Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 271 A Great Blessing (Three updates will resume tomorrow)

Yuan Yuzi was about to dissuade them, but saw two tree men lying on the ground, rushing over quickly from the left and right.

Ono Xuan shouted "be careful", but it was of no avail. The two detectives were knocked to the ground before they could react.

In a blink of an eye, they were covered with tentacles and lay motionless.

At the same moment, Yuan Yuzi turned around, intending to capture the ringleader first, but unexpectedly the murderer had turned off the flashlight in advance, and his body disappeared into the darkness, with no idea where he was hiding.

Yuan Yuzi was shocked and quickly quickened his pace.

Rain drifted in from the gate, carrying with it thick fog. The night was overcast and dark clouds appeared. Lightning suddenly pierced through the darkness, leaving a few frames of images in their retinas.

At that moment, Yuan Yuzi could clearly see that the two tree men on the left and right were sucking the detective's brains. Fukuyama Douxian was standing between them with a flashlight in his left hand. He bent down and picked up the detective's gun, and his shadow lengthened in the thunder.

‘It’s over. ’

Yuan Yuzi's brain was shut down, and she didn't even have time to think about why Fukuyama Douxian wanted to kill someone. No one opened the door just now, which meant that the two police officers probably climbed over the wall to get in. What a coincidence that they broke in at this time...

It would be fine if he was just going to die, but why did he carry a police gun?
She raised the gun, but before she could aim, the lightning suddenly stopped, and after the thunder, there was another long period of darkness. In the lobby came the sound of sucking and the crisp sound of a pistol being loaded.

At this time, Ono Ken went around to the right side of Yuan Yuzi and continued to carry Mrs. Kiko and walked quickly. The latter had lost too much blood and had fallen into a semi-comatose state, uttering vague mumblings from time to time.

There was a wall on the left side of Gen Yuzi and she was about to turn into the corridor. She knew that Ono Ken was taking the initiative to block the bullets - Fukuyama Token used a tree man as a wooden shield, and she followed suit, planning to use her own body as a meat shield.

Yuan Yuzi no longer cared about anything else. She held her breath, concentrated her attention as she walked, guarding against sudden attacks, and ready to shoot back at any time.

Fukuyama Douxian seemed to have anticipated her thoughts and hesitated to shoot. After four or five seconds, the gurgling sound stopped, followed by footsteps. Yuan Yuzi felt a chill on her spine and the mental pressure she was under was increasing.

She only had one bullet, while the other party had two police guns with full magazines.

Yuan Yuzi's heart skipped a beat with every step she took, her shirt soaked with cold sweat, and it seemed as if countless pairs of glasses were watching them in the dark. The closer she got to the corridor, the more nervous she became, until the moment she turned the corner, her heart seemed to jump out of her throat.

--boom!

Fukuyama Token fired a shot, and the fire flickered for a moment. Gen Yuzi suddenly raised her gun and fired back. She was stretched to the limit, blood spurted from her nostrils, her pupils shrank, and she even caught the trajectory of the bullet as it pierced through the fog.

The sweat she shed from her hard training at the shooting range did not disappoint her. A cry of pain came from the darkness, followed by a muffled sound of falling to the ground. Yuan Yuzi's blood was boiling, and she was ecstatic. She was about to shout "I hit it!", but she saw Ono Xuan fell to the ground with a plop.

"I'm fine..."

Xiao Yexuan covered her lower abdomen with a painful expression on her face, but they couldn't see each other's faces in the dark. She took a deep breath and continued, "Go quickly, don't stop..."

"Let's go together!"

Yuan Yuzi supported her and dragged her with all her might: "It's okay! The murderer is injured, maybe dead, hurry upstairs now, you and Mrs. Kiko can survive..." Logically, they should stop now to treat Ono Ken's wound. But Yuan Yuzi didn't dare to gamble, what if Fukuyama Douxian was still alive and could empty the magazine at any time, so keeping moving was the best solution.

Hearing this, Ono Xuan staggered after him, leaning on his long sword.

The two climbed the stairs with great effort, and just as they were about to turn the corner of the corridor, a light suddenly came on behind them. They turned around and saw Fukuyama Douxian turning on the flashlight, which illuminated their pale faces.

"Keep running."

Fukuyama Douxian raised his other pistol and pointed it at them: "Why don't you run away?"

The previous shot hit his palm. He fell to the ground, tore off the corner of his clothes, wrapped it several times to stop the bleeding, treated the wound hastily, held the gun with his other hand, and held the flashlight with his injured hand.

Yuan Yuzi's legs were shaking. She took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and advised Fukuyama Douxian to calm down. Murder was a serious crime, so he must not act impulsively. There was a witness upstairs! If he shot now, he would not be able to escape legal prosecution in the future!
Fukuyama Douxian sneered. He had a gun in his hand, so why would he be afraid of an unarmed guy? He had already calculated that all the guests had only one gun, and the police gun had only five bullets. In other words, no one could pose a threat to him.

Seeing that Yuan Yuzi couldn't persuade her, Xiao Yexuan immediately said, "The master has treated you well in the past, and the mistress has never offended you. Why are you forcing us? What good will it do you to kill us?"

"No."

“But there’s no harm in that,” said Fukuyama.

He had heard this question many times in his life. People asked, "What good will this do for you?" He always answered "Nothing"... But the lack of good doesn't mean you can't do what you want.

The Fukuyama family had lived in seclusion in Arashiyama for generations, devoting themselves to developing the so-called "elixir of life". They failed again and again until his grandfather's generation, when someone finally got the idea and realized that closed-door research was not feasible, so they sent their children to study medicine, hoping to use modern medical knowledge to cultivate Nue tea.

When Touken Fukuyama was born, his parents had already planned his life: six years of elementary school, six years of junior high and high school, and finally six years of medical university, after which he could return to Arashiyama to grow tea... If Touken Fukuyama's grades were good, he could pursue a master's degree for two years and delay his return to his hometown.

In Fukuyama Douxian's opinion, his original family is full of lunatics: his mother is addicted to tea, and she talks to the tree man every day, helping him to water, fertilize and kill insects; his father has never drunk tea, but he often tricks travelers into staying temporarily, and takes the opportunity to test drugs on the tourists. When they die, he buries them in the backyard and plants them with tea trees.

When he was in elementary school, he never dared to bring his classmates home, so everyone said he was a weirdo. When he was in junior high and high school, he finally made one or two friends, but his parents forbade him to contact outsiders because it would delay his studies. Even during the holidays, he had to go to cram school to study - only by getting into Tokyo Medical University would he not disappoint his parents.

Token Fukuyama was talented and was admitted to Tokyo Medical University as he wished.

But after graduation, he didn't want to go back to Arashiyama. His parents were very worried, so they called him and lied that he was seriously ill, tricked him back to his hometown, locked him in the house, and didn't allow him to go out.

Fukuyama Touken protested and went on a hunger strike, but to no avail. His parents were determined to keep him and even forced him to drink Nue tea.

"Now you are one of them. If you want to survive, join us in developing the Forbidden Garden Mist Tea."

His parents smiled and looked at him and said, "This is a great blessing. Maybe you will live forever and even be able to see us to the grave."

(End of this chapter)