Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 51 Haneda Airport Murder Case

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Haneda Airport Murder Case

The moment she heard about a case, the ahoge on Minamoto Tamako’s head sprang up.

Before she could speak, Fushimi Roku preemptively said, "No way."

"What do you mean no way?" Minamoto Tamako was taken aback.

"Are you looking to meddle again?" Fushimi Roku tucked his hands into his sleeves, looking all composed: "Today we’re reporting to the station, we don’t have time for this. Do you want to be late on your first day?"

"But, but, we are official officers! How can we ignore an emergency situation?" Minamoto Tamako argued with reason.

"Even if there is an emergency, it’s the local patrol police’s job. Every department has its own area of responsibility. You’re not even on duty yet, and you’re already overstepping into someone else’s jurisdiction. Officer Tamako, you’ve got quite the authority!" Fushimi Roku said, casually.

"That is true..."

The two chatted while walking as airport security came to disperse the crowd, allowing Minamoto Tamako to sneak a few glances.

She saw a scar-faced man lying on the ground, eyes wide open, covered in blood, with no rise and fall in his chest. He looked dead.

The pickup personnel and airport security were in conflict, grabbing a guy with forked hair, claiming he was the murderer and insisting on taking him away, apparently planning to use private punishment for revenge.

The security blocked them, saying the police were on their way and urging them to have patience.

The headless Yakuza group was unwilling to relent, insisting that the police would definitely protect each other. If they handed him over, how could they avenge their brother?

"Hey, that guy looks familiar." Minamoto Tamako tugged at Fushimi Roku’s sleeve.

The latter turned to look, recognizing Watanabe Shun, and also noticed the torn name sign at his feet. The ’Roku’ character was missing, leaving only ’Fushimi Minamoto Tamako.’

"..."

Fushimi Roku had a bad feeling.

He stepped forward, inquired, and confirmed that the pickup sign was indeed brought by Watanabe Shun. His expression was a mix of calm and a bit of frustration, like an alpaca.

"Could it be that the senior coming to pick us up got involved in a murder case?"

Minamoto Tamako’s tone didn’t sound troubled at all, but instead, she was a bit excited: "As juniors, shouldn’t we help out?"

As soon as she said that, system subtitles popped up again in front of Fushimi Roku.

"Crime Commission Triggered"

"Mission Details: Help senior Watanabe Shun clear himself of murder suspicion"

"Mission Reward: Skill Points *1"

...

Fushimi Roku had figured out the nature of this system: ’Helping the senior clear himself of murder suspicion’ didn’t necessarily mean that "the senior didn’t actually commit murder"... What if the senior did kill someone? How would he clear the suspicion then? He kept his eyes, nose, and heart steady, thinking to himself, I can’t let sin go unpunished, but if you don’t get caught, it doesn’t count as a crime.

Two weeks ago, the Great Snow Mountain shooting case was concluded, unsurprisingly determined by the police as a suicide. As for that ’murder weapon,’ the final report proved it wasn’t Shirata Masahiro’s police gun.

On the day the case was closed, Shirata Masahiro felt a heavy burden lifted from his heart. He took a leave of absence and returned to his hometown to drink overnight at Shiro Izakaya.

Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku also received the mission reward, indirectly proving that the method of "forging evidence to clear the suspicion" was feasible.

...

He closed the task pane with a thought and helplessly said, "Whatever, go if you want."

"Alright!"

Minamoto Tamako was full of enthusiasm, thinking that it was finally time for the detective team to take the stage again!

She dragged her suitcase, jogged over, stood on tiptoes to observe, and for a long while couldn’t bring herself to speak. Although she had overcome her fear of corpses, facing living people without being in a detective state made her a bit shy.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t stand to watch any longer, sighed, stepped forward, and took out his police ID. He pinched the rank section with his fingers and casually flashed it in front of everyone: "Police here, what’s going on?"

The security, thinking he was criminal police, quickly briefed him on the situation. As for Watanabe Shun, he was handcuffed to an iron railing, beaten black and blue like a dead dog, seemingly passed out.

Seeing this, the group surrounding him thought Fushimi Roku was there to back them up and immediately crowded in. The blond man in the lead grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey hey!! What are you planning to do? Are you going to cover for your colleague? Damn cops are all the same!"

’Damn cop’ is an ear-phonetics term for ’マッポ,’ commonly used by gangsters as an insult for police, roughly equivalent to ’pigs’ or ’fuzz.’

Fushimi Roku didn’t bicker with the thug, turning his face sideways, he said, "Bring out your leader."

"You punk, don’t look down on us! You know the boss is already dead—"

"You guys were here to pick someone up, right?" Fushimi interrupted, "Where’s the person you’re supposed to meet?"

"Uh..."

The blond man froze, they just remembered, turned around to look for a moment, all eyes fell on a business man in the crowd.

The latter wore rimless glasses, carried a briefcase, dressed in a dark blue suit, more resembling a corporate manager than a Yakuza leader.

"Boss!" The blond man quickly bowed, and the rest of the group followed suit.

The business man furrowed his brow, he had planned to leave quietly once the incident passed, but these brainless guys dragged him into it.

"Nice to meet you," he pulled a business card from his front pocket, handing it to Fushimi Roku: "I’m Sazaki Gen, a financial advisor working for a legitimate company."

Fushimi Roku thought if it were really legitimate work, he wouldn’t need to emphasize that in front of the police.

He glanced at the card to confirm the pronunciation of Sazaki Gen’s name, then said, "Mr. Sasuke, control your subordinates, don’t obstruct the police investigation."

"I refuse," Sazaki Gen adjusted his glasses, "I don’t know these people, so naturally I can’t order them to do anything."

The blond man chimed in, "That’s right! We don’t know the boss at all!"

"..."

Sazaki Gen’s forehead bulged with a vein, he forced a smile and said, "I don’t know what he’s talking about."

Fushimi Roku didn’t care that Sazaki Gen was feigning ignorance; he brought out the leader just to lend some authority to say a few words.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he clapped his hands, saying, "Blood for blood, debt for debt, it’s only right, nothing more to say."

"That’s true words," the blond man chimed in again.

Sazaki Gen turned and gave him a fierce glare, and the latter immediately shut up.

"To let the deceased rest, let me ask: did any of you actually see him kill? This is crucial for witness testimony and can serve as strong evidence in court."

Fushimi Roku continued, shifting his tone: "If no one witnessed it, what if you caught the wrong person? Do you want your boss to die without knowing the truth? Do you want the real murderer to secretly laugh at your foolishness? So, if anyone did see, please step forward."

The group exchanged glances, whispering among themselves.

"Were you in front? Did you see it?"

"No... You didn’t either?"

"What’s going on? Did no one see it?"

After asking around, the group began to calm down. At this time, someone spoke up, saying that when their boss died, Watanabe Shun had already been beaten unconscious by them.

"..."

"Who the hell did it then?"