Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 343: Narrow Gate
Gen Tamako and Fujiwara Hō raised their heads at the same time. They heard the announcement on the radio and learned that the trial was over. They looked at each other and put down the spoons and knives in their hands.

Yes, they planned to dig through the wall and escape.

According to the original plan, the two went to the elevator shaft, but it was blocked as expected. After looking around for a long time, they couldn't find any other way out.

Fujiwara no Yoshi suddenly had an idea and suggested drilling a hole in the floor. Wouldn't that way they could get down?

Yuan Yuzi has a high IQ and said that the floor is paved with marble and they can't dig it open without an impact drill.

Having said that, Fujiwara Yoshido did not give up. Since he couldn't dig the floor, he would dig the wall!

There are similar plots in movies and TV shows. In order to escape from prison, the protagonist uses a spoon or a knife to peel off the wall bit by bit. Over time, he displays the spirit of Yugong moving mountains and finally chisels through a whole wall and escapes successfully!
Gen Tamako expressed her appreciation for Fujiwara Takashi's perseverance. She admired people who worked hard. There was no other way at the moment. In addition, the poaching proposal was theoretically feasible, so she chose to join in.

The two looked around for digging tools and finally found a few iron spoons in the kitchen. Yuan Yuzi roughly calculated the direction, and they squatted in the most remote utility room, concentrating on scraping the wall one spoon at a time.

Fujiwara Yoshi had been digging for more than ten minutes, his hands were sore and tired, his legs were numb from squatting, and there were only a few scratches on the wall. It looked like it would take at least a year or two to dig through. He couldn't help wanting to give up, but when he turned around, he saw that Gen Yuzi was still concentrating on digging the wall...

I really can't bring myself to say that I'm giving up!
What's more, it was he who proposed this plan!
Fortunately, the broadcast announced the end of the trial. Fujiwara Tomo immediately threw away the spoon and said he wanted to go out and take a look. Maybe the exit had been reopened - as the winners of the trial, they should be able to get rewards, right?

"But all the members of the cult have been locked up, so who organized this trial?" Yuan Yuzi questioned.

Fujiwara Yu gave up thinking, tapped his numb legs, and said, "No matter who you are, you should abide by the rules, right? Hehe, you are lucky. As long as you follow me, you will definitely win the trial!"

"Eh? Why?" Gen Yuzi was stunned, thinking that Section Chief Fujiwara might think he was very smart, or that he thought that it was all his own credit that he survived.

“Need I say more?” Fujiwara Yu patted his chest and said complacently, “Because I am a man blessed by God!”

"……what?"

"Can't you see? I was born a child of destiny. It's only a matter of time before I become a superior person in the future, right? Or rather, I am already a superior person now... Hahahaha! In this world, only the gods and fate can test me. How can the trials of mortals be effective on me?"

As he spoke, Fujiwara Hō raised his arms and shouted, "That's right! That's it! Even if I lie down and do nothing, the bullets will automatically bypass my body! Ahahahaha!"

Yuan Yuzi's eyes were empty and her face was expressionless, making her look like a dazed pink rabbit.

She could understand that most survivors would fall into ecstasy, or vent their emotions hysterically. Some, like Fujiwara Yoshi, would be considered the best if they just howled a few times. Some would even cry bitterly and hug the rescuers and call them moms, or kneel on the ground and thank God for saving their lives...

But it was the first time she had seen such a narcissistic guy.

"Well... indeed... I'm very lucky..." she agreed against her will.

“That’s right!” Fujiwara Yu pushed open the door of the utility room and continued to boast: “It was the same with the first trial. I didn’t have to do anything and somehow I passed it…”

As soon as he went out, he ran into Miki Shirakawa and others.

The latter was searching for traces of the "ghost" everywhere, starting from the opposite direction of the leader, and searching all the way, and finally only the dormitories and utility rooms where ordinary believers lived were left.

As soon as they saw someone showing up, the believers raised their guns and fired a volley of shots.

They were nervous and had no professional training in indoor combat, so they fired randomly under stress, but missed every shot. The bullet grazed Fujiwara Hō's head and cheek and pierced the door.

Shirakawa Miki reacted quickly and quickly pressed the muzzle of the gun. As a result, the believer did not release the trigger, and another burst of bullets passed along Fujiwara Hideo's side, scratched his clothes, and left a row of U-shaped holes on the door panel.

Fujiwara Yoshi was hit in the face by two volleys of bullets at such a speed that he could not react at all. In the end, it was Gen Tamako who pulled him back to the utility room and locked the door. Only then did he realize what had happened.

"Eh? Eh! What the hell?!"

Fujiwara Yu reached out and touched himself, making sure that all parts of his body were intact. He suddenly let out an exaggerated laugh that was not something a human could make: "Ahahahahahahahahahaha I am really invincible--"

He was almost frightened to death, his mind was about to be crushed by fear, and only by repeating such arrogant and unfounded lucky remarks could he numb himself and barely stay awake.

"Is it Miss Tamako?"

Miki Shirakawa's voice came from outside the door: "I see you! Miss Tamako, are you having fun?"

Yuan Yuzi was also very panicked, but her mind was still clear. She quickly pushed the shelves to block the door, and then lay down against the wall to avoid being hit by stray bullets.

Damn it...

Fushimi-kun rescued you from the cult and spent all his savings on you, giving you a chance to start over, but in the end...

Gen Tamako thought about the whole process of her kidnapping and Shirakawa Miki's request to take Sakurako away. She felt sad and angry, and subconsciously held the rifle tightly in her hand.

"Where is Sakurako?!" she shouted, "As a criminal police officer, I am now formally warning you to stop your illegal activities immediately, release the hostages immediately, lay down your weapons and surrender..."

Before Yuan Yuzi finished shouting, the believers started banging on the door.

The shelves were shaking, and canned food, plates, teacups and other daily necessities fell to the ground. Fujiwara Yoshi squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, muttering to himself, "I am invincible, I am super lucky, I will not die." Miki Shirakawa's questioning voice came from outside the door again: "Ms. Tamako, don't you understand? I am doing this for your own good!"

"Kidnapping is also for my own good?!" Yuan Yuzi raised the gun, her palms sweating with nervousness.

"Of course!" Shirakawa Miki said sincerely: "Fushimi-kun is a man with divine power, how can he not worship Lord Shiva? And Miss Tamako, you are all pure souls with kind hearts, different from those filthy mortals. It would be a pity if you don't come to listen to Shiva's oracle..."

"I am helping you, helping you to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Only in Aum Shinrikyo can you find the truth. You don't understand it now, only because you are blinded by material desires. When the day comes when you realize the truth of the world, you will be completely convinced..."

As she spoke, Shirakawa Miki's face squeezed into the crack of the door, her originally pretty face was stretched and deformed. She stared at Yuan Yuzi and said hoarsely: "When Shiva's thunder and fire burn away your vulgar prejudices, you will kneel down and thank me!"

Yuan Yuzi thought to herself that she was crazy, Aunt Shirakawa was completely crazy!

Her worldview is totally different from that of normal people!

What should I do? Should I really shoot?

Yuan Yuzi glanced back. If someone fought alongside her, she could try to rush out...

Fujiwara Yu knelt down and yelled, "Impossible! Who would thank you, a gossipy woman?! There is only one true God in the world, and that is me!!"

"..."

It's over.

This guy can't be relied upon.

Yuan Yuzi was so nervous that her heart was about to beat out of her chest. She had already prepared herself. If she was caught again, she would be in danger of losing her life. Instead of waiting to die, she might as well give it a try. She would rather die on the battlefield!
She clenched her rifle, took a deep breath, stood up, leaned against the wall, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the crack in the door.

Seeing this, Miki Shirakawa wanted to retract her head, but she had squeezed too deep in and her head was stuck in the crack of the door, unable to move.

This was the first time that Yuan Yuzi took the initiative to try to kill someone. She stared at Shirakawa Miki's slightly deformed face through the crosshairs of the machine gun and couldn't help muttering:

"Aunt Shirakawa... have you ever thought about your daughter... and your son... what will happen to their lives in the future?"

Miki Shirakawa supported herself on the wall with both hands, trying to pull her head out. She said incoherently: "Lord Shiva...will, will protect them..."

wrong answer.

Yuan Yuzi closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, put her little finger on the trigger, and tightened the force little by little.

However, before she could fire, a chaotic shouting suddenly came from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Miki Shirakawa asked.

No one answered, and a burst of dense gunfire rang out. In the utility room, one could clearly hear the sound of meat being cut, as well as bursts of terrified wails.

"Yes, it's a devil!" the believers shouted.

"The devil's messenger is coming!"

"Run...Run! We can't beat you!"

Miki Shirakawa loudly instructed the believers to help pry open the door and pull her out first.

No one paid any attention to her. The gunshots outside became less and less, and the footsteps became chaotic, and then suddenly disappeared. Yuan Yuzi didn't know what happened. Wasn't the trial over? Who attacked the members of the cult again? Who was the devil's messenger?

"Is it the enemy who attacked the church?" Shirakawa Miki shouted, "There is only one person on the other side! What are you afraid of? Annihilate him! Send his soul to hell!"

It seemed that she shouted too late. There was silence outside the door, and a faint sound of dripping water could be heard.

Shirakawa Miki realized something later, "Is it Fushimi-kun? Is it you? It must be you - only you can do this, only you have this kind of power!"

There was no response from outside the door, as if someone was avoiding something.

Shirakawa Miki's confidence increased: "It's you! Fushimi-kun! Listen to me, Asahara is the same as you! He is the true messenger of God who has received the oracle of God. As long as you follow him, you can also transcend the secular world and become the guardian of the kingdom of God in the future..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a familiar voice: "What are you doing standing here with your butt sticking out?"

Inside the utility room, the three of them were stunned.

It was indeed Fushimi Shika's voice.

Gen Tamako was the most shocked, but she was also the first to express doubts. After all, she had been deceived once, and unless she saw Fushimi Shika's face, she would not admit anything she said.

No matter how similar the voices or appearances are, it is very likely that they are disguised!

Fujiwara Takashi was overjoyed and thought to himself, as expected, as long as I am in danger, someone will definitely come to save me!

Miki Shirakawa also recognized Fushimi Shika's voice. She casually explained that "her head was stuck" and then continued to persuade Fushimi Shika to convert to Aum Shinrikyo.

The dog-headed man standing outside the door was indeed Fushimi Shika.

He stood in a slightly dark corridor. The tragic bodies of the believers lay on the ground, covered with blood and bullet holes. The only person who could move was a plump woman with her head stuck in her head.

Fushimi Shika was not in a hurry to execute Miki Shirakawa. Since Miki Shirakawa couldn't move anyway, he decided to take a breath first.

The system page popped up again in front of him. He was going to close it as usual, but what caught his eye was not the point reward, but the achievement medal.

"Congratulations on achieving the '100 Killer' achievement" "Unlocked the Medal of Honor 'Decapitation'"

"Unlocked new feature 'Furnace of All Things'"

"Thank you for your contribution, I look forward to you eliminating more pure evils."

……

Fushimi Shika wiped the blood with his sleeve, staring at the system screen, wondering what the Medal of Honor and the Crucible of All Things were.

The next second, the system automatically pops up the instructions:

Decapitation: "Proficiency in beheading intelligent creatures +30%"

Note: "Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people"

……

The Crucible of All Things: "Invest three or more 'non-learned' skills to randomly draw a skill of Lv3 or above"

Note: "The more you invest and the higher your level, the higher the probability of extracting high-level skills."

……

Oh?
Fushimi Shika didn't care about the special effects of the beheading. For him, this large-scale execution was just an accident. He was usually a good citizen living in the Sugamo Apartment in Toshima District and had basically no need to help behead people.

But it’s different with the Universal Furnace. Now he has a bunch of junk skills in his hand, which are low-level and useless. It’s better to put them all into the Universal Furnace... It feels like drawing skill cards. Who can resist the joy of drawing cards?

Fushimi Shika rubbed his hands together and automatically blocked out Shirakawa Miki's nonsense. He glanced at the small skills he had acquired so far, most of which were useless but rare garbage skills such as 'Tongue Cleaning lv2', 'Backhand Earwax Picking lv1', 'Fart Sound Performance lv2'...

Well, let’s draw them all!
Fushimi Shika selected all the junk skills and threw them into the Furnace of All Things.

If it was a second-level game like the Monkey God, there would be a meteor streaking across the sky, or a few boxes spinning back and forth, finally freezing and shining... However, the UI in front of him was as simple as ever, with only text displayed:

Congratulations on obtaining "Memory Overwrite Level 3"

……

"Why is there a guaranteed minimum?"

Fushimi Shika frowned. Didn't they say that the more skills you put in, the higher the probability? He must have put in at least a hundred small skills, right? Not to mention a level 8 skill, but at least level 6, right?
Fushimi Lu reflected for a moment and thought that it might be because of his bad luck. Mercury has been in retrograde recently and it is not suitable for the lottery.

Every failure makes you wiser. Don't hit me again next time you touch Yuzimon's ahoge.

At this moment, he took the opportunity to check his personal dashboard:
"Name: Fushimi Shika"

"Age: 24" (birthday has passed)

"Personal attributes: Intelligence S, Willpower C, Endurance A, Strength A, Speed ​​A"

「个人技能：烹饪料理Lv7、谈判辩论Lv7、逻辑整合Lv8、证据伪造Lv8、寻踪术Lv2、开锁术Lv1、擒拿术Lv5、手枪专精lv1、心理疏导lv1、社交魅力Lv7、不二心流Lv7、房事技巧Lv8（悄悄花费大量点数升级）、记忆覆写lv3」

"Attribute point balance: 96"

"Skill Point Balance: 53"

……

Fushimi Shika glanced at Shirakawa Miki, silently raised the psychological counseling point to level 7, carefully felt the changes in his body and knowledge reserves, and then asked:
"Ms. Shirakawa, I just want to ask you one question."

When Shirakawa Miki saw that Fushimi Shika was finally willing to communicate, she was overjoyed and said that not only one question, but ten questions would be fine, and she would definitely tell him everything she knew!
"What kind of life did you lead before joining Aum Shinrikyo?" asked Fushimi Shika.

Miki Shirakawa was stunned for a second. She subconsciously wanted to avoid it and twisted her body uneasily. Because she was bent over, her clothes hugged her chest, making her chest and hips look particularly plump. "This... this is not important, right? What's important is the future. We must have a better future--"

"Answer me." Fushimi Shika interrupted.

Miki Shirakawa was silent for a moment, and then said in a very normal tone: "My husband committed suicide to defraud insurance for some material things. The police classified it as an accident, but I know that he was blinded by money..."

"Will thinking this way make you feel better?" Fushimi Shika asked.

"It's not just what I think, this is the fact!" Miki Shirakawa raised her voice slightly.

"So you blame him for dying for money?" Fushimi Shika's tone remained calm.

Shirakawa Miki spoke faster and faster: "Shouldn't I blame him? Ordinary people are blinded by material desires. We are born with sin, so we suffer this kind of torture. As the saying goes, birth, aging, sickness, death, failure to obtain what you want, meeting with enemies and those you hate, separation from loved ones, the five elements are prevalent... Life is born with suffering. Only by eliminating the causes of suffering can we transcend the secular world and obtain supreme bliss..."

"Oh!" Fushimi interrupted, "What about before your husband died?"

"what?"

"Did you have a hard time before your husband died?"

"..."

"Do you think Junko and Kei's life is bitter? Maybe it is quite bitter, but let me ask again, where does their suffering come from? To be precise, who makes their lives so miserable?" Fushimi Shika wiped the katana clean and swung it to make a knife flower.

Miki Shirakawa said: "Sooner or later, they will suffer from illness or death..."

"So that day hasn't come yet?" Fushimi Shika interrupted. "I know what you want to say. Are you trying to tell me that as long as you believe in Aum Shinrikyo, death won't be painful, illness is a form of practice, and you can transcend all the unfulfilled desires, resentment, separation from loved ones, and the five aggregates... Is that right?"

"That's right!" said Miki Shirakawa.

"Eh... this is really strange," Fushimi Lu picked his earwax, "I just talked to Asahara Shoko and he said it's not true. The super powers and Lord Shiva were all made up by him."

"You're lying!" Miki Shirakawa screamed.

"Oh, by the way, he also said that only those who escape from reality would believe in this doctrine." Fushimi Shika attacked again.

"Impossible! Master Asahara would never say something like that!"

Miki Shirakawa's face became distorted, and she twisted her body desperately, trying to pull out her head, and her cheeks were covered with blood.

Gen Tamako and Fujiwara Hō in the utility room were already stunned with fear. They looked at each other, neither of them dared to say a word.

"He did say that. What good would it do me to lie to you? It's a pity that I don't have a recording, otherwise you could have appreciated his ugly appearance before he died... Logically speaking, he should be the person who is least afraid of death, right? He's about to go to the Western Paradise to enjoy it, so why would he be so scared that he runs away?" Fushimi Shika asked.

"Impossible! Impossible! You are lying to me!" Miki Shirakawa kept repeating this sentence.

"Am I lying to you, or do you not want to admit that you did something stupid? As far as I know, you donated all the insurance money that your husband paid for his life to the cult, right? Not only that, you also sent your daughter, who was bullied, to the cult to sleep with her... Is this really something a mother can do?" Fushimi Shika became aggressive.

Shirakawa Miki screamed hysterically: "I am doing this for her own good, for Junko and Kei, so that they can be free in the future--"

"It's really touching! Such words will definitely be encouraged in the religious community, right? The master and fellow believers will definitely praise you for being a competent mother, right? But is that really the case?"

Fushimi Shika changed the subject, leaned over to Shirakawa Miki, and said jokingly, "Junko is dead."

"Huh?" Miki Shirakawa was stunned.

"I sent her to paradise. According to you, she is free, right?" Fushimi Shika continued, "And your son, Kei Horie, is still serving his sentence in prison. He may be abused by his cellmates and exploited by the warden and prison guards every day, but he doesn't even have anyone to confide in. He can't even tell you about this because you will feel that this is...his inevitable suffering."

"No...that's not the case..."

Miki Shirakawa collapsed. She suddenly burst into tears and said something incomprehensible. She said that she still had to complete the test for her teacher, and then she said that she was sorry for her children.

She inexplicably recalled the days when her husband was still alive. If her husband had not lost his job, their family could have continued to live happily; if her husband had not committed suicide, their family could have gritted their teeth and got through the difficult times; if she had not joined Aum Shinrikyo, Junko and Agui could still rely on her as a mother...

wrong! wrong!
How could I have such disrespectful thoughts?!
This is all for their happy liberation, for their reunion in the paradise in the next life. Living is more painful than death... Yes, living is more painful than death...

But Agui is still alive.

Shirakawa Miki regretted it, she slowly slid to her knees, her head still stuck in the door, her long hair hanging down. She couldn't move forward or backward, she was in a dilemma, just like her life was stuck, with no beginning or end, at the mercy of others.

If anyone could help her...

If she could just get out of this quagmire...

Miki Shirakawa finally realized something. She sobbed and said in a tiny voice: "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

"I know I was wrong... I..."

"Please give me another chance..."

……

When Yuan Yuzi saw this scene, she felt a tightness in her chest.

She began to think that the person outside was Fushimi Shika. Only Fushimi Shika could have such eloquence to make a believer who had already lost his mind change his mind.

A prodigal son who returns is more valuable than gold. As long as Aunt Baichuan can recognize her mistakes, she is willing to give her another chance...

However, a cold announcement came from outside the door:

"Sorry, it's late."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shirakawa Miki raised her head, her eyes widened, and she wanted to say something. A flash of knife light flashed through the crack of the door, and her head was stuck in the narrow door. Her body fell limply to the ground, and the expression of pain and regret on her face gradually solidified.

The knife was so fast that before she lost consciousness, the executioner said:

"I just want you to die in regret."

(End of this chapter)