Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 795 - 483: The Fifth Victim

Ordinariness is actually a kind of quality.

No matter what kind of person, there will always be distinctive personalities.

Their personalities will manifest on their faces. As the saying goes, appearance reflects the heart. People who like to get angry will have vertical wrinkles on their foreheads, more pronounced nasolabial folds; those who love to laugh have more developed apple muscles, making their smiles more rounded; crybabies have very long eyelashes, making their eyes look pitiful...

Additionally, there’s the aura generated by body language. Confident people always gesticulate more broadly, speak more forcefully; those with low self-esteem tend to cringe, like to hunch their shoulders; admirers of strength always stand askew, leaning towards others.

Every feature of Horie Kei’s face is very ordinary, eyebrows neither thick nor thin, eyes neither big nor small, nose bridge neither high nor low, lips neither thin nor thick, face shape neither long nor short - on the whole, when you look closer, he appears a bit handso.

This is also one reason why Fushimi Roku forgot last night that Horie Kei is also a handso guy because Horie Kei’s handsoness is really unobvious.

In the world, there truly exist people who are appealingly attractive, these people’s looks are generally referred to as average faces, sowhat like Zeng Xiaoxian, neither ugly nor handso. But Zeng Xiaoxian is comical in appearance, so he’s not absolutely average.

If the appearance value of all Japan had a clear number, then Horie Kei would probably be right on the absolute average line.

It’s not just his appearance, his stature, aura, voice, and body language are the sa. The only feature is his skin tone is relatively pale, but this feature can be completely covered up by wearing clothes and a hat.

Standing in a crowd, it’s like becoming invisible.

Watanabe Shun widened his eyes, looked for a long ti, but still couldn’t find a figure, feeling like playing a spot-the-difference ga; Kazama Tatsuya need not be ntioned, he only has one eye, his vision isn’t as good as others, making the search more difficult.

Luckily, Minamoto Tamako has sharp senses, her eyesight has always been good, after a few observations back and forth, she finally found Horie Kei in the crowd.

"Over there!" She pointed at Horie Kei and shouted.

"Where?" Moriyama Yasurou couldn’t see.

"That man wearing a suit." Minamoto Tamako hastily unzipped the sleeping bag.

"The street is full of office workers in suits." Watanabe Shun reminded, "Try describing his features."

Minamoto Tamako stumbled, not knowing how to describe, because Horie Kei seed to have no features at all.

Kazama Tatsuya promptly redied, "Don’t listen to him, directly report the position!"

"One o’clock direction, pedestrian path near the streetlight post!" Minamoto Tamako imdiately said.

Everyone shifted their gaze and finally found Horie Kei on the bustling street. The latter walked at a moderate pace, holding a tea egg for breakfast, eating as he walked.

"Quick, quick, quick! Switch people to follow!" Minamoto Tamako urged.

Moriyama Yasurou had already followed him last night, it was inconvenient to follow again or it would increase the risk of exposure. Kazama Tatsuya was also not suitable to follow, he was a strange middle-aged man with one eye and one arm, if he followed others, he would definitely be discovered.

Eventually, Watanabe Shun took on this glorious mission. Before he set off, Minamoto Tamako encouraged him, "Co on! If this case is cracked, you might have a chance to return to the Police Departnt!"

Watanabe Shun felt a surge of motivation, he was actually dissatisfied with the verdict for soliciting prostitutes.

This kind of thing is at most misconduct, although illegal it’s not a cri, as for sentencing probation? Aren’t there other seniors who have solicited prostitutes, didn’t they just receive a derit punishnt? Who would directly dismiss soone?

It’s all because of those inexplicable reports in the newspapers, ruining the current environnt. That judge also wasn’t professional, obviously biased, unfair verdict, no wonder he was stabbed to death...

Um, co to think of it, those who went against him seed to have died.

As Watanabe Shun got off the car, this suddenly occurred to him, and as he walked, he recalled, it really seed to be the case.

Ever since he returned to Tokyo from Hokkaido, his life hasn’t been smooth, but it’s been fulfilling and interesting. The most important thing is, those he hated seed to have accidents after a while.

Could it be that I am blessed by the heavens?

While Watanabe Shun’s mind wandered, he followed Horie Kei from not too far nor too close a distance. He tailed him all the way, watching as Horie Kei entered a convenience store, changed into his uniform, and began his day’s work.

Nothing happened.

The van quietly moved to diagonally opposite the convenience store, Watanabe Shun boarded from the back to et them. He yawned and said, "I feel like he doesn’t seem like a bad person, we might be wasting our ti..."

"If you don’t want to do it, you can leave." Kazama Tatsuya imdiately interrupted, to prevent this guy from disrupting the morale.

Moriyama Yasurou agreed, "I also think he doesn’t look like so serial killer. He looks too ordinary. Serial killers more or less have so quirks, their gaze is also cold, but he doesn’t have that kind of special aura."

Minamoto Tamako actually thought the sa, having been a criminal police officer for a long ti makes one good at judging people. She turned to Kazama Tatsuya to inquire about this veteran officer’s opinion, "Senior Kazama, what do you think?"

Kazama Tatsuya hesitated for a mont, spoke the truth, "He indeed doesn’t look like it."

Back then, he could tell at a glance what kind of person Fushimi Roku was, even without evidence or clues, just by the look in his eyes, he could determine Fushimi Roku was the mastermind behind the shooting case, his experience was nothing short of rich.

But experience is just experience after all, tis have changed, the experience of coercing confessions isn’t sothing to be showcased anymore.

Minamoto Tamako bit her thumb, pondered for a mont, then suddenly took out a pink flip phone, called the station to ask if there had been any murder cases recently, and got a negative response, she was imdiately relieved.