Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 194 - 115 Beep beep complex beep beep

Chapter 194: Chapter 115 Beep beep complex beep beep

The four of them each harbored their own thoughts, making the atmosphere heavy on the way.

Fushimi Roku, Minamoto Tamako, and Kazama Tatsuya aside, Watanabe Shun’s heavy mood was mainly because he hadn’t drunk to his heart’s content. All the other seniors had left, leaving him alone at the party bragging, which was quite embarrassing, so he reluctantly followed along.

"What kind of case could be more important than drinking..." Watanabe Shun grumbled to himself, hunching his shoulders, hands in his pockets, following behind the three of them.

After walking for about ten minutes, Watanabe Shun suddenly realized that this wasn’t the way to the police station. It wasn’t until the three arrived at Sugamo Apartment, entered the elevator, that Watanabe Shun realized—so they intended to ditch the juniors for a small private gathering!

Speaking of which, it had been a while since they had a decent meal together. Not bringing outsiders was a plus, more shared topics to talk about!

As the elevator doors opened, there stood Kinosaki Shoujin in the hallway, holding a file folder, idly tapping it against his thigh, apparently waiting for some time now.

"Is it really a case investigation?" Watanabe Shun’s eyes widened.

"Of course, didn’t I say we’re investigating a case?" Minamoto Tamako didn’t understand what he was surprised about.

"Don’t mind him, he probably thought we were ditching the juniors to secretly drink." After saying this, Fushimi Roku gestured for Minamoto Tamako to quickly push the wheelchair.

Kazama Tatsuya was also curious about what kind of case could make Fushimi Roku so concerned, even calling him to participate. He had a knot in his heart, feeling embarrassed to initiate a conversation, so he just silently followed behind the two.

"Many thanks! It’s really troublesome for the section chief..."

Minamoto Tamako pushed the wheelchair forward, ready to take the file folder, but Fushimi Roku beat her to it, reaching out abruptly to snatch it up.

Honestly, this guy is a bit too eager, isn’t he?

The most important task right now is to track down the true culprit of the Heavenly Punishment. Minamoto Tamako decided to put aside personal grievances for now, not minding Fushimi Roku calling her ’Egg Sauce’, nor minding him snatching the file folder... but she secretly noted it down in the back of her mind, planning to settle accounts with Fushimi Roku later.

In front of everyone, Fushimi Roku opened the file folder, inside was a copied forensic report, and a copied audio tape.

After bidding farewell to Kinosaki Shoujin, Minamoto Tamako used the key to open the door, pushing him inside. Everyone gathered around as he took out the forensic report, skimming through it quickly.

The stationery was pure wood pulp paper, 16K, source unknown; the blood confirmed as Zhao Chunshu’s DNA, who had a record with the bureau, his hair available for comparison; the videotape was JVC brand, available at any department store, hard to trace; the audio track was noiseless, suggesting the recording location was either soundproofed or in the suburbs or basement.

Finally, the report recorded the contents of the recording in text.

Fushimi Roku glanced over it, not surprised that his name wasn’t mentioned—after all, Kinosaki Shoujin didn’t bring people to arrest him, nor did they notify Minamoto Tamako in advance, which was enough to indicate his identity wasn’t exposed.

Kazama Tatsuya, seeing words related to ’Heavenly Punishment’, instantly understood why Minamoto Tamako included him. He furrowed his brows, subconsciously glanced at Fushimi Roku.

Watanabe Shun was sent off to fetch the tape recorder from the next room. Minamoto Tamako inserted the tape, pressed the play button, and the tape began to whirl, starting to play the audio track.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A piercing scream exploded, like a ghost demanding a life, sending chills down one’s spine. Minamoto Tamako was startled, her hair standing on end.

Fushimi Roku leaned on the wheelchair armrest, fingers tapping rhythmically, lost in thought.

Shortly after, the screaming suddenly ceased, replaced by hurried breathing, suggesting the recording subject was being tortured. Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun sat side by side on the sofa, feeling like they were back in a violent interrogation room.

Next, Zhao Chunshu’s voice shouted through the tape: "It was (beep) who ordered it, the Sugamo riot was orchestrated by (beep)!"

Minamoto Tamako was stunned, she pressed pause, rewound, replayed, confirming that the two ’beep’ sounds were artificial censorship.

"Could it be... the Sugamo riot is also related to Heavenly Punishment?" She mused to herself, biting her nails.

Watanabe Shun raised his hand, eager to display his intelligence, reminding: "Of course it’s related! Even I know that the Sugamo riot was incited by the Heavenly Punishment Group..."

"Shut up," Kazama Tatsuya glared at him: "What she said ’Heavenly Punishment’ isn’t the Heavenly Punishment Group."

"Huh?"

Watanabe Shun was puzzled, recalling the police academy shooting case he dealt with the boss in Hokkaido, finally understanding what Minamoto Tamako meant: "Coincidence, maybe?"

"There are no coincidences in this world." Minamoto Tamako said, her face serious.

Fushimi Roku sat up straight, saying: "Let’s finish listening first."

Minamoto Tamako nodded, pressed the play button, the tape spun again, and Zhao Chunshu continued confessing: "I have evidence, I have transaction evidence! I hid a camera at (beep), all customers were recorded, at the time it was (beep) hiring ’cleaners’, disguised as criminal police to provoke the Sugamo residents!"

"And, and... oh right, there’s also (beep), I inquired from (beep) that the Heavenly Punishment case also occurred in Hokkaido, at the time it was (beep) who found (beep), (beep)..."

...

Fushimi Roku remained expressionless, silently cursing Zhao Chunshu’s entire family.

The recording abruptly stopped there, followed by a long silence.

The four exchanged glances, none offering an opinion.

Minamoto Tamako stretched out her small hand to rewind and listen again, but realized the tape wasn’t finished, so she pressed fast forward.

At a minute and forty-four seconds, the tape recorder clicked, and Minamoto Tamako quickly stopped fast forwarding, returning to normal playback speed.

A stranger’s voice emerged, the tone processed, indistinct and hoarse, revealing no gender:

"We mean no harm."

Minamoto Tamako was startled, wondering what this meant? ’We,’ signifying more than one person? Why emphasize having no malice? Who were ’they’ speaking to? The patrol police at the Sugamo Koban? Or declaring their stance to the Police Department?

Thinking about it carefully, this videotape was full of doubts: If the sender’s purpose was to report the true culprit, why silence the person’s name? If not for reporting, why send this videotape to the police?

Covered in a cloud of doubts, Minamoto Tamako’s mind was in turmoil, her brain rapidly processing.

Before she could comprehend the mystery, the next sentence burst forth, sending her heart into overdrive, goosebumps rising all over.

—"We have strongly supported the Heavenly Punishment Group in the past."

—"If possible, we wish to meet the founder."

Click, the play button on the tape recorder automatically popped up, ending the recording.

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