Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 296: Human Hearts Are More Vicious Than Ghosts

"Tricking her into a mixed bath is a hooligan behavior."

Deduct ten points!
Yuan Yuzi was angry and holding a grudge. The white cover book had become her exclusive grudge book, where points were only deducted but not added.

She is a lady after all, how could Fushimi-kun make such a joke?

In the 1990s, Japan's sexual concepts were in a state of extreme indulgence and extreme conservatism. Japan's sex industry reached an unprecedented prosperity during this period, but it also aroused resistance from moral public opinion. Although the volume was small, it did exist.

In the family education of women from the elite class, the most common family teachings are not to have promiscuous sex, not to tell dirty jokes, and not to make vulgar jokes. Even the daughter's marriage partner is arranged by the parents.

As for men, there is absolutely no sex education.

This is also one of the reasons why there is a serious conflict between men and women in Japan.

Under Kujo Yui's education, Gen Tamako was too slow in this regard and was completely unable to understand the special hints from the opposite sex - for example, Yoshimura Yu's little thoughts and Fujiwara Takashi's workplace harassment were too obscure for her.

Fushimi Shika has not harassed other women for the time being, so Gen Tamako has no template to learn from.

Of course, massaging feet is not considered shivering. Don't professional athletes often massage to relax? She and Fushimi-kun are working criminal police officers. Occasionally massaging each other to relax is a way to adjust their work status. There is absolutely no bad tendency!

After taking revenge, Gen Yuzi's anger subsided a little. She thought that the adults were magnanimous and would not bother with the idiot Fushimi-kun. She pouted and said, "Then you can just take a leisurely bath in the hot spring here! Anyway, I'm the only one who cares about Sakurako... Humph, I can find her even if I rely on myself!"

After saying that, Yuan Yuzi turned and left, complaining in her heart that the relationship between brother and sister was really fragile. This showed that blood relationship was not the only criterion for measuring feelings.

Mizutani Hiroshi and Maori Kei looked at each other and thought, aren't we considered human beings?

After hesitating for a moment, they decided to come clean and claimed that they really couldn't walk any further and needed to rest, especially Mao Liqi, who had his soles worn out from running back and forth with the camera on his back. He was a reporter photographer, not a documentary photographer, and his physical strength was not that terrifying.

"The police station will send officers to investigate tomorrow, and then organize a search and rescue operation for the villagers..."

"We can't help you now, so why don't you take a good rest and talk about it tomorrow..."

After the two of them finished their duet, they escaped openly.

Yuan Yuzi felt that they had some conscience, but not much. She was not the kind of person who would make no sense, and there was no reason to stop them, so she had to let the two reporters leave.

Now she was really the only one left.

Gen Tamako turned her head and looked around the town. It was pitch black all around. There were no street lights in the countryside. At night, everything was silent except for the chirping of crickets.

Damn it, I can do that myself!

In order not to disturb the passengers' sleep, Yuan Yuzi sang softly to cheer herself up.

She knocked on the door gently, trying to find the missing passengers and check if there were any missed witnesses, but she was always turned away - this time the hotel owner was too lazy to even open the door. He whispered through the window that it was too late and asked her to come again tomorrow.

Yuan Yuzi searched around for a long time but still found nothing.

She stood at the foot of the Sugisaka wall, looking at the cobblestone mountain path, and couldn't help but be in a daze for a while. Recalling every moment she spent with Sakurako, she couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Sakura, please don't be in any trouble...

Just as she was daydreaming, a sobbing sound came from afar and came into her ears along with the evening breeze.

Gen Yuzi was stunned for a moment, then she walked on the cobblestones to follow the sound, and curiously walked into the forest along the Sugisaka wall.

The camellia was blown by the night wind and fluttered on her skirt. She went into the bushes and parted the wisteria that was like a weeping willow. The moonlight illuminated a lawn and she saw a girl sitting on the grass, sobbing softly. She was wearing a dancer's costume, with long black hair scattered on the ground. She looked very familiar.

Yuan Yuzi looked around and saw no one else. The folklore of the mountain suddenly popped up in her mind: the Yubaba who chatted up people on the roadside, the man-eating monster disguised as a wounded girl, the scary ghost wandering in the forest sobbing...

Maybe this guy was the one who kidnapped Ping Yingzi!

She mustered up her courage, forced herself to remain calm, and got out of the bushes. She asked with a vigilant expression, "Um... do you need help?"

When the dancer heard the question, she shuddered and raised her head like a frightened deer.

Yuan Yuzi recognized her immediately. The girl in front of her was the dancer who had sold them the bond bell before. She looked like a normal living person, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As a police officer, when I encounter someone in trouble, I will naturally not ignore them.

Gen Yuzi is very kind-hearted. She has encountered similar situations when she was a patrol officer, such as children who ran away from home, elderly people who lost their wallets, and girls who just broke up with their boyfriends... The injured people always find a corner to cry silently, and at this time they need someone to lend a hand.

Nowadays, society is becoming more and more atomized, and everyone is only concerned with their own affairs. However, she is not the kind of indifferent person. Even if others dislike her for being "nagging", "annoying" or "meddling", she will still ask more questions so as not to miss out on those who really need help.

"What's wrong? What happened? If you're sad, you can talk to me!"

Yuan Yuzi lowered her skirt and squatted in front of the dancer, trying to make her tone sound more gentle. The dancer raised her head, looked at Yuan Yuzi, and her eyes fell on the bond bell on her wrist. She replied softly: "No, I accidentally sprained it... If I go back now, I will definitely be scolded..."

Yuan Yuzi expressed her understanding. When she was a child, she also missed the curfew and was very afraid to go home. But in fact, the scolding from her family was out of concern and was not that scary.

"If they knew you were delayed because of an injury, they would definitely feel bad for you! Don't worry, I'll help you explain when the time comes!"

As he spoke, Yuan Yuzi half squatted down and motioned her to lie on top of him: "You can't walk like this, right? I'll carry you back..."

The dancer hesitated and refused subconsciously: "This...is not good? It's too much trouble for you..."

"It's okay! Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a criminal police officer!" Yuan Yuzi slapped her left hand on her right arm, lifted up her sleeves, revealing her white and tender upper arms with no signs of training: "Look! Do you see the muscles? Wait... I haven't used any strength yet..."

Her face flushed and she tried hard to make her biceps look bigger.

"Uh, I saw..."

The dancer complimented him against her will and said, to be honest, the muscles of the ladies cutting wheat in the mountains are bigger than hers.

"Then come up!" Yuan Yuzi gave a thumbs up, looking like a 'real man'.

Hearing this, the dancer stopped arguing, she staggered to her feet and lay on Yuan Yuzi's back. The latter blew a stream of white air from her nostrils, and stood up with her legs, barely stabilizing her body, and walked towards the cobblestone path step by step.

On the way back, Yuan Yuzi did not forget to inquire about the news: "Speaking of... the bonfire party... you also participated in it? Excuse me... did you see a little girl about seven or eight years old... wearing a mask..."

She gasped three times for each sentence and looked like she might collapse at any moment.

"I didn't notice that..."

As she spoke, the dancer stretched out her hand, gently wrapped it around Yuan Yuzi's neck, and with her other hand she pulled out a cold dagger from her waist.

Yuan Yuzi never expected that human hearts are more vicious than demons.

(End of this chapter)