Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 64: Can She Fly?

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Can She Fly?

"I’m aware of the ideas you instilled in the little girl through games during the art class; I also read the records of your hard stand in the interrogation room after Kawai’s death; and I’m fully aware of the incident of puncturing the tires during the graduation exam that left the teachers and students of Class A stranded on the Great Snow Mountain..."

The sound of an alarm clock from outside interrupted the murmurs in the dream.

Fushimi Roku lifted his sleep mask, opened his eyes, and looked at the dormitory ceiling, wondering how he could have such a strange dream.

Why would I repeat this morning’s conversation in my dream? Could it be that subconsciously I have thoughts about older wealthy women? Or am I worried about something else?

Before he could figure it out, the sharp alarm rang again outside. Unable to bear it any longer, Fushimi Roku put on his cotton slippers and angrily knocked on Minamoto Tamako’s door.

A moment later, the alarm stopped abruptly. Presumably, Minamoto Tamako was awake, and footsteps sounded inside the room. She opened the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and said, "Morning, Fushimi."

Her pajamas were loose, printed with a Lion King pattern. The neckline sagged, revealing her fair and delicate collarbones. Her chest wasn’t entirely flat, but there was only a slight rise; others would form a ridge, while hers was a gentle obtuse angle.

"Do you know what time it is now?" Fushimi Roku asked with a gloomy face.

Minamoto Tamako glanced back at the clock on her bedside. It was exactly three in the afternoon, and she had to start working in three hours.

"Three, three o’clock... what’s the matter?"

"Do you know that for adults, eight hours of sleep a day is the international standard? After an all-nighter, you need an extra two hours to make up for your brain!"

Fushimi Roku slept at seven in the morning, just getting a full eight hours. He had planned to wake up at 5 p.m., needing a total of ten hours of sleep.

After questioning her, he discovered that Minamoto Tamako didn’t go to sleep until nine in the morning, only having slept for six hours in total. He then put on a serious face and criticized, "It’s precisely due to insufficient sleep that you’re experiencing developmental delays! If this continues, it will affect your mental abilities, and you’ll become a fool. How will you become a famous detective or police chief then?"

Minamoto Tamako retorted, "I usually go to bed early, okay? Who’s having developmental delays? I-I just haven’t hit my growth spurt yet! One day, I’ll be taller than you!"

Now fully awake, she continued, "I got up early for the investigation of the apartment ghost incident. How was I to know the room’s soundproofing was so bad!"

Mentioning the apartment ghost incident, Fushimi Roku recalled his transfer plans.

He weighed in his mind between going back to sleep and investigating the case for a long time, with little angel and demon figures arguing endlessly. In the end, Minamoto Tamako made the decision for him: "Since you’re awake, why not investigate with me? The entire detective team is on it, surely we’ll solve the mystery in one go!"

"Okay."

"Eh? You agreed... Could it be that the God of Deduction urged you in your dream?" Minamoto Tamako was surprised.

No, it was your mom drawing a carrot on a stick, and now I’m the dumb donkey chasing it. Fushimi Roku mocked himself internally.

He ignored Minamoto Tamako and went straight back to his room to change clothes.

Minamoto Tamako had a vague feeling that Fushimi Roku was acting a bit odd, as if he was hiding something from her. But the thought of solving the case together made her overlook it, and she excitedly returned to her room to freshen up.

The two of them changed into their police uniforms, and before leaving, Fushimi Roku didn’t forget to clock in for work, just to earn a bit more overtime pay.

Minamoto Tamako originally felt embarrassed about taking advantage of the police force, but after Fushimi Roku’s compelling persuasion, she figured that since investigating the ghost incident was work too, she deserved the overtime pay... She had it all planned out: once she got her paycheck, she wouldn’t ask for money from her family anymore, and she would be a self-reliant patrol police officer, Minamoto Tamako!

Kazama Tatsuya was napping in the first-floor office. When Minamoto Tamako left, she was very careful, quietly closing the door, afraid of waking her senior. Mainly because she felt guilty, like she was using work hours illegitimately by clocking in early.

Sharpening the axe doesn’t delay chopping wood—how can you work on an empty stomach? The two of them found a ramen shop and sat down, planning to first have some ’breakfast’ to fill their stomachs before going to the apartment building to investigate.

"Alright, since you’ve decided to join in, shouldn’t you explain what clues you’ve found?"

Minamoto Tamako took the opportunity while waiting for ramen to arrive and asked Fushimi Roku again.

She was still troubled by the mystery Fushimi Roku dangled in front of her. Had she not been busy writing a letter to her mom, she would have used her deduction ability to figure out what Fushimi Roku meant long ago.

"No clues, just wild guesses."

Fushimi Roku picked up a chopstick of the shop’s complimentary side dish—pickled radish and seaweed—and found the taste underwhelming. He thought that if the dormitory had a kitchen, he could cook whatever he wanted and never let his stomach suffer.

"Then share your guesses."

Minamoto Tamako dared not accuse Fushimi Roku of making baseless guesses now because every time he guessed, he was spot-on, like a worm in someone else’s stomach, always stopping any mischievous plans others might have.

If only she had such keen intuition, she could see what was in a criminal’s mind with just a glance... Who else could guess what a criminal was thinking? Fushimi Roku is truly gifted, she thought.

Fushimi Roku raised two fingers: "First, you can be sure Yasukawa Seiji only told two truths: One, the crazy woman jumped off the building; two, there’s a child living in the crazy woman’s room."

"How can you be sure?" Minamoto Tamako asked instinctively.

"Intuition."

Fushimi Roku had already noticed yesterday that Yasukawa Seiji’s vice was "peeping." All the noh masks were hung on the left side of the wall in his room, which happened to be facing the crazy woman’s residence. So, he guessed that Yasukawa Seiji saw something while peeping and thus mentioned ’the sound of a child laughing next door.’

"Alright then."

Minamoto Tamako pouted, feeling that her hard work wasn’t as effective as Fushimi Roku’s sudden insight, which was not a pleasant feeling at all.

The ramen shop owner served the tonkotsu ramen, and Fushimi Roku slurped it up while saying, "Since she jumped off the building, why didn’t any residents see the body? Even if the culprit dealt with the body afterward, there couldn’t have been no witnesses, right? So, the only possibility is that the woman jumped from upstairs but didn’t die."

"How is that possible? Could she fly?"

Minamoto Tamako’s eyes widened, forgetting to chew the noodles in her mouth.

"Why not? In TV dramas, they can grab a branch after jumping off a cliff. Couldn’t she have landed on an air-conditioning unit?" said Fushimi Roku, sipping the soup, finding it mediocre, worsening his mood.

Minamoto Tamako intended to say ’it’s all your subjective guessing,’ but remembering Fushimi Roku’s teaching last time, she hesitated for a moment before obediently staying silent.

"Her disappearing from the hallway follows the same logic. That woman climbed over the railing and jumped directly onto the next-floor hallway, so Senior Watanabe never saw anyone walking toward him."

Fushimi Roku casually revealed the fruit of his wild guess as if it were a self-evident fact.

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