Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 799 - 485: Assassination

Minamoto Tamako touched her head to the pillow and fell asleep within seconds.

She quickly drifted into a dream, where she captured the real culprit, received commendation from the police, and was awarded a special certificate by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Everyone in the Special Investigation Department looked at her with admiration and envy...

Meanwhile, her good partner, Fushimi Roku, who should have been watching the suspect, was browsing the latest issue of Shonen Jump Pu.

Living in Japan has its advantages; you don’t need translations to read manga, and you can see some great works that were previously cut short.

Shonen Jump Pu is truly Japan’s top manga magazine. Every work is uniquely designed, both long and short stories are captivating, and each issue is particularly thick, unlike some other manga magazines, which have only a few thin pages per issue.

Fushimi Roku became completely absorbed as he read.

While reading manga, he thought of a new method to avoid this tiring surveillance. All he needed was to apply to the court for a search warrant to investigate Horie Kei’s residence, likely uncovering some clues—it was undeniable that his water and electric meters at home had probably gone wild.

Even if he couldn’t obtain it, it wouldn’t matter; he could simply disguise himself as a delivery man and sneak in.

Fushimi Roku felt secure with this plan and continued reading manga, temporarily putting the matter aside.

Meanwhile, Abe Rokuro sat in a convenience store, wholeheartedly playing the role of a destitute, unemployed middle-aged man.

He disguised himself so well that he blended into the store, becoming part of its backdrop. Customers came and went, never lingering their gaze on him, as if he had become invisible.

A young couple in the store was playfully shoving each other and accidentally bumped into Abe Rokuro, quickly apologizing, "Ah, sorry, we didn’t see there was someone here."

Abe Rokuro waved his hand, indicating he didn’t mind, continuing to daydream by the window, gradually immersing himself into this mindset.

Ah, the world seems to be separated by a membrane...

"Isn’t it annoying? This feeling of being insignificant." Suddenly a man’s voice came from behind.

Abe Rokuro was startled, turning around in surprise to find Horie Kei standing behind him at some point, holding a cup of instant coffee: "My treat."

"Ah, what does this mean..." Abe Rokuro was a bit confused.

Horie Kei placed the coffee on the small table, wearing convenience store attire, looking like he was simply serving a customer, unnoticed by anyone.

"It’s nothing, just consider it a privilege for sitting here for long hours." Horie Kei seemed disinclined to chat further.

Abe Rokuro thought this was an opportunity to strike up a conversation. He didn’t want to miss it and quickly asked, "Is this an old customer privilege? So next time I come, can I still have it?"

Horie Kei was momentarily stunned, then laughed, "Come, and you’ll have it. Free refills, just cheap instant coffee."

Abe Rokuro was secretly delighted. Now he had a legitimate reason to keep an eye on Horie Kei without raising suspicion.

Horie Kei seemed to regard Abe Rokuro as one of his kind but didn’t seem keen on befriending him. Just offering a cup of coffee and not saying more, he returned to the counter, continuing to monitor the convenience store.

Abe Rokuro kept sitting idly; surveillance is a proud, tough job, forcing someone to fixate on the target, doing nothing else, not only boring and tedious but also mentally exhausting.

Fortunately, he persevered.

Until evening, when Horie Kei finished work and left, Abe Rokuro didn’t recklessly follow him but rather reported the situation to the van.

Fushimi Roku listened attentively, noted it in his booklet, handed him a thousand yen as a hardship allowance, telling him to continue tomorrow morning, rest tonight and let the predecessor continue the surveillance.

Abe Rokuro was deeply moved, feeling he had chosen the right people to follow, took the money, and left.

Fushimi Roku watched him walk away, then woke up Minamoto Tamako, nudged her shoulder, and said, "Wake up, it’s time for your shift."

Minamoto Tamako drowsily opened her eyes; she had just dreamed of becoming the "Nemesis of the Serial Killer," standing on a bigger award stage to speak but was awakened by the noise.

"So fast?"

Minamoto Tamako glanced up, "Anything unusual today?"

Fushimi Roku gave a brief report, not forgetting to add, "Surveilling the suspect is really tough. I’ve been keeping an eye on him, noting down everything he’s done."

As he spoke, he took out the booklet he had just recorded.

Minamoto Tamako quickly scanned it, not suspecting anything, and routinely drove the van, parked below Horie Kei’s apartment, and continued surveilling him.

"Why don’t we apply for a search warrant?" Fushimi Roku suggested.

He was tired of this exhausting surveillance, so it was indeed a good plan, albeit very tiring. Most criminal police solve cases this way, speculate to identify a suspect, then monitor non-stop 24 hours a day until the suspect commits the crime again to catch them red-handed.

"Without evidence, how would the court possibly approve?" Minamoto Tamako paid no heed, still with a telescope in hand, not even bothering to turn around.

Fushimi Roku urged, "Then we disguise as electricians or deliverymen to sneak into Horie Kei’s residence..."

"No way, that would be trespassing." Minamoto Tamako continued to oppose.

Fushimi Roku pouted; since Minamoto Tamako was asking for hardship, he couldn’t be blamed.

Anyway, he was having a relaxed time, watching TV in the car was no different from watching at home. Hungry, he could get off the car anytime, grab some food at a snack shop or an izakaya, without having to wait for delivery. He dubbed this lifestyle "urban camping."

And so, the surveillance days passed by four days. Three people took turns on duty, with one taking the opportunity to slack off.