Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 823 - 498: The Fifth Day

Kensaka Takataro understood what he ant.

The first shooting incident didn’t have a perpetrator; the so-called Heavenly Punishnt was rely an explanation for the living. The second massacre, however, was deserved by the deceased; the Heavenly Punishnt was true to its na...

Presumably, the third and fourth cases were the sa.

If the perpetrator was the groom, once they exposed the truth, this wedding certainly wouldn’t proceed.

They received the bonus, celebrating; but Minamoto Tamako would be heartbroken because of it, Kawai’s death would be tainted, Ishizuka Yoshio’s atonent would beco aningless, and Taira Sakurako and Yasukawa Seiji might be caught in the whirlpool again...

Mori Na stood at the apartnt door, pondering for a long ti, gradually realizing it too.

If getting ten million cos at the expense of innocent people’s suffering, she’d rather not have it.

She couldn’t help but look at Mr. Kensaka, whose expression was equally heavy.

"Well, what should we do?" Mori Na asked.

"What do you an, what to do? A detective has only one mission: once accepting a commission, no matter what, they must uncover the truth," Kensaka Takataro’s tone was very stern.

Despite her reluctance, Mori Na asked with concern, "Then what about Miss Minamoto? She seems to love Mr. Fushimi very much and has decided to quit her job after marriage..."

"What’s it got to do with us? We barely spoke to them, and Miss Minamoto commissioned us to investigate the case. How to handle the truth is her own business. Even taking a thousand steps back, fabricating evidence, intentional murder, and intentional injury, which of these isn’t a cri? If you do sothing wrong, you should be legally punished; there’s no excuse to avoid the law and judge others."

Kensaka Takataro had this very clear in his mind; his empathy wasn’t that overwhelming yet.

Mori Na was sowhat defiant: "Then if I give you a twenty-five million bonus, would you still tell the truth?"

"Do you have twenty-five million?" Kensaka Takataro retorted.

"I don’t have it now, but..."

"Then there’s nothing to say." Kensaka Takataro turned around and left; he planned to go to the Nakagawara Police Station to find connections and get the original files of the massacre case.

Mori Na hurriedly caught up, angrily saying, "You’re just after money!"

"Yes, I admit, I am after money. I think there’s nothing to be ashad of."

Kensaka Takataro shrugged, his stiff expression gradually becoming indifferent: "I’ve accepted loads of these commissions; wives asking to investigate their husbands’ affairs, fathers wanting to verify sons’ parentage, brothers asking to investigate brothers stealing money... If I wasn’t after money, why would I investigate these? Don’t the parties have the right to know?"

"This..." Mori Na was stumped.

"I’m not like you, who earns large sums just by typing away," Kensaka Takataro said.

"Writing novels is hard work too, okay!" Mori Na retorted.

Kensaka Takataro made a dismissive gesture, indicating it wasn’t the point. He hailed another taxi to Nakagawara Police Station. Mori Na was angry but still paid the fare.

All the way, Mori Na was thinking: such a wonderful story must have a perfect ending—she didn’t want the story to end in regret.

Is there a way to make everyone happy?

At the police station, Mori Na was still pondering this. Kensaka Takataro spoke with the officer, but she didn’t hear a single punctuation mark, her mind consud with how to satisfy everyone.

A thousand people can have a thousand truths...

Then what does the truth in my eyes look like?

Mori Na vaguely grasped the thread but felt a layer of veil; no matter what, it seed unsatisfactory.

Before she could co back to her senses, Kensaka Takataro suddenly got into an argunt with the officer. Both parties were shouting loudly, and two more officers ca over to handcuff Kensaka Takataro and Mori Na together.

"I’ve already said! I don’t know anything about the videotape! We aren’t reporters probing about the Cat Island incident!"

Even though Kensaka Takataro kept defending himself, the two were still thrown into the detention room, accused of obstructing official duties, requiring soone to bail them out.

Mori Na finally ca to her senses, grasping the detention cell bars and shouting, "I’m a writer! I’m Utada Risa! This is a misunderstanding!"

Unfortunately, no one paid attention.

Kensaka Takataro stood beside her, also gripping the bars, and shouted, "I want a lawyer! I have the right to make a call!"

This ti, the Criminal Police finally reacted.

Four officers opened the detention room, shackled them, and took them separately into two interrogation rooms.

Mori Na felt bewildered, not knowing how things had turned out this way.

She sat in the iron chair, waiting for soone to explain, growing increasingly anxious, wanting badly to confide in soone.

anwhile, Kensaka Takataro wasn’t receiving such good treatnt.

He sat in the interrogation room for half an hour, expecting two middle-aged n.

One of them wasn’t in a police uniform, wearing a simple suit and pants, with an aura suggesting he was an officer at the Police Chief level; the other appeared to be the head of the Criminal Departnt, a badge pinned to his chest.

They sat down and introduced themselves: the forr was nad Takeda Kengo, Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt Criminal Superintendent; the latter was Kinosaki Shoujin, Criminal Departnt Head from Nakagawara Police Station.

Kensaka Takataro assud they could sit and talk peacefully, but Kinosaki Shoujin suddenly asked bluntly, "What is your relationship with Horie Kei?"

"What relationship? I don’t know this person at all!" Kensaka Takataro attempted to clear his na.

Kinosaki Shoujin refused to give up and continued to interrogate Kensaka Takataro, urging him to surrender the truth.

Kensaka Takataro gradually understood; he rembered reading in the newspaper about a madman who attempted to assassinate an official and would also leave behind [Heavenly Punishnt] related blood writings on site.