Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 810 - 491: Wedding (Part 2)

At the last sentence, Minamoto Tamako felt a bit guilty, her voice lowered.

It seed there was no room for discussion. Kujo Mutsumi slowly lay down, sighing a long turbid breath, and said, "In that case, solve the case within seven days."

"Eh?" Minamoto Tamako’s first reaction was that her grandfather had beco muddled.

Kujo Mutsumi closed his eyes: "Give a list of nas and an address. The Kujo Family will gather everyone within two days and set up the venue... Then you will have five days to solve the case. If five days aren’t enough, I’ll try my best to hold on a few more days."

As he spoke, he coughed violently a few more tis.

Minamoto Tamako patted Kujo Mutsumi’s chest to help him breathe smoothly. She noticed that when her grandfather said these words, he no longer referred to himself as ’I’ or ’Grandpa’ but instead said ’Kujo Family’.

"There’s no need, Grandpa. Just rest and recover..."

Kujo Mutsumi interrupted loudly, "This is my only wish before I die! Do you want to die with regrets?"

Minamoto Tamako was stunned. She hadn’t reacted yet when Kujo Mutsumi started coughing again, like he was about to cough himself to death.

"Sorry, I couldn’t control my emotions just now... Grandpa has never begged anyone, and this ti, it’s really Grandpa begging you..."

Kujo Mutsumi said so.

Fushimi Roku knelt on one knee watching coldly, finding not a single genuine punctuation in these short sentences.

What was the only last wish... Wasn’t one ntioned just now? Wasn’t the first wish to see Minamoto Tamako?

And what was that about ’emotions out of control’... Haha, the emotions were clearly managed just right, making Minamoto Tamako almost cry, holding her grandfather’s hand and repeatedly saying ’I promise you’.

As for ’Grandpa has never begged anyone’, tut-tut, how did Kujo Mutsumi beg him back then?

Oh right, he even knelt down in supplication.

Fushimi Roku muttered in his heart, looking at Kujo Mutsumi with increasing dissatisfaction.

Kujo Mutsumi could sense that there was a ’burning’ gaze beside him, staring at him closely. He quickly changed the subject, saying, "In that case, put on the wedding ring then."

Only then did Minamoto Tamako rember that Mr. Deer was about to put on a wedding ring.

She turned around, her face flushed, and stretched out her hand, saying, "I do."

Fushimi Roku held the wedding ring, holding her ring finger, his palm slightly sweaty. The ring slipped smoothly over her finger, like the two hearts had signed a contract of undying loyalty.

In the normal process, they would now embrace passionately, kiss, celebrate loudly, and thank each other.

But with Kujo Mutsumi still lying beside them, doing these things seed inappropriate.

So Minamoto Tamako just held his hand, helped him stand up, trying to hold back a laugh but couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at him.

Ti waits for no one, even if they wanted to linger, Kujo Mutsumi wouldn’t give the opportunity.

He unintentionally urged, "When can you write the list and address? I feel like I don’t have much ti left..."

The heart rate monitor beeped, as if counting down Kujo Mutsumi’s life.

Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt a rush of urgency. She was racing against Death, needing to fulfill Grandpa’s last wish, solve the Heavenly Punishnt murder case, and marry Fushimi Roku before Death arrived!

The very next second, her grandfather might not hold on, every second had to be seized!

Minamoto Tamako pulled a small white notebook from the pocket lining of her suit, sothing she always carried with her: "I already wrote the list long ago, and I’ve also planned the site, everything’s in this notebook!"

No girl wouldn’t fantasize about her wedding.

Minamoto Tamako was no exception.

To prevent any eventualities, afraid of forgetting sothing at the critical mont, she secretly jotted it down in the notebook. Every ti she heard about or saw a famous detective, she would add a na to her little white notebook—originally used to keep grudges, but later beca unnecessary, so she turned it into a wedding planning book.

Kujo Mutsumi called in the butler, instructing him to proceed as in the notebook and heavily emphasized ’using all resources’, ’must be completed within two days’, ’no matter what ans are used’... Minamoto Tamako added, "It must be legal."

The butler looked at Kujo Mutsumi, who blinked, and the butler understood, rushing off to handle it.

Minamoto Tamako wanted to help; it’s only natural for the bride to oversee her own wedding. She rode along with the butler to the venue, stating her requirents on the way:

"Find a criminal police officer who moonlights as a priest, so that when we catch the culprit, we can also have soone to officiate the wedding..."

"It would be best to find a smokeless pipe, a prop that can blow out white mist without tobacco, but it’s not a must..."

"Oh right, all investigative tools must be complete, bring out all the files of the Heavenly Punishnt case. Additionally, build three life-sized reconstructions of the cri scenes outside the chapel..."

...

Fushimi Roku rode to the chapel, listening to Minamoto Tamako chatter in the front seat, feeling a vague sense of anxiety.

Could this be what’s known as pre-wedding jitters?

Upon arriving at the wedding venue, the sense of unease intensified.

Fushimi Roku originally thought Minamoto Tamako would choose a romantic place for the wedding, like an expensive cathedral, or on Hawaii Island...

The car drove all the way into Hokkaido Police Academy, finally stopping in front of a small red chapel.

Indeed, Minamoto Tamako insisted on marrying here, and solving the Heavenly Punishnt murder case here.

Fushimi Roku scratched his head, hands on hips, watching Minamoto Tamako gesturing at the butler, talking a mile a minute.

If they got caught before the wedding, then none of this would matter, right?

Fushimi Roku sucked his teeth, moving closer to eavesdrop, curious about whom Minamoto Tamako planned to invite to crack the case, knowing the enemy as well as oneself was key to victory.

"Although Mr. Yokomizo Seishi is retired, if we can invite him to comnt on the case... Ah! And Mr. Ayatsuji Yukito, that chanical locked room thod in ’The Clockwork Mansion’ was interesting..."

"And absolutely invite Mr. Matsuboto Seisaku, he’s skilled in ti tricks..."

Fushimi Roku gradually relaxed while listening, thinking that the world is full of diocrities, after all, not expecting them to stir up much trouble.

"There are also famous detectives Kensaka Takataro, Kosaka Renzaburo, Tsuboi Michiaki, Aoshima Harano..."

Minamoto Tamako recited a list of nas, familiar to her but strange to Fushimi Roku.

A sense of foreboding crept back into Fushimi Roku, realizing these weren’t re novelists, but genuinely accomplished detectives who had solved significant cases. He asked the butler discreetly, who confird most were forr criminal police officers who turned into detectives post-retirent.

A single culprit, facing all of Japan’s famous detectives.

Fushimi Roku felt his scalp starting to itch again.

For the next two days, Minamoto Tamako and the Kujo Family were kept busy.

To fulfill the requirents from the little white notebook, the Kujo Family deployed seven private jets, rented more than a dozen helicopters, and sent special envoys to persuade the ’guests’ to participate.

To save ti, they pre-wrote communication templates and emailed the guests to avoid appearing too abrupt when visiting them in person.

This was a deduction competition gathering all of Japan’s famous detectives. The winner, solving the serial murders, could win a multi-million-dollar prize—this title alone made all mystery writers eager to join. They even abandoned their deadlines to self-fund their way there.

But the Kujo Family considered traveling by car too slow, so they flew most guests over.

The detectives had varied attitudes; so feared ruining their reputation, which could negatively impact their future business. Still, the Kujo Family offered an irresistible appearance fee, making detectives motivated by money readily agree.

Those detectives who enjoyed solving cases would beco interested upon hearing about a murder puzzle, also flying in quickly to the chapel.

anwhile, the construction team worked overti, building reconstructed cri scenes beside the chapel. Three prop teams worked around the clock, with only 48 hours to spare, and even eating and bathroom breaks beca a luxury.

Minamoto Tamako wanted to invite family and friends, but unfortunately, her mother was unavailable, Sister Yalan couldn’t leave her affairs, and even her juniors Ayaka and Saeko seed to have encountered difficulties, their tone low when called, so Minamoto Tamako couldn’t insist further.

Despite slight imperfections, Minamoto Tamako didn’t mind.

Life rarely achieves complete satisfaction, but as long as the wedding can take place as imagined and the Heavenly Punishnt murder case is successfully solved, she would be content.

After two continuous days of work, everyone on the list had arrived, and everything was ready.