Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 280 The Foolish Man

Fujiwara Takashi told everything that had happened to him.

After hearing this, the old man's face was terribly gloomy and asked him if he had smoked it. Fujiwara Yu was confused and thought, what did he smoke? Juice? Why did he suddenly ask this?
"Still pretending to be stupid with me!"

The old man suddenly jumped up and beat Fujiwara Hideo up. Fujiwara Hideo cried out in pain. The mother outside the house banged on the door in pain and cursed her husband for being a good-for-nothing. The dojo suddenly became lively.

Fujiwara Yoshi covered his butt and then his head. He was so aggrieved that he was about to explode. Two lines of tears flowed down his face. He sobbed and asked his father why he hit him.

The old man said nothing and called someone to do a urine test for Fujiwara Yu. The latter finally reacted and wanted to kneel on the ground to ask the heavens to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, crying out to the heavens that he had not smoked and had never touched that kind of thing!

The father didn't believe it. Before the drug addict was exposed, he said he didn't take any drugs. The only child of the Fujiwara family had fallen to this point. He was furious at the thought of it. He picked up the bamboo sword and beat his son left and right, turning him into a tom cat.

Ten minutes later, the scientific investigator came in from the back door and asked Fujiwara to urinate in a beaker. Two big men stared at him, and he couldn't urinate. As expected, he was beaten up again, and then he squeezed out a pee.

The investigators tried more than a dozen test strips, which contained almost all the contraband circulating on the market, and all the results were negative.

Seeing this, the Superintendent of Police breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to suspect whether his stupid son had eaten some mushrooms.

After all, things like the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, twisted tree men, giant-mouthed gates, and psychic detectives sound like fairy tales, and no mentally normal person would be able to make up such nonsense.

Fujiwara no Yoshi swore solemnly, swearing on his own ancestors that he really saw it. Unfortunately, his ability to express himself was limited, and his performance in Chinese studies was not good since he was a child. He stuttered for a long time, and the more he listened, the more suspicious he became.

The Superintendent of Police had no choice but to call his subordinates to inquire about the progress of the investigation.

Fujiwara Takashi was feeling uneasy. He knelt on the ground and secretly observed his father's expression. The latter listened with a serious face and realized that he had really wronged his son this time.

He really didn't get into trouble this time.

But he had beaten him and scolded him, so he couldn't apologize. Otherwise, how could he maintain his dignity as the head of the family? Moreover, Fujiwara no Yoshitaka also deserved to be beaten. What was the point of swearing on the ancestors? How could he become a great man in the future if he was so frivolous?

Anyway, the beating was not unfair.

The Superintendent of Police pondered for a moment and decided to pass the matter to his subordinates.

Before this, he had already had a rough idea in his mind: the collective encounter with ghosts could be explained as collective food poisoning, which was not uncommon in Japan;
The death of the psychic may be a bit troublesome. The bank and insurance company will definitely not let it go. The police will have to give an explanation. Let's leave this matter to capable police officers to investigate.

As for Dr. Fukuyama, according to eyewitnesses, he is the culprit. If there were no victims, he would most likely be convicted to give an explanation to the police officer's family or something;

The two unlucky policemen are actually the easiest to deal with. They can be given some pension or something, and then a memorial service can be held. Depending on the circumstances, they can be awarded medals. Once this process is completed, it will be over...

Of course, the Superintendent had no disrespect for his subordinates, and he was deeply sorry for the heroic sacrifice of the two detectives, but he had to put his personal emotions aside and figure out how to deal with the matter.

Seeing that his father was silent, Fujiwara Yoshitaka thought that his father must have felt guilty and had wrongly blamed his good son, so he immediately turned his face away and said, "I am destined to become an immortal in the future. Even if you are my father, you can't treat me like this..."

"idiot!"

The Superintendent of Police swung his sword again and stabbed Fujiwara Hideo in the forehead. The latter flew backwards and fell on his back, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

The father continued to add insult to injury and said coldly: "How could I have such a stupid son like you? Whose genes influenced you to be so stupid?" The physical pain was not as great as the psychological pain. Fujiwara Takashi hated his father to death. He secretly swore in his heart that he would practice hard from now on, and when he achieved great success, he would make his father pay!

After scolding his son, the Superintendent of Police called his subordinates and told them to set up an investigation department to solve the case neatly. If they had any problems, they could report to him at any time.

Upon hearing this, the subordinate asked what to do with the three witnesses. The Superintendent of Police called him a pig-brained person and said, of course, just deal with it as it should be done, according to the rules!

His son didn't get into trouble this time, so he doesn't need his subordinates to be smart and help him clean up the mess. After all, keeping things secret has its own risks and costs, so it's better to have less trouble than more.

After the incident, the Superintendent of Police was relieved. He finally put down his bamboo sword, sat cross-legged, and said, as if he was talking to his son, "You have no brains for learning, no athletic skills, and no knowledge of art. Your only strength is sleeping with women... I don't expect you to achieve anything now. I just want you to get married and have a son soon."

Fujiwara no Takashi opened his mouth and wanted to say that he was born to become an immortal, but in view of the beating he had just received, he swallowed the words back, thinking that only Fushimi-kun had a keen eye and knew that he was gifted and different from these ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Yoshio inexplicably felt a sense of spiritual victory.

After all, my father is just an ordinary man, how can he understand his feelings? Talking to him about the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is like talking to a deaf person... Humph, ordinary people have a low vision!

The Superintendent of Police did not notice anything unusual about his son and was still thinking about his own plans: Kujo Yui's daughter is also old enough to get married. She looks thin and small, with a silly look, and is a good match for his son.

If he could marry into the Kujo family, perhaps his political career would be able to reach a higher level.

Fujiwara no Yoshikazu didn't want to marry a woman he had never met, but he had no say in the matter. His father was counting on him to breed for the Fujiwara family. If he couldn't even do this, his father might get angry and clear out the family.

"That's too much... You have to let me see the photos, right?"

Fujiwara Yoshi was hoping for the best. What if the other person was a beauty? The Kujo family was a noble family after all, and the daughter should be pretty good looking. At most, he would suffer a little and put himself in a difficult position...

The Superintendent knew what kind of person his son was, a complete fool who was tempted by beauty, so he prepared a photo in advance and slapped it on Fujiwara Takashi's forehead.

Fujiwara Yu took down the photo, glanced at it, and was immediately stunned: "Isn't this Yuan Yuzi? Isn't her last name Yuan?"

I didn't expect that the little policewoman was also the daughter of a rich family. No wonder Fushimi-kun could wash his feet with red wine. It seems that he was wrong at that time. This guy is not a bumpkin, and he is not talking about some rubbish red wine...

That was a close call. I almost boasted.

"Do you know him? Are you on good terms with him?" The Superintendent of Police was overjoyed, thinking that his son was finally being reliable.

"We just met yesterday, and she already has a boyfriend..."

Before Fujiwara Hō was finished speaking, his father sneered. Even if Minamoto Tamako's boyfriend was the prime minister's son, so what? The Fujiwara family was a noble family, and noble families should marry noble families. Fujiwara Hō was the eldest son of the Fujiwara family after all. Who could compare with this status?
"You, go talk to her boyfriend, I'm sure he will give up." Dad was very confident when he said this. This is the confidence of a noble family.

"Ah?" Fujiwara Yu sat up and pointed at his nose: "Me?"

He recalled the scene of Fubujianlu holding a katana and killing everyone, and subconsciously shuddered. That guy killed the ferocious evil spirits as if he were chopping melons and vegetables. If he were to chop him with one more knife, wouldn't he be torn into pieces?

What's more, once a teacher, always a father. He felt that Fushimi-kun was more reliable than his father. He never failed him at critical moments and even taught him the methods of cultivation... If he wanted to become an immortal in the future, he would have to rely on Fushimi-kun!
Thinking of this, Fujiwara Yoshi shook his head like a rattle.

(End of this chapter)