Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 806 - 489: Dog Head Man Special_2

It probably won’t be long before I’m externally transferred, or worse, directly dismissed... If there are any scandalous records, then you’re really doomed, waiting for them to dig up your past!

Minamoto Tamako looked around, and everyone lowered their heads.

Including Tsuchida Masahiro.

They said nothing, but everything was said.

After watching the videotape played by Tsuchida Masahiro, Ootomo Yuriko was a complete stranger to her, but that didn’t stop her from feeling sympathy, a sense of justice, and anger for what happened on the tape.

In the video, Ootomo Yuriko mentioned several times that she didn’t want to play anymore, she wanted to quit, she even pleaded towards the camera.

But the person filming showed no emotion, constantly focusing on the loser’s face until a loud boom was heard, making their heads explode into a bloody mist, seemingly mocking the weak and enjoying the thrill of victory with the winners in this manner.

"Really? Are you really going to destroy those videotapes?" Minamoto Tamako’s eyes swept around, recalling the pain of being kidnapped: "Right now, at this very moment, there are still people on that island calling for help—and the first thing you’re going to do is destroy the tapes?!"

The officer, also responsible for personnel, was perceptive; before Tamako could say anything more undignified, she grabbed Tamako’s shoulder and pushed her out of the office.

As Tamako walked out, she glanced back, finally remembering Fushimi Roku. She scanned the crowd but didn’t see Fushimi Roku’s figure, and she suddenly felt relieved.

At least Mr. Deer hasn’t become as numb as they are...

The office door clicked shut, and Tamako didn’t linger. She immediately dialed Fushimi Roku’s number, but his phone was constantly busy and couldn’t be reached.

Tamako had no choice but to go downstairs, return to the Nakagawara Police Station office, and ask other colleagues if they had seen Fushimi Roku.

"Wasn’t he upstairs with you at the Special Investigation Department meeting?" Kinosaki Shoujin looked bewildered.

"Oh, I just saw Senior Fujiwara leave through the front door, possibly going on a mission..." Abe Rokuro reminded from the side.

All the middle-tier elites were transferred to the Special Investigation Department, making the daily criminal work short-staffed. Abe Rokuro received a personnel transfer notice the next day and reported to the police station.

"No, he’s definitely skipping work." Kinosaki Shoujin was already used to it: "Isn’t Tamako also part of the Special Investigation Department? Even she doesn’t know what that guy is up to. He’s probably slacking off again..."

He lowered his head and continued handling the case files.

Nakagawara still had criminal disputes daily, even small ones, but they were disputes nonetheless. They couldn’t be ignored, right? Now, all his team members who could work were transferred, leaving him with a skeletal crew, like a lone commander, filled with resentment.

"No, I’m not a member of the Special Investigation Department anymore."

Minamoto Tamako pouted, as if sulking, but she was very serious inside, with a fire burning in her chest.

She took off her badge and slammed it on the desk: "I disdain..."

Minamoto Tamako intended to say ’I disdain being in league with those people’—but then she thought that was a bit harsh, after all, her colleagues were just following orders.

She paused and added the second half: "disdain doing bad things!"

With that, Minamoto Tamako turned and left, planning to go home and find Mr. Fushimi.

Kinosaki Shoujin sighed. He wanted to say, ’Since you’re not with the Special Investigation Department anymore, why don’t you handle some daily work at the station’... but Tamako didn’t give him the chance to speak, storming off in broad daylight, skipping work with impunity because she was the only one at the station who could leave and arrive on time and enjoy full vacations.

It happened to be the end of the workday.

Unaware of the hidden privileges she enjoyed, Minamoto Tamako hurried home, with only one thought in mind:

’I must tell Mr. Deer!’

Mr. Deer will surely support her!

They are part of the Detective Team, comrades of justice, and will never succumb. No matter how difficult the road ahead might be, they will investigate together and uncover the truth, just like before!

...

Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku was on the phone with Kujo Yua.

She had called fifteen minutes ago, swiftly explaining the situation and finally stating her intention: "Tell Tamako to stay out of this... It’s very troublesome, and it will become a political scandal, a ticking time bomb. From now on, anyone associated with it will face societal death."

"Haven’t you already dispatched officers to destroy the tapes?" Fushimi Roku asked with a hint of sarcasm.

He was indeed slacking off at home. Upon hearing the news, his first thought was to go buy some tapes to watch... to be fair, the games designed on Cat Island were quite intriguing.

If everyone volunteered to participate, it would be incredibly fun.

Unfortunately, this was destined to be a niche game, with players who were tricked into it.

"It’s too late; it’s just damage control now." Kujo Yua’s voice was cold, like a piece of ice, chilling him through the phone: "Don’t say ’you all’, it’s not something I can decide. It involves many, some of whom are innocent."

"Is that so?" Fushimi Roku didn’t believe it as he stood up, put on his coat, and prepared to leave.

Kujo Yua asked, "Haven’t you ever watched AV? Often, in AVs, actresses are coerced into filming. Maybe your favorite adult film is actually a result of the producers tricking the girls into signing a contract, then forcing them to smile for the camera, posing lewdly... Even if you’ve watched AV, does that make you guilty?"

She paused: "Many people just watch."

Fushimi Roku remained unmoved. He was an experienced lawyer, articulate, and quickly discerned Kujo Yua’s sophistry:

"Firstly, I must point out that the AV consumer market is distorted. Products like these should not circulate in the market. They’re inherently a product of twisted values, and consumers are the invisible accomplices."

"It’s like ivory and bear fur, also market commodities, and like AV, there’s a slogan, isn’t it? Oh right, no trading, no killing. Without AV, there would be no girls tricked into filming."

"By your logic, if consumers are innocent, then why is buying AV innocent but trading ivory guilty? Don’t you find the logic strange?"

Kujo Yua wasn’t backing down either: "I’m not here to debate with you."

Fushimi Roku shrugged, opened the room door, pressed the elevator button, and headed down: "I wasn’t planning to debate either, just politely refusing... Sorry, I can’t influence Tamako’s decision."

This time, Kujo Yua didn’t threaten or offer incentives. Instead, she said honestly, "I’ve been there. I don’t want Tamako to misunderstand." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Fushimi Roku had already suspected this.

Uesugi Shion had given him the Cat Island coordinates, and he hadn’t told Kujo Yua, so how did she know the coordinates and lead the criminal police to the island?

Now the answer was revealed; she had been to Cat Island.

The elevator dinged, and Fushimi Roku reached the first floor. Mansions were great—only three floors in total, and having an elevator saved him from taking extra steps.

"You can explain it to Tamako; I believe she won’t misunderstand you."

Fushimi Roku walked out of the courtyard, opened the gate, and stood by the roadside, stretching.

He quickly crossed the street to the intersection. It was a red light, and the road was bustling with traffic and people. He vaguely saw Minamoto Tamako on the other side of the road, tiptoeing and waving at him, appearing very anxious.

But the video store was on the other side, so Fushimi Roku pretended not to see her, planning to sneak off and buy the tapes. That way, when Tamako explained the situation, he could appear as if he already knew all the truths.

"There’s nothing for me to worry about," Kujo Yua said, "the problem lies with you."

"What?" Fushimi Roku stopped in his tracks.

"One of the tapes is titled ’Dog Head Man Special’... I’ve already seen it; the scar on your calf should still be there, right?"

Kujo Yua sighed deeply: "You know what I mean."