Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 375 I want to see a lawyer!
"Perfect Life Rewards Table"

—A special edition specially made by Minamoto no Tamako for Fushimi Shika!

Basic rules:

1. Daily check-in items must be completed before 23:59 on the same day; otherwise, they will expire.

2. To win the mystery grand prize, you need to check in for 30 consecutive days (you are allowed 3 interruptions, but you will need to use Rabbit Coins to make up for them).

3. Officer Yuzi has the final right of interpretation and the right to secretly change the reward.

……

Fushimi Shika squinted and glanced at the form. It was exactly like the daily login tasks in the pay-to-win game he played in his previous life. Every day, he was required to check in, sweep the floor, take out the trash, go to work on time, practice kendo, etc. He could receive daily rewards after completing the check-in.

The reward is a stamp, which is placed in the blank space on the form to mark Fushimi Shika's successful check-in.

This guy actually copied him, claiming that one mark could be exchanged for pudding, housekeeping services, foot massage services, and so on.

Previously, these services were free because Yuan Yuzi couldn't afford to pay her rent. But things are different now. She has been promoted to trainee detective, her salary has increased, and she has some savings. Paying several months' rent is no problem for her. So from now on, her special services can only be redeemed with tokens!

If that were all, it would be fine, but Minamoto no Tamako even copied his baiting method, saying that if you check in for thirty consecutive days, you can get a super prize—no matter what Fushimi-kun asks for, she will agree.

At the end of the table, this guy left a rather arrogant comment:

"Want my promise? Then exchange it for thirty days of sweat!"

—Yuan Yuzi's Seal, Zhu Wen, "Execution of Justice" Chapter.

"..."

Fushimi Shika's expression was complicated.

Just when he thought he understood Gentama's learning speed, Gentama would always surprise him again.

"How about it?" Yuan Yuzi rubbed the tip of her nose with her index finger, quite pleased with herself. "Tempted yet? Today is the first time this is being implemented, so I'm giving you a special perk. As long as you set off to investigate the case now, it'll count as you clocking in for a day!"

To be honest, Fushimi Shika was indeed a little tempted. Rather than racking his brains to get Minamoto no Tamako to confess first, it would be better to accumulate thirty stamps and let Minamoto no Tamako reveal her feelings—the latter was obviously easier and would not lead to any unexpected situations.

But Fushimi Shika knew in his heart that this reward was a bait deliberately set to control him.

Sure enough, once a person has something to ask for, they will have something to hold against them.

“It looks good, but unfortunately, I’m not very interested,” Fushimi Shika rolled over and lay on his back on the sofa. “I twisted my right ankle while cooking today, so I can’t walk.”

Upon hearing this, Genji frowned.

She had anticipated Fushimi Shika's resistance. This guy was a total tsundere, very concerned about his image, and definitely wouldn't accept it so easily. She was already prepared to give Fushimi a long speech to persuade him.

But to everyone's surprise, Fushimi used his foot injury as an excuse.

Given Fushimi's skill level, how could he possibly twist his ankle while cooking?

Is it really just a sprain?
Was it to cover up the gunshot wound on his calf...?

As Minamoto no Tamako thought about it, she became increasingly panicked. Her face gradually turned pale, and the way she looked at Fushimi Shika became strange.

"Did you twist it? Let me check it for you..."

As she spoke, she put down the forms and stamp, moved closer to the sofa, and reached out to pull up Fushimi Shika's trouser leg. Naturally, the latter was not going to give in obediently, and struggled back and forth, twisting his buttocks and saying things like "men and women should not touch each other" and "if he shows his legs, he will be impure"... Minamoto no Tamako could not bear it any longer, and reached out and pulled hard, rolling Fushimi Shika's trouser leg up to his knee.

Fushimi Shika's calves were strong and his Achilles tendons were long. He was wearing slippers, so you could see his ankles, which were free of any bruises.

Gen Tamako breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The image of the Cat Island corridor flashed through her mind: the dog-headed man standing at the end of the corridor, surrounded by gruesome corpses, the ceiling lights flickering, and a cold broadcast blaring from above—the other party leaped onto the ventilation shaft like a ghost, and she only had time to aim at the leg that had not yet retracted.

Thank goodness... it wasn't Fushimi-kun...

Fushimi Shika knew what Minamoto no Tamako was thinking. He deliberately brought it up, creating a counter-logical effect, and kept dodging with his right foot, arousing Minamoto no Tamako's suspicion but not letting her verify it—in desperation, she would only see the truth she wanted to see.

That's right, the injured leg is the left leg.

However, he pretended to have an injured right leg, creating a small misconception in Minamoto no Tamako's mind.

To prevent Minamoto no Tamako from realizing what was going on and wanting to check the other leg, Fushimi Shika deliberately blinked and asked, "What's wrong? You seem a bit strange?"

"Ah, nothing..."

Minamoto no Tamako quickly pulled down Fushimi Shika's trouser leg: "I, I was just a little surprised... Didn't you say you sprained your ankle... I, I don't look like I sprained my ankle..."

"Hmm? Why didn't you believe me when I said I had a headache?" Fushimi Shika slowly sat up and questioned, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"N-No, no... Haha... How could that be..."

Gen Tamako's forehead was sweating, and she quickly changed the subject, bringing up the Perfect Life Rewards Chart again.

Since you're not injured, you should go back to work!
"I'm injured! My head hurts, my feet hurt, my stomach hurts, I can't move at all!" Fushimi Shika squirmed on the sofa like a maggot. "Do you know Stephen Hawking? I'm about to become like that." Minamoto Tamako gave her a 'I can't do anything with you' look, and said with exasperation, "Hawking could still write books even when he was paralyzed! Investigating cases isn't physical labor, you just need to use your brain... At worst, you can sit in a wheelchair, and I'll push you around!"

Fushimi Shikame's goal was achieved, but he couldn't just agree so easily. He had to make Minamoto Tamako feel that the matter of 'sitting in a wheelchair' was something she herself insisted on.

So he kept nagging and making up all sorts of excuses, and finally bargained down the time required for the super prize to 22 days (a total of eight weekend days a month), before he reluctantly agreed.

"Of course, let me make this clear from the start: I'm not interested in any grand prizes, I just want to see some interesting locked-room murder cases..."

Fushimi Shika sat up and pouted, "What are you standing there for? Where's the wheelchair?"

Yuan Yuzi scoffed, thinking to herself that this guy was really stubborn. He clearly wanted it so badly, but he insisted that he didn't want it.

Hmph, luckily she's a cut above the rest!
Genji Tamako unfolded her folding wheelchair and pushed it to the sofa, gesturing for Fushimi Shika to take the seat. The latter, adhering to the principle of not arousing suspicion, played the lazybones, insisting that Genji Tamako carry him up, otherwise he wouldn't leave.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yuan Yuzi laboriously lifted the wheelchair and placed it upside down on his forehead: "I'm up! Let's go!"

"Tsk, can't take a joke..."

Fushimi Shika reluctantly put down the wheelchair and sat down himself. It was as if he had nails growing on his buttocks. He swayed and limped around like a crab, looking like a fifty-year-old man who wasn't sick and was harassing the caregiver.

Gen Tamako snorted, pushed him out the door, took the elevator downstairs, and headed to the Sugamo Police Station.

Meanwhile, Kazama Takusai and the others did not overhear any exciting news. It turned out that Fushimi Shika was buying flowers and ingredients to please Minamoto Tamako. Apart from the unknown purpose of the essential oil, everything was as usual.

"Wasn't it said that Fushimi Shika was going to cheat on his wife?"

Kazama Takusai and Moriki Masahiro turned around at the same time, giving Watanabe Shun a thousand sharp looks. The latter quickly typed, explaining that Fushimi Shika never used to buy flowers. Last time he saw it, Fushimi Shika would just pick one flower from the roadside when giving flowers, which was extremely perfunctory.

The two kicked Watanabe Shun out of the room, but Moriki Masahiro stayed behind, saying she had something to talk to Kazama Takusai about.

Watanabe Shun looked enlightened, turned and left, and Moriki Aya had to stop the big mouth and explain that it wasn't what he thought.

Watanabe Shun's expression then turned into a smirk.

Moriki Ayane rolled her eyes, closed the door, and confronted Kazama Takusai directly. She wanted to talk about Fushimi Shika—she had witnessed Fushimi Shika's massacre at the Seven Deadly Sins Temple.

"Should we tell Tamako about this?"

Moriki Arashi was undecided, so she went to Kazama Takusai for advice. After listening, the latter sighed silently: "Don't ask me... there are some things I don't know whether I should tell Tamako or not."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, Minamoto no Tamako pushed Fushimi Shika towards the Sugamo Police Station.

The colleagues finally caught a glimpse of Fushimi Shika. This guy had become a habitual absentee. Although he didn't do anything decent at work, it was a bit too much for him to just skip work altogether.

"Why is this guy in a wheelchair again?"

"He's probably crippled..."

"They actually suit each other quite well..."

Kinoshita Shojin had been following the case closely. Upon seeing Minamoto Tamako return, he greeted her and said the suspect had been brought to the interrogation room. Then, he gave Fushimi Shika a meaningful glance—how did that pretty boy manage to ruin himself? Could it be the Fujiwara family's doing…?

……

Gen Tamako pretended not to hear, pushed her wheelchair to the door of the interrogation room, but encountered a threshold and couldn't push it. Fushimi Shika had no choice but to stand up, move the wheelchair behind the threshold, and then sit down again.

"..."

Seeing this, Kinoshita Shojin scratched his head.

Is the daughter of the Kujo family working as a maid for this boy?
……

Yuan Yuzi didn't care about what others thought. She walked into the interrogation room with great interest, closed the door, and continued working on the case.

Fujiwara Homare had been waiting in the interrogation room for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was disheveled and dirty, a far cry from his former high spirits.

In just two days, he had become a down-on-his-luck hobbit.

Minamoto no Tamako and Fushimi no Shika sat down on either side of each other. According to the rules, at least two police officers are required to be present during an interrogation. Minamoto no Tamako was in charge of the interrogation, while Fushimi no Shika was responsible for taking notes. This was the first time that the detectives had questioned the suspect.

"Cough cough..."

Genji clenched her fist and coughed lightly, thinking that it was finally her turn to preside over the interrogation. She had been itching to do so ever since she watched Fushimi Shika interrogate people.

Before she could even greet him, Fujiwara Homare, head drooping, said, "I need to see a lawyer."

"Huh?" Gen Tamako was taken aback.

“I need to see a lawyer,” Fujiwara Homare repeated stiffly, “I have the right to remain silent until the lawyer arrives…”

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika sat up straight.

(End of this chapter)