Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 825 - 499: The Famous Writer Mori Na Makes Her Entra

The two rushed out of the police station, and Sakakita Taro hailed a cab to buy tickets for the next available flight.

Mori Na suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute! I have sothing very important to do!"

"At a ti like this..."

Sakakita Taro was about to stop her, but Mori Na had already jumped into the taxi, tapped the driver’s shoulder, gave the address, and left with a phrase ’Wait here for .’

What’s going on?!

Sakakita Taro didn’t have enough money in his pocket, so he could only sit in a ran shop across from the police station, waiting anxiously.

More than an hour later, Mori Na returned. When Sakakita Taro asked where she had been, she wouldn’t say, just calling it a ’secret.’

Probably went for so personal matter.

Sakakita Taro didn’t think much of it and urged her to buy the tickets, hoping they could make it before noon.

Today was the last day before the deadline for solving the case.

Maybe soone’s already submitted the answer, claid the prize, and it all ended in vain...

Or maybe the wedding ended early, everyone already left, and despite the rush, they were still too late...

The entire way, Sakakita Taro was anxious, growing more nervous as they neared their destination.

But ti waits for no one, and he had no ti to hesitate, focusing only on getting there quickly.

The two of them made constant transfers, rushing back to Hokkaido as fast as they could, and finally, the taxi pulled up in front of Hokkaido Police Academy in the evening.

As he unbuckled his seatbelt, Sakakita Taro took a deep breath.

"Are you really going to say it?" Mori Na asked.

"Of course." Sakakita Taro pushed open the car door.

"Good luck!" Mori Na gave a gesture of encouragent.

Sakakita Taro was slightly surprised; Mori Na didn’t try to stop him at the last minute. It seed she knew the difference between right and wrong.

It was about ti, everything should have a conclusion.

Sakakita Taro got out of the car, adjusted his trench coat, and hurried towards the hall, pushing the doors open.

The mont the doors opened, all the guests turned their heads to look at Sakakita Taro.

They knowingly gathered here on the last day, the novelists awaiting the story’s end, the famous detectives showing off their skills to claim the prize, revealing their own deductions.

The groom and bride waited on stage, like figurines in the background.

No need for the newlyweds to speak, the critical novelists turned into judges, pointing out the flaws in the detectives’ deductions one by one.

They were good partners a few days ago, but today they argued fiercely, spitting words at each other.

Everyone argued from morning till evening, none provided crucial evidence, and none had deductions convincing enough for all.

As evening approached, staff started setting up for the groom and bride’s vow ceremony.

The detectives were exhausted, finally getting one or two deductions accepted by the novelists, but Minamoto Tamako swiftly dismissed them:

"There’s no such tool, and there are no traces of candles lting at the scene..."

"An interesting idea, but there’s no water traces from lted ice, and though it’s raining outside, it’s dry inside the hall..."

"It sounds like a clever trick, and the alibi is perfect, but what’s her motive for murder? What’s the connection to the Sugamo Apartnt massacre..."

As night fell, the audience was silent.

Seeing the bride’s disappointed face, they felt inexplicable sha and guilt.

Until the door was pushed open.

Sakakita Taro, under everyone’s gaze, walked briskly down the aisle to the center of the hall.

"It’s not over yet? Has anyone deduced it?"

"No? Then that’s great... Sorry, I an no offense..."

"Let share my deductions."

Sakakita Taro took a deep breath, then explained his deductions in order,

from the fourth person’s fingerprint to the mysterious midnight call; from Nagono Kawai’s old resentnt to Ishizuka Yoshio’s suspicion; from the ghostly figure at the Sugamo Apartnt to the flaw in the alibi...

Everything was explained, all pointing towards the groom.

This ti, no novelists rebutted, Minamoto Tamako’s eyes widened. The hall was silent save for Sakakita Taro’s voice.

Until the end, Sakakita Taro briefly summarized the last two murders, took a deep breath, and with trembling hands, lit a cigarette for himself:

"Above is my deduction."

Everyone looked at Minamoto Tamako, and Minamoto Tamako looked at Fushimi Roku.

When Mori Na found out these results, she had an internal climax, unable to contain her excitent. The rest of the novelists felt the sa, including the detectives; they all watched the newlyweds, eager to see what would happen next.

Would the groom reveal his true face? Laugh manically like a villain exposed...

Or maybe kneel and beg for his fiancée’s forgiveness? Perhaps the groom had a reason, and the bride might forgive...

"Full of errors." Fushimi Roku said blandly.

His expression unchanged, no different from the initial wedding speech.

No matter how Sakakita Taro accused him, he remained indifferent, as if Sakakita Taro’s claims had nothing to do with him.

"May I ask where the errors are?" Sakakita Taro exhaled smoke.

Fushimi Roku removed the microphone, gave it a casual tap, checking for volu, then strolled forward, saying, "As everyone knows, the validity of deduction hinges most on the logic chain. If there’s a paradox in the logic chain, then the so-called deduction doesn’t hold... Am I wrong?"

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