Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 815 - 494: Finding a Partner

The hall fell into a dead silence.

Everyone turned around simultaneously, including Minamoto Tamako, who widened her eyes.

Two seconds later, they reacted and quickly gathered around Mori Na, bombarding her with questions, and Minamoto Tamako couldn’t even squeeze in.

"Did you deduce this?"

"Why did you come to this conclusion?"

"Who do you suspect is the killer?"

...

Mori Na waved her hands repeatedly, trying to explain, but she couldn’t get a word in.

Fushimi Roku somehow emerged, waved his large hand to hold everyone back, and stood proud with his chest out, shielding Mori Na behind him. He loudly proclaimed, "Who’s the culprit?! Don’t be afraid, I’ve got your back. Point that person out right now! I’ll ruthlessly interrogate the suspect!"

He had also heard Mori Na’s shout earlier and, with a quick movement, made his way to the front, the first to launch an inquiry.

Everyone was taken aback and fell silent for a moment.

"Well, I was just thinking that if the novel’s plot was structured this way, the developments would be more exciting..." Mori Na was somewhat at a loss.

In fact, her judgment was correct. From the isolated island in "No One Survives" to the architectural trick in "Decagon House," from authentic mystery-solving to new authentic experiments, the snowbound mansion mode has always maintained a vigorous life force in Japanese mysteries.

But now, no one cared about that; they only felt that Mori Na was being troublesome.

"Please don’t shout such things!"

"Please, consider the occasion!"

"That’s why women aren’t suited for investigations..."

With such an interruption, the crowd lost the mood to linger any longer.

When questioning Minamoto Tamako, they vaguely had an idea, each having their own investigative direction.

Remaining here in idle thought would not solve the case, so Aoshima Harano and Kensaka Takataro raised their hands simultaneously, asking if they could leave the hall to investigate.

"Of course," Minamoto Tamako nodded and said, "Everyone can allocate their time freely and investigate around as you please. I’m sorry the assistance we can offer is very limited."

"That’s enough." Kensaka Takataro patted the booklet in his hand.

Aoshima Harano had foresight and continued to ask, "Weren’t there supposed to be four cases in total? When will the details of the next case be announced?"

Minamoto Tamako remembered this and realized she spoke too soon, as the investigators seemed not to have the freedom to allocate their time.

She took out a small notebook, flipped through the schedule, and somewhat embarrassedly said, "Ah, this... the next case will continue to be announced tomorrow night, one per day, over four days, expected to end on the fifth day..."

After speaking, Minamoto Tamako looked up eagerly: "The time might be a bit tight."

Grandfather had only given her a week, of which two days had been spent inviting guests and preparing for the wedding, leaving only five days.

Announcing one murder per day seemed to leave only one day for investigation...

Minamoto Tamako realized this, feeling particularly guilty.

There was no help for it; the actors arranged by the Kujo Family each had their schedules. Coordinating everything perfectly within five days was already the limit.

"Only one day for investigation? How could it be possible to solve the case?" Aoshima Harano voiced what everyone was thinking.

The others echoed, but their voices were not loud, like they were quietly grumbling and pleading for the organizer to extend the time.

Minamoto Tamako also felt it was a bit too harsh. She pondered for a moment, planning to announce the four cases all at once... skipping the live performance by actors didn’t seem to help solve the case anyway.

"No way!"

Fushimi Roku emerged again, waved his large hand to hold everyone back, stood with his chest out, and protected Minamoto Tamako behind him, saying loudly, "The wedding has already been set and cannot be casually altered! It’s all the bride’s hard work!"

Saying that, he turned and patted Minamoto Tamako on the shoulder: "Don’t worry, no matter what, I’ll support you."

Minamoto Tamako panicked a bit: "Ah, thank you, Mr. Deer. I’m really grateful for your concern, but..."

"No buts. I’ve rehearsed for two days. I must perform!"

Fushimi Roku’s attitude was very resolute. He glanced around, using a tone like "everyone here is trash", and continued, "Moreover, the gathering of famous detectives from all over Japan here means solving the case in one day should be easy... If they can’t, then they’re not much, right?"

This was aimed at everyone present.

Everyone gave Fushimi Roku a look that said, "What is this guy talking about?" But no one refuted him.

"But..."

Minamoto Tamako still wanted to retort.

Fushimi Roku cast his spell again: "Famous detectives should have the demeanor of famous detectives. The 10 million yen prize isn’t for just anyone. Those without confidence or ability should give up early."

"..."

Minamoto Tamako didn’t know what to say.

The novelist in the back was writing furiously: The first predicament the famous detectives encountered appeared! The organizer’s demanded time limit for solving the case seemed almost impossible. Would they retreat? If they chose to brave the challenge, how could they manage to solve the case in one day?

The stipulated time limit for solving the case seemed to increase the story’s tension, possibly attracting readers to continue reading. It seemed like a good idea...

The novelists were all smiling, but the detectives were all frowning.

Tsuboi Michiaki hid at the back of the crowd, bent over to pinch his nose, and deliberately spoke in a strange voice:

"This is too difficult, it’s impossible. Mr. Fushimi wouldn’t be planning to pocket the prize himself, would he?"

No one turned around because everyone was thinking that, and morale hit rock bottom.

Seeing this, Minamoto Tamako took a check from her pocket and, on-site, signed an amount of 50 million yen in front of everyone, pressing her signature, waving the check: