Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 367 Confession (a homophone)
May 9th is "Confession Day (告白の日)," a holiday that is a pun on the pronunciation of "ko (5) ku (9) haku (告白)."

In other words, this jar of stars is equivalent to a confession.

Fushimi Shika felt a little smug. When the time was right, he would use this to expose Minamoto no Tamako's little scheme, pretending to be nonchalant and saying, "Hey, the birthday present you gave me was exactly 590 stars. Are you secretly in love with me?"

At that point, Genji Tamako will undoubtedly be thrown into a panic and completely disarmed. If she can't come up with a reasonable explanation, he can press her further until she loses all composure, throws herself into despair, and shouts, "So what if I like you!"

In this way, the mission is accomplished.

He'd even rehearsed his response: 'Well... since you've put it that way, I'll reluctantly agree.'

Not bad.

Fushimi Shika unscrewed the glass jar, sprinkled the stars onto the sheets, and bent over to count them one by one.

Don't ask him why he doesn't count on the table; the answer is he doesn't have a desk. He does have a huge collection of comic books, all stored in the bookshelf, which he usually reads on the sofa in the living room... Back when he first transmigrated, he was still disciplined enough to read the files, but now he's become a lazybones.

The system is extremely harmful.

He spent seven or eight minutes counting all the stars; there were only 453 in total.

That's strange, did I miss a few?

Fushimi Shika looked around, then lay down on the floor to check under the bed, making sure nothing was missing, before scratching his head.

Could it be that Genji Tamako was slacking off?
Fushimi Shika pondered for a while and felt that Minamoto no Tamako didn't seem like the kind of person who would slack off. She had already folded more than four hundred paper stars, so what difference would it make if she folded one more hundred?

He then thought that perhaps he wasn't familiar with Japanese culture enough, and maybe 453 had some special homonym...

These days there's no Baidu Encyclopedia, so he has nowhere to ask questions.

If you were to ask Minamoto no Tamako directly, she'd definitely give you a sly smile and chuckle, saying, "Oh, so you were counting the stars carefully? Are you really that concerned about the number of stars? Could it be that you've been secretly in love with me all this time?"

Fushimi Shika put the paper stars back into the glass jar, wondering who he could ask about this.

Ping Yingzi was the first to reject the idea; that little girl lacked common sense, asking her was pointless and risked leaking information.

Next is Moriki Masahiro. Although the director of the business department is a bit old, she is still a woman and doesn't look old. Maybe she can understand what Minamoto Tamako is thinking... Unfortunately, she seems to be on Minamoto Tamako's side. I don't have a deep relationship with her. No, no, I'll pass on her.
Then there's Kazama Takusai. This guy owes him a lot of favors, so it shouldn't be difficult to get Kazama Takusai to keep quiet. But the problem is that Kazama Takusai seems to be against Minamoto Tamako being with him. I don't know what he's thinking. What kind of monster dares to oppose him? ... Also, pass away.

In the end, only Watanabe Shun was left, but unfortunately he was a big mouth. If we told him about this, everyone in the police station would know the next day.

Fortunately, Watanabe Shun isn't very bright, and with a little persuasion, he can get information out of people.

Fushimi Shika paged Watanabe Shun, claiming to be a friend of his and using the pretext of researching for a novel, inquiring about the special meaning of the number 453.

Watanabe Shun was probably drunk; he didn't reply to messages all night.

The next morning, Fushimi Shika was still fast asleep when his pager beeped twice, waking him up. He groggily picked it up and saw that Watanabe Shun had replied with a single word:

"no"

This guy is probably worried about operating costs, so he's extra frugal when using pagers to type.

"Why don't you think about it again?" Fushimi Shika yawned.

"I can't figure it out," Watanabe Shun replied. Fushimi Shika, not getting the answer he wanted, frowned in dissatisfaction. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering what was going on.

Did Minamoto no Tamako not even notice the numbers?

That makes sense. Folding stars and counting them at the same time is too troublesome. Even if you specially send 590 stars, it doesn't prove anything... If he doesn't count them, then it's all for nothing.
I don't think Yuko would do something so stupid.

Fushimi Shika turned her face away and looked at the glass jar on the bedside table, wondering if this was just an ordinary birthday present.
This is too ordinary, isn't it?
Of course, if these stars were folded by Minamoto no Tamako herself, then he could still feel a little bit of her heartfelt sentiment in them... Although this sentiment might not seem very useful, it was still a sentiment nonetheless.

The problem is that he thinks these stars look like the kind you buy at a convenience store, the kind that costs 100 yen a can.

Something is wrong, nine out of ten times something is wrong.

With so many little thoughts in her mind, it's impossible that Yuan Yuzi didn't put thought into her birthday gift.

Back in the snowy mountains, he had only brought back Yuan Yuzi who had a cold, and she immediately put a lot of thought into how to repay him—it had to be meaningful and express her gratitude. Such high standards were in line with Yuan Yuzi's gift-giving habits.

The little devil Kawai chimed in: "You're overthinking it. It's also possible she doesn't care about you at all and just bought a can on her way home from get off work..."

This time, without the angel figurines lifting a finger, Fushimi Shika slapped her into a meat patty.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door, accompanied by Minamoto no Tamako's shouts:

"Get up! Time to get up, Fushimi-kun! If you stay in bed any longer, you'll be late for work!"

Fushimi Shika was already annoyed, so he casually replied, "I'm not going! Help me get a sick leave!"

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Gen Tamako asked.

"I'm feeling a bit too comfortable, so I'd like to take a day off and rest at home." Fushimi Shika closed his eyes.

"How can this be? You're skipping work! Get up!" Yuan Yuzi pounded on the door relentlessly.

"I just got back from Cat Island yesterday, and I'm mentally exhausted. I need to rest, right?" Fushimi Shika rolled over.

Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Tamako rested her chin on her hand. She had felt that Fushimi-kun was acting strangely after returning, and it turned out that he had suffered a mental shock. She wondered what Fushimi-kun had gone through before making a bet with the chief designer... It must have been very painful for him.
Ugh……

Thinking of this, Yuan Yuzi suddenly couldn't bear to be too demanding of him. She told him to rest at home and see a psychologist if he had any problems, so he wouldn't develop PTSD.

Fushimi Shika mumbled a few perfunctory "uh-huhs" before finally getting out of bed and getting up to brush his teeth, scratching his stomach, after Minamoto no Tamako left for work and the sound of the living room door closing.

As he stood in front of the mirror, a corner of a hideous, ghostly claw was revealed beneath the hem of his shirt, which he lifted with his right hand.

Fushimi Shika's heart sank. He slowly took off his shirt, revealing a terrifying array of ghostly claws that snaked and coiled towards his back and arms.

He reached out and touched it; it didn't hurt or itch, it still felt like skin, and the ghostly claws were like dark tattoos.

Ugh……

I should have spared Fukuyama Douxian's life.

(End of this chapter)