Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 52 Presumably, Fushimi has already deduced the truth, right?

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Presumably, Fushimi has already deduced the truth, right?

While Fushimi Roku was jibing with someone, Minamoto Tamako wasn’t idle. Since her partner took the lead in the charge, she naturally followed suit, putting on her white gloves and getting to work.

"Where did this stinky brat come from?!

The blond man reached out to grab Minamoto Tamako’s ahoge, angrily exclaiming, "Who let you mess with the boss’s body?! Iron Sheep—"

Fushimi Roku grabbed his wrist, pressing his thumb into the man’s pulse point. The more force he used, the more his forearm throbbed with pain. Other team members gathered around, ready to back up their brother, when they heard Minamoto Tamako crouched on the ground suddenly say:

"The deceased is approximately thirty to thirty-five years old, with a radiating pool of blood on the left chest, suggesting a fatal wound. The murder weapon is a wooden crossbow arrow, embedded in the chest with only a small part of its tip visible. Judging by the angle of the arrow, the shooter should have been standing on the second-floor corridor of the terminal... in that spot!"

Her little finger pointed diagonally upward above everyone’s heads, right as a passing traveler strolled down the second-floor corridor and bent down to pick up a crossbow from a potted plant.

Startled, the security guard prepared to raise the alarm, but the blond man, without a word, rushed upstairs with his team and began a barrage of punches and kicks on the traveler.

"Nobody move! Be honest!"

The criminal police finally arrived belatedly, taking control of the situation with their officers. Haneda Airport and its surroundings have several police stations and branch offices to ensure the safe operation of the airport and traveler security. This meant the criminal police were quicker to the scene of the murder than the stationed airport guards.

After beating the traveler, the blond man tried charging away, only to be pinned to the ground by two or three officers. It took handcuffs and two police batons before he settled down.

Fushimi Roku showed his police badge again, explaining the situation proactively. Only then did everyone realize they weren’t criminal police but two rookies who had just graduated and hadn’t yet assumed their posts as patrol police.

"Since you’re new here, don’t mess around when faced with such things. A real crime scene isn’t a practice lesson!" The criminal investigation department officer sternly criticized them: "Which police box were you supposed to report to? Who’s the responsible superintendent?"

Before Fushimi Roku could answer, the blond man foolishly shouted again, "And you group of freeloaders have the nerve to educate the rookies? So what about patrol police? The patrol police caught the murderer in five minutes and avenged my brother, way better than you salary-stealing bow-bowing apologists!"

"Yakuza really are a bunch of brainless mountain apes." The criminal investigation officer scoffed coldly.

"What did you say? Dare to let me go and face me one-on-one—"

"A traditional crossbow like this only has an effective range of 10-30 meters, and the distance from the second-floor corridor to the first-floor lobby is clearly over thirty meters. From what you’ve described, the scene was a chaotic crowd, with the deceased encircled in the center. How could such a crossbow from the second floor hit the target?"

The criminal police officer didn’t even give the blond man a direct glance. As a senior officer, he was most annoyed by these overbearing rookies, especially low-level patrol police overstepping their bounds. Did they really think investigating a murder was child’s play?

He stared intently at Fushimi Roku, pressing on, "Even if we ignore accuracy, why are there no eyewitnesses seeing the suspect using a crossbow to shoot? Generally, using a crossbow in a public setting would immediately trigger a commotion, wouldn’t it?"

Yeah! Hearing it like this, it seems to make sense!

The blond man was stunned for a brief second, instinctively glancing at Minamoto Tamako. No matter how you looked at it, this guy was just a kid. Her deduction just now was probably a fluke, completely off the mark in reality. If that traveler was truly the killer, why didn’t he run after committing the murder? Why foolishly pick up the weapon and stand there, indicating the real killer must be someone else, right?

...Ah, so annoying, the more I think about it, the more it makes my head hurt. These cops really can’t be relied on!

Minamoto Tamako took off her white gloves, looking up to say, "Because this crossbow arrow wasn’t discharged using the crossbow."

Huh?

Everyone was stunned, except for Fushimi Roku, who subtly turned his head, his gaze once again falling above a certain someone’s head.

"The reason the killer used a crossbow arrow was to create the illusion of a ’shooter firing from afar’! In reality, the murderer was hidden among the crowd all along."

"At the time of the crime, the killer was close to the deceased, using the chaos to stab the crossbow arrow into the heart, resulting in an instant kill. As for the crossbow, it was merely a prop pre-positioned on the second floor."

"To mislead the police investigation, the killer deliberately adjusted the angle when inserting the arrow and pushed it in with their palm!"

The criminal police officer frowned, looking down at Minamoto Tamako, only then realizing that the deductions were made by this little imp in front of him. "Are you kidding? Do you think all these people are blind? Stabbing someone in the heart with a crossbow arrow is far more conspicuous than shooting with a crossbow, right? With so many people present, how could no one see it?"

"No! It’s possible!"

Minamoto Tamako’s brilliant eyes reflected the astonished expression of the seasoned officer: "You only need to put on white gloves, block the victim’s chest with a receiving sign, pretending to dust off the victim to accomplish the assassination without drawing attention! Afterward, use the sign to cover yourself while hiding the bloody gloves in a pocket, blending into the crowd so that no one’s suspicion is aroused!"

"To be honest, even I got fooled initially. If it weren’t for classmate Fushimi constantly looking above that person’s head, I wouldn’t have continued the deduction in this direction... I assume classmate Fushimi, you’ve already figured out the truth, right?"

Minamoto Tamako raised her hand, her jade-like finger pointing across the air into the crowd. A driver in a navy suit was stepping back with a sullen face: "You are the killer, the driver responsible for pick-ups!"

As soon as these words fell, the driver took off running. Alarmed, the officers madly pursued him. Fushimi Roku stood with his right hand in his pocket and his left looking at his watch while allowing the suspect to run right past him. He didn’t even bother to stretch out a leg to trip him.

The criminal police officer was furious, shouting: "What are you doing?! Why are you zoning out in such a situation!!"

"A real crime scene is no practice lesson; as a newcomer, how can you act rashly in such circumstances?" Fushimi Roku spoke without lifting his head.

The criminal police officer paused, then realized this rookie was using his own words to retaliate, which only infuriated him more. He couldn’t even focus on organizing the officers to capture the suspect: "You punk—"

"However!"

Fushimi Roku tapped the watch case, interrupting: "I’m always punctual and don’t wish to be late on my first day at work. If we continue delaying, we might get scolded by our senior at the police box, so it’s best that guy gets apprehended quickly."

"What’s the point of saying such useless things now? The person is about to get away..." The seasoned officer realized there was no time for bickering, and he hadn’t even finished his sentence before chasing after the driver.

"Three."

Fushimi Roku looked at his watch, counting down: "Two."

"Eh? What? What’s happening..."

A commotion stirred within the crowd as travelers looked toward the exit, where a cluster of airport guards equipped with riot shields came charging in, colliding directly with the fleeing driver—Just as everyone was engrossed in Minamoto Tamako’s deduction, Fushimi Roku borrowed a security walkie-talkie to summon airport guard reinforcements.

"One."

At the moment the countdown ended, the driver was tackled to the ground by four or five officers, letting out a cry of despair.

"Let’s go," Fushimi Roku patted Minamoto Tamako’s shoulder: "The pick-up time has passed, we’ll take a taxi to the police box ourselves."