Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 100 - 22 The Actor’s Self-Cultivation

Chapter 100: Chapter 22 The Actor’s Self-Cultivation

"Oh, that’s amazing..."

With Fushimi Roku’s enthusiastic response, Inakawa Yuuhi became more animated: "Of course! I have the complete set of first edition Police Story photos! Not only that, I even have a photo with Jack Cheng..." As he spoke, he pulled out a black and white photograph from his wallet and proudly displayed it: "Look! I wasn’t lying, was I? Not everyone gets to have a picture with Jack Cheng!"

Fushimi Roku looked at the young face in the photo and vaguely felt a sense of disorientation through time.

Inakawa Yuuhi continued, "I own two film distribution companies, but unfortunately, they’ve been just small-scale investments, nothing too significant..."

With a sly expression, Fushimi Roku said, "Don’t say that, Inakawa brother, you’re making progress step by step. Sooner or later, you’ll produce a classic that captivates the world. Besides, I think you have a talent for acting! Handsome and charismatic, if you put effort into learning screenwriting and directing, you might even become the next Jack Cheng!"

"Haha! I’m not fond of dealing with brownnosers, someone like you who loves to speak the truth is rare these days! You suit my taste! To be honest, I’ve been studying Alexander’s ’Directing Course’ lately, flipping through ’The Art of Screenwriting’ before bed, and of course, ’The Actor’s Self-cultivation’ is a book I frequently review..."

Fushimi Roku frequently nodded, occasionally ’discussing’ a few words with Inakawa Yuuhi. It was basically Inakawa Yuuhi putting on airs while he was tasked with being amazed, impressed, and pretending to be shocked.

The two chatted for more than half an hour, and with an unsatisfied expression, Inakawa Yuuhi couldn’t help but say: "Brother Fushimi, you’re really overqualified as a patrol police officer. Are you interested in working at my film company? Salary and benefits are negotiable; I always treat my people well."

Fushimi Roku feigned surprise and then squeezed out a bit of hesitation, saying, "To be honest, even before coming here, someone wanted to recruit me, offering quite a nice price. I heard the person is a shareholder of the bar upstairs and quite assertive in style..."

"Who?" Inakawa Yuuhi frowned.

Fushimi Roku took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over: "Ishii Takamasa, have you heard of him?"

Inakawa Yuuhi’s expression became strange. He took the card, examined it for a long time to confirm it wasn’t fake, and then said: "He’s the current president of the Inakawa Association, the Second-generation leader... How did you respond to him?"

"I said I would consider it," Fushimi Roku replied.

Seeing Inakawa Yuuhi silent, Fushimi Roku continued to muse: "I really didn’t expect him to be the current president of the Inakawa Association... You must know him well, Inakawa brother? What kind of person do you think he is?"

"Are you planning to work for him?" Inakawa Yuuhi countered.

"Still considering. As an old Chinese saying goes, ’A fine bird chooses a tree to nest in,’" Fushimi Roku said with a smile: "Rest assured, inappropriate interview content will be removed."

Inakawa Yuuhi lightly tapped the business card on the low table with his fingers. A proud smile of a spoiled brat lingered on his face, but his gaze had become slightly cold: "President Ishii is very capable, straightforward, has great authority in the syndicate, and I respect him a lot."

"Is that so? But my impression of Mr. Ishii isn’t that great... when I first met him, he was fooling around with two girls in the restroom..."

Before Fushimi Roku could finish, Inakawa Yuuhi slammed the table, pointing at his nose warning: "If I hear you slandering President Ishii again, don’t blame me for cutting out your tongue."

"Don’t get worked up, I was just speaking casually."

Fushimi Roku soothed him for a couple of sentences and then changed the subject to continue the interrogation. The two chatted about various things, such as the current relationship between the Inakawa Association and the Yamaguchi Group, whether the syndicate’s income had increased this year, and how many times the Young Master could have a fling with a model in one night... By the end, when they compared notes, Inakawa Yuuhi couldn’t help but ask: "Why is all of it nonsense?"

"Because I think brother Yuuhi is not very suspicious. When Mr. Inakawa died, brother Yuuhi’s grief was genuine."

With that, Fushimi Roku lowered his head to help transcribe the notes, casually signing his name in the corner: "The interrogation ends here. On a side note, from the perspective of the victim’s family, who does brother Yuuhi think is the most suspicious?"

"The person outside with all the fuss is the most suspicious," Inakawa Yuuhi said without hesitation.

"Hmm, I will seriously consider your suggestion," Fushimi Roku nodded and said.

"Aren’t you curious why?" Inakawa Yuuhi asked.

"I’m indeed curious, why do you think so, brother Yuuhi?" Fushimi Roku followed up smoothly.

Inakawa Yuuhi glanced at Kazama Tatsuya, leaned forward, and Fushimi Roku leaned in immediately. The two exchanged whispers. Inakawa Yuuhi lowered his voice and said: "Lately, the syndicate has been investigating moles, and the boss suspects Kaga Keido is the handler."

"So?" Fushimi Roku began to feign ignorance.

Helpless, Inakawa Yuuhi didn’t take the bait, he stopped talking, leaned back, and after a brief moment of eye contact with Fushimi Roku, signed his name on both copies of the notes, taking one with him as he left.

Kazama Tatsuya’s hand was almost sore from writing, and he felt Fushimi Roku was purely wasting time: "What’s the point of jotting down so much nonsense? There’s nothing of value."

Fushimi Roku turned around, displeased, and said: "Can’t you understand such obvious cues? When I say ’interrogation ends here,’ it means ’the interrogation officially begins.’ You should have played the bad cop, so he’d say more useful things."

"Then why didn’t you say it beforehand?" Kazama Tatsuya asked.

"Interrogation requires adaptability, didn’t you notice? This guy is as hard to deal with as the others," Fushimi Roku said while carefully reviewing the notes.

"Isn’t he just a fool?" Kazama Tatsuya scoffed.

Put this kind of person in a detention room, and within two hours, he could get them to confess even the color of their mother’s undies.

"When I was eating melon... uh, no, observing, I could clearly see—hearing about Inakawa Sejo’s death, his look of shock and grief was genuinely emotional; but during the interrogation, with his father’s body right there, he was smiling, flaunting celebrity photos, and could chatter nonsense with me for half an hour."

Saying this, Fushimi Roku raised his head and glanced at Kazama Tatsuya: "Such extreme changes in emotion, one face must be fake, right? To act to this extent, can you still call him a fool?"

Kazama Tatsuya vaguely realized that this guy might be even more adept at interrogation, engaging in verbal and facial grappling with the prey—because the interrogated were simultaneously prey and hunters.

"Even if he’s hiding, we’re still coming up empty-handed, aren’t we?" Kazama Tatsuya was getting impatient.

If only he could use the Great Memory Recovery Technique, he used to tackle cases without all these twists and turns.

"Who says? This is a great start, I’m on a roll here," Fushimi Roku grinned wider, put away the notes, pushed aside the screen, and said: "We don’t need you for note-taking for the next one. You’re dismissed, Senior Feng."

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