Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 158 - 80 All That Shouldn’t Be Said Has Been Said

Chapter 158: Chapter 80 All That Shouldn’t Be Said Has Been Said

"But you’re completely wrong," Fushimi Roku said squinting.

"Huh?" Minamoto Tamako was taken aback.

"You mean to say that Kazama Chihime is actually the leader of the Heavenly Punishment Group? So you deduced that Kazama Chihime beheaded Kamei Yuusaku to silence him... Am I right?"

Seeing Minamoto Tamako nodding with a bewildered look, Fushimi Roku continued teasingly:

"Kujo Yua personally investigated, and Kazama Chihime’s alibi is impeccable. She was indeed at the dojo during the Sugamo riot; many people saw her there, it’s beyond doubt."

"Ah... Why didn’t you say so earlier?" Minamoto Tamako was very displeased.

She finally had a chance to show off, only to be thoroughly humiliated. Mr. Fushimi had known the case details all along but chose not to tell her, leaving her to guess wildly... Now that she’s guessed wrong, he’s mocking her—how mean!

"Why should I tell you? Investigators are supposed to keep the progress of investigations confidential!" Fushimi Roku said righteously: "Considering our past friendship, I disclosed as much as I did. Now you want to push further, are you trying to incriminate me?"

"I-I didn’t mean it that way..." Minamoto Tamako shrank her neck.

Whenever it involves breaking the rules or laws, her courage diminishes.

"As long as you don’t, that’s fine. Go back to your room and play." Fushimi Roku waved her off.

Minamoto Tamako felt cornered, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She finally got a chance to discuss the case, but Mr. Fushimi divulged a bit and then suddenly stopped, making her itch with anxiety, feeling like ants were crawling all over her.

Clearly, the main characters in detective novels are always sought after by others to solve cases, and everyone can’t wait for the main character to find out the truth... But when it comes to her, why does everyone just wish she wouldn’t investigate?

In the real world, is everyone uninterested in the truth?

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t make sense of it, feeling as if a hundred little cats were scratching inside her. After hesitating for quite a while, she still hadn’t gotten off the sofa, murmuring softly: "Talking about the news doesn’t count as a violation, right? Aren’t you curious about who the leader of the Heavenly Punishment Group is?"

"Not curious," Fushimi Roku said.

"Seriously? Everyone’s discussing who the leader of the Heavenly Punishment Group is and you’re not the least bit interested?"

Minamoto Tamako tried to pique Fushimi Roku’s interest: "I’ve heard she’s super amazing; she can dash up walls to the rooftop in a swoosh, run through snow wielding a sword as if on level ground, and finally glide down gracefully off the eaves and disappear from view!"

She grew more and more excited as she spoke, tucking a rolled-up paper tube at her waist, posing as if drawing a sword, half-squatting on the sofa, and pretending to make sword-swinging sounds, getting quite into the role.

Indeed, a woman who’s both impressive and charismatic, who upholds justice and executes evil criminals in secret, it’s only natural for Minamoto Tamako to have a tiny bit of admiration for her... But, ultimately, it’s just admiration, and if she really encountered her, she definitely wouldn’t hold back.

People like that are no different from the "Heavenly Punishment" culprits, merely abusing violent vigilante behavior, causing a severely adverse impact on public safety!

After talking for so long, seeing Fushimi Roku utterly unresponsive, lying on the sofa radiating the lazy aura of a middle-aged corporate drone, she felt particularly frustrated.

She glanced at the limp paper tube in her hand, sighed, and remarked, "I wonder when I’ll become as skilled as they are..."

"’They’? Who else?" Fushimi Roku scratched his belly.

"Sister Chihime, her swordsmanship is outstanding too, achieving the full license recognition at such a young age... Oh right, don’t be fooled by Sister Chihime’s mature appearance; she’s about my age."

"Oh, I see. But why compare your weaknesses with others?" Fushimi Roku said offhandedly.

"I don’t want to compare either! But my mom said to be a good cop, you need a strong physique..." Minamoto Tamako spoke with less and less confidence. She pulled up her sleeves, trying to flex her biceps, only for them to still appear soft, akin to freshly baked buns.

She had been exercising for over a month without any progress.

Thinking of this, Minamoto Tamako felt dejected. With a flop, she fell onto the other end of the sofa, sighing deeply, also emitting a lazy aura.

One couch potato in the house was enough; Fushimi Roku hated sharing, urging Minamoto Tamako back to her room. She refused to budge, muttering softly, "Strong people like you couldn’t possibly understand how I feel... Hmph, gloat all you want... If I had muscles like yours, I’d go solve cases every day..."

Fushimi Roku couldn’t stand her acting like a child version of Xianglin’s wife, patting her face gently, and said, "Have you lost your mind? Monkeys spent tens of thousands of years evolving into humans just to learn to use tools. Why go back to competing over muscles?"

"But without strength, how can you catch suspects?" Minamoto Tamako was unconvinced, thinking he was dismissing her concerns lightheartedly, a well-fed person ignorant of the hunger of a starving one.

"Practice your gun skills—your performance in handgun shooting assessments at the police academy was always excellent, wasn’t it? I remember you scored above eighty with one hand and above ninety with both hands. It’s a talent too good to waste by not practicing gun skills."

Fushimi Roku casually remarked while flipping through channels with the remote; his favorite real estate lottery show was about to start.

As long as your shooting skills are good, even against experts in close combat, outside of seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, it’s both accurate and fast. Given Minamoto Tamako’s petite size, it’s more worthwhile to hone shooting skills than physical training in terms of cost-effectiveness.

Minamoto Tamako thought that made a lot of sense.

The title of "Sharpshooter Tamako" sounded appealing and tempting to her.

Moreover, considering the worsening situation of gun crimes domestically, to ensure police safety, the Japan Police Department had been promoting practical shooting training in recent years. This allowed patrol officers the opportunity to train in shooting in scenarios closer to actual law enforcement... She had just been too busy recently, then resting at home, and momentarily forgot about this.

With this thought, Minamoto Tamako was revitalized.

Since it was rare for her to have a long vacation, she intended to use this time to improve herself and urged Mr. Fushimi to get out of the house more often, even if it was to practice Sword Dao with Sister Chihime.

"Didn’t Senior Watanabe give you a sword? Wouldn’t it be a waste not to use it for Sword Dao practice?" Minamoto Tamako coaxed.

"You have some misunderstanding about Sword Dao... Who practices with real swords?" Fushimi Roku scratched his belly and then his back.

"Of course, I know you practice with bamboo swords. My point is, if you don’t know Sword Dao, you can’t flaunt that sword. Since you have such a foundation, why not practice it?"

Minamoto Tamako felt she was too kind. Even though she planned to overtake others through hard work, she couldn’t bear seeing her friend continue to be lazy, reminding Mr. Fushimi to improve... Such a good partner as her was rare these days!

"No." Fushimi Roku turned over.

"By the way, Sister Chihime has been mentioning you lately, occasionally asking about your police academy training..."

Before Minamoto Tamako could finish, Fushimi Roku suddenly lifted his head: "What do you mean by ’frequently’ mentioning me?"

"Ah, didn’t I tell you? She moved next door last week, saying she wanted to wait for Senior Kazama to come home, sometimes bringing snacks... She’s actually a fan of detective stories and super interested in cases related to the ’Heavenly Punishment’ too."

"What have you told her?" Fushimi Roku sat up straight.

"Not much, I just talked about the Heavenly Punishment case, the graduation exam, the Great Snow Mountain shooting case, the Sugamo Apartment massacre case..."

Minamoto Tamako counted on her fingers and then realized belatedly that she seemed to have said everything.

Oh no...

Everything she mentioned was the ’Sherlock Tamako’ version; under Sister Chihime’s praise, she couldn’t help but get a little vain, embellishing and beautifying just a tad...

This must not be known to Mr. Fushimi!!

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