Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 4: Instructor Sakurai's Stress Relief Game
Chizuru Sakurai is very angry today.

Not only did I receive an anonymous letter a few days ago, but I was also embarrassed by a pretty boy this afternoon. When I returned to the dormitory at night, I realized that I forgot to bring my dormitory key. It was really a case of "misfortunes never come singly". Bad luck kept happening one after another...

How about buying a keychain? Since I became an instructor, I have more and more keys in my hands, and I will accidentally drop one.

She took the office key from her pocket, inserted it into the lock, turned it, and with a click, the door opened.

"Huh? The door is unlocked?"

Sakurai Chizuru frowned.

She pushed the door open and reached out to press the switch on the wall.

The incandescent light flickered, emitting a pale white light. Looking ahead, beige wooden boards separated the workstations, and at the end were several independent offices with white nameplates hanging on the frosted glass walls.

Chizuru Sakurai walked through the small corridor between the workstations, paused for a few seconds, and glanced sideways at the file bag on the workstation, which contained this month's assessment papers - there was no sign of having been opened.

Maybe the last colleague to leave forgot to lock the door.

She walked into the independent office and looked around. Despite the dim light, she immediately saw the dormitory key on the desk.

"Really? How could you forget something so obvious..." Sakurai Chizuru rubbed her temples, walked forward, bent down and picked up the key: "Is it because of too much pressure?"

At the same time, at the back of the desk, three people were huddled under the desk in a weird posture.

If they just squatted normally, the desk was not wide enough to fit three people in. In order to maximize the use of space, Fushimi Kakashi and Kawai hugged each other with their hands and feet, and the smallest one, Gen Tamako, squeezed in the middle and just fit in.

As the footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped beside the three people, Fushimi Shika could feel his heart beating like a drum. He lowered his head and saw that Gen Tamako in his arms was trembling, which made him a little nervous.

Jingle Bell--

A rapid cell phone ring sounded, and Fushimi Lu heard the sound of a flip phone sliding, followed by the usual greeting "Moses Moses"... He was a little surprised. He didn't expect Instructor Sakurai to have a cell phone. So being an instructor at a police academy makes so much money?

Mobile phones were not yet popular, and ordinary families either used coin-operated telephone booths or landline lines. Few people would buy flip phones, which were considered mid- to high-end electronic luxury consumer products.

Fushimi Shika took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Instructor Sakurai has already got the key and will probably leave soon.

Just wait quietly...

"Oh no!" Kawai said in a breathy voice, "That's coming."

Fushimi Luxin said, what the hell, what does that mean? Why do you have to speak at this critical moment?

He mouthed "shut up".

It was too dark under the table, and Kawai only saw his mouth moving. He mistakenly thought he was asking "what is that?", so he explained: "It's the one that you can't hold back!"

Fushimi thought, why are you still being reserved in this situation? The Japanese are really fussy about details. Can't you just say you want to poop?

Hearing this, Yuan Yuzi lost her temper. She sat between Kawai's legs. If anything happened, she would be the first to suffer.

"Big, medium, small?" Yuan Yuzi also asked in a low voice.

"Small." Kawai said.

"What's the middle?" Fushimi Shika asked, then realized that he had been led astray by the two. He lowered his voice and warned, "Don't talk anymore! You have to endure it no matter what!"

"It's a wet fart." Kawai paused, then said, "Okay, I get it. I'll try to be patient."

Fushimi Shika suspected that this guy did it on purpose.

Chizuru Sakurai didn't notice the movement under the table. When she heard a familiar voice coming from the phone, her irritable mood finally eased.

"What's wrong? Call me at this time," she leaned against the desk and changed her voice to a very charming queen: "Can't help it?" A male's hurried and suppressed voice came from the phone:
"I, I can't stand it anymore. My mind is full of messy thoughts when I'm at work... Please, just for a moment..."

"Ah, are you begging me like this?"

Chizuru Sakurai was in a good mood. She held her cell phone, took off her boots, sat on the office chair, lifted her long thighs one by one, placed them on the table, and looked at her toes lazily.

"I, I'm still in the company..."

The other party's voice sounded very embarrassed.

Sakurai Chizuru turned on the desk lamp, took out the nail polish, and nonchalantly painted her toenails: "Then why did you call me? Do you think I can't see your little tricks? Go to the bathroom by yourself!"

"But……"

"Do you want me to repeat it a second time?"

"it is good……"

Fushimi Shika raised his head and felt that this angle was quite bad.

Perhaps because it was dark under the lamp, Chizuru Sakurai did not notice the three pairs of eyes under the table.

"Why doesn't she go to the toilet to pee?" Kawai complained quietly, "I can't hold it anymore!"

Fushimi Shika felt more and more regretful. He realized that among the four people present, he was the only normal person. If he had known that this would happen, he would never agree to get involved in such a matter.

This 'torture' lasted for more than twenty minutes, and the office was filled with an ambiguous smell.

Sakurai Chizuru hung up the phone, a satisfied blush on her face. She stood up and stretched, slipped on her shoes, staggered two steps, lifted her heels, hooked her index finger on the back of the shoe, and put on her shoes.

The footsteps faded away, and the office door clicked and locked. The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fushimi Shika was the first to crawl out from under the table. He stood up and moved his sore joints. With a crisp crackling sound of bones, he felt a sense of relief all over his body.

"I can't hold it anymore--" Kawai rushed out of the office. She felt herself leaking a few drops.

Yuan Yuzi held her head with her hands and squatted on the spot, still unable to recover from her panic.

Fushimi Shika glanced at her, twisted his waist and said, "Okay, the matter has been investigated, you can go back and have a good sleep."

"Huh?" Yuan Yuzi was stunned.

"Didn't you say you wanted to 'find out the contents of the anonymous letter'?" Fushimi Lu didn't want to bother with it any more. He yawned and said, "You've seen what's written on it. Let's just leave it at that."

"What about the revenge threats in the letter? What about the murder case? Instructor Sakurai is suspected of murder! The matter has not been investigated thoroughly at all, how can we just give up like that?" Gen Yuzi was relentless and grabbed his trouser leg again.

"It's none of my business!" Fushimi Shika shook her legs, trying to make her let go.

"Where is your sense of justice as a police officer? You are collecting taxes from the country!" Yuan Yuzi not only did not let go, but instead hugged his calves with both hands.

"In my previous life, I was stabbed to death because I was nosy. In this life, I swear to be a selfish villain and live my life well! Besides, I haven't even started working yet, and the school has charged me a lot of tuition and room and board. If I'm expelled, won't all the money, time and energy I invested in the early stage be wasted?"

Fushimi Shika hardened his heart and was about to grab Kaiyuan Yuzi's hand, but she suddenly looked up and said, "Isn't it just money?"

"Eh? How dare you talk like that with just a few coins in your pocket..."

"Fifty thousand yen!"

Yuan Yuzi spread out her five fingers and said pitifully: "I'll pay you 50,000 yen to be my partner!"

(End of this chapter)