Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 780 - 476: Good Cop and Bad Cop

Takashi’s lover is called Mizutani Rika.

To be specific, they are not in a romantic relationship, but rather an employment one—Mizutani Rika is a cadre of the Yamaguchi Group, recently helping Congressman Takashi launder money, and incidentally taking care of his personal physical needs.

That’s why Congressman Takashi got off the car alone, for reasons that cannot be seen out in the open; naturally, he can’t bring anyone along. If it were just a normal lover, Congressman Takashi would likely have the driver take them to their destination and have a bodyguard stand watch.

The crime scene was handled extremely cleanly; no fingerprints, no strands of hair, no footprints... The air is filled with the scent of disinfectant.

The interior is not like the street, lacking many witnesses, allowing the murderer to handle the scene gracefully.

The investigation range was doubled, and before the police could list potential suspects, a fourth victim was already murdered.

As expected, the deceased was a Ministry of Health official with a history of misconduct.

But this deceased differs from the other two victims, his public reputation was superb while alive; both outwardly and in political circles, he was considered a ’good person’ in the traditional sense—until his sordid deeds were uncovered after his death.

The speed at which the killer murders is faster than the police’s investigation pace, with what seems like a blacklist of officials, they know the officials’ misconduct histories better than the active criminal investigators.

The police have to adjust their investigation direction; some elite criminal officers speculate the killer is a disgraced official, while other investigation officers suspect the killer is a mob’s white glove. Both sides can’t convince the other, so they split into two groups to investigate.

Initially, the investigation department had adequate manpower, but once divided like this, it seemed rather lacking.

The professional group of elites was assigned to investigate Congressman Takashi, while another group would look into the fourth deceased Nanjo Koya, with Murata An as advisor investigating the judges... Divided further until only Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako remained, responsible for investigating Mizutani Rika’s social circle, checking out suspicious individuals.

For a moment, the Special Investigation Department was bustling with activity, phones ringing incessantly in the early morning hours. The whole team rested none, relying on energy potions for alertness. After Nanjo Koya’s death, the Director of Criminal Affairs ordered again, demanding the killer be found with the deadline for solving the case reduced from fifteen days to seven.

Criminal investigators from various factions secretly competed, aiming to capture the killer first. If one could solve such a serial killing case, it would surely be a major achievement, a tangible political achievement.

Minamoto Tamako also wanted to make a contribution. She diligently visited, trying to investigate Mizutani Rika’s social circle, but ended up being rejected time after time. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The Yamaguchi Group completely refused to cooperate with police inquiries; as soon as Minamoto Tamako revealed her identity, all gang members fell silent... She tried to find Mizutani Rika’s female friends, only to discover that Mizutani Rika’s close friends were also members of the Yamaguchi Group.

After a difficult time, she entrusted probation-available Watanabe Shun within to investigate, but the results were all useless information; Mizutani Rika’s recent social circle had no suspect targets.

Minamoto Tamako found herself in a dead end, unsure where to start investigating, and planned to ask Fushimi Roku about the situation on his side.

To improve efficiency, they agreed to investigate separately, and now Minamoto Tamako could manage by herself, no longer needing Fushimi Roku to follow behind her all the time.

Minamoto Tamako went home, took a shower, and napped for three hours until being woken by an alarm clock, then called Fushimi Roku to ask what he was recently investigating and what results he had.

Fushimi Roku replied with just one sentence: "Come to Tokyo Daiba, enter Fuji TV Station’s studio."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Minamoto Tamako felt bewildered; she called back, but Fushimi Roku didn’t answer, nor did he reply to messages. She had no choice but to put on a small coat, hesitated for a moment, then also took a small pipe with her, and drove to Tokyo Daiba.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the studio, without even having a chance to call Fushimi Roku, when she was pulled by an office worker with a work badge: "Is this Miss Yuuzi?"

"It’s me, and you are..."

Before Minamoto Tamako could finish asking, the office worker pressed a walkie-talkie: "Got her!" With that, she pulled Minamoto Tamako, pushed open the soundproof door with a "No Entry for Unauthorized Personnel" sign posted on it, and a warm mix of hair gel, instant coffee, and stage dust smelled overwhelming.

Several old-style spotlights dangling from the studio’s ceiling, with silver-grey lamp holders like intersecting steel frames, a group of deep brown leather sofas are arranged in the center, and a large wooden table with microphones sits in front. The wires loop around the table legs to the floor, entangled with other colorful cables. A staff member crouches beside it, using tape to fix the wires into the floor cracks, preventing anyone from tripping.

Minamoto Tamako found it dazzling; she wondered what’s going on? Why did Mr. Deer ask me to come to a TV station? Could the killer actually be a reporter?

The office worker took her backstage, pushing her into the makeup room where Fushimi Roku was sitting at the makeup desk, a makeup artist busily applying powder to his face constantly just to make him appear more lively when on camera.

Minamoto Tamako clutched a pipe with her small hand, with a tuft of hair bobbing as she looked around hesitantly: "What’s... going on?"

"Investigating a case." Fushimi Roku sat on the chair, lowered his head to read a white paper resembling a dossier.

The makeup artist had just finished styling, advising: "Avoid water, try to sweat less, call me if you need anything." After speaking, she hurriedly left with a makeup kit to do another artist’s makeup.

For a few seconds, Minamoto Tamako truly thought Fushimi Roku was here to investigate a case. Until she sat beside Fushimi Roku, leaned closer, glanced over, discovered that Fushimi Roku was reading not a dossier but a script, and her small face fell: "What exactly are you doing?"