Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 187: Too proud

A week later, the Metropolitan Police Department held a memorial service.

Police officers who died in the line of duty will be buried in a cemetery. The police will award medals of honor to the deceased, pay pensions to their families, and also contract the funerals of high-ranking police officers who died in the line of duty.

The sky was gray and there were puddles of various sizes on the road. The police officers participating in the memorial service were all wearing black and white suits with white chrysanthemums pinned to their collars. The reception staff stood at the gate of the cemetery and offered incense; Kinoshita Shohen spoke as a representative and addressed everyone.

Most of the deceased's family members have already held funerals, and now only the ashes are left, ready to be placed in the ossuary. Yuan Yuzi, wearing a black dress, stood in the crowd and looked up to see the urns neatly arranged.

The entire memorial service was not as solemn as imagined. After everyone gave flowers, they gathered together to smoke and chat for three to five minutes, and then dispersed.

In less than an hour, the memorial service was over. The guests left in twos and threes, and when they passed by Yuan Yuzi, they would take a second look at her. Director Moriki advised her to go back and rest, but she insisted on staying, so Director Moriki could not say anything more.

After everyone had left, Yuan Yuzi stood alone in the cemetery. She turned her head to look at the row of tombstones and felt a void in her heart.

Grandpa couldn't even be buried properly or worshipped, and his bones were eaten by insects and ants... Was it really right for her to do this?

She recalled what Instructor Bai Tian had taught her: If we disregard the law for personal reasons, how can we talk about fairness? Without fairness, how can we talk about justice?

A person holding a sword is always successful, but he may become a sacrifice for the sword's sharpening at any time.

Just like now.

……

Takusai Kazama, wearing a suit and a wide-brimmed hat, stood outside the cemetery, looking at Gen Tamako's back through the railings.

He held a chrysanthemum in his right hand, and the sleeve of his left arm was empty, swaying in the wind.

"Aren't you going to comfort her?" Kazama Takusai turned his head and looked behind him.

Fushimi Shika was sitting in a wheelchair next to a roadside tree. He finally remembered what he had forgotten, so he rushed to attend the memorial service.

"I won't coax her. You did something bad yourself, and you want me to clean up after you?" Fushimi Shika glanced at him. He never missed any opportunity to add insult to injury. "Even if she cries to death or hangs herself, it's still your fault. How can you let others cover for your own mistakes?"

It was rare that Kazama Takusai did not refute, nor did he use his police rank to suppress Jianlu. He sighed deeply, as if he wanted to expel the depression in his chest, but it was useless. He could only take out the cigarette box with one hand, smoke a cigarette, light it up and take a deep breath, and then he felt a little better.

"Well, it's my fault."

Fengjian Takusai nodded: "As long as it can make her feel better, I can die... Qianji is dead, someone should atone for her sins."

"Then you might as well die." said Fushimi Shika.

Kazama Takusai turned around and walked away. Fushimi Shika quickly reached out to grab him, and the wheelchair followed behind him like a train: "Are you crazy? I was just joking! Wouldn't she be even more sad if you died? Why do you think she made such a big sacrifice?"

"I'm just her senior. There's no need for her to hide the truth for me..."

"Bullshit! What's with the term 'senior' or not? Stop flattering yourself. Could it be that in her heart, the status of a senior is more important than that of a grandfather?" Fushimi Shika wanted to kick her, but unfortunately his leg was in a cast and his left hand was hanging on his shoulder, so he couldn't exert any strength at all.

"What's that for?" Kazama Takusai stopped and asked with red eyes.

"Because you're still alive."

Fushimi Shika paused and said, "The dead are dead, and there is no way to save them; the living are still alive, and there is still a future... It's that simple."

Takusai Kazama was speechless for a moment. He looked at Gen Tamaki again and suddenly felt that Fushimi Shika's behavior was extremely cruel.

"Stop pretending to be so profound, like a fool." Fushimi Shika pulled out a few yellowed straw papers from under the cushion and handed them over. "Here, take them and give them to Yuan Yuzi. They will cheer her up again."

"What is this?" Kazama Takusai took the paper.

"Her grandfather's diary, I finally got it from Kujo Yui... Ugh, I found it from her hometown." Fushimi Shika reminded him, "You know what to say later, right?"

Feng Jiantuo read the contents of the paper at a glance, and immediately understood. He said "hmm", hesitated for a moment, held down his hat with one hand, and hurried into the cemetery.

Fushimi looked at the backs of the two people, and saw that Kazama Takusai took the initiative to talk to them. The two faced each other, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn. He handed the stack of paper to Yuan Yuzi, who learned that it was her grandfather's relic and took it with trembling hands.

……

Cloudy on August 3th
The dog is here again.

The old man who lives next door gave me an idea. Just spray some pesticide on the flowers and plants and the vicious dog will be poisoned to death.

In this way, even if someone holds me accountable later, I will be in the right: what's wrong with spraying pesticides on my own flowers and plants? It's not like I deliberately poisoned them. If anyone is to blame, it's the dog owner who didn't take good care of it.

But I know in my heart that spraying pesticides is aimed at killing dogs.

just forget it.

……

February 3rd light rain

The peony that grew best died.

A few days ago, I showed it to Mr. Guwu, and he praised my skill in growing flowers. It was fate that killed it before the flowering period was over. Mr. Guwu advised me again, saying that flowers and plants are lives, and dogs are also lives, and one life for another is only natural. I thought it made sense, but I also felt it was wrong, so I still didn't spray pesticides.

……

February 3rd light rain

That dog bit my granddaughter, so I couldn't let it go. I was so angry that I killed it along with several stray dogs. Only then did I feel relieved.

……

February 3rd light rain

That dog is not a stray dog, it has an owner.

The dog owner is a child. She posted missing dog notices everywhere, and was quite anxious. Guwusan gloated over the dog owner's misfortune, saying that the dog owner deserved it. I felt a little regretful, thinking that I was too impulsive yesterday, but I also felt unfair for not killing the dog. I didn't know whether I should tell the dog owner the truth. I was in a dilemma and was quite entangled.

……

Sunny September 4
I figured it out. The lives of plants and trees cannot be exchanged for the lives of pigs and dogs. Life is divided into high and low, and human life is the most important, so those dogs deserve to die. I did nothing wrong. If I continue to conceal it, I will feel guilty. Therefore, I found the dog owner and told him the truth.

The dog owner was very sad. She questioned me, "Flowers and plants are lives, dogs are lives too, why are my flowers and plants more valuable than her dog's life?" I said that flowers and plants are naturally not as valuable as dog's life, but human life is more valuable than dog's life, and those dogs are very dangerous, so they deserve to die." She was probably angry and asked, "Why is human life more valuable than dog's life? Who set the standard? If you kill dogs at will today, won't you kill people at will tomorrow?"
I couldn't say a word in reply, I could only say that she was making a fuss. She held a grudge against me, but her parents apologized to me instead.

……

Cloudy on August 4th
Mr. Guwu invited me to drink and told me not to worry about it anymore.

……

February 4rd light rain

My granddaughter had an argument with me.

She saw me secretly burying the dog's body and knew that the dog's owner was looking for the dog, but she pretended not to know and asked me why I was upset recently. I didn't want to tell her about killing the dog, but she was stubborn and would get to the bottom of it, so I changed the explanation: "I was upset because I destroyed someone else's beloved thing for the sake of justice."

My granddaughter said, "It's okay. If you do good things, others will thank you." I said, "If the person is gone, who will thank you? If no one sees it, then it's a waste of good deeds."

The granddaughter said: "How can this be true? According to this, as long as no one sees, you can do bad things?"

I felt slightly relieved and touched her head.

Unexpectedly, my granddaughter shook off my hand, blaming me for not telling her the truth, and said: "Killing someone means paying with one's life, and debts mean paying back. It's only natural. Who would dare not be happy?"

This was too harsh, but I couldn't spoil her, so I said, "What if I, old man, killed someone?" The granddaughter was shocked and couldn't answer.

She was a little confused, but I had the answer in my mind.

There are too many things in the world that cannot be sorted out. I could have poisoned the dog and condemned the dog owner on the basis of morality and law; I could have not told the dog owner the truth and let her keep searching for her beloved dog... But it is precisely because there are too many things in the world that cannot be sorted out, and it is precisely because people's hearts always have a dark side, that we should be more tolerant and upright.

……

September 4

Unfortunately, the dog owner moved away. I didn't have a chance to apologize again.

My granddaughter is still angry with me. She doesn't like being kept in the dark and is always too eager to find the truth. I am worried that she will suffer in the future, but I don't know how to persuade her. I can only tell her over and over again:

——Be brave and believe in the one you love, even if you are covered in bruises.

……

The wind blows through the treetops, the pages rustle, and the wild flowers beside the grave sway in the wind. Death always gives birth to new life.

Yuan Yuzi's dark eyes lit up again. Her nose felt sore, but she couldn't cry. The light burst out from the bottom of her heart and dispelled the fog in front of her eyes.

She wiped away her tears with a look of relief and sat down beside the blank tombstone.

Takusai Kazama patted her shoulder and turned to leave.

Fushimi Shika was waiting at the entrance of the cemetery. When she saw him coming out, she pulled out another stack of letter paper from under the wheelchair cushion: "Here, this is for you. It's Qianji's suicide note."

"I don't need it." said Takusa Kazama.

"Keep it here," Fushimi Lu stuffed the stack of papers into his pocket. "When you can't bear it anymore, take it out and read it."

"Can't you be more tactful?" Fengjian Takusai said with a wry smile: "Even if you lie to me, it's just like you lied to Yuan Yuzi."

"I'm warning you, don't slander me. When did I lie to her?" Fushimi Shika was very unhappy. He had wasted all this effort in vain, and his good intentions were not rewarded.

Fengjian Takusai did not argue with him. He took out the stack of "suicide notes" and lit it with a lighter, letting it turn into a pile of ashes in the wind.

"Let me ask you a question," he stared at the firelight and suddenly said, "If a tram is coming, there are two children lying on the rails, an old man is standing on the switch, and there is a wrench in front of you, what will you choose..."

"Of course it's a lever," Fushimi Shika said with a look of idiocy on his face, "Didn't you learn math in elementary school? Let me give you some basic knowledge. In fact, two is one."

"Wouldn't that make him a murderer?" asked Takusai Kazama.

"So what?" Fushimi Shika asked back.

Now Kazama Takusai was speechless. He felt that he shouldn't have asked this question. After a moment of silence, he was still a little unwilling and said, "What if the old man's family members come to you for accountability? Wouldn't your conscience be tortured?"

"What kind of idiotic question are you asking?"

Fushimi Shika was too lazy to answer, so he changed the subject and said, "If you really feel guilty, then find a way to make it up to Gen Tamako... She has been worrying about her lack of ability recently and she didn't help much on the train, so she blames herself. Anyway, you don't have anything to do, so why not teach her how to shoot."

"Captain Kujo, can you help her find a better teacher?" Takusa Kazama asked unsurely.

"Ha! It's good enough that Kujo Yui didn't ask her to resign. It's impossible for anyone to teach her practical spearmanship. You have to understand a mother's heart."

After saying this, Fushimi Shika pushed the wheelchair with one hand and planned to go back to the hospital to rest.

He had done what he was supposed to do, and the strange feeling of 'forgetting something' finally disappeared.

Before Fushimi Shika pushed the wheelchair far, it started to move on its own. He turned around and saw Kazama Takusai holding the handle and pushing him forward.

"Hey, isn't this Inspector Kazama? Why are you pushing the wheelchair for me yourself?" Fushimi Shika let go and leaned back in the chair.

Takusa Kazama didn't answer. He took Fushimi Shika back to the hospital.

Before leaving, he stood at the hospital entrance, turned around and said, "You should change this bad habit."

"What's wrong with me?" Fushimi Shika asked sideways while lying on the hospital bed.

"It's disgusting when a man is tsundere." said Takusai Kazama.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fushimi Shika frowned.

"Didn't you just say you wouldn't coax me? Didn't you say you wouldn't help me clean my ass?" Fengjian Takusai didn't wait for him to scold him and continued, "I am very grateful to you, thank you. If you need anything, just call me and tell me. Bye."

After saying that, he left the ward and closed the door.

Fushimi Shika was so angry that his teeth itched. The little angel appeared at the right time and comforted him, saying, "You did a good thing. Don't care what other people think of you." The devil Kawai laughed secretly and mocked, "You are such a tsundere! You are such a tsundere! The more you deny it, the more tsundere you appear!"

The angel finally stood up and hit Kawai's head with his halo. Kawai was furious and raised his fork to fight back, and the two villains started fighting.

Fushimi Shika was upset and simply closed his eyes, planning to take a nap.

……

Takusai Kazama left the hospital and took the train home. On the way, a kind-hearted young man gave up his seat to a disabled person. He ignored him, got off the train, lit another cigarette, walked to the apartment building, stood in front of his door, and took out his key to open the door.

The living room was empty, not a single soul in sight.

He closed the door, turned on the phone, and played the voicemail. The Metropolitan Police Department called to notify him of his dismissal, and several colleagues with whom he had a good relationship invited him to dinner. Watanabe Shun also said that he lived downstairs and that the boss was welcome to come to him anytime to drink and complain...

With a beep, the voicemail was empty.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Takusai Kazama walked through the living room and to the balcony. He subconsciously put his hand on the railing, and suddenly remembered the rust, and couldn't help shaking the railing vigorously.

Not moving at all.

He bent down and found that the rust had been brushed clean at some point.

There was a dog barking next door and a child laughing downstairs. Takusai Kazama gritted his teeth and sobbed softly.

(End of this chapter)