Fushimi Roku borrowed the file, read it carefully, and realized his colleagues had it wrong; it wasn't solely Yakai Mutsumi who stabbed her husband to death, but rather both sides stabbed each other.

Only Yakai Mutsumi had thicker fat, so Kuroda Kotaro's stabs didn't injure her internal organs, allowing her to survive and successfully retaliate against her husband.

This shows that ancient generals having a big belly is reasonable.

Minamoto Tamako blamed herself terribly, believing that her failure to mediate properly inadvertently led to the outbreak of the couple's conflict, indirectly resulting in the murder... If she had gone to the Kuroda Family last night to dissuade them, perhaps she could have saved a life!

The other colleagues were long used to such matters and didn't take this incident to heart. The police had mediated several times, yet the couple wouldn't listen, who can be blamed for that? Should the police install cameras in the couple's home?

Instead, it was Minamoto Tamako who felt guilty over such matters, which was unusual.

This made them seem like cold-blooded, irresponsible cops, naturally gathering to whisper among themselves, mainly discussing whether Minamoto Tamako was merely pretending or truly feeling guilty.

Minamoto Tamako's ears were sharp, she heard it all clearly. Unable to stay in the police station, she applied to go out on duty, planning to handle this murder case.

Honestly, there's nothing much to investigate in this case; Yakai Mutsumi reported it right after committing the murder—at the time, she didn't know her husband would die, she just thought he fainted.

Afterwards, she proactively confessed, narrating the entire process, with no doubts about the case, evidence and witnesses are all present, just waiting for the prosecutor to charge and the deceased's family to sue.

But Minamoto Tamako still wanted to ask clearly, since they loathed each other, why not just divorce? Why did they have to reach the point of harming each other? Couldn't they break up peacefully?

Fushimi Roku noticed her unease, hurriedly caught up, and suggested accompanying her on duty. Minamoto Tamako had no objections, but her excitement for investigating cases with the detective team was gone, replaced only by guilt and some trepidation.

She had no idea how to face Yakai Mutsumi.

The two took the train, heading to the hospital, where Yakai Mutsumi was currently receiving medical treatment released on bail, awaiting the healing of her knife wounds before being transferred to the detention center.

Arriving at the hospital room door, Minamoto Tamako hesitated, not daring to enter.

Fushimi Roku pushed open the door, poked his head in to look; inside were two rows of hospital beds, three patients on each side, Yakai Mutsumi lying in the center, with a patrol police beside her. After all, it was a murder case, a police presence was required to prevent the suspect from escaping.

"How does Miss Mutsumi look?" Minamoto Tamako asked softly, "Is she badly injured? Is she awake or asleep now?"

Fushimi Roku stepped aside from the doorway and said, "Look for yourself and you'll know."

Minamoto Tamako gritted her teeth, walked into the hospital room, and said a phrase 'Sorry to bother you' quietly. The patrol police saw her and stood up, greeting her politely, Minamoto Tamako was now considered a senior.

"Ah, you're that female criminal police from that day!" Yakai Mutsumi pointed at Minamoto Tamako and exclaimed.

She was wearing an oversized patient's outfit, tightly stretched, with outlines of gauze beneath mainly on her abdomen, unclear how severe her injuries were.

"It's me," Minamoto Tamako introduced herself again, took a small stool, and sat beside the hospital bed, "I'm responsible for handling this murder case..."

Before she could finish, Yakai Mutsumi began to shout: "I acted in self-defense! I acted in self-defense! He stabbed me first!"

Minamoto Tamako gestured for her to calm down, nobody was accusing her of murder, there were just a few questions to ask.

Yakai Mutsumi remained anxious, looking vigilant, asked: "What do you want to ask? I've already said everything I should..."

"It's about your marital relationship," Minamoto Tamako started, unsure what specifically to ask. She mulled it over for a moment, prepared a rough draft in her mind, then continued: "Why did things get to this point with Mr. Kuroda?"

"What?"

The fat on Yakai Mutsumi's face quivered slightly, her expression shifting from guarded to puzzled.

Minamoto Tamako placed the file folder flat on her knees, her legs together, hands flat, sitting upright, asked seriously: "You must have gotten married because you loved each other, right? Then why has it turned into mutual hatred now?"

"This... this is my personal matter, right? It has nothing to do with self-defense! Why are you asking about these private details?" Yakai Mutsumi was reluctant to speak.

Minamoto Tamako pressed on, leaning slightly forward in a stance akin to a morning drama heroine, "Even if you don't like each other anymore, can't you break up peacefully? Can't you potentially remain friends later?"

Yakai Mutsumi leaned back slightly, pressing against the hospital bed, looked around at Fushimi Roku and the patrol police on the side, "What's going on? Is this some emotional reality show? There aren't cameras hidden in the corners, are there?"

Fushimi Roku shrugged, added for Minamoto Tamako, "If you explain well now, maybe you'll earn sympathy points in court, which would be beneficial for your future verdict."

Upon hearing this, Yakai Mutsumi turned her head back to Minamoto Tamako, opening up, revealing the story of her and Kuroda Kotaro's acquaintance, love, and journey into marriage.

Back then, she wasn't so big, only her face had a bit of flesh, considered to be of a cute type, she had many pursuers, Kuroda Kotaro being one of them.

To prove she wasn't lying, Yakai Mutsumi even retrieved a photo from her wallet, it was a wedding portrait.

Fushimi Roku sneakily glanced from the side, surprised that Yakai Mutsumi's words were true, the woman in the photo merely had a bit of baby fat, fitting the kawaii type, with large bears-- to put it crudely, a childlike adult... He originally thought Yakai Mutsumi was embellishing, considering overweight people's standards of slight chubbiness are often inaccurate.

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