Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 820 - 496: The Mission of a Renowned Writer (Part 2)

But there was no way to make use of the current situation.

Like this, the two waited for over twenty minutes, without saying a word. The visiting room was exceptionally quiet, with only the static hum of the phone line.

Finally, Ishii Takamasa lifted his head, his expression nearly despairing, tinged with a trace of numbness.

He picked up the phone and asked Mori Na, "What do you want to say?"

"I believe Mr. Ishizuka is a good man. The newspapers reported the shooting case back then; everyone said you shot Sakurai Chizuru to avenge your daughter."

Mori Na pleaded softly, "You know the pain of losing loved ones. The Komura family... their parents are suffering the sa pain. If you’re not the real culprit, I hope you’ll tell us the truth."

Ishizuka Yoshio remained silent.

Mori Na also beca a bit anxious. She glanced at Kensaka Takataro, feeling a bit guilty since she was the one who asked for so ti for the other side, and now twenty minutes had passed without any gains. Mori Na couldn’t help but feel it was her responsibility.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nervously saying, "Mr. Ishizuka, I know you have difficulties that you can’t speak of. We just want to catch the real culprit. Any unspeakable matter will be kept secret!"

Ishizuka Yoshio finally reacted, "You promise?"

Mori Na nodded sincerely, her eyes widened, even her eyebrows tensed with effort.

Ishizuka Yoshio turned to look at Kensaka Takataro, who snatched the phone and said, "Lawyers have confidentiality obligations. As long as you disagree, today’s conversation won’t reach a fourth person’s ears."

He was making it up.

Ishizuka Yoshio was persuaded; he had no other choice, taking a deep breath, he revealed the secrets buried deep in his heart.

"Kawai is the daughter of the temple abbot. Every ti I went to worship, I would et her and always think of my own daughter, occasionally having a chat..."

"Later, I worked at the police academy for a long ti. Life was very dull, without any social interaction. At that ti, I always had a fire in my heart, wanting to do sothing for my daughter..."

"Until Kawai found . She said she encountered the killer of her brother and didn’t know what to do, so she wanted my opinion..."

"I just said... just said... do what you want to do..."

"She must have been very conflicted at the ti, which is why she asked to write a letter to Sakurai Chizuru and made deceive her good friends..."

"You know what happened afterward; Sakurai Chizuru was indeed shot by Nagono Kawai. She had her revenge and died because of it..."

"Yes, that night, I received a phone call explaining everything to . That person didn’t want Kawai to bear the charge of being a murderer and questioned why I didn’t stop her from the beginning..."

"To prevent Kawai from becoming the murderer she despised after her death, I chose to heed that person’s advice and voluntarily took on the bla..."

"Ultimately, this is what I deserved."

"I gave her the gun, I wrote the letter, I knew what Kawai was going to do and yet continually indulged her. I incited Kawai to kill and should be punished."

...

In the last ten minutes, Ishizuka Yoshio confessed everything he knew.

Mori Na was extraordinarily excited, jotting down notes nonstop on her notepad.

Unexpectedly, the inside story of the murder was far more complicated than she imagined. Two souls deeply mired in guilt and self-reproach t, ultimately leading to a ten-year-spanning revenge.

After the avenger died, the case only just began. The living bore the bla of the dead’s innocence, and the naless wrote the blood words of "Heavenly Punishnt" in pursuit of redemption.

For an instant, Mori Na could resonate with that. The guilt from the heavens should be borne by fate. The non-existent heavenly punishnt can genuinely ease the great terror between life and death.

Perhaps there is a deeper layer of aning, and there are so unresolved doubts, like where the fingerprint of the fourth person ca from and why the fourth person called Ishizuka Yoshio...

The story has reached its climax; could there still be a twist at the very end?

Mori Na got goosebumps; she hadn’t been this excited in a long ti.

Back when she read her first detective novel, she had the sa feeling. To this day, she thought she would no longer find that initial passion until she ca to attend this wedding...

Indeed, reality is far more exciting than novels!

Kensaka Takataro had no ti to worry about Mori Na. He quickly processed the information and hurriedly asked, "Who called you? Do you recognize them?"

He felt he was touching the core of the truth, just a step away from the grand prize.

Ishizuka Yoshio hesitated for a mont and said, "I don’t recognize them. The person pinched their voice and didn’t ntion their na, and I couldn’t tell who it was."

"Then who do you suspect it is?" Kensaka Takataro pressed on.

At this ti, the broadcast sounded a notification, informing everyone that the eting ti was over.

Kensaka Takataro slapped his hand on the glass window, anxiously asking, "Don’t go yet! Answer my question!"

Ishizuka Yoshio was already standing up. Seeing his persistence, he still voiced his suspicion:

"I think... um... it should be a student nad Fushimi Roku... he should have graduated by now."

Kensaka Takataro and Mori Na were both stunned.

The prison guard ca over and helped Ishizuka Yoshio. Kensaka Takataro shouted, "Why do you think so?! What detail aroused your suspicion? Say sothing, anything!"

Before hanging up, Ishizuka Yoshio’s last words were in the form of a question. It seed like he was asking them, but also like he was asking himself.

"Who else could it be?"

Indeed, who else but the groom would do sothing like that?

Mori Na’s scalp tingled; she had reached the ultimate plot twist, and the feeling was indescribable.

It was like reading a gripping novel with ups and downs, where the audience vaguely senses that there should be a major twist at the end—however, so novels have no twist, just a reasonable ending that leaves people unsatisfied; so novels have authors whose abilities are inadequate, and the plot twist is too far-fetched, making people sigh in regret.

But so top-tier novels leave clues from the very beginning, with foreshadowing running through the entire story, so blatantly laid out in front of the readers, yet never discovered until the end, when the author, with divine insight, adds the finishing touch, creating a plot twist that directly causes the reader’s mind to climax!

That was how Mori Na felt right now.

Kensaka Takataro took a while to hang up the phone, followed the prison guard’s guidance, and left with Mori Na.

The location of Hokkaido Prison was relatively remote, surrounded by deserted fields, with a road crossing in front of the main gate.

Kensaka Takataro lowered his head, took off his suit jacket, draped it over his shoulder, and walked along the road towards the tram station, hands in his pockets.

Mori Na followed behind him, jotting down all her thoughts, inspirations, and case details. She then asked, "Mr. Kensaka, what do you think? Do you think Mr. Fushimi is the real culprit?"

"There’s no real culprit; it was just writing sothing on the wall. The two killers have already died in the hall." Kensaka Takataro kicked a stone by the roadside, sighing deeply.

"Oh, that’s true!"

Mori Na finally realized, "If Mr. Fushimi really did it, then he must have lied for Miss Minamoto’s sake. If exposed, Miss Minamoto would be really hurt, right? After all, Kawai and Miss Minamoto agreed back then to beco police officers together... ah, it’s so moving, I’ll have to write such a plot later."

She muttered to herself for a while, and when she looked up, Kensaka Takataro had sped up his pace, widening the distance between them.

Mori Na hurriedly caught up and asked, "But there was a fourth person’s fingerprint at the scene, and the fingerprint from the evidence doesn’t match Mr. Fushimi’s, so the earlier inference shouldn’t hold, right?"

"Indeed, that’s true," Kensaka Takataro nodded, feeling a bit confused himself, "But the earlier inference was the most reasonable."

"That’s not necessarily true!" Mori Na’s eyebrows perked up proudly. She raised her hand to the sky, loudly reciting Sherlock Hols’ famous line: "When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth!"

"So?" Kensaka Takataro glanced sideways.

"Since there are still doubts, there must be truths hidden beneath the iceberg! We will definitely uncover it and give everyone an explanation!"

Mori Na wiped her nose with her thumb, stood tall and hands on her hips, proudly saying, "Finding an ending that satisfies everyone, that’s the mission of a great writer!"