

The one speaking was Yamaguchi Takashi, a police inspector from the investigation division. It was career-sha to be refuted by the little girl patrol police in front and forced to abandon recording statents by so pretty boy’s threat at the airport.

Minamoto Tamako tried to appeal emotionally, "But, but, a child is facing a life-threatening situation—"

"Are you kidding !!" Yamaguchi Takashi slamd the table, the tea on it vibrated like a small fountain, he scolded harshly, "Do you think the police station is like a vegetable market? Just take your word and open a case?! Since when does a little patrol officer get to overrule superiors? Don’t look down on us!!"

The other officers joined in, originally under great pressure in the investigations division, how could they easily let go of such a rare opportunity to vent.

The patrol police working at the East Sugamo Police Station were all the useless of the useless, without connections or abilities, sent to work in such a ghostly place only because of that. Kazama Tatsuya, an elite criminal police officer with a 100% case-solving rate, after being demoted and transferred there, turned into neither human nor ghost within less than a year, akin to being exiled in ancient tis.

"A soft target delivered, might as well pinch as much as you can!" Yamaguchi Takashi’s thoughts at this mont were shared by the other officers.