Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 383 Do you like Gen Tamako?
Fushimi Shika realized that the mother and daughter didn't treat him like a human being at all.

The two exchanged questions and answers over the phone, and Fushimi Shika made a decision for himself—he would go to the powerful Fujiwara family as Minamoto Tamako's boyfriend, and in front of the highest-ranking officer of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, declare that he was Minamoto Tamako's boyfriend, demand that the marriage between the Fujiwara family and the Kujo family be annulled, and also investigate the murder case committed by the only son of the Fujiwara family.

If taken individually, each of these points is reasonable.

But holding them together would be a bit disrespectful to them.

After Genjima hung up the phone, Fushimi Shika leaned on the armrest, frowned, and asked, "Shouldn't you consider my feelings?"

"You don't want to?" Yuan Yuzi was taken aback.

“It’s not a matter of willingness… it’s like… like… okay, I just don’t want to.” Fushimi Shika simply slapped his thigh.

After saying that, seeing that Yuan Yuzi looked like she had been struck by lightning, he quickly added, "It's not that I don't want to be your boyfriend—no, to be precise, it's not that I don't want to pretend to be your boyfriend... You're my good partner and good friend, so of course I'll help you with this, right?"

Yuan Yuzi was a little confused. Clutching her phone, she asked blankly, "Then what are you unwilling to do?"

Fushimi Shika couldn't quite put his finger on why he was unwilling, but he felt that if he agreed, he would lose, be defeated, lose face, have no hope in life, and be manipulated by that old fox, Kujo Yui.

He initially wanted to thoroughly humiliate Kujo Yui and show her what a true Sigma man was like...

Now, instead of becoming a Sigma man, he's become Minamoto no Tamako's dog.

How is this possible?

Besides, Director Fujiwara is the boss of his boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss... Of course he's not afraid of offending him, but why would he need to?

Ultimately, he felt that this was a thankless task, and Yuan Yuzi even added a time limit—they would only be boyfriend and girlfriend in name for three months. In other words, by July, they would either clarify the situation to the public or pretend to have broken up and automatically revert to being friends.

This is outrageous! He doesn't even know if he'll live to see July!
"What if I mess this up?" Fushimi Shika tried to find another reason to dissuade Minamoto Tamako from her idea: "You know, I'm not good at socializing..."

“It’s alright, I can help you with that later,” Minamoto Tamako said thoughtfully. “After I finish speaking, I’ll ask about Fujiwara Homare… If you don’t want to talk, you can just sit there like a wooden doll.”

Fushimi Shika was very unhappy. He wiggled his butt and slapped the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands, thinking to himself, "You forced me to do this. It's time to let the Kujo family mother and daughter know what happens when you push too hard!"
"There's no need. Since you've all made the decision for me, I have to help you out, even if you don't want to," he said with a forced smile. "Don't worry, I'll take care of your life's most important matter!"

Gen Tamako nodded happily. If Fushimi-kun was willing to cooperate, that would be even better... She was originally worried that if she couldn't get Fushimi-kun to confess before the end of the year, wouldn't it really be a case of the young lady running away from her wedding?
She pushed Fushimi Shika back to the cafe, waiting for Kujo Yui's reply. Less than ten minutes later, the phone rang. Kujo Yui said she had arranged a meeting with Director Fujiwara for her at Fujiwara's house in two hours, and the address had been sent to her phone via text message.

Upon learning that she would have to wait another two hours, Minamoto no Tamako planned to take some time to check her bank account balance. Fushimi Shika, upon hearing this, quickly stopped her, suggesting they first buy some gifts, otherwise it would be very impolite to arrive empty-handed—after all, they weren't just going to inquire about case-related matters, but also to represent the Kujo family in announcing the engagement.

Yuan Yuzi has always kept public and private matters separate, but this time, she had both official and private business to attend to, so it was only right and proper that she bring something instead of empty-handed.

She took Fushimi Shika to the Chidori-ya main family, a shop specializing in sweets and a great choice for souvenirs, considered a good brand.

Minamoto no Tamako plans to buy some wagashi (Japanese sweets). These things are exquisitely shaped and come in a variety of flavors, including red bean paste, matcha, and other fillings. They are delicious and impressive. She always gives wagashi as a gift when she visits her relatives in the Kujo family.

Fushimi Shika had no objection to this. He felt that whatever was given was fine. The Fujiwara family was a wealthy and powerful family that had received all kinds of gifts. They didn't care about such a small amount; it was just a matter of the sentiment.

After finishing her shopping, Yuan Yuzi took out her piggy bank wallet, pulled out a bank card, and asked the clerk to swipe the card to pay.

The clerk took the bank card, swiped it on the POS machine, and Yuan Yuzi entered the PIN. She used the same PIN for all her bank cards. After paying, she took the bank card back and realized that she had taken the wrong one. It was the entertainment expense card with an unknown balance.

Weird.

Why can't I finish using this card?
Genjiro gestured to the clerk to check the balance. Fushimi Shika was too late to stop her and could only watch helplessly as the clerk pressed the check button. The POS machine displayed the balance—the clerk's eyes widened, and she subconsciously muttered, "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions..."

More than 24 million yen? ! ! !

The clerk quickly returned the bank card to the young, wealthy woman in front of her, whose hands were trembling, afraid of accidentally damaging the card.

After reading it, Yuan Yuzi was stunned for a moment. Her mind didn't quite process it, and she asked if the store's POS machine was broken and if she could check it again.

When the wealthy woman gave the order, how could the shop assistant dare to disobey? They changed three POS machines in succession, and the balances displayed were all correct.

"That's strange, how come I suddenly have so much money in my account?"

Minamoto no Tamako turned to Fushimi Shika and asked, "Have you ever encountered this situation before? Did I accidentally win a prize...? Wait, win a prize... Could it be Cat Island—"

“The bank must have made a mistake,” Fushimi Shika interrupted decisively.

"Why?" Minamoto no Tamako, carrying a gift bag filled with wagashi (Japanese sweets), pushed Fushimi Shika's wheelchair out of the store. "How can you be so sure?" "Didn't we see similar cases on the news? When bank staff were processing accounts, they accidentally added an extra zero or omitted a decimal point, causing a customer's account to suddenly have a large sum of money, and they immediately called to get it back..."

Fushimi Shika had seen this kind of plot in some forum or QQ group in his previous life, so he made it up on the spot, embellished it, and made the story more convincing, ending with the customer winning the case against the bank and achieving a great victory.

Genji Tamako was skeptical: "But I received a prize of 25 million yen on Cat Island, exactly the same amount..."

“It’s just a coincidence,” Fushimi Shika said with a scornful expression. “How could people like them possibly pay normally?”

"What if they were transferred from Cat Island?" Minamoto Tamako pressed.

"Then there's nothing I can do. I suggest you transfer this ill-gotten wealth to me, and I'll help you dispose of it properly."

Just as Fushimi Shika finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He answered the phone; it was Director Moriki calling, saying there was something very important he wanted to discuss with him in person and hoped he could return to the Sugamo apartment immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy investigating a case with Tamako right now, and I really can't get away..."

As he spoke, Fushimi Shika glanced down at his legs, which indeed resembled a partially paralyzed posture.

Moriki Arashi wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily, and continued, "This matter is extremely important, and Kazama is also here... You'd better make time to come back; he said it's related to 'Heavenly Punishment.'"

Genji was sharp-eyed and perceptive. Even though Fushimi Shika hadn't activated his voice, she could still vaguely hear a few words—especially the words "divine punishment," which she immediately recognized as key words.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" She leaned close to Fushimi Shika's phone, pressing her ear against it: "Is this Yalan-nee? What happened? Has the Heavenly Punishment Murderer struck again?"

"Uh, no, I just wanted to talk to Fushimi-kun..."

"So there's a new lead?" Yuan Yuzi checked her watch. It was still early before the agreed time. Subtracting the twenty-minute drive, she had an hour left, enough time to go home. "Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

"Ah, uh, okay." Moriki Yalan couldn't refuse.

Fushimi Shika hung up the phone, and Minamoto Tamako hurriedly pushed him along, taking a car all the way back to Sugamo Apartment, where they knocked on Kazama-senpai's door.

Moriki Ayane had been waiting for a long time. She opened the door and welcomed the two into the living room. Fushimi Shika looked around but did not see Watanabe Shun. Kazama Takusai crossed his arms and had a stern face. The atmosphere in the living room was quite heavy.

Something is wrong!
Nine out of ten times something is wrong!

Considering Moriki Arashi's earlier mention of "divine punishment," Fushimi Shika felt that he might have accidentally revealed his antlers, and his murderous intent was beeping.

"Ha!" he greeted them, changing the subject, and asked, "Just the two of you? Watanabe Shun isn't here?"

“There are some things that are not suitable to tell him,” Kazama Takusai casually explained.

He knew Watanabe Shun's character all too well. This guy had absolutely no sense of privacy, and his mouth was so big that it let the wind out of him. He not only loved to spread gossip about others, but he also didn't mind sharing his own stupid mistakes for everyone to laugh about.

"Oh~" Fushimi Shika drawled, getting up from his wheelchair and plopping down on the sofa. "When did you two become so close?"

Upon hearing this, Gen Tamako was taken aback at first, then narrowed her eyes, her ahoge (cowlick) swayed, and she gave a CP-shipping smile, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Yalan-nee and Kazama-senpai.

It's not surprising that two people of similar age and both single would spark a romance!
Although Kazama-senpai is missing an arm, his prosthetic arm and eye are really cool! Aren't cyberpunk manga all the rage lately? Kazama-senpai might look even more charming with those cool prosthetics…

Mori Muya sneered, thinking to herself that this guy really wouldn't admit his mistake until he saw the coffin. He knew he was in the mess, but instead of cleaning up his own mess, he was smearing other people's mess with shit.

“After all, we are all survivors from Cat Island. Isn’t it normal for us to stick together and chat about our feelings?” She sat down in front of Fushimi Shika, crossed her legs, and was about to ask a question when she suddenly remembered the scene of Fushimi Shika fighting fiercely and causing rivers of blood to flow. She put her legs down and sat up straight.

"Is such that……"

Moriki Masahiro and Kazama Takusai exchanged a glance: "There's something we must verify with Fushimi-kun, otherwise..."

She didn't know what would happen if she didn't. At worst, Fushimi Shika would break up with Minamoto Tamako, but her and Kazama Takusai's lives were in danger.

"What's the matter? Weren't we called here as punishment for chatting?" Yuan Yuzi felt a little confused.

Judging from her tone, Fushimi Shika vaguely sensed that she knew something. With a guess in mind, she scratched her head and asked, "What is it?"

"Do you like Minamoto no Tamako?" Kazama Takusai asked bluntly.

(End of this chapter)