Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 778 - 474: Retribution Faces The Wicked

When Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako arrived at the scene, the street had already been cordoned off.

The patrol police were dispersing the onlookers, while firefighters set up a ladder to climb up the streetlamp and lower the body of the councilor. An identification officer in a blue uniform stood below, holding a bag and taking pictures.

"Heavenly Punishment again..."

"How many times has this happened now..."

"Sugamo’s security is really getting worse and worse..."

It was three in the afternoon on a working day, and there weren’t many pedestrians on the street. A few passersby stopped to watch, took some photos, chatted for a bit, and then left under the direction of the patrol police, as if they had grown accustomed to such sights.

Fushimi Roku was also wearing a trench coat just like the one he’d just gotten at the police department, without a shirt underneath, as he had planned to be lazy at home. If he unbuttoned the coat, others would see his striped pajamas, made of satin, which were very comfortable to sleep in.

He overheard the pedestrians talking and had a bad premonition, so he immediately took out his phone and dialed.

Minamoto Tamako had a small empty pipe in her mouth, looking around at the scene while also glancing stealthily at Fushimi Roku. She noticed Fushimi Roku dialing, hurried over to try and eavesdrop, and asked, "What’s going on, what’s going on? Who are you calling? Did you find any clues?"

Fushimi Roku put his index finger to his lips in a ’shush’ gesture, so Minamoto Tamako had to temporarily keep quiet. She stood on tiptoe and listened, and the call soon connected, with a voice on the other end that seemed somewhat familiar.

"Moshi moshi..."

The person hadn’t had time for pleasantries when Fushimi Roku interrupted, "Help me check the housing prices at Sugamo Sunshine Apartments today, thank you."

"Ah, is this Mr. Fushimi? Recently, there are a few new houses for sale..."

Minamoto Tamako recognized the voice; it was from the real estate agent they used before. She looked confusedly at Fushimi Roku, hoping he would offer some explanation.

Unfortunately, Fushimi Roku couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to her, and continued to use the ’shush, shush, shush’ gesture, urging the real estate agent, "Hurry! Check!"

A clatter of keyboard typing could be heard from the other end. A real estate agent capable of selling 20 million luxury homes is already an industry elite, with a computer as standard equipment.

"Uh, there’s some bad news; an hour ago, a murder happened in the Sugamo district again... house prices fell by five points... weird, why did it drop so fast..." The real estate agent was intrigued: "Hold on, I’ll go inquire first."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Fushimi Roku, hearing the beep of the busy tone, cursed in his heart.

He finally realized a very serious issue: the butterfly effect.

In the previous life, there was no Sugamo Apartment massacre, nor was there any green train conflict; Sugamo district at most was a gray area, managed by the Inakawa Association, reluctantly making it a chaotic yet orderly place... But now, Sugamo had turned into Gotham City, not even comparable to Mihua Town.

If a few criminals died, so be it, but an official died too, could this place still be developed? Would the city planning process fall behind?

Fushimi Roku thought of a case from a previous life where a criminal gang opposed the official powers, and the result was the state treating it as a terrorist attack, rendering the local economy lagging behind by twenty years.

...Would those broken apartments end up stuck in his hands?

Fushimi Roku foresaw two possibilities.

The first is that city planning is not affected, and the place will eventually be redeveloped; his 50 million investment instantly doubles, netting a few billion in redevelopment compensation, ensuring he never worries about his livelihood and becomes a wealthy capitalist.

The second is that city planning is hindered, and even in twenty years, the place won’t be redeveloped, becoming a half-finished building like Tokyo Bay, losing him 50 million, forever nailed to the pillar of shame, having to hear Minamoto Tamako remind him daily, ’Back then, you didn’t listen to my advice, and lost 50 million yen all at once’...

He absolutely couldn’t let his 50 million go down the drain!!

Fushimi Roku patted Minamoto Tamako’s shoulder, seriously saying, "We absolutely have to solve this case."

Minamoto Tamako was very gratified by Mr. Fushimi’s attitude. She felt it all came back, everything was coming back, the detective squad reaching its peak once again; but something felt off, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the connection between property prices and the murder case?"

Fushimi Roku naturally wouldn’t tell the truth: "Isn’t it often that similar plots appear in detective novels? Serial killers like to return to the crime scene and blend in with the crowd to observe."

"The ’scene attachment’ in criminal psychology suggests some killers view the crime scene as an ’extension of their self-will,’ and returning to the scene is akin to reliving their ’achievement,’ satisfying a latent desire for control or narcissism."

After saying this, he turned to suggest Minamoto Tamako observe the street: "There aren’t many people around, right? If the killer stays here long, they’d be very conspicuous, and it’s also inconvenient to drag a corpse here. So I deduce the killer lives nearby, secretly observing the scene through the apartment windows."

Minamoto Tamako felt a chill, quickly looked around, staring at the windows of the residential buildings on either side, constantly feeling as though malicious eyes were hiding behind them.

Then she quickly came to her senses, turning back to look at Fushimi Roku: "You’re just worried about the property prices dropping, aren’t you?"

Fushimi Roku felt like he couldn’t fool her as easily as before; if it were Minamoto Tamako from a year ago, she’d have believed him naively.

Fortunately, when the road rises one foot, the devil stands ten feet tall.

"You’ve changed," Fushimi Roku shook his head and sighed, "You’ve become impure. You’re not focusing on solving the case, but instead are doubting your teammates... I’m really disappointed in you."

Minamoto Tamako squinted her eyes, not saying a word.

Fushimi Roku coughed lightly: "If you’re doubting my deduction, please rebut it with deduction, and refrain from malicious speculation or personal attack."

"Oh."

Minamoto Tamako held the pipe with her little hand, carefully observing, trying to find any clues from the crime scene to rebut Fushimi Roku’s claim that ’the killer lives nearby.’

While they were chatting, the firefighters untied the rope around the neck of the corpse, and were about to carry the body down, when suddenly, some mechanism was triggered, and the lampshade of the streetlamp came off, along with a banner that unfurled.

The firefighter was startled, released his grip, and the body crashed to the ground, making a sound of bone and flesh colliding.

Everyone looked up, seeing the white banner flutter in the wind, with scarlet letters painted on it. Minamoto Tamako recognized it but wasn’t familiar, merely stunned for a moment.

On it, the words "Heavenly Punishment" were written.

Yet they were in traditional Chinese characters.

Most Japanese kanji are traditional characters.

The character "Heaven" didn’t have the ferocity of the Sugamo Apartment massacre case, with its bold and expansive strokes; the character "Punishment" was written as "罰," and the handwriting was completely different.

Another gust of autumn wind came, flipping the banner, revealing two more words on the back side.

"Dik Face"

Together it read, "Heavenly Punishment Unseen," a common phrase meaning "evil deeds immediately elicit evil outcomes," "karma in the universe, retribution is inescapable."