Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 798 - 484: It’s Up to You! Rokurou Beast! (Part 2)
Minamoto Tamako has pretty questionable aesthetics, thinking his pose seemed somewhat stylish. She secretly learned it and planned to show off with it next time she solves a case.
Famous detective’s mouth-wiping pose +1
Then she raised the binoculars and continued to monitor Horie Kei, countering, "No matter how small the probability, it’s not one hundred percent. Intuition can be wrong; only evidence speaks..."
Fushimi Roku confidently smiled, "Let me share a trivia: 99.9 repeating decimals equal one hundred percent."
"Huh?" Tamako blinked and turned back, "Is that true?"
Before Roku could answer, she shook her head, "I don’t believe it. You’re definitely making up weird stuff to fool me again."
"Believe it or not, fact proves I’m right." Roku continued watching TV dramas.
"Why don’t you sleep first, otherwise you won’t hold up tonight," Tamako suggested.
"I won’t, trust me," Roku casually bluffed, "Another trivia: human sleep duration can accumulate. I sleep eight hours a day, sometimes nine or even ten. The extra hour or two are my accumulated sleep hours. When I need to stay up, I can use them anytime."
"Then you definitely have brain issues." Tamako completely disbelieved him; this notion was too far-fetched.
"Believe it or not," Roku didn’t bother to argue.
Tamako focused on the surveillance, staying up all night until dawn. Despite Roku’s claim of not sleeping, his body was honest, lying down on time with a small blanket.
When Horie Kei stepped out for work, Tamako hurriedly followed by car. Parking at the convenience store entrance, she was so exhausted she nudged the lazy pig, Roku: "Wake up, it’s your shift."
"Ugh, so early..."
Roku sleepily woke up, stretching, "I have to work without even brushing my teeth, life’s tough..."
Tamako dove into the warm bed, instantly feeling the cozy heat: "Stop complaining, I haven’t brushed mine either."
"Well, do you have bad breath?" Roku asked.
"I won’t tell you." Tamako turned away from Roku.
"Let me smell." Roku circled around, leaned close to Tamako, his nose nudging her face.
Tamako got a bit annoyed, slapped his arm lightly. Roku, with widened eyes, feigned injury: "You actually hit me!" He reached into the quilt, tickling Tamako’s sensitive spots, aiming for playful revenge.
Tamako giggled aloud, wriggling on the bed, her little hands flapping, pleading for Roku to stop.
Roku grew more spirited, the two rolled together, inexplicably ending up cuddling on the bed.
Feeling comfortable in the embrace, Tamako ran out of energy for antics, inexplicably wanting a replenishing kiss, but hesitated for fear of bad breath.
Roku didn’t care, claiming bad breath is mostly age-related due to metabolism issues. Children’s mouths aren’t smelly unless neglecting dental hygiene. Tamako’s metabolism was fine, so her mouth felt fresh for a morning kiss.
He prepared for a sneak attack, when suddenly there was a knock on the car window.
The two looked up simultaneously, seeing Patrol Police Rokurou standing outside the car door, hands cupped around his eyes against the glass.
Tamako kicked Roku off the bed, her head quickly retreating under the blanket.
Roku annoyedly went over to lower the car window, taking the initiative: "What are you doing?"
"Ah, Senior Fushimi!" Rokurou clearly didn’t expect the car incident involved two seniors: "Um, this is, not very appropriate, it’s bad for the neighborhood’s appearance..."
"What nonsense is this? Isn’t parking allowed here?" Roku poked his head out the window, glancing at the sign.
Yes indeed, it was a parking zone. What was this guy here for?
"Parking is allowed, but can’t do weird stuff in the car," Rokurou tactfully reminded.
"Ridiculous, the car interior is a private area, I can even poop inside, you can’t intervene!" Roku tapped his cap brim, "I see you’re just trying to peep, stop acting!"
"No, I didn’t mean that..." Rokurou panicked, for Senior Fushimi had indeed pierced his secret thoughts.
Seeing a car scandal out on the street, who could resist being nosy?
"I’m done with you! You dirty-minded guy!" Roku tapped again, "What do you think we’re doing? We’re on duty!"
Suddenly inspired, Roku grabbed Rokurou’s face, directing him towards the store: "See that store clerk? He’s the prime suspect of a serial murder case."
Rokurou had a realization: "So you were shadowing?"
Roku nodded, "Yep, was just changing shifts."
Rokurou wanted to ask what shift requires changing in bed, but he held back, obediently feigning enlightenment: "Ah, I misunderstood you, seniors. I deeply apologize."
Roku waved it off, saying: "Since you sincerely seek forgiveness, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself."
Patrol Police Rokurou sensed something amiss: "Um, I don’t think redeeming is necessary yet..."
Roku completely ignored, gripping his shoulder, directing him towards the store: "Now, replace me in monitoring that suspect, and I’ll forgive the damages you inflicted emotionally."
"What? But I have to patrol..."
Rokurou’s words were cut short by Roku: "Forget patrolling! Think about it, patrolling for ten years won’t compare to one meritorious achievement."
Rokurou pondered briefly, then shook his head.
"Right!" Roku pressed on: "Catching a major serial killer, promotion may be hard, but isn’t it guaranteed to rise in rank? Don’t you want to be Criminal Police?"
"Yes! I’ve always seen seniors as role models!" Rokurou stood upright, seeing hope in promotion.
When large cases occur at the police department, hard labor is given to patrol police, leaving Criminal Police to take the credit, fueling his dissatisfaction.
"That’s more like it," Roku nodded in satisfaction, "Back when I was at Nakagawara Police Station, never did patrolling. Look at Tamako and me, we climbed up by solving cases! Got it? Case-solving is the way!"
"Yes!" Rokurou nodded, "I will diligently monitor the suspect!"
"Seeing your enthusiasm, I can rest easy." Roku patted his shoulder, his upper body retreating back into the minivan, "I’ve stayed up all night and can’t hold on anymore; the rest is up to you."
Rokurou saluted, feeling the weight of responsibility.
He had been waiting for this day.
Back in the day, he felt intense remorse for not preventing a suicide case at the bridge.
Senior Watanabe could deduce clues (actually his own deduction, but unaware due to Chapter 368), Officer Yuan could command investigations, Senior Fujiwara could capture criminals, yet he was merely stuck with trivial and social investigation tasks.
Abe Rokurou deeply resented his impotence, determined not to repeat it, working tirelessly on reading, learning, and practicing marksmanship, even rehearsing tailing techniques when encountering suspicious people during patrols.
Day after day, Rokurou relentlessly endured, shedding sweat just to one day prove himself!
Now, his chance had arrived!
He dashed back to the Police Station at full speed, zealously asking the chief for extended leave. The chief, assuming it was urgent, unknowingly approved the leave, watching him hurriedly change into casual clothes and leave with a suitcase.
On his way to the convenience store, Rokurou applied his disguise, donning a wig, draping a jacket, hunching his back, and slowing his pace, transforming into a lethargic, long-unemployed middle-aged man.
Nowadays, unemployed middle-aged men were ubiquitous, often idling on public benches or lounging in convenience stores for air conditioning or phone charging.
Thus, Abe Rokurou boldly entered the convenience store, settled on the bench, and feigned boredom flipping through a magazine.
