Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 770 - 468: Thrown in Jail

As he spoke, he peered around cautiously, "It must be a false alarm, right? After all, you wouldn’t... what’s that smell?"

The short detective also caught a whiff of the strong scent of gardenias. He gestured with his hand and said, "Can we come in and have a look around?"

Watanabe Shun cursed internally at the person who reported him, meddling in even such matters. Didn’t they know how many people sell themselves every day? Why didn’t they report the regulars instead of him?

Without much time to think, he could only feign a smile and say, "Let’s just leave it. I’m not quite decent right now... False alarm for sure, nothing to worry about."

The tall detective gave Watanabe Shun an up-and-down glance. Being in the profession, he could easily tell that Watanabe Shun was lying.

But in consideration of their colleague relationship, he decided to do him a favor, "Alright then, maybe it was a false alarm."

He then tugged on his partner’s sleeve and tilted his head, the short detective understood and said to Watanabe Shun, "Be careful next time."

"Uh-huh..." Watanabe Shun murmured while nodding, face slightly flushed.

The tall detective and the short detective left like that, and Watanabe Shun heaved a sigh of relief, planning to destroy the crime scene. He threw all the condoms into a trash can, put it in a garbage bag, and after checking out, carried it home.

In Japan, there are almost no public trash cans, and throwing garbage around would incur fines, so he had to take it home.

Watanabe Shun felt an intense sense of shame and guilt. Once home, he took a shower, opened a bottle of beer for himself, and planned to drown some of his anxiety in alcohol.

The black plastic bag sat on the table, and Watanabe Shun didn’t know what to do with it.

If he flushes it down the toilet, it would definitely clog the toilet; if he just throws it in the apartment’s garbage sorting area, the garbage collectors would surely find it.

Actually, it wouldn’t be a big deal if it’s discovered. In this day and age, who doesn’t have a private life? But having just gone through a room check at a hotel, Watanabe Shun was feeling paranoid, and combined with alcohol, his mind wasn’t working as well as usual.

Which wasn’t that smart to begin with.

Watanabe Shun mulled it over and decided to call some of his old friends, to ask how best to handle this.

He dialed three or four numbers, exchanged pleasantries, but just couldn’t bring himself to ask.

How does one even phrase such a question to someone else? Should he say, ’Hey bro, I just had a private session, and I don’t know how to dispose of used condoms’... Even the thought disgusted him.

Damn it!

Watanabe Shun increasingly regretted his momentary indulgence.

Maybe I should ask Mr. Fushimi? He’s full of clever ideas, maybe he has a way to deal with this...

Before Watanabe Shun could dial, the doorbell rang again. He got up to open the door, and there stood two policemen, one fat and one thin—his colleagues from Nakagawara Police Station.

"Ah, it’s Jun," said the fat detective, "sorry to disturb you late at night."

"What’s going on? Is there something wrong?" Watanabe Shun had a bad feeling.

The slim detective replied, "Someone reported that the resident in 1201 brought dangerous items into the apartment. Maybe it’s just another old lady getting suspicious."

Being reported twice in one day, even Watanabe Shun, whose nerves were thickened, sensed something was off. He furrowed his brow and leaned halfway out the door, looking around the hallway in confusion, "Who made the report?"

"You know the rules, it has to be kept confidential," said the fat detective.

Watanabe Shun uttered a sound of agreement, not knowing what to do next.

The slim detective asked, "Routine procedure, can we come in for an inspection?" He rubbed his hands together with excitement, adding, "And maybe have a couple of beers."

No one dislikes slacking off on the job. Rarely are there no real tasks during outdoor assignments, so might as well relax.

"Uh, well..." Watanabe Shun glanced back at the plastic bag, "how about another day, another day..."

The slim detective froze, feeling that Jun seemed a bit off.

Normally, Watanabe Shun never postponed drinking — it was always now, immediately, and he never refused anyone from entering his home. To say that Watanabe Shun never missed a drinking opportunity is no exaggeration. If his drinking capacity and conduct weren’t decent, he would likely have been considered a drunk by others.

The fat detective squinted, recalling some unsavory rumors at the police station...

Recently, the Police Department launched an anti-drug operation, and Watanabe Shun seized the most drugs and became a star officer in one fell swoop, but no one knew how the drugs were actually obtained. His fellow detectives never went on calls with him. Occasionally, he provided some leads, but the captures were always small fry, not matching the drug amounts confiscated.

At the time, there were rumors saying that Watanabe Shun might be an informant for the yakuza. No one paid much mind to it, considering it as mere jealousy of his achievements.

But now, the rumor seemed to have some credibility.

Maybe Jun really has a problem...

The fat detective tiptoed, peering over Watanabe Shun’s shoulder to see the black plastic bag on the table. His heart sank as he turned to look at the slim detective, whose eyes also reflected the word: 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

’Suspicion.’

Watanabe Shun thought his colleagues would be as easy to deal with as the Shinjuku detectives; their relationship was better, so surely they’d give face. Casually brushing them off, he prepared to close the door.

Suddenly, the fat detective wedged his foot in, blocking the door, "At least let us in for a glass of water? I’m really parched after the walk over."

Exposing a key informant in the yakuza would surely lead to a promotion and a salary raise, maybe even make them star officers, eventually bringing them to the headlines of "Criminal News"...

Watanabe Shun paused and asked, "Isn’t that the line our instructor taught us during training?"

Each month, the station has special training where the instructor teaches practical techniques, including ’how to enter a suspect’s home without a search warrant,’ with the first step being to relax a suspect’s vigilance by saying, ’at least let us in for a glass of water, I’m really parched after the walk over,’ as getting oral consent to enter the premises is key.

The fat detective went through this training, and naturally, so did Watanabe Shun.

"No, of course not, we really are thirsty," the fat detective replied with a smile.

"Look," Watanabe Shun handed him the can of beer he had just opened, "haven’t sipped it yet, it’s clean."

"We want water," the slim detective emphasized the word.

Finally realizing something was off, Watanabe Shun, filled with bewilderment and fear, took a good look at his old colleagues, noticing one wore a fake smile while the other looked on with vigilance.

What was going on?

Could it be... they’re here to bust me?

Watanabe Shun didn’t want his record tainted, nor his career as a detective dashed over such a small matter. He turned and ran into the living room, diving for the black plastic bag, intending to flush the evidence down the toilet.

This wasn’t a drug case, so there was no need to search the plumbing. Once the condoms were flushed, his colleagues would likely find delving into the sewer laborious and give up the investigation. He knew his coworkers’ tendencies well...

However, as Watanabe Shun ran a few steps, both the fat and the slim detectives charged after him.

They assumed Watanabe Shun wanted to destroy drugs, and their spirits heightened with excitement, thinking they had come across a big case that could lead to promotions and raises. Drawing strength from deep within, they apprehended Watanabe Shun with a pull from each side.

The three of them tussled in the living room, fighting over the black plastic bag.

Watanabe Shun held it tightly to his chest, shouting, "Brothers! Brothers! Let me off this time! I was just momentarily possessed—"

"Tell it to the judge!" the slim detective yelled.

The fat detective pressed down with his full weight, immobilizing Watanabe Shun, while the slim detective clawed and pulled at the bag, ignoring Shun’s pleas.

Neither side willing to yield, the fight gradually turned into a tug-of-war.

With a rip, the black plastic bag burst open. The fat and slim detectives quickly covered their mouths and noses, fearing mistakenly inhaling drugs.

What awaited them, however, was a splash of liquid across their faces.

...

And so, Watanabe Shun ended up in jail for prostitution.