Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 101 - 23 Unlucky

Chapter 101: Chapter 23 Unlucky

The third person to be interrogated was Kaga Keido.

Before starting the interrogation, Fushimi Roku followed his usual habit, wrote four small paper balls, shuffled them, then clasped his hands together and started to chant: "Oh heavenly spirits, all you immortals, reveal your spirits, Namo Amitabha Buddha, may Allah protect me, Yatha ahu vairyo, Amen..."

He casually picked one, unfolded it, and it read "greasy middle-aged man".

"Alright, it’s you."

Fushimi Roku put the paper away and called Kaga Keido in.

The two sat facing each other, with Fushimi Roku putting on an impartial judge’s demeanor, just missing a gavel on the low table to smack down and make the suspect confess truthfully with a loud crack.

"Ahem, Mr. Fushimi..."

Kaga Keido hadn’t finished speaking when Fushimi Roku sternly recorded on the paper without looking up and interrupted, "Call me the presenter."

"..."

Kaga Keido thought to himself, is this guy out of his mind? Does he really see himself as a judge? Won’t he still be just a small patrol police officer when we leave? How dare he talk to a superior with this tone?

Even when a petty person gains power, they wouldn’t show it this quickly, right?

Current circumstances were unfavorable, and the Inakawa Association’s people hadn’t made a sound, so it wouldn’t be wise for him to flip out either. He had to bear it and said patiently, "Uh, presenter, may I ask if the interrogation has started?"

"It has started."

Fushimi Roku put down his pen and said, "Introduce yourself then."

"Is that necessary? Don’t you know me?" Kaga Keido hinted at him with his words, "Didn’t we meet at the meeting before?"

"Not really familiar." Fushimi Roku shook his head.

"I’m warning you, don’t push it too far..."

"Noted, refusing to cooperate," Fushimi Roku began to jot down, "bad attitude, possibly guilty conscience."

"What guilty conscience? Words shouldn’t be carelessly spoken, don’t forget you are also a policeman!" Kaga Keido knocked on the table with his knuckles, "Can you show some respect when speaking to a superior?"

"We’re not in the same system, you can’t control me."

After saying this, Fushimi Roku continued the interrogation, "Since you don’t want to answer, we’ll skip that for now. Next question, who do you think is the most suspicious among those present?"

"How can you ask like that? Without investigating the scene, letting the suspect make random accusations, what did you learn at police school?" Kaga Keido’s face grew increasingly sullen.

Fushimi Roku remained unfazed, treating his threat as a fart, and continued nonsensically writing on the paper, "Okay, again refused to answer, noted... Next question, do you know all the gang members present?"

Kaga Keido took a deep breath, telling himself to stay calm.

Everyone here was smart enough and rational, temporarily stabilizing the situation under mutual compromise. Sitting in his position, one had to set aside personal emotions and prioritize the overall situation.

He restrained his anger, answering the questions expressionlessly.

He knew the members of the gang present mostly, and gave a brief introduction:

Inakawa Yuuhi and Sazaki Gen needed no elaboration, the other middle-aged man who proposed investigating the murder case was named Oouchi Kenichi, the vice-president; and the small buzz-cut at the far left who remained silent was a Chinese named Zhao Chunshu.

Fushimi Roku was slightly surprised, he showed considerable interest in the last person, so Kaga Keido elaborated on his background—the person was labor captured from Jin Men who broke from the labor identity after the war and mixed with Korean Wanderer and Treasure Island Gang.

At that time, Inakawa Sejo was the only outlier among Japanese gangs, as he didn’t exclude outsiders, didn’t engage in militarism, and didn’t discriminate against remnants of other nations. Therefore, Zhao Chunshu was introduced by the Korean Wanderer Ando Shu and gradually rose up under Inakawa Sejo.

It’s said that Inakawa Sejo even once considered Zhao Chunshu to be transitional for the second generation, but the latter declined, so the power-holder Ishii Takamasa succeeded instead.

Apart from these four, the rest were just underlings. Even the bald man with the gun didn’t count, he was only Inakawa Sejo’s attack dog.

After listening, Fushimi Roku organized the information in his mind, then put down his ballpoint pen. He interlocked his fingers and leaned forward, asking: "Do you have anything to say about Inakawa Sejo’s death?"

"It wasn’t me." Kaga Keido said with a cold face.

"I know, we came here together, right? You were sitting next to me, of course, it wasn’t you." Fushimi Roku smiled again, with blatant malice: "But there’s one thing I’m quite curious about, why did you come to see Sazaki Gen today?"

"I came to investigate the Sugamo Apartment massacre, so I visited the Inakawa Association, specifically to record Sazaki Gen, who seemed most suspicious." Kaga Keido answered methodically.

"Oh! Then why did you come in person? Generally speaking, the assistant police chief is not required to run to the scene personally, right? Your work is to oversee investigation direction, review case progress, direct personnel deployment... Why did you come alone to the Inakawa Association branch for a private talk with a gang cadre?"

"To take a statement." Kaga Keido corrected.

"However you say it, I deduce that one of the four people present is an undercover planted by the police, and you are the undercover liaison officer," Fushimi Roku said increasingly aggressively: "Inakawa Yuuhi is Inakawa Sejo’s biological son, it’s impossible for him to be persuaded by you to defect. Among the remaining three, one was ordered by the police to poison Inakawa Sejo, accomplishing an assassination."

"We weren’t supposed to be there, Inakawa Sejo’s meeting with us was a sudden matter. As the arrow was fitted to the string, it had to be released, the undercover, in accordance with the original plan, poisoned the president, which made Inakawa Yuuhi suspicious, which is why he angrily accused ’Who else but you few bastards’, ’Kill them all, avenge my father’ at that time..."

"Only one person present instinctively referred to this assassination as a ’murder case’, first guessed that the wine might be poisoned, and suggested solving the case would find the real culprit... I’m not suspecting that he knew beforehand about the poison in the wine but that his way of thinking resembles a criminal police officer."

"Exactly, I’m talking about Oouchi Kenichi, he’s the police’s undercover agent, right?" Fushimi Roku said decisively.

Silence fell behind the screen, the erotic painting on it seemed to stare at the two.

"Rubbish." Kaga Keido sneered.

Tsk, guessed wrong.

Fushimi Roku saw his expression and knew Oouchi Kenichi was the wrong option; but fortunately, he also confirmed that the so-called "police undercover" wasn’t completely fictional from Kaga Keido’s expression—Minamoto Tamako’s cold reading technique that he yearned for, he really knew a bit about it.

After all, it was a Lv7 "Negotiation and Debate" skill he had from his previous life, the value could be imagined.

’Next time such a situation arises, let Minamoto Tamako draw...’

He sighed in his heart, still maintaining a calm demeanor as he said: "Alright, I was just teasing you earlier, the real undercover is Sazaki Gen, you came to see him not for recording statements but for a clandestine meeting to transfer information."

"Are you going to guess one by one like this?"

After Kaga Keido spoke, he realized this statement indirectly acknowledged the existence of an undercover. He couldn’t help it, as he was indeed not a frontline police officer and thus slightly less skilled in verbal sparring.

Before he could think of a way to shift the topic and cover it up, Fushimi Roku chuckled freely: "Do you know what condition Sazaki Gen offered me just now?"

Kaga Keido was stunned: "Money?"

"Wrong, try again."

"Women?"

"Wrong, try again."

"It wouldn’t be power, would it? Did he promise to make you a cadre of the Inakawa Association?"

"No, he promised me nothing."

Fushimi Roku’s interlocked fingers tightened into a fist due to excitement: "He just said that he himself was the killer and could let me enjoy playing thoroughly."