Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 19 Revenge without Hatred

Heavy rain blew off petals and caused the branches of the cherry trees to droop.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open, and the wind and rain poured in. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and two figures appeared on the red carpet of the auditorium.

Chizuru Sakurai folded the umbrella with one hand and hung it by the door.

She was holding a suitcase in her left hand and was wearing a brown windbreaker with the front folded and the belt fastened around her waist. The hem of the coat covered her ankles.

"Come in." She said sideways.

Fushimi Shika walked into the door, Sakurai Chizuru stood beside him and reached out to close the door.

This is the auditorium where the opening ceremony is held. It is usually not open to the public and the door is usually locked. Sakurai Chizuru borrowed the key and brought props, intending to experience a more exciting new way of playing tonight.

"Didn't you say you wanted special guidance?" Fushimi Shika asked knowingly, "What are you doing here?"

"Use honorifics when speaking." Sakurai Chizuru took out the key and locked the door.

"Yes, Instructor."

"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll get straight to the point. You're Kawai's accomplice, right?"

A predatory smile appeared on Sakurai Chizuru's face. She carried her suitcase, walked through the rows of benches, stood on the stage, and looked up at the embossed police badge.

"I'm not familiar with her." said Fushimi Shika.

This is the truth, he is indeed not familiar with Kawai.

"You went to see her last night and took something from her underwear," Sakurai Chizuru took out the film from her coat pocket and gently placed it on the podium. "It was all filmed. There's no point in quibbling."

She turned her head and asked, "Don't you feel ashamed of wearing this police uniform by doing such a despicable thing?"

Fushimi Shika really doesn't think so. He just thinks it's a job and it doesn't rise to the level of belief or ideal. After all, he doesn't have any sense of belonging to this country or this land.

Seeing that he remained silent, Sakurai Chizuru became more and more satisfied. She put the suitcase on the desk and said with a surge of emotion: "Students like you who refuse to repent must be punished most severely."

Click, the suitcase lock opened.

Sakurai Chizuru's slender fingers were rummaging in the suitcase, and from time to time there was the sound of metal rubbing against each other and the tinkling of bells swinging.

"Let's start with the most basic honorifics."

She took out a dark red leather collar with her left hand. It had an antique brass bell in the center and a thin metal chain hanging from it. She hooked her right index finger on the round handle at the end of the chain and whispered, "Do you know how to address the superior?"

"Oh my chicken?" said Fushimi Shika.

Sakurai Chizuru did not refute, but just hooked her finger: "Come here."

Fushimi Shika walked forward, only to see Sakurai Chizuru standing on the stage. She raised her right foot, stepped on his shoulder, lowered her collar and ordered:
"Kneel down."

Fushimi Shika raised his head and saw the graceful scene hidden under her windbreaker.

This guy is really a complete pervert...

Sakurai Chizuru was wearing women's boots, which had stained her with a lot of mud and water on the way here. At this moment, her heels splashed on Fushimi Shika's shoulders, and she was constantly exerting pressure.

"You don't want to be fired, do you?"

She looked down at Fushimi Shika and stepped on his shoulders with her heels again and again. "Don't you understand the situation? Put yourself in the right place, you bastard!"

Fushimi Shika suddenly took a step back, and Sakurai Chizuru missed her step, stumbled, and almost fell off the stage. She took two steps back and bumped into the cushion that looked like a curtain, and then she stabilized herself.

"You are the one who doesn't understand the situation, right?" Fushimi Shika raised her eyebrows and wiped the mud off her left shoulder with her right hand. Sakurai Chizuru was furious and her eyes were cold. Although she did like tough men, being too tough would make her look unromantic, just like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard, which would ruin her mood.

She was about to speak when she heard the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Sakurai Chizuru's temple.

Only then did Sakurai Chizuru realize that what she had bumped into was not a curtain or a cushion, but a woman - fear exploded in her heart, her muscles couldn't help but tense up, and she got goose bumps all over her body.

who is it?

Fushimi Shika's eyes focused past her and looked behind her: "Why did you choose to do it now instead of earlier? Are you trying to put the blame on me?"

"There's nothing we can do about it," Nagano Kawai's voice rang out. She was wearing a police academy uniform and was as lively and cheerful as ever. "How can we normally get such a good opportunity? This place is remote, and the sound of thunder can cover up the sound of gunfire. It's simply a godsend!"

It's her! But why...

Sakurai Chizuru didn't have time to think. She raised her hands and urged, "Calm down! Nagano-san, please calm down... Think about why you joined the police academy in the first place, and don't do anything stupid that will make you regret your whole life..."

"Yes, yes," Fushimi Shika sat down on the front bench, crossed his legs, and said calmly, "Instructor Sakurai is a police officer. According to Japanese criminal law, the lightest sentence is life imprisonment. If you kill her, your life will be ruined!"

Sakurai Chizuru always felt that there was something wrong with these words, but she had no time to think about it at the moment. She was only thinking about how to escape.

Nagano Kawai fell silent, and the auditorium was completely silent except for the sound of rain.

"What you two say is so disgusting," she said.

"Huh? Don't get excited, Nagano-san. You've just been expelled from school. You still have a great life ahead of you..."

Before Sakurai Chizuru could finish her words, Nagano Kawai interrupted her and asked, "Do you know why I want to be a police officer?"

"For justice?"

"No."

"For job stability?"

"No."

Kawai paused, took a step back, and pointed the gun at the back of Sakurai Chizuru's head: "For thirteen years, I have gone to the police station every week to inquire about the progress of the police investigation. Every time I walked in, a police officer would make me a cup of tea and say to me, 'I understand how you feel', then say, 'But the case is still under investigation', and finally, 'Please be patient, we will definitely catch the murderer'... Exactly the same lines that the police officers used to comfort the victims' families in the practical class."

Sakurai Chizuru's breath was caught in her throat.

"In the first month, everyone was very motivated and said they would definitely catch the murderer and make her get the punishment she deserved. My father posted notices everywhere, my mother asked for information at the mother's club, and the town district also issued a wanted notice and patrolled everywhere;"

"A year later, the notice was covered by advertisements. Mom didn't know how many people had changed. The wanted poster was replaced with the face of a murderer. My father chanted sutras and recited Buddhist scriptures all day long, saying that all this was karma and hoped that my brother could be reborn into a good family. "

"Five years later, people around me began to persuade me not to dwell on the past and to look forward. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. My father said that I had fallen into a demonic state and was blinded by hatred. My mother also cried all day long, hoping that I would change my mind."

"But I am still 'obsessed' in their eyes. After graduation, I worked for four years and saved enough money for tuition. I took the civil service exam and applied to join the police academy. Since no one is investigating, I will continue. Even if it takes ten, twenty years, or even my entire life, I will find the woman who ran over my brother."

"So, on the first day of school, I saw you."

"Instructor Sakurai, you have taken good care of yourself. You are as young as ever."

Chizuru Sakurai's fingers were trembling, and she felt her body getting colder inch by inch.

"Actually, I don't hate you at all. I'm not obsessed with revenge," Nagano Kawai said softly, "Instructor Sakurai, I really don't hate you at all."

"I just hate that it wasn't me who died at that time."

(End of this chapter)