Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 249 Section Chief Fujiwara
The highest mountain in Chiyoda is Arashiyama. The tram station only goes to the middle of the mountain, so they have to walk the rest of the way.

In Fushimi's opinion, this place is more like a mound than a mountain, with a very gentle slope, but a large area of ​​forest. In a few years, when the Japanese economy recovers and real estate development is vigorously carried out, these forests will be cut down in large areas.

It was early spring and the weather was nice. Fushimi deer walked along the roadside and it felt like they were taking an outing.

The cherry blossom front has passed, and they missed the Spring Festival. They even missed the New Year's Shrine Visit. They have been busy all year and it seems that they have not had time to go out and relax.

Thinking of this, Fushimi Kakashi put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath of the fresh air of the forest, and planned to embrace nature...

Beep beep beep! !
Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid honking of horns behind him. Fushimi Shika took a step back. A Nissan Cedric (Duke) sped past, and the pungent smell of exhaust hit him in the face. He could faintly hear shouting and cursing from inside the car window, which was getting farther and farther away.

"Idiot! Go get yourself killed! You have no eyes!"

Yuan Yuzi was shocked. Even if she was not a traffic police officer, she could see that the car was obviously speeding. Moreover, Fushimi Shika was driving in the right lane. Japanese vehicles drive on the left, so this guy was obviously driving against the speed limit!

But Fushimi-kun was also wrong, because he was also driving against the flow of traffic...

Gen Yuzi waved to Fushimi Shika across the street, asking him to come over quickly. Fushimi Shika's good mood was ruined, and he approached with a gloomy face and asked, "Is there anyone else visiting Princess Kiko today?"

The moment Yazaki Momo heard the horn, she turned her head and pretended to look at the scenery, so as to avoid being seen by the newcomers walking up the mountain. She was good at identifying people by looking at the car, and she also recognized the license plate number, so she explained casually: "It's probably Section Chief Fujiwara."

"Who is it?" asked Yuan Yuzi.

"He's the head of the Criminal Division of the police station handling the case. He's in charge of investigating this case... I guess he's here to do a follow-up investigation, right?"

Yazaki Momo paused, bent down, and whispered in a gossipy tone, "And he is the youngest section chief in the Metropolitan Police Department! I heard that he is 24 years old this year, handsome, and there are a lot of girls chasing him!"

"Eh? So young?"

Gen Yuzi turned around, looked at Fushimi Shika, and said, "We have to learn more from him. We are all 24 years old, but he can become a class president. He must have something extraordinary. Maybe if we learn the secret of his success, we can also become famous police captains soon!"

"What are you learning? Learning how to speed? Learning how to drive against the traffic?" Fushimi Shika said unhappily, "Why don't you open your eyes and see what kind of car he's driving? Did he become a section chief based on his ability? Maybe he wrote about 'My father, the superintendent' in his elementary school essays..."

Yuan Yuzi felt that Fushimi Shika was being sour, but the car owner was indeed at fault, which made it difficult for her to judge for a while. However, at least she felt that the promotion channel of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department was still fair, and she couldn't help but say: "What's wrong with the chief inspector? The chief inspector can let his son become a section chief? How is that possible!"

Fushimi Shika was about to refute and was about to open her mouth when she suddenly remembered that this guy's biological mother was a superintendent of police, while she was still a trainee detective. She suddenly felt that the gap between people was really huge.

"Section Chief Fujiwara's father is the general manager." Momo Yazaki revealed with a smile.

"Director? Which director? The company's art director?" Yuan Yuzi didn't react for a moment.

"How many directors are there in the Metropolitan Police Department? The Chief Superintendent!"

After saying that, Fushimi Shika felt even worse. Some people were born in Rome and drove luxury cars when traveling, but he had to worry about money, climb mountain roads with great difficulty, and even pretend to be a psychic detective like a clown.

Tsk.

In short, it was very unpleasant. When Yuan Yuzi learned that the other party's father was Mama-chan's boss, she was shocked. The first thought that came to her mind was "a good father will have a good son", and elite education really lived up to its reputation.

Then, she changed her mind and realized that her mother was also an elite. As the only daughter of Kujo Yui, she couldn't lose her mother's face!

Thinking of this, Yuan Yuzi's hair stood up suddenly, and he threw away all the messy supernatural legends in his mind. He pushed his sunglasses that had slipped down very coldly, swung the hem of his windbreaker, and said, "Yes, this kind of person is worthy of being my opponent!"

Fushimi Shika was too lazy to talk to her, and turned to ask Yazaki Momo: "Didn't they say that the police station was inconvenient to come forward?"

"Section Chief Fujiwara has always acted like this. He has always been relatively..." Yazaki Momo racked her brains and finally came up with an accurate adjective that was not derogatory: "relatively eccentric."

"Oh! Are you here to cause trouble?" said Fushimi Shika.

Yazaki Momo smiled politely and did not take advantage of the conversation. Instead, she pointed out: "If even Section Chief Fujiwara can dismantle the platform sewed by Onoue, then it means that Japan's number one psychic is no more than this."

"It seems that you have a very high opinion of the psychic Onoue." Fushimi Shika said as they walked.

"Of course, I am a professional journalist. I will definitely do a thorough investigation before writing a report... Master Onoue once secretly hosted several spiritual ceremonies, which caused a sensation in the upper-class elite circle and made her worth soar."

Yazaki Momo casually revealed a big secret: "Otherwise, how do you think she borrowed 2 trillion yen?"

Hearing this, Fushimi Shika frowned and said in a serious tone: "Yellow and white things are just dirt. Master Onoue and I are both outsiders. We should abandon material desires and live frugally... Ahem, I can already sense the breath of evil."

Yuan Yuzi thought this was too superstitious and embarrassing. Even if Fushimi-kun had superpowers, he would never talk like this before!
"It's almost time, be normal," she warned seriously, "You said you treated money like dirt, but weren't you still haggling over the partner fee at the beginning? Could it be that you were possessed by a ghost at that time?"

"I've told you before, the great hermit hides in the city. Doesn't it cost money to live in the city? This money is not that money. You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Fushimi Shika showed contempt and looked arrogant.

Gen Tamako was about to retort, but Yazaki Momo suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the dense forest in the mountains.

"arrive."

Fushimi Shika looked up and realized that the road under his feet was built for this villa - at the end of the road was the side garden of the villa, and in the huge parking lot, there was only one Duke King parked.

Gen Tamako had been here the day before and was familiar with the route. She walked around the parking lot and surrounded the front yard with cedar boards. The three of them stood in front of the gate. Yazaki Momo knocked on the door and a maid came to answer it a moment later.

It was Ono Xuan who opened the door. She looked surprised and welcomed the three people in. She led them through the garden and exchanged a few words with them.

The architectural style of Wulinan is a typical Japanese courtyard, with a porch in front of the door, wind chimes hanging on the eaves, and rockery and a pond not far away. The artistic conception is profound and pleasing to the eye.

Ono Ken used a wooden rack to take out the wooden clogs that he had prepared in advance and respectfully invited the guests to change into shoes. The three of them were standing on the porch, bending over to put on their slippers, when they heard a familiar shouting and cursing from behind the sliding door:

"How long do we have to wait? Even if you are the princess, you can't treat your guests like this, right?!"

(End of this chapter)