Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 344: Minamoto Tamako vs. Fushimi Kakashi

The person outside the door must not be Fushimi-kun!

Fushimi-kun would never say such horrible words! Nor would he do such a cruel thing!
Yuan Yuzi widened her eyes, quickly covered her mouth and held her breath, fearing that she would attract the attention of the executioner.

Fujiwara no longer boasted that he was the chosen one, for he was afraid that Fushimi Shika would get so excited about killing that he would be killed as well.

The two of them hugged their knees, hid in the blind spot behind the door, held their breath, and trembled.

There was a faint sound of a knife being wiped outside the door, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps, and someone murmured, "Um... Is anyone there?"

Fujiwara Tomoya subconsciously covered his mouth and his breathing stopped.

"Moses Moses?"

The man hadn't left yet and pushed hard against the door.

The shelf shook violently. It seemed that the guy was quite strong. Fujiwara Yu's brain suddenly twitched for some reason. He couldn't hold his breath and said subconsciously, "No one!"

"..."

Yuan Yuzi's eyes widened, and she looked sideways at Fujiwara Yu, wondering how could someone be so stupid? !

It's also weird that this guy keeps talking about becoming an immortal. Who would believe this? Does he have a congenital intellectual disability?
This shout silenced the attacker outside the door.

The situation fell into a strange awkwardness. The people outside the door did not come in, and the people inside the door did not dare to go out. The two sides were in a stalemate.

After four or five seconds, the person outside the door seemed to have given up, and the sound of footsteps leaving became farther and farther away.

Yuan Yuzi slowly let go of her worries and breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered if she had misunderstood Section Chief Fujiwara? Did that voice just now have a deeper meaning? Otherwise, why would the attacker leave? A normal person wouldn't lie like "no one was there", right?

As expected of him, he is the youngest criminal section chief in the Metropolitan Police Department. I can’t see through him. I can’t see through him at all!
At the same time, Fujiwara Yu's heart was about to jump out. He regretted what he said the moment he said it. He wanted to slap himself twice, wondering what stupid thing he was doing?
However, after hearing the footsteps leaving, Fujiwara Yu was overjoyed, thinking that he was indeed a man of destiny, destined to become an immortal in the future, and that he would be able to overcome any danger he encountered...

The next second, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the corridor:
“The gambling game between designers and participants has officially begun!”

"The bet is as follows: Participant 9708 chooses whether to leave Cat Island. If he chooses 'stay', the designer wins."

"Now let's focus on 9708. She and another participant are hiding in the sundry storage room in the believers' living area of ​​the World's Navel... The scene in the corridor is tragic. The instigator heard the announcement and seemed to realize that there are other people in the sundry storage room."

……

Gen Tamako and Fujiwara Hō looked at each other and picked up their rifles at the same time.

The former couldn't help but whispered, "Who is organizing this cruel and evil game?" The latter also lowered his voice, sweating on his forehead, "How should I know? Anyway, Asahara Shoko must be bragging!"

There were footsteps outside the door again, this time getting closer.

Fujiwara Yu turned around, and suddenly something clicked in his mind. He said to Yuan Yuzi, "It must be coming for you... How about you sacrifice yourself and go out to lead them away?"

"Why don't you go?" Gen Tamako began to doubt Fujiwara Homare's character, as he could even say such selfish words.

"I am the only son of the Fujiwara family. I was born to achieve great things and become an immortal in the future. How can I sacrifice myself here..."

Seeing that Yuan Yuzi was unmoved, Fujiwara Yu had to use his brain and said, "The gap in the door is too small, I can't get out! You are relatively petite, so you can get out to attract the attacker's attention, and when he passes through the gap in the door, I can secretly shoot him. Isn't this a perfect strategy?"

Gen Yuzi was shocked, thinking that Section Chief Fujiwara was indeed a hidden talent. She hesitated for a moment, and decided that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so she might as well give it a try and verify whether the attacker outside the door was Fushimi-kun!
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, told herself not to pay attention to Aunt Baichuan's head, and quickly moved sideways to get out through the crack in the door.

A strong smell of blood hit her in the face. Beheading would cause a large amount of blood to gush out from the neck, and the scene was no less than a human fountain. The amount of bleeding in the corridor was quite spectacular. Even the ceiling was covered with sticky blood beads. The ground was littered with corpses and heads, which scared Yuan Yuzi's heart.

The instigator stood at the end of the corridor, holding a knife, the hood around his neck was dripping with blood, and the dog's fur was soaked in blood.

Yuan Yuzi raised the rifle and pointed the muzzle at the dog-headed man, but did not pull the trigger.

The broadcast sounded at the right time: "Participant 9708, yes, it's you, the cute girl in pajamas holding a rifle."

"Congratulations, you have successfully passed the trial "Hide and Seek" and received 100 points as a reward, which can be used to redeem tickets... Do you plan to redeem the tickets and leave?"

"By the way, during the trial, the identities of the participants will be kept strictly confidential. We are not as shameless as the Aum Shinrikyo and will never sell out personal privacy. Please rest assured, participants."

……

Why ask at this time?!
Yuan Yuzi stared at the dog-headed man, her heart beating wildly.

Sakurako, Sister Yalan, Senior Watanabe and Senior Kazama... They are all here, their lives or deaths unknown, how could she escape alone?

But if you don't run...

Yuan Yuzi swallowed and subconsciously glanced at the corpses on the ground - many believers had rifles in their hands, but still couldn't escape death.

Can she and Section Chief Fujiwara really survive by themselves?
Perhaps the best solution is to leave and call for help?

But what’s the difference between this and the past?
Isn't she just going to run away?
Am I going to lose the people I cherish again because of my incompetence?

The dog-headed man in front of him seemed to have noticed something. He took a stance, raised the sword in his hand, and stood up straight.

--murderous look.

For the first time, Fushimi Shika sensed murderous intent in Gen Tamako.

The aura was faint but obvious, like a drop of oil floating on the water.

Fushimi Shika's eyes fell on the top of Gen Tamako's head. The crime index was still 1%... For some reason, his body reacted subconsciously, just like when Gen Tamako asked him to go investigate Instructor Sakurai together, he somehow chose not to refuse.

There was something about this guy that not only attracted him but also frightened him.

not right...

She wasn't like this before...

Is it because you didn't recognize me?
Does she usually stare at criminals like this?
What did that guy Kazama Takusai teach her?
The two men stood at the two ends of the corridor, and the solemn atmosphere gradually spread, overflowing from the aisle and flowing into the utility room, causing Fujiwara Takashi to hold his breath involuntarily.

The broadcast sounded again: "If you remain silent for more than ten seconds, it will be considered as your default departure."

Gen Yuzi asked, "Can I bring a friend with me?"

"Sorry, one off-island ticket costs 60 points, and your current balance is insufficient to purchase a second ticket."

"Then there's nothing to say," Yuan Yuzi put her shoulder against the butt of the gun and aimed her eyes at the scope, "I refuse."

A sharp electric sound was heard, and the bet ended. The broadcast returned to a cold electronic sound, routinely notifying the remaining participants to go to the Temple of Seven Sins to participate in the trial and compete for points. For the two people in the corridor, the broadcast was just an interlude.

Fujiwara Yoshi put his face against the crack of the door, pushing up against Shirakawa Miki's head, and peered at the two of them back and forth.

Is that dog-headed man really Fushimi-kun? From his perspective, there is a 90% chance that he is Fushimi-kun... But Gen Tamako said that he is not. As Fushimi-kun's girlfriend, she has more say, so the identity of the dog-headed man remains in doubt for the time being.

Fujiwara Yoshi's mouth turned into a pout. He turned his gaze and looked at Gen Tamako. The latter's Lion King pajamas were stained with blood, and her cotton slippers had turned into red slippers. Although her ahoge was still shaking restlessly, her hand holding the gun was very steady.

Is this going to be true?
Instead of running away, she approached him actively?
Fujiwara Yoshi picked up the rifle and wanted to lend a hand. He felt that his angle was good and suitable for a sneak attack.

It was not until this moment, when he was about to shoot, that Fujiwara Yoshi realized that he should check the magazine, as it would be terrible if there was no bullets.

He pressed the trigger, the magazine popped out, and he looked down...

empty.

Oh wow.

Come to think of it, if you are going to die, who cares about the amount of bullets? You will definitely hold the trigger and fire back and forth, and it is normal to empty the magazine.

Fujiwara Takashi realized that there was a big problem. He had no bullets, so naturally he couldn't support Minamoto Tamako. The battle plan had already failed!
He quickly stuck to the crack of the door and winked at Yuan Yuzi, signaling her to run away quickly. It was unknown whether Yuan Yuzi really didn't see it or pretended not to see it. She didn't react at all and still stood there, glancing at the corpse in the corner of the corridor from time to time.

It’s not good, it’s really not good!

Fujiwara Takashi broke out in a cold sweat. It was horrible enough to see his aunt being beheaded in front of him. He didn’t even dare to think about how many days he would have nightmares after returning home. It was already an extraordinary performance that he didn’t vomit on the spot… If Minamoto Tamako was beheaded in front of him, it would definitely be a psychological trauma for the rest of his life! !

How to do?
Is there anything that can be used as a weapon?

Fujiwara Yoshi was in a panic, looking back and forth in the utility room.

There is a spoon on the shelf, maybe I can use the spoon to dig the attacker to death... No way!! How is it possible!!
Where's the tray? He threw the tray out like a dart, beheading the attacker... How could he stop? If I were so powerful, would I still be hiding in here? ! !

Fujiwara Yu pounded the floor with both hands, looking like a defeated dog, wondering if it was irreversible? Could he just watch Gen Yuko die? It seemed that the road to becoming an immortal was destined to be lonely, and he could only taste the bitterness of living alone...

He raised his head and pressed it against the crack of the door, not daring to look but unable to help looking.

At this time, the dog-headed man took a half step back.

Before Fujiwara Yu could react, the gunpowder barrel exploded, breaking the tense situation. Yuan Yuzi pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun started to fire. The strong recoil forced her to squat to barely suppress the gun. The moment before she fired, the dog-headed man suddenly crouched down, almost touching the ground, and jumped left and right, closing the distance in the blink of an eye - another five meters, and Yuan Yuzi would be within the killing range!
Fujiwara Yu's heart skipped a beat. He felt another flash of a knife before his eyes. Fortunately, there was no blood splattering. Gen Yuzi decisively abandoned her rifle, retreated, rolled over, and pulled out a pistol from the body of the believer.

Without even a glance, she raised her gun and fired.

Fujiwara Yu didn't see clearly what she did when she drew her gun. Her speed was so fast that it was almost as fast as the speed of the dog-headed man swinging his sword. Then the gunfire roared, and Fujiwara Yu still didn't see clearly what happened. The dog-headed man's forward movement came to an abrupt halt, and the sword in his hand left an afterimage, and a few sparks flashed by.

Gen Yuzi stood up and retreated, keeping a distance, maintaining a range of seven meters, and fired continuously; at the other end of the corridor, the dog-headed man was caught in a dilemma, and Fujiwara Yu even heard a muffled groan. This guy seemed to have been shot, but his movements were still smooth, so that he was not sure whether he was hallucinating.

hiss……

Fujiwara Yu began to think, was it because Gen Yuko's marksmanship was too strong, or was it because the aim of those followers was too poor, that Gen Yuko was able to defeat the dog-headed man?

After all, pistol bullets are limited. Once the bullets are used up, Yuan Yuzi will be at the mercy of others... but the prerequisite is that the dog-headed man can hold on until the bullets are used up.

A level 7 swordsmanship master is definitely no match for hot weapons.

Before charging forward, while confronting Gen Tamaki, Fushimi Shika quietly used his skill points to upgrade his Fuji Shinryu swordsmanship to level 10... Fortunately, he had taken precautions in advance, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

But even so, there is no comparison between cold weapons and hot weapons.

Fushimi Shika has always been very clear that the prerequisite for cutting bullets with a knife and predicting their trajectory is that the level gap between the gunman and the swordsman is too great.

Ordinary shooters will take a long time to pre-aim and will not put their finger on the trigger before shooting, which means they have a long reaction time. If they use the Buddha-style shooting method, their hit rate will be pitifully low, and they will also lose their vision, which also leaves room for evasion...

But not anymore.

He couldn't react at all.

If it weren't for the instinctive reaction of his muscles, he would probably have been shot in the right hand, the left leg, and the forearm...

Run first!

Fushimi Kaka jumped up from the spot, stretched out one arm, grabbed the edge of the vent, used the inertia of the jump to pull himself up, and got into the pipe.

Yuan Yuzi took the opportunity to fire another shot, this time hitting his calf.

Fushimi Shika groaned, secretly hating Yuan Yuzi in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about it. After all, he had just done something bad, and it was not convenient for him to reveal his identity.

He originally planned to leave directly, but he was worried that Gen Tamaki in the warehouse was injured, so he couldn't help but go back to check. As a result, Gen Tamaki jumped out with a gun... Fushimi Shika didn't dare to look back, for fear of being shot and dying inexplicably, so he could only bite the bullet and confront Gen Tamaki.

He wanted to retreat, but as soon as he moved his legs, Yuan Yuzi shot him for no apparent reason.

At this moment, Fushimi Shika was crawling quickly in the ventilation duct. After bypassing the dormitory area, he looked around and made sure that Gen Tamako had not caught up with him. He jumped out of the duct on one leg, found a bathroom, and tore off his windbreaker to treat his wound.

This is troublesome...

Fushimi Shika knew that Gen Tamako was practicing with a gun, and that Kazama Takusai was teaching her how to use a gun, but Fushimi Shika never took it to heart.

After all, he has not yet met anyone with excellent marksmanship, and he has no specific idea about this.

Japan is not a battlefield in the Middle East, so how can there be so many super mercenaries? And which civil servant would spend a lot of energy shooting at the training ground instead of attending social events after get off work?
This is the case with the Metropolitan Police Department, let alone the underworld. When two small underworld gangs fight each other, they may not even be able to get a single gun together. The gun ownership rate of most underworld organizations is not high.

As long as you know how to shoot and are careful not to accidentally hurt your teammates, that's enough in Japan.

An expert who can suppress the battlefield and control the direction of street fighting by shooting with every shot can only be honed through repeated gunfights.

The "Special Assault Team (SAT)" under the Japanese National Police Agency was only officially established in 1996. In 1991, there was no such professional anti-terrorism sniper team, and other police departments had not formed large-scale sniper teams.

Fushimi Shika finally realized the crisis. Gen Tamako was growing faster than he had imagined, and he might not be able to win in the future.

In that case, why not upgrade the firearms skills as well?

Fushimi Shika confirmed that the bullet did not remain in the body but penetrated the calf, so he gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound, tying it tightly with his sleeve to stop the bleeding.

After finishing, he sat on the toilet in the cubicle, frowning and thinking.

At the moment, the most troublesome thing is not the leg injury. For Fushimi Shika, there is a more difficult problem waiting for him:
How should I explain this to Yuan Yuzi?
There is a bullet hole on the leg, which is solid evidence.

Should he lie and say that he was hit by a stray bullet? The injuries were so similar, and the body shape, voice, features, and swordsmanship were all exactly the same. Yuan Yuzi would definitely be suspicious...

Maybe Gen Tamako already suspected that he was the "ghost".

If someone hadn't pretended to be him during the first trial, making Yuan Yuzi wary, this guy would have recognized him at first sight.

How to do?
How to argue?
How about just coming clean?

After all, he had to break into the territory of Aum Shinrikyo in order to save her. The police have the right to shoot the criminal in an emergency. Gen Tamako shouldn't be so petty... right?

Fushimi Shika thought for a moment and used a thousandth of his legal common sense to realize that his actions of hunting down the cult members were definitely not in line with Minamoto Tamako's "justice"... Even if others didn't say anything, he would definitely not be able to justify killing Shirakawa Miki, after all, Shirakawa Miki was already in a state where she couldn't resist at the time.

What a hassle...

Not only did he fail to win, he even got injured...

The more Fushimi Shika thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He was particularly unhappy, especially since it was Yuan Yuzi who fired the shot. Just thinking about it made him so angry that his stomach ached. He might even have diarrhea because of this.

This is no longer a problem that can be resolved by clearing indulgences!
……

At the same time, on the other side, outside the utility room.

After Yuan Yuzi defeated the dog-headed man, she wanted to chase him and bring him to justice. How could she turn a blind eye to such a dangerous antisocial element, acting alone, who might be killing people every day outside?

Of course, as a criminal police officer, she couldn't shoot the suspect without warning. She didn't aim at the vital parts when she fired just now. She would try to shoot at the feet if possible, and only at the hands if it really didn't work. Even though the dog-headed man was about to pounce on her face just now, she didn't shoot at the heart.

Every failure makes her wiser, and she will never make the same mistake twice!
Seeing this, Fujiwara no Takashi hurriedly stopped her and said that there was no point in chasing after a desperate enemy, as the most important thing right now was to fill his stomach!

Yes, he was hungry.

But Fujiwara Yu called out to Minamoto Tamako not entirely because he was hungry, but mainly because he was afraid of death. If Minamoto Tamako left, and he was left alone, it would be like a lone wolf in a horror movie, a sure death!
Gen Tamako originally thought it was fine, but when Fujiwara Hō mentioned that, her stomach immediately started to growl.

She didn't have dinner on the day she was kidnapped, and she didn't know how long she was unconscious. After she woke up, she tossed and turned. Even an iron man would be starving.

Fujiwara Yoshi moved the shelves and opened the door of the utility room, and Shirakawa Miki's head fell to the ground. He pretended not to see it, and discussed it with Yuan Yuzi for a while, and they both decided to go to the kitchen.

They searched around and found canned food in the refrigerator in the back kitchen, as well as fresh ingredients, but Gen Tamaki had no interest in cooking and Fujiwara Yoshino didn't know how to cook at all, so they had to make do with canned food.

After eating and drinking, Fujiwara Yoshi's nerves relaxed. The tragic scenes of massacre in the auditorium and the corridor suddenly came to his mind. He felt a little nauseous, but he was reluctant to waste the canned food, so he could only cover his mouth and endure it.

Gen Yuzi was fine. She was always worried about Sakurako and the others and had no time to think about anything else.

"The broadcast just now notified all participants to go to the Temple of the Seven Sins. Sakurako and the others might be there too. I plan to go to the Temple of the Seven Sins to look for them."

As she spoke, she counted the bullets.

"what?"

Fujiwara Yu loosened his hand, thinking that the name 'Temple of the Seven Sins' sounded very dangerous. It might be the lair of the instigator. It was full of torturous traps and mechanisms, making people kill each other for fun. Just thinking about it made him shudder.

"Well...should we prioritize how to leave?" Fujiwara Yu expressed his objection implicitly.

"I've also thought about this aspect, how to leave after finding someone," Yuan Yuzi said without raising her head, stuffing bullets into the magazine one by one: "The broadcast also mentioned "points" and "tickets", claiming that there are rewards for the trial, and you only need to use points to exchange for tickets, and you can leave..."

"What if the broadcast is a lie?" Fujiwara Takashi interrupted.

"It's better than just sitting here," Yuan Yuzi asked sideways, "Or does Section Chief Fujiwara have other tricks?"

She asked sincerely.

In her eyes, Section Chief Fujiwara's train of thought was different from that of ordinary people, and he even had some signs of being wise but appearing foolish. Maybe he could really come up with some reliable solutions.

But in Fujiwara Yoshi's view, Minamoto Tamako was just mocking him in a sarcastic way.

Tsk, this guy really looks down on people...

Is it amazing that you are good at shooting? Tsk…

Fujiwara Hō was secretly complaining and wanted to prove himself, but he didn't have the ability. In the end, he could only eat a can of milk dragon carcass in anger, calmed down, and said expressionlessly: "Okay, let's go. If anything unexpected happens, don't blame me for not warning you."

Gen Tamako felt that these words were a bit strange, as if they were mocking her, but she couldn't think of any reason why Section Chief Fujiwara would mock her. In the end, she could only blame herself for being too suspicious.

As she spoke, she had already cleaned the gun, loaded the bullets, and everything was ready.

"In that case, let's set off now!"

(End of this chapter)