Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 374 Perfect Life Reward Table

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika felt a strange sense of sorrow, as if a deer had died while its vines were withered.

Minamoto no Tamako had risked her life with Fujiwara no Homare on Cat Island, and they were practically comrades-in-arms. Although Fujiwara no Homare hadn't done anything particularly remarkable, he had still put in the effort. Now that Fujiwara no Homare was in trouble, Minamoto no Tamako didn't even offer a helping hand, but instead turned her back on him without hesitation, displaying an attitude of complete impartiality.

Sigh, if he ever slips up and falls into Genji's hands, I don't even want to think about it...

"Let's digest our food a bit after we finish eating... I want to spend more time with you."

Fushimi Shika maintained an elegant fake smile, using all her social charm and psychological insight to win over Origami Tamako's girlish heart.

The atmosphere last night was quite good. Even if he did nothing, he could still get Genji to obediently give him a birthday present. Now that he's taking the initiative, he's sure to win over the Tamagomon in one fell swoop!

“Okay, okay,” Gen Tamako nodded repeatedly, “Then let’s go to the interrogation room to digest our food!”

"..."

Fushimi Shika remained silent for a moment, then, fueled by her inner demons, unleashed Evil Chant 4.0 to clash with Minamoto no Tamako's magic: "Is Fujiwara no Homare more important than me?"

"What?" Gen Tamako was stunned, forgetting to chew her eel rice.

"It seems you're so focused on saving your lover that you're unwilling to even have a meal with me."

Fushimi Shika looked like a heartbroken, helpless husband: "It's true, you and the Fujiwara family are a perfect match. The head of the Kujo family has personally arranged your marriage, and you're getting married at the end of this year... Sigh, I suppose we won't even be able to be friends anymore. How can a daughter-in-law of the Fujiwara family associate with a commoner like me?"

Upon hearing this, Ping Yingzi squinted, puffed out her cheeks, and chewed away, looking at someone who was acting like an idiot.

Gen Tamako quickly explained that it wasn't like that; she hadn't had time to rest because she was investigating the case, and regardless of whether the suspect was Fujiwara Homare or not, she had to do her best... Besides, her marriage to Fujiwara Homare wasn't settled yet!
Finally, she glanced at Fushimi Shika's expression and couldn't help but add:
"If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't have to go through the marriage alliance with the Fujiwara family."

Although now is not the right time, she wouldn't be unable to reluctantly accept it if Fushimi confessed his feelings.

Fushimi Shika understood her unspoken meaning. This guy was so unambitious, yet he wanted to get him to speak. It was truly despicable. As expected, Tamako-mon was still up to his old tricks and wanted to make him his dog.

His expression changed in an instant, and he curled his lip in disdain: "Does he need to find a boyfriend? Fujiwara Homare is going to jail soon anyway, right? And you were the one who sent him there... Tsk tsk tsk, the Fujiwara family is really unlucky."

Gen Tamako couldn't help but correct her, "Fujiwara Homare is a criminal suspect. Before the court pronounces its verdict, he cannot be considered a criminal! That's clearly prejudice! If Fujiwara Homare really did kill someone, I'm just handling the case impartially, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any marriage alliance!"

Fushimi Shika was quite disappointed to see that she was completely absorbed in the case. It seemed that today was not the right time; she would wait until she finished.

Let's eat first!
Fushimi Shika picked up his chopsticks and muttered casually, "I'm starting to eat."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yuzi didn't say anything more, and picked up another piece of grilled eel with sauce, afraid that it would be snatched up if she was too late.

The dark brown fish skin gleamed with an oily sheen under the light. She took a bite, and her tongue first encountered the sticky, slightly sweet sauce, followed by the crispy outer layer of fish and the creamy, snow-white eel meat inside. As the fat melted between her teeth, it released a rich, caramelized aroma.

She couldn't help but squint, muttering indistinctly, "Eel should have this sweet and salty ratio," before scooping up a spoonful of curry beef brisket and pouring it over the steaming white rice.

The curry broth is thick and rich, coating the tender beef brisket. Yuan Yuzi mixes the rice with the curry, and the taste is spicy with the smoothness of coconut milk. The potatoes soak up the broth and melt in your mouth, while the beef tendon has a chewy, gelatinous texture.

She chewed while unconsciously tapping the rim of the bowl with her spoon, completely unaware that sauce had gotten onto her suit sleeve.

Hira Sakurako focused intently on conquering her mountain of beef brisket, her fork precisely avoiding every piece of carrot. Curry spilled from the rim of her porcelain bowl onto the tablecloth, which she nonchalantly wiped clean with a slice of bread, discreetly placing it back on her plate, her movements as natural as if she were handling evidence at a crime scene.

good to eat!

Ping Yingzi gulped down iced barley tea, and after she had eaten and drunk her fill, she left with the words "I'm full" and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

Yuan Yuzi quickly stopped her, intending to discuss school matters with her.

Hira Sakurako informed her that she had been accepted into Waseda Vocational School and that she needed to prepare her application materials. Minamoto Tamako was surprised, relieved, and a little stressed upon hearing this, as the tuition at this prestigious school was expensive, and she wondered if her salary could cover it.

"Keep it up! You can tell me anything that makes you unhappy at school!"

Yuan Yuzi encouraged Ping Yingzi, quickly finished the rest of her food, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then took out her pink flip phone to send text messages to pre-arrange the interrogation room, urge the lab to provide the toxicology report, and call the patrol officers to take statements...

After she finished her work, she looked up and saw Fushimi Shika lying lazily on the sofa. He ate his fill and then went to sleep. He didn't clear the table or wash the dishes. He had revealed his true colors and had become Master Fushimi again.

Yuan Yuzi was already used to it. She pouted and wiped the table clean. Japan's garbage sorting rules were incredibly troublesome, but she still followed them carefully. She washed the dishes, wiped the table, and cleaned up all the kitchen waste before preparing to go out to handle the case.

"Let's go! Deduction team, all members, move out!"

She carried the trash bags in both hands, full of confidence, and prepared to leave.

Fushimi Shika rolled over, waved her hand, and said, "You go first, I'll rest a little longer." "How long are you going to rest?" Minamoto Tamako raised her eyebrows.

"In a moment."

"Then I wait for you."

Genjima put down the trash bag, sat on the sofa, and kept a watch on Fushimi Shika.

A suffocating feeling, like a python coiling around him, swept over him, making it impossible for Fushimi Shika to relax and fish. He simply pretended to be sick, clutching his head and saying, "Ouch, ouch, my head hurts." Minamoto no Tamako, unsure if he was serious, pulled him along, wanting him to go to the hospital.

"It's alright, I'll be fine after lying down for a while," Fushimi Shika said.

Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Tamako knew he was faking it. She was so angry her ahoge (cowlick) stood on end. She thought to herself, "Fushimi-kun is getting lazier and lazier. At least he used to come to work on time, but now he's openly faking illness to skip work! It's just too much!"
Minamoto no Tamako didn't even want to use the indulgence tickets. Going to work was Fushimi's job, so why should she pay for them? Fushimi wasn't working for her, and his salary had nothing to do with her. Why should she pay her colleague to work?

Such unhealthy trends and evil practices must not be encouraged!

Genjiro pushed Fushimi Shika's arm, urging him to get up and go to work quickly.

Kinoshita Shojin explicitly demanded that no special investigation team be established, and as the chief investigator, she only had Fushimi Shika as her subordinate—if Fushimi Shika went on strike, wouldn't she be left with no one to command?

However, Fushimi Shika didn't care. Even if he wanted to investigate the case, he had to wait until his leg injury healed. During this time, he absolutely could not act with Minamoto no Tamako, lest he be exposed.

"No, no, I already said I have a headache. Do you think you can't solve the case without me? Always relying on others, how will you become a famous police inspector and detective in the future? I'm giving you a chance to train independently!" Fushimi Shika buried her face in the cushion.

"Nonsense! Solving cases requires brainstorming. Maybe you can give me some inspiration? Wake up, get up!"

After much shoving and pushing, Fushimi Shika remained as still as a dead pig. Unable to do anything with him, she reluctantly returned to her room, opened her piggy bank, and prepared to use her indulgences.

Upon witnessing this, Hira Sakura immediately complained, claiming that Fushimi Shika had gone back on his word today, keeping her two little puddings for herself, and demanded two indulgences in return.

Genji looked troubled. Sakurako had been earning redemption tickets, while she seemed to be losing them—it was really strange. She couldn't help but ask Sakurako, "If you don't plan to save them, why do you need so many redemption tickets?"

“Only when it circulates can it be called currency; if it’s just stored away, it’s just a piece of paper,” Hira Sakurako said.

These words were like a wake-up call, and Yuan Yuzi suddenly understood, feeling as if she had been scolded three times by a wise man under the Bodhi tree for not being awake.

Fushimi-kun is using indulgences to do evil things with impunity!
If she doesn't spend any money, then for Fushimi-kun, there will be no cost to doing bad things!

Moreover, Fushimi-kun has been using various methods to collect the red indulgence tickets, with the aim of preventing her from accumulating them and thus avoiding her exchanging them for red indulgence tickets!

—What a sinister intention!
Minamoto no Tamako had already figured out how the Indulgence Tickets worked, but she was still reluctant to squander the money she had worked so hard to save. She still harbored a glimmer of hope... What if she could save up enough? What if she could actually exchange it for a Red Indulgence Ticket?

Yesterday she just received a Rabbit Coin, which is equivalent to a Purple Indulgence Ticket, and she's just a little bit away from getting a Red Indulgence Ticket...

No, there's a trap!

Could it be that Fushimi deliberately skipped work to collect her indulgences?!

Thinking of this, Genji was even more reluctant to part with her.

But she had to find a way to get Fushimi to do things, since she had promised Section Chief Kinoshita.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Genji had a sudden flash of inspiration and realized something again—perhaps the moment she understood how the indulgence tickets worked, she subconsciously thought about how to learn it for her own use.

Since Fushimi-kun can issue rabbit coins and indulgence tickets, she can certainly issue something similar!

There are no inherently good or bad methods; it all depends on how the person in charge uses them. She is not as insidious as Fushimi-kun; the rules she sets are absolutely aboveboard!

Genji licked her lips, hunched over her desk, and began to write and draw. Then she asked Sakura to carve a small seal for her. Sakura, who had experience making Noh masks, carved the seal as requested in just a few minutes.

With everything ready, she put her hands behind her back and returned to the living room with a smile:
"Fushimi-kun~"

Upon hearing this tone, Fushimi Shika instinctively shuddered. He lifted his head from the sofa like a groundhog, his face grave: "What? What are you going to do?"

"Dang-dang-dang!"

Gen Tamako imitated the sound effect of Doraemon pulling out a magical gadget, took out a notebook and a stamp from behind her back, and loudly announced, "Look! I've invented something great... I've already thought of a name for it, it'll be called the 'Perfect Life Reward Chart'!"

(End of this chapter)