Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 745 - 456: Marriage Mediator

Yakai Mutsumi started yelling again, loudly retorting in a cute girl’s voice, "You’re lying! When have I ever had a gambling habit before?"

"You often go and buy useless lottery tickets! And those scratch cards and egg machines, just because the amounts were small, I tolerated it and didn’t say anything!" Kuroda Kotaro raised his voice as well.

Yakai Mutsumi stomped her feet and shouted, "That’s money I earned myself, why shouldn’t I be allowed to buy them? I didn’t use your money to buy them back then! So you just assumed I was gambling, right? Then you found excuses to say it’s my fault and pushed all the blame for the domestic abuse on me! You’re such a terrible person!"

Kuroda Kotaro got agitated again, "I just pushed you a few times! That doesn’t count as domestic abuse!"

Yakai Mutsumi rolled up her sleeves, revealing bruises and swollen traces on her arms, "Nonsense! Liar! Last time you hit me outside in front of others! You even smashed a bottle on my head! My nails were broken, my legs went numb, and I crawled back home by myself!"

"That was all because of your gambling!" Kuroda Kotaro shouted.

"Clearly, it was because you abused me first, so I started gambling!" Yakai Mutsumi immediately countered.

Things turned back into a verbal spitting match. Minamoto Tamako, now more experienced, held up two files to shield herself on both sides. She mentally reviewed their arguments and realized the conflict had shifted from the "reason for gambling" to whether "small-scale betting counts as gambling."

This...

Minamoto Tamako questioned again, asking Kuroda Kotaro if he considered betting as gambling.

Without hesitation, Kuroda Kotaro said, "Of course it counts," shifting their argument from whether "small-scale betting counts as gambling" to whether "money earned by each spouse counts as joint property."

Kuroda Kotaro believed that although that money was earned by Yakai Mutsumi, it should also be considered joint property because she spent a lot of his money, but he never got to use a penny of hers, so it was still Yakai Mutsumi’s fault.

But Yakai Mutsumi didn’t see it that way. She immediately refuted, claiming that after marriage, Kuroda Kotaro had forced her to quit her job and become a full-time housewife solely for his pride, which resulted in the family losing part of its income.

She herself never wanted to be a full-time housewife. She wanted to be self-reliant and run her own shop, but she couldn’t go out to work, let alone save enough money to open a shop, so she turned to gambling to change her life.

So, the argument point shifted to whether "being a full-time housewife is right or wrong."

The more Minamoto Tamako asked, the more confused it became. The issues were pulled from east to west and back again... Both sides had their points, but both also had their issues.

How could this be mediated?

She was truly at a loss for what to do, finally understanding why the Patrol Police kept repeating the same things. It seemed that only saying those things could slightly deter the couple. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

As the saying goes, even a wise official can’t resolve domestic affairs. Even if Minamoto Tamako was Bao Qingtian in disguise, she couldn’t come to a resolution in a short time.

No wonder Chief Kikuchi warned her not to underestimate such cases...

Minamoto Tamako took a deep breath to calm herself and called for a stop again, "Stop arguing! This is a Police Station, not your home!"

Kuroda Kotaro and Yakai Mutsumi reluctantly fell silent, both turning their faces away with deep-seated hatred.

"Handling a case requires evidence. From now on, you can’t assume what the other person thinks. If you’re going to accuse someone, bring the evidence!" Minamoto Tamako patted the table, planning to imitate courtroom defense methods, "Now, Miss Mutsumi, you first! What problems do you see with Mr. Kuroda?"

"He commits domestic abuse!" Yakai Mutsumi pointed at Kuroda Kotaro’s nose.

"Do you have any evidence proving Mr. Kuroda’s domestic abuse?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

Yakai Mutsumi pulled up her sleeve again, pointing at her injuries, and said that the neighbors all heard and saw it, they could be witnesses!

Minamoto Tamako nodded, showing agreement, indicating that Yakai Mutsumi could conduct an injury assessment, and there was both testimonial and physical evidence.

Then she turned to Kuroda Kotaro and asked, "Now it’s Mr. Kuroda’s turn. What problems do you see with Miss Mutsumi?"

"She gambles!" Kuroda Kotaro pointed back at Yakai Mutsumi’s nose.

Minamoto Tamako continued, "Do you have any evidence proving that Miss Mutsumi gambles?"

Kuroda Kotaro pulled out a passbook, showing bank transactions, and said that the local pachinko shop owner could testify, as could the gambling shop owners!

Minamoto Tamako nodded again in approval. There was testimonial and physical evidence of gambling too, nothing to argue about.

She further asked, "Okay, since Mr. Kuroda claims that his domestic abuse is because his wife gambles, do you have any evidence to prove this?"

"This..." Kuroda Kotaro was momentarily speechless.

Minamoto Tamako turned back to Yakai Mutsumi, "Miss Mutsumi, just now you said your gambling was due to your husband’s domestic abuse. Do you have any evidence to prove this?"

"But..."

Yakai Mutsumi reacted quicker than Kuroda Kotaro, hastily saying, "Officer, you need to consider my situation! I’m a forced full-time housewife, suffering domestic abuse every day. Can you imagine the life I’m living? As a fellow woman, you should understand how I feel, right?"

Minamoto Tamako was a bit perplexed, scratching her head, "But... wasn’t it you who chose to marry Mr. Kuroda? Since you believe he’s excessive, why haven’t you divorced after all these years?"

"This..." Yakai Mutsumi also ran out of words.

Minamoto Tamako looked left and right, and now that both had calmed down, she was very satisfied and continued asking if they wanted to file a lawsuit against each other.

Yakai Mutsumi and Kuroda Kotaro exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Let’s just drop it... We apologize for bothering you all..."

Minamoto Tamako pondered whether to bring up a public prosecution, since she felt she had successfully prevented a crime from happening. But Yakai Mutsumi and Kuroda Kotaro didn’t give her the chance. It was clear this wasn’t their first time at the Police Station. After apologizing, they added a few disclaimers.

’We were just fooling around at the time,’ ’we weren’t really angry,’ ’we were going to peel fruit and just gestured accidentally,’ ’it’s entirely a misunderstanding, it’s all the Criminal Police officer’s fault for barging in...’

Such ambiguous testimonies, once spoken, made it impossible for the police to pursue the matter.

After all, going to court requires evidence, and even if it’s about motives, it must be inferred based on the person’s statement, not through third-party subjective assumptions.

Since a public prosecution was impossible, the case would end here.

Minamoto Tamako unlocked the handcuffs to release them, advising Miss Yakai Mutsumi that if she wanted to file a charge of domestic abuse or pursue divorce, she could call the police at any time, reminding her to protect herself and get rid of the bad habit of gambling; she likewise advised Kuroda Kotaro that if he wanted to file a charge of marital fraud or asset shifting, he could call the police at any time, reminding him to protect his salary and stop the habit of domestic abuse.

Kuroda Kotaro and Yakai Mutsumi nodded repeatedly and waved goodbye to Minamoto Tamako at the Police Station entrance.

Minamoto Tamako felt quite accomplished and much more relieved. She turned around to see her fellow officers at the station looking at her with admiration, applauding and praising her as the ’youngest and most capable Criminal Police officer.’

Flattered, Minamoto Tamako felt a bit elated, shyly saying, ’Oh, it’s nothing, really.’

On her way back to the police headquarters, she was practically skipping, overjoyed that she successfully closed a case and submitted the closing report to Chief Kikuchi before getting off work.

Kinosaki Shoujin skimmed through it, saying, "Well done, you’ve worked hard," to which Minamoto Tamako promptly stood at attention and saluted, loudly responding, "It was no hardship, it’s what I’m supposed to do!"

"Alright, you’ve been busy all day. Go home early," Kinosaki Shoujin waved his hand.

Minamoto Tamako nodded, clocked out, and eagerly went home to share the incident with Mr. Fushimi, who was lounging on the sofa watching TV.

Fushimi Roku listened and merely said ’eh’ without much follow-up.

Minamoto Tamako furrowed her brows, took off her blazer, placed it on the sofa arm, hung her hands on the sofa back, and leaned forward to ask, "What does ’eh’ mean?"

Fushimi Roku stared straight at the TV, saying, "It means ’you blew it.’