Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 779 - 475: The Third Victim

To prevent causing a commotion, the patrol police climbed up, took down the banner, and the identification officer took photos as evidence.

Minamoto Tamako quickly realized the murderer’s intention in doing this—this was a provocation, an outright provocation towards the enforcers!

She had to admit, Fushimi Roku’s line of reasoning was spot on; the murderer would definitely stay at the scene to ensure the mechanism triggering the banner’s fall, at least to see the mechanism activate with their own eyes.

Maybe the murderer was really hiding behind a window, constantly observing the crowd’s reaction.

Minamoto Tamako hurriedly grabbed a patrol police officer and whispered, "I suspect the murderer is nearby, please organize a blockade and search immediately..."

As she spoke, she noticed the patrol police officer appeared bewildered.

"Aren’t we supposed to clear the scene?" The patrol seemed a bit uncomfortable; he was new to the station and didn’t know how to handle a murder case or how to organize a blockade and search: "There’s still blood on the ground..."

Minamoto Tamako realized she was speaking into the void; a police station had only four or five patrol officers, all deployed to handle the scene, with no manpower left for a blockade and search.

She had no choice but to call Chief Kikuchi, reporting the situation on the scene and explaining her own reasoning, suggesting Chief Kikuchi send reinforcements.

"Another case like this..." Kinosaki Shoujin felt burdened from the bottom of his heart; he didn’t understand why there were so many lunatics in the world.

Crazies should be locked up! If you can’t raise a child properly, then don’t have one! Why let them out to create chaos for society!

He redeployed a few criminal police officers idling with paperwork, sending them over to help handle the murder case.

However, just as the scene hadn’t been locked down yet, a criminal police officer recognized the deceased, precisely.

This made the situation troublesome; the moment the police reported to higher-ups, news reporters, attracted by the smell of blood, rushed over. They surrounded the police line, taking frenzied shots of anything bloodstained.

Minamoto Tamako didn’t want to be photographed by the reporters, cupping her face as she hurriedly left.

Fushimi Roku didn’t follow her out; instead, he roamed around, occasionally glancing at windows, trying to spot the murderer through fraction entries.

Unfortunately, those gathered nearby seemed normal, and the distant windows were too far away to see clearly, even if someone was behind them.

The Police Department immediately established a Special Investigation Department, pulling elites from various investigation sections, aiming to clear this case within fifteen days.

Before returning to the station, the office had already been labeled ’Special Investigation Department.’ That’s the rule, as soon as it’s established, put a note on it, taking over the office space. Once the case concludes, the tag is taken down, returning the office to normal use.

Next came the meeting segment; the parachuted-in commander was named Murata An, a female Police Chief with short hair, around forty, looking very efficient.

Everyone arranged themselves in the conference room, Murata An seated at the head, accompanied by an administrative officer.

She sorted through some manuscripts, rubbing her forehead as she spoke, "I guess everyone already knows the identity of the deceased, but I will formally announce it according to procedure..."

"The deceased is male, 59 years old, named Takahashi Yoshi, a member of the House of Representatives belonging to the Liberal Democratic Party Takeshita Faction, long responsible for Tokyo’s construction budget reviews."

"Today, he went to Asahi News Station for an interview, instructed his private driver to stop on his way home, claiming he wanted to have a drink at an izakaya, but in reality, he went to meet a lover, got off around noon, lover’s identity unknown."

"At one in the afternoon, the body was discovered by an izakaya waiter on the shopping street, who then called the police. No witnesses saw the murder process beforehand, but an izakaya waiter saw a man wearing a mask fixing a streetlamp, whose face remains unidentified, no physical characteristics as he was half-sitting on a ladder, preventing height estimation."

"That’s all."

These are the things that can be openly stated.

On her way back to the police station, Minamoto Tamako discreetly inquired about Representative Takahashi, primarily by asking Mama-chan.

To her surprise, Representative Takahashi’s reputation in the political realm was at rock bottom. But no politician has a clean record; as long as there’s no conflict of interest, no one will expose each other’s weaknesses, so his public reputation was still somewhat maintained.

Not to mention, at the beginning of last year, Representative Takahashi accepted 120 million yen in political donations from Sect Hierarch Asahara Shoko, becoming the sect’s first political protector. He later used his budget review power to include the sect’s base in Yamanashi Prefecture’s Kamikuishiki Village on the whitelist, legitimizing its illegal land occupation and bypassing government inspections.

Moreover, he was very active in the news media; during parliamentary inquiries, he openly criticized ’Asahi News’ reports on ’cult activities hindering religious freedom,’ forcing the newspaper to retract a series of investigative reports.

This is just the tip of the iceberg found ostensibly; God knows what clandestine deals he engaged in, Minamoto Tamako dared not imagine.

In one word, this person’s death was well-deserved, "Heavenly Punishment" was accurately written.

These two Heavenly Punishment cases weren’t linked to the Sugamo Apartment massacre primarily because the handwriting of the two murderers was entirely different. The difference was so apparent that even elementary students could distinguish it, as the Sugamo Apartment massacre used simplified Chinese characters, while the Judge and Representative murder cases utilized traditional Chinese characters.

Minamoto Tamako suspected a copycat killer, voicing her opinion during the meeting.

Murata An adopted her idea, subsequently asking if anyone else had thoughts.

The selected investigation elites weren’t amateurs, and among them were high achievers in criminal psychology, from these two cases alone, they could infer many clues.

The first being the murderer’s target demographic.

Every serial killer has a preference in their victims; for instance, some like killing blonde women, others target specific professions, while some prefer killing children... The Judge and Representative murder cases had the same perpetrator, clearly targeting ’disgraced officials.’

The second is the murderer’s personal information, deduced from footprints, glove prints, clothing fibers, etc., indicating the murderer is male, aged 18-25, with violent tendencies, and relatively pale skin—the last of which Minamoto Tamako didn’t understand how they deduced. She wanted to know the reasoning process but unfortunately, others weren’t keen to indulge her curiosity.

In summary, the investigation meeting established the direction of inquiry.

One group would search for Representative Takahashi’s lover, who might have witnessed the murder; another group would filter through electrical repair companies based on the suspect’s description, and pursue connections through Takahashi’s social circles—the murderer knew Takahashi’s disembarkation spot, implying acquaintance with him.

Minamoto Tamako and Fushimi Roku were assigned to the same group, perhaps due to special attention from Commander Murata An, tasked with finding Representative Takahashi’s lover.

Minamoto Tamako’s work efficiency was very high; by that evening, she and Fushimi Roku had found Representative Takahashi’s female lover at Sugamo Apartment.

The woman was lying on the floor, motionless, already dead for some time.

"The third victim," Fushimi Roku, wearing white gloves, squatted beside the corpse, staring at the woman’s terrified expression, whispered to himself, "what crime have you committed this time?"