Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 793 - 482: Invisible Man

Fushimi Roku pretended not to notice the two people’s surprised reactions, and went straight to unlock Horie Kei’s handcuffs, leading him out of the station.

Minamoto Tamako snapped out of it, thinking this was one of Fushimi Roku’s strategies, such as pretending to release someone, waiting for Horie Kei to let his guard down, then suddenly questioning or ambushing him for a crucial confession...

But now, Horie Kei just left right in front of her, even waved goodbye politely before leaving.

"Just let him go like that?" Minamoto Tamako felt baffled.

"What else should we do? We have no evidence, and he refuses to confess," Fushimi Roku paused, crossing his arms: "If you’re willing to coerce a confession, that’s another story..."

"No way!" Minamoto Tamako immediately rejected, this violated her principles: "That’s illegal!"

"I’m sure the killer is definitely him." Fushimi Roku encouraged: "Isn’t that okay?"

"No means no!" Minamoto Tamako shook her head repeatedly: "If he really is the killer, I’ll catch him using legal methods!"

"Good! I admire your spirit! Then I’ll leave this arduous task to you!" Fushimi Roku slapped her shoulder.

"Huh?" Minamoto Tamako was once again stunned.

"Next, the killer will definitely strike again. You just need to keep an eye on him, conduct secret surveillance, and sooner or later, he’ll slip up." Fushimi Roku stood at the entrance of the station, wrapped his coat tighter, now that it’s getting chilly, he was only wearing two layers and felt a bit cold.

"But what if he’s not the killer?" Minamoto Tamako asked instinctively.

"Then you haven’t lost anything, at least you’ve ruled out a suspect. If the killer strikes again, you’ll be Horie Kei’s alibi." Fushimi Roku quickly walked back into the station.

Minamoto Tamako suddenly understood. Isn’t this what Mr. Deer just said about ’monitoring to catch in the act’?

Releasing someone was to allow for surveillance; as long as you keep someone under surveillance, a breakthrough can be made.

Three scenarios of the surveillance suddenly flashed in Minamoto Tamako’s mind:

The first scenario: Horie Kei doesn’t commit a crime, and the killer doesn’t strike again either; no fifth victim appears in Sugamo, which means Horie Kei’s suspicion is high;

The second scenario: Horie Kei doesn’t commit a crime, but the killer strikes again, a fifth victim appears in Sugamo, and at the time of the crime, Horie Kei is within Minamoto Tamako’s monitoring range, thus clearing Horie Kei of suspicion;

The third scenario: Horie Kei commits a crime, and she’s able to catch him on the spot, solving the case in one fell swoop, achieving a complete victory!

The more Minamoto Tamako thought about it, the more she felt that surveillance was a good idea. Although it sounded very simple, lacking technical content, and had never appeared in TV dramas or detective novels, it didn’t prevent it from being a good method.

Immediately after, she realized where there was a problem with this method: "How can I conduct 24-hour surveillance alone? At least someone has to take turns with me!"

Fushimi Roku had already walked into the station and waved: "Go find Watanabe Shun or Kazama Tatsuya, they’re very idle, they also draw a salary from me every month. It’s really a waste not to put them to work."

Minamoto Tamako grabbed him: "Then where are you going?"

Fushimi Roku said: "I’m going to a meeting, don’t I have to report to Chief Murata? Surveillance also requires filing an application report, doesn’t it?"

Only then did Minamoto Tamako remember the report about Mizutani Rika’s social circle, and quickly followed in, entering the conference room together. They weren’t too late; the meeting was only halfway through, so they joined in the middle.

The atmosphere in the conference room could be described as oppressive, with every elite criminal police member emanating an aura called ’pressure.’ Everyone had solemn faces, even breathing deeply seemed abrupt.

Murata An was sitting on the platform, summarizing the investigation reports from each team. Minamoto Tamako listened for a while and vaguely understood why everyone was so downcast.

There were only three days left until the deadline for solving the case, but the station had yet to find a single suspect.

At this rate, the Special Investigation Department might have to resort to Japan’s traditional criminal police skill of finding a scapegoat criminal with a record from the files.

If it really came to this, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department certainly wouldn’t give any grand commendations, it’d probably just be a matter of ’solved, job done’, quietly closing the case, appeasing politicians, with no rewards. If the matter leaked and aroused public opinion, there’d even be a risk of losing their jobs.

After Murata An summarized, Minamoto Tamako still didn’t hear which team of criminal police had found a suspect.

She vaguely had some expectation in her heart, hoping Chief Murata would notice her; now she and Fushimi Roku were the only team to have locked onto a suspect.

Perhaps they were the hope of the Special Investigation Department in solving the case!

Minamoto Tamako clenched her small fists, like a schoolchild waiting for a little red flower, eagerly hoping Chief Murata would call on her, asking how she had locked onto a suspect.

If she had the chance to speak in front of the entire Special Investigation Department and all the criminal police, she’d present her flawless logical deduction, leaving everyone astonished, winning hearty applause, and giving everyone a new impression of her!

Unfortunately, after Murata An finished speaking, she redirected the investigative approach, increased the workload for all criminal police, and finally had Minamoto Tamako supplement Mizutani Rika’s investigation report.

Minamoto Tamako quickly stood up, reciting the detailed investigation content she had conducted during this period, hoping someone would ask about the follow-up to the investigation.

However, while she was reporting, the other criminal police were either texting with their heads down or whispering and chatting. Even Chief Murata An was organizing documents on the desk. Everyone seemed to be listening, but it didn’t seem to be on their minds.

Minamoto Tamako felt a deep sense of frustration, as if she had returned to her days as a patrol police officer at the Nakagawara Police Station.