Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 325 - 246: The Doll Kidnapper

While Mr. Lu was happily playing cards, Minamoto Tamako and her friends gathered at home, turned off the lights, and quietly waited.

More than an hour passed, and Fushimi Roku still had not returned.

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t call to urge him, otherwise it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore. Fushimi Roku was cunning, and she wasn’t good at lying; she might be exposed the moment she spoke.

Everyone was bored from waiting, and Watanabe Shun suggested playing the King’s Game in the dark, but Kazama Tatsuya vetoed the idea. Recently, the two had been drinking together often, especially Kazama Tatsuya, who had to have two glasses of vodka every night.

Moriyama Yasurou grew impatient, fiddling with his phone without knowing who he was texting.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of door banging downstairs accompanied by a tongue-lashing, and Minamoto Tamako vaguely heard words like ’pay back.’

She planned to go out and see what was happening but was held back by Watanabe Shun. If she went out and ran into Fushimi Roku, wouldn’t their wait be in vain?

"Such matters are for the apartment manager to handle!"

Watanabe Shun said with a tone of schadenfreude: "Debts must be repaid; it’s only fair. The loan company will only trouble the debtor, so let’s not get involved."

Minamoto Tamako was hesitant. After all, the noise downstairs was pretty fierce, probably heard by everyone in the apartment building. As a police officer, she couldn’t just act like nothing happened.

Just then, the living room door was finally knocked, and Minamoto Tamako hurriedly had everyone take their places, hiding in various corners of the living room and rooms, waiting to surprise Fushimi Roku once he stepped in.

Watanabe Shun held the cake and planned to smash it in Fushimi Roku’s face when he came in, under the guise of celebrating his birthday and taking revenge.

Unexpectedly, the person outside knocked continuously, increasingly urgent, yet no one opened the door.

Minamoto Tamako wondered if Mr. Fu Jian forgot his keys. Should she go open the door? What if she exposed herself...

"Officer Tamako! Officer Tamako, are you home?" came the shout of Shirakawa Junko from outside.

Watanabe Shun was disappointed, put down the cake, and complained: "What the heck, it’s not Mr. Fu Jian..."

Minamoto Tamako wore her slippers to open the door; Ms. Junko seemed to be looking for her... She usually had little interaction with the Shirakawa Family and didn’t know why Shirakawa Junko was looking for her.

"Coming, coming, what’s up..."

When Minamoto Tamako opened the door, a dark barrel of a gun was pushed in, aimed at her forehead, and shocked, she stepped back slowly.

Outside stood a group of mascots, cats, and dogs, half-hidden in the dark corridor, looking like those distributing flyers on the street in costume — the gun barrel protruded from the mouth of the mascot costume, the gun-holding arm was fair and plump, vaguely showing a familiar face peering, shockingly it was Shirakawa Miki.

"I-I’m sorry..."

Shirakawa Junko, dressed in a mouse mascot costume, shrank behind her mother and hung her head in shame.

Once the words were spoken, the mascot people rushed inside, trying to subdue everyone. Watanabe Shun, the least afraid, instinctively slapped the cake on the opponent’s head and unsurprisingly got a beating, being forced to lie down by the assailant with the gun butt.

Kazama Tatsuya and Moriyama Yasurou exchanged glances, very meekly raised three hands to surrender.

This group of mysterious individuals dared to attack the police armed, and their actions subduing Watanabe Shun were very professional — they were definitely desperate criminals.

Moriyama Yasurou suspected they were targeting Minamoto Tamako, possibly intending to abduct the Kujo Family’s heiress. This scene was indeed like the real deal, and they might all get silenced...

Minamoto Tamako was equally panicky; it was her first time encountering a kidnapping. Although the kidnappers were wearing funny mascot costumes, she felt no amusement, instead an indescribable sense of fear.

She had not yet had the chance to seek a negotiation when the mascot people took out zip ties and burlap sacks, binding them one by one, putting burlap sacks over their heads, and also putting mascot costumes on them.

Minamoto Tamako’s hands were tied behind her back, unable to see anything, breathing was stuffy, and the burlap sack scraped against her face. Her heart was filled with anxious unease, trying to verbally persuade the kidnappers to remain calm, but no matter what she said, she got no response.

Ten seconds later, she felt herself being lifted, a cold blunt object was pressed against her lower back, probably the barrel of a gun.

Shirakawa Miki’s voice came from beside her ear, sounding somewhat muffled: "Don’t play tricks, stay quiet, otherwise I’ll randomly shoot someone."

Minamoto Tamako was startled. She wasn’t afraid of being shot herself; as a criminal police officer, she had already prepared to sacrifice heroically... But if it involved Sister Yalan and others, she dared not take risks, fearing they would die because of her.

Watanabe Shun, Kazama Tatsuya, and Moriyama Yasurou had the same thought.

The four shared the status of hostages, and none dared to act rashly.

"There’s also a child, find them," Shirakawa Miki’s voice rang again: "That child can’t speak, possibly hiding in a box... Yes, move the cardboard box along."

Minamoto Tamako was startled again, hastily said that Sakurako was innocent, whatever matters could be directed at her. But the kidnappers ignored her, lifted the hostages, left the room, boldly went downstairs, and quickly sped into a van.

People passed by on the street, a girl with a little yellow cap held her mom’s hand, pointing at the theme park graphics on the van, exclaiming about wanting to go there.

The kidnapper responsible for driving even waved at the little girl, the mother showed an apologetic smile, then lowered her head to scold the child for shouting indiscriminately.

Once everyone was in the car, the driver stomped the gas and left.

Minamoto Tamako swayed inside the vehicle, recalling the auditorium of the police academy in the darkness, seeing Kawai’s corpse across the long red carpet... She thought she had forgotten that kind of fear, but suddenly realized her unease about her frailty had never faded.

She didn’t want to see her friends’ corpses again.

Minamoto Tamako took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She knew Fushimi Roku would definitely come to rescue her, but before that, she needed to figure out where she was.

Using the sound of the wheels rolling, the inertia of her swaying body, and the faint shouts from outside the window, she gradually outlined the driving trajectory in her mind.

The van drove through West Sugamo, passed through East Sugamo, the evening izakaya’s calls were evident, then halted briefly at the crossing for a red light, continued onward, heading to the highway, probably heading to the Harbor District...

Suddenly, Minamoto Tamako’s neck was pricked, a strong stinging sensation spread, cold liquid flushed the prickling, her mind became groggy, eyelids grew heavier, she realized she was sedated, tried to say something but her tongue did not obey.

Four or five seconds later, her head leaned sideways, and she passed out.

...

Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku returned to Sugamo Apartment, passing by Watanabe Shun’s home, seeing a group of underworld members angrily smashing the furniture.

He raised his collar to avoid being recognized, took the elevator upstairs back home, and opened the door with keys.

"I’m back..."

The room was pitch black; Fushimi Roku sensed something was wrong, instinctively grabbed a shoehorn as a weapon at the entrance and stealthily walked inside along the wall.

Click.

He reached out to turn on the light. Under the cold light, the living room was filled with ribbons and balloons, ’happy birthday’ hung on the wall, a half-unwrapped large cake stood on the table, atop it was a handwritten card.

Fushimi Roku glanced at the floor from the corner of his eye, remnants of the small cake and cream splattered everywhere. He remained cautious, reached out to take the card, discovering there was a Black Card taped behind it.

"Leader, beyond discipline awaits your truth"

"I am waiting for you in the new world "

"From your loyal follower"

...

Fushimi Roku took down the Black Card, gold embossed script printed on it:

——invitation.

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