Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 407 Be honest with each other
The tape started spinning, and a hissing noise began.

At first, Mr. Yoshikawa looked disdainful, sneered, and turned his face away. But when his daughter's voice came from the tape recorder, he was stunned. He couldn't help but lean forward, as if he wanted to put his ear to the tape recorder to listen carefully.

"I can't do it... I can't do it."

"I trust you……"

"Don't do this, I... I lied... I killed him... Hate me, you can hate me..."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"How could it not be important? Don't you want to avenge Ryusuke?"

"Can revenge bring him back to life? I just want to see him one more time..."

His words grew increasingly somber and indistinct, but without Minamoto no Tamako's explanation, Mr. Yoshikawa could understand what had happened.

His tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and he seemed to have his spine removed. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glazed over.

A dozen seconds later, the tape finished playing.

Logically, the recording should have ended here.

However, the tape recorder automatically flipped to play side B of the tape, and a female voice, deliberately mimicking Yoshikawa Rio, rang out: "Ahem... I suddenly remembered, I have a few last words to say..."

Fushimi Shika immediately guessed why Minamoto Tamako had gone to the recording studio by detour. He really hadn't expected that Minamoto Tamako would do such a thing.

Genji was very guilty. She bent over, fidgeted with her fingers, pretended not to care, and occasionally glanced up at Fushimi and Yoshikawa.

"I'm so sorry, Mom and Dad, please don't be upset because of my death..."

"Um... Also, Fujiwara Homare didn't mean to kill me. I can't persuade you not to blame him, I just hope you can give the living another chance..."

"Oh right, I'm still alive..."

"My name is Yoshikawa Rio, and I'm going to die now."

"Goodbye."

……

The interrogation room fell silent.

After a while, another low sobbing sound rang out.

Mr. Yoshikawa gritted his teeth, and cloudy tears streamed down his wrinkled face. He tremblingly reached out his hands, cradling the tape recorder as if he were holding his own daughter.

He forced a smile and said, "Oh, I see. What a willful child... I'm sorry for causing you trouble..."

Gen Tamako patted Mr. Yoshikawa on the shoulder, whispered a few words of comfort, and took the tape. She wanted to keep the tape to investigate, to find out its origin, and to prevent others from discovering that she had forged the B side of the tape.

Having completed all the necessary procedures, Yuan Yuzi took her leave.

It is an undeniable fact that Mr. Yoshikawa intentionally injured someone in court. She cannot undermine the fairness of the law; she can only try to appease people outside of the law.

After doing all this, Yuan Yuzi felt slightly better. She took a car home, lay on the sofa, and stared blankly into space, looking like a dementia patient, but in reality, her brain was constantly reviewing the whole case.

Before Hirako got out of school, Fushimi Shika decided to play a few rounds. He turned on the game console, picked up the controller, sat down next to Minamoto Tamako, and casually said, "Isn't that considered faking it?"

"What?" Gen Tamako came to her senses.

"You clearly recorded Yoshikawa Rio's last words, didn't you?" Fushimi Shika didn't even bother to criticize how bad her imitation was; it was only because Mr. Yoshikawa didn't want to expose her that Minamoto Tamako would be arrested in a heartbeat. "Ah, uh, that..."

Gen Tamako twisted her body, leaned on the armrest, and said, "I neither submitted it to the court nor used it as evidence. I just let Mr. Yoshikawa hear it... It doesn't count as forgery."

"What's the big deal?" Fushimi Shikamaru rubbed the handle, pretending not to care.

"It was a white lie."

"But even white lies can have bad consequences. Honesty is the most important thing in life."

“Indeed, but when I say honest, I mean utterly honest.” Gen Tamako rested her cheek on her arm and mumbled, “How could Mr. Yoshikawa not recognize his daughter’s voice? How could I not recognize my grandfather’s handwriting? And how could Kawai’s soul be attached to a doll?”

She rolled over and looked up at the ceiling: "You should understand, right? Honest goodwill and embellished selfishness, even if they look the same, are ultimately different."

Fushimi Shika scratched his foot but didn't say anything.

Minamoto no Tamako suddenly sat up. For some reason, she pushed Fushimi Shika's shoulder and said, "Sometimes I feel that you are very honest, but sometimes I feel that you are covering up your own desires... Come to think of it, I don't think I've heard you mention the past much."

“Because my past is insignificant,” Fushimi Shika said, swaying back and forth while maintaining his game controls perfectly. “You haven’t mentioned it to me much either.”

"it is good!"

Gen Tamako slapped her thigh, stared at Fushimi Shika's profile, and said seriously, "Now I'll tell you about my past, and tell you about my life experiences over the past twenty-two years."

"All of them?" Fushimi Shika raised an eyebrow and pressed pause on the game.

“All of it!” Gen Tamako nodded. “And you have to tell me too!”

"Never mind then." Fushimi Shika turned back to continue playing the game.

"You're doing this again! You always do this! I've realized that you're not honest with me at all!" Yuan Yuzi was very angry. She was still on her period and was easily reminded of the situation.

The series of events following Yoshikawa Rio's suicide pact with her boyfriend exacerbated her inner unease. After reviewing the events, she recalled various suspicious points from the past and felt that Fushimi Shika was hiding many things from her.

"The past doesn't matter, what matters is the future," Fushimi Shika casually replied. "We'll still be good partners in the future!"

Who wants to be your partner forever!
The thought inexplicably popped into Yuan Yuzi's mind, fueling her anger. She questioned, "Without a past, what future can we talk about?"

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika continued to use his mental illness as an excuse, saying that he did not want to talk about the past now, as recalling it would only aggravate his psychological trauma.

Genji squinted and demanded that Fushimi Shika show her the medical report.

Fushimi Shika shrugged: "I don't know where it went. I get annoyed just looking at that diagnosis report. I guess it was thrown in the trash..."

“I clean all the trash cans myself. I sort the trash every day, and I’ve never seen a diagnosis report.”

Yuan Yuzi thought to herself that this guy was lying again. She had thought he was under too much mental stress, but it turned out that it was all just an excuse for being lazy!

She was so naive to believe it!

Seeing that Minamoto no Tamako's anger had reached its peak, Fushimi Shika felt a bit overwhelmed. He felt the urge to smoke when under pressure, so he subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, intending to relax in front of Minamoto no Tamako.

"I told you no smoking! Secondhand smoke is harmful too. What if Sakura comes back and smells the smoke?" Minamoto Tamako lunged at her, grabbing the cigarette pack: "You never used to be addicted to cigarettes, how come you suddenly are?"

Fushimi Shika argued that he wasn't addicted to smoking, to which Minamoto Tamako countered, "If you're not addicted, why do you smoke?" Fushimi Shika couldn't answer, stating that he was just relaxing. Minamoto Tamako still found it strange; Fushimi-kun had never needed to relax this way before, so what was wrong with him today?
Upon hearing this, Director Nitta's words suddenly echoed in Fushimi Shika's ears:
—'Some things get worse the longer they're left unresolved.'

(End of this chapter)