Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 49 Next Stop, Tokyo Sugamo!

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 Next Stop, Tokyo Sugamo!

On the way back, the exhausted trainees snored one after another in the bus.

Back when they set out, each of them was full of confidence, swearing to compete fiercely for the top; now, they felt that passing was already good enough, and as for rankings, they left it to fate.

To Fushimi Roku, humans are actually no different from monkeys. The trick of ’three at morning, four at evening’ works everywhere.

After returning to the school, Fushimi Roku submitted the forged evidence to the police. During the prosecutor’s interrogation, he claimed that these items were found on skeletal remains in the mountains.

As for Shirata Masahiro, he didn’t mention a single word.

And because of this, the prosecutors didn’t associate it with the missing gun incident at all. This kind of case, with remains in the mountains that have been dead for several years, is impossible to investigate and will most likely turn into a cold case.

The police at best symbolically file a case, notify the family to let them know they haven’t given up, but ultimately rule it a suicide—though it really was a suicide, this apparent diligence but actual perfunctory behavior is always criticized by the public and is considered a hallmark of Japanese criminal police.

But Japan has its own circumstances; the higher-ups demand a 100% solve rate but only allocate meager funds, leaving the lower-ranked officers with a pile of cases they couldn’t solve even if they tried.

In the past, the police would even ask the Yamaguchi Group to help maintain social order; nowadays, getting them to help collect corpses is already quite something!

The next day, the school announced the results.

Everyone gathered around the bulletin board and looked up, only to see Fushimi Roku’s name in the first place, followed closely by Minamoto Tamako in second...

The instructors deliberately put Fushimi Roku on the spot, but they underestimated his thick skin... he wasn’t bothered by his classmates’ complex gazes at all, and even had the gall to say congratulations, congratulations to everyone for achieving their desired results.

No matter how much Yoshimura Yu complained, Instructor Shirota still fulfilled his promise to assign posts according to ranking this year.

The trainees called to the stage filled out forms, writing their names next to their desired patrol posts.

Fushimi Roku was the first to be called on stage. He surveyed the options, choosing and re-choosing.

The remote patrol posts were immediately passed over; those places are idle but the living conditions are too poor and the pay is not good;

The posts in bustling areas were also passed over. These days, it’s the time to crack down on gangs, and who knows, he might be pulled into gang warfare and become cannon fodder...

He thought about it over and over, carefully selecting, finally setting his sights on the Sugamo Station front Patrol House in Toshima District, Tokyo.

Fushimi Roku had some impression of this place, recalling that in a past life he saw on the internet that Sugamo is a shopping area especially for the elderly, with no dazzling neon billboards on the streets, all traditional handwritten signs, and it gradually became Japan’s gathering place for elderly people.

Located in Toshima District, Tokyo, it is alongside Ginza, Shinjuku, Shibuya, Ikebukuro as bustling areas of the city.

Moreover, the cost of living in Sugamo is relatively cheaper than other places, earning the nickname "Harajuku for Grandmas," and for leisure and entertainment, they can easily take the train to Ikebukuro to have a great time...

Crime rates are low, public security is good, and it’s located in a bustling area, with daily work just taking care of retired seniors.

Nice, nice, this is it.

Fushimi Roku filled in his name in the blank space beside Sugamo Station front Patrol House.

Shirata Masahiro raised an eyebrow in surprise, thinking the top-ranking graduate chose the most dangerous area instead of good locations... Impressive, lots of ambition and resolve!

In the 1990s, Sugamo was ranked the second highest crime rate area in all of Tokyo, with the first being Kabukicho in Shinjuku.

The area had large patches of old buildings and apartments, housing many low-income people, and was filled with adult entertainment venues and underground gambling dens, with chaos compared to the Kowloon Walled City of the same era.

This is probably the information gap of the era; Fushimi Roku temporarily learned posts are assigned according to graduation grades, with no preparation beforehand.

The internet wasn’t so developed at the time, he couldn’t find out the security situation of each area even if he wanted to, and the rumors provided by classmates were even less reliable, leaving him to rely on impressions to avoid gang-infested areas, selecting a future senior’s street that would appear two to three decades later.

After Fushimi Roku stepped down, next was Minamoto Tamako.

She, a native of Hokkaido, had never been to Tokyo, always hearing how bustling Tokyo was. Seeing Fushimi Roku choose a post in Tokyo, she felt worried about leaving home but also excited about the future. Anyway, since she decided to work together, there was no reason to hesitate.

She neatly wrote her name right next to Fushimi Roku’s.

Here, it’s worth mentioning that typically, the highway (Hokkaido Police) and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are local police agencies, with local graduates usually only serving locally; it’s impossible for a Hokkaido Police Academy graduate to be sent to Tokyo as a patrol police.

But, given the current era of Japan’s economic bubble burst, the overall economy declining day by day, the Japanese government was determined to use gangs as targets to shift social contradictions internally.

In these past few years, laws like the Violence Group Law, Organized Crime Countermeasures Law, and Anti-money laundering law were introduced one after another. Next year, the Violence Group Law will be implemented, marking the last glorious moment of the Japanese yakuza.

This national-level operation would inevitably consume a massive amount of police force. To supplement local police power, the state adopted a policy of robbing Peter to pay Paul, compensating personnel shortages wherever necessary.

Regardless of whether they are graduates from Tokyo or Hokkaido, all are at the lowest level of patrol police. At this point, it doesn’t matter whose they are; as long as they can serve, they are all good public servants for everyone.

Having filled out their preference forms, the trainees were both joyous and distressed. But regardless, they all graduated successfully, ready to start a new Chapter in their lives—except for Yoshimura Yu, who didn’t plan to extend his year and applied for withdrawal last night.

After returning to the dormitory, Minamoto Tamako’s first action was to hug Officer Rabbit and report to Kawai that she passed her graduation exams with flying colors, securing second place, and would work at the same post as Fushimi Roku in the future.

"Great work, Tamako-chan, well done!" She stroked Officer Rabbit’s plush paws, gently patting her shoulder, whispering, "I knew you could do it."

...

On the following morning, Class A graduates gathered in the auditorium for their graduation ceremony.

The curtain slowly drew back, with a wooden frame banner hung above the police badge, words in black on a white background reading "Initial Course Short-term Course 93rd Graduation Ceremony," with the principal and director seated on stage, flanked by sunflowers and daisies.

The counselor called names one by one, and trainees responded by ascending the stage, receiving their graduation certificates from the principal, and shaking hands with their lead instructor in farewell.

Minamoto Tamako sat below, back straight, dressed in a dark blue uniform adorned with a police badge, the golden medal chain glistening. As memories of promises with friends replayed in her mind, tears blurred her vision.

"Minamoto Tamako!" the counselor called from the stage.

"Present!"

Minamoto Tamako rose, marching in step onto the stage, saluting the principal with formal precision. The principal smiled, handing over a piece of white paper; her graduation certificate, bearing the date, the assistant police chief’s signature, and the name Officer Minamoto Tamako.

"Congratulations."

"Humbly grateful!" Minamoto Tamako accepted it with both hands.

She approached Instructor Shirota, shook hands, and as customary, he was to offer some parting words.

Seeing Tamako’s tear-filled eyes, he couldn’t help but laugh, whispering, "Why the tears? You’re an official police officer now; don’t run to tears so easily in the future."

"Yes, I’ll heed your advice!" Minamoto Tamako quickly wiped away her tears, saluted, and walked off the stage.

When it was Fushimi Roku’s turn, Instructor Shirota shook his hand. After a moment of silence, searching for words, he finally settled on three simple ones for Fushimi Roku:

"Don’t die."

"Understood."

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