Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 839 - 505: Judgment

The live broadcast suddenly interrupted.

The TV station inserted an advertisement, starting to play a Kobayashi Pharmaceutical commercial.

A duty officer at Nakagawara Police Station complained, "Why did the signal have to cut off now? It’s not even a children’s show..."

A colleague nearby nodded in agreement, "It’s a paid channel, this is outrageous!"

Ogasawara Shunma and his companions squatted nearby, hands cuffed to a water pipe, unable to sit comfortably or bend straight, forced to endure in a crooked squat.

The police caught people but didn’t immediately send them to detention.

The criminal police knew well that starting a case would have bad repercussions; future crimes would mean bearing responsibility. It was better to hold them under the guise of an investigation, and release them after a couple of days. This way, they’d report to their superiors without weighing on their conscience or bearing responsibility.

A dozen people crouched by the water pipe, watching the live TV broadcast alongside the duty detectives.

"Did you see it clearly? Looks like someone was pushed off the building," Ogasawara Shunma whispered.

The person squatting next to him was Oda Takahiro, whose children had gone missing, with his daughter appearing in the video, and his son’s whereabouts still uncertain.

"I saw, it’s that guy Suzuki..." Oda Takahiro muttered through gritted teeth.

Ogasawara Shunma often heard the name ’Suzuki Matsu’, as the guy was well-known among the victims’ families support group.

"What actually happened? Looks quite severe." Ogasawara Shunma wasn’t really concerned; he had nothing else to do.

"Hmph, the more severe, the better," Oda Takahiro seemed somewhat gloating. "Just a bunch of drunkards and parasites, wasting taxpayers’ money..."

"What are you mumbling about!" The on-call detective stood up, pointing at him and scolded, "You bastard, just know how to create chaos for society—"

Oda Takahiro tried to stand up to confront him, but his wrist was tugged by the handcuffs, weakening his momentum.

"What are you looking at? Not satisfied?" The on-call detective was about to act, but a colleague pulled him back, calming him down.

The duty detective, knowing he was in the wrong, didn’t pursue further.

Actually, he also held resentment; despite working hard every day, often overtime, he ends up being labeled a ’parasite’ and a ’drunkard’. Who could feel good about that?

He didn’t know what those elites from East University, Qing University, Waseda were busy with daily, making the situation increasingly ugly...

At this point, the TV channel resumed its broadcast, distracting the detective from his argument, so he continued watching.

Ogasawara Shunma turned back, lowering his voice to advise, "Calm down, no need to be angry with them."

"You don’t understand," Oda Takahiro turned away, his wrist bleeding from the handcuffs, and coldly said, "When you see your daughter in a tape, you’ll understand how I feel."

"It’s not their fault either," Ogasawara Shunma still knew right from wrong, "If you’re to blame, blame those who abducted your daughter and the man in the video who killed her."

"I don’t care," Oda Takahiro replied.

Ogasawara Shunma truly didn’t understand; he couldn’t empathize. Before seeing his daughter in the video, Oda Takahiro was mild-mannered, speaking gently, but since finding out his daughter’s fate, he seemed like a different person.

Maybe hatred really can change a person.

Ogasawara Shunma didn’t want to see a companion in agony, he tried to divert attention by asking, "Regarding that man... do you have any clues?"

"Yes, I’ve already found out who he is," Oda Takahiro said.

Ogasawara Shunma was shocked; he thought Oda Takahiro was searching for a needle in a haystack, lucky to even find his daughter’s whereabouts, yet he also discovered the enemy’s whereabouts.

"Seriously? Are you sure it’s the same person from the video?" Ogasawara Shunma asked nervously.

The other companions nearby heard their conversation and gathered to inquire whether Oda Takahiro was speaking truthfully.

Oda Takahiro turned around, gesturing for Ogasawara Shunma to retrieve something from his pocket. The latter precariously reached back, hooking out a clipped newspaper page with a pinky.

"It’s him, the vice president of Kobayashi Pharmaceutical," Oda Takahiro said.

His tone was so calm that Ogasawara Shunma felt it was unreal.

Yet the man in the photo was indeed the same as the one in the video. In the so-called "trial," this man personally killed Oda Takahiro’s daughter to win the game.

"What do you plan to do?" Ogasawara Shunma asked.

"I don’t know, he’s a vice president, rich and powerful, what can I do?" Oda Takahiro’s voice was numb, "The police aren’t involved, even the tapes are set to be destroyed. That’s my last piece of evidence..."

Ogasawara Shunma didn’t know how to comfort; the others remained silent, facing the same dilemma:

—Fearing both losing a loved one and receiving the news of their death, and even more afraid of being unable to avenge them.

"Let’s just watch TV," Ogasawara Shunma tried to change the subject again.

Right now, all they could do, still bound, was pass the time watching TV.

The camera footage kept swaying slightly, indicating the professional photographer was also nervous.

In the midst of the night, one floor of the building glowed red from a window, a body hanging by the ledge, swaying in the wind.

A female reporter, holding a microphone, spoke quickly:

"Breaking news, Police Department’s Security Director Suzuki Matsu has been killed. Police are currently trying to retrieve the body, the motive of the robbers remains unclear, negotiation experts have arrived on scene, and are negotiating with the robbers..."