Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 414 Use your strength!!
Fushimi Shika hadn't taken the matter to heart, thinking it was just a minor grumbling from someone who had just transmigrated, an excuse to race cars on the street, and a bit of banter.

But now he remembers everything.

No wonder Minamoto no Tamako always suspected him of having a secret...

No wonder Minamoto no Tamako said he had some kind of superpower...

This guy really kept it a secret; they've known each other for so long, yet Yuan Yuzi hasn't mentioned it once.

Fushimi Shika thought carefully and remembered that the girl sitting in the back seat had a heavy nasal voice. It was probably because Minamoto Tamako had caught a cold from being caught in the rain. Back when they took the exam in Daisetsuzan, Minamoto Tamako had also caught a cold on cue.

Minamoto Tamako was still drunk and acting out. She used the notch in a soda can to cut open Fushimi Shika's shirt. The latter tried to stop her, asking what she was trying to do. Minamoto Tamako gave a wicked, drunken smile, her expression quite cunning, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I...want...to...punish...you!"

"what?"

Fushimi Shika doubted his ears and quickly tried to deny lying, but there was no reasoning with a drunk person, so he could only let Minamoto Tamako strip his upper body naked.

Gentamako somehow acquired two wooden clothespins, presumably the kind used for drying socks on the balcony. Her little hands, like crabs, gripped the clothespins, opening and closing them. She straddled Fushimi Shika and slowly brought the clothespins closer to him, letting out a cackling laugh.

"Wait, wait, wait—"

Seeing that things were going badly, Fushimi Shika quickly twisted his body, trying to avoid Minamoto no Tamako's wooden clamp attack. However, his limbs were tightly bound, and he could not break free for the time being.

As the wooden clips drew ever closer, Fushimi Shika risked his life, bending and deforming the iron frame of the bed, making a sickening metallic scraping sound, and drawing blood from his wrists.

This concerns a man's dignity; he absolutely cannot tolerate it!
Genji placed the wooden clip against Fushimi Shika's chest, fitting it like a mortise and tenon joint onto his black demon claw mark.

"Hehe... why do you look so excited..."

"So...do you like it?...It's no use if you don't like it..."

"It doesn't seem like you're properly reflecting on your actions... I'll try harder then..."

She loosened the wooden clips little by little, laughing more and more unrestrainedly. This was the first time Fushimi Shika had seen a broken expression on Minamoto no Tamako's face—when she was drunk, she really looked like a yandere obsessive woman.

It felt a little good at first, but then it started to hurt, and the pain kept getting worse.

Fushimi Shika simply broke off his own thumb with one hand, freed his right hand from the handcuffs first, quickly removed the wooden clamp, then untied the rope on his left hand, and then pressed down on his right thumb to put the dislocated finger back in place.

Seeing that things were not going well, Yuan Yuzi turned around and tried to escape, but she couldn't even walk in a straight line, let alone run away quickly. She rolled off the bed and immediately fell flat on her face. When she stood up again, she bumped into the bedside table.

Fushimi Shika reached out and pulled her onto the bed, grabbing the back of her neck and forcing her to lie face down on his lap.

"Let me go! Hiccup...Quick, let me go!"

Yuan Yuzi flailed and struggled like a cat, displaying the bump on her forehead from all angles.

Fushimi Shika raised his hand high and swung it down sharply, hitting Minamoto no Tamako's heart-shaped buttocks with a crisp sound.

Snapped!
Yuan Yuzi's body suddenly tensed up. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "ee-ya" sound, her legs turning inward and coming together.

Through the thin safety shorts, Fushimi Shika could see it tremble with great elasticity, looking like jelly, but feeling even better to the touch.

"Do you know you were wrong?" he questioned.

Minamoto no Tamako's voice suddenly dropped eight octaves. She lay there sobbing for a moment, her small hands clutching Fushimi Shika's thigh-high pants: "No... I did nothing wrong... Waaah..."

Fushimi Shika slapped him again, this time with more force, and the room resounded with a loud bang. His hand even went slightly numb.

"—Eee-ooh!!"

Yuan Yuzi arched her body backward, tears and saliva streaming down her face. She propped herself up, her thighs tense and her calves trembling.

A moment later, she curled up, twisting and turning, and after a long while, she finally regained some of her senses: "No, no more... please don't hit me anymore, sob sob..."

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Fushimi Shika was relentless. This matter was extremely serious, and they had to get revenge and make Minamoto no Tamako understand the consequences of her wrongdoing, etching them into her very being so that she wouldn't repeat the mistake when drunk next time.

"I...I know I was wrong..." Yuan Yuzi pleaded in an almost coquettish voice.

"Where did I go wrong?" Fushimi Shika pressed.

"N-I don't know..." Minamoto no Tamako's mind was not quite clear.

Fushimi Shika slapped her again, adopting the posture of a parent disciplining a child, and invited Minamoto Tamako to eat slap-fried meat.

After the explosion, Yuan Yuzi lay on his lap, her body trembling, panting heavily, her thighs tense and bent, rubbing back and forth, making indistinct pleas for mercy:
"No more... I really can't take it anymore..."

"Um...I...I know I was wrong..."

"My butt is going to break... Waaaaah..."

……

Fushimi Shika waited for a long time, until Minamoto no Tamako was limp and silent, before he continued to coerce her: "Say sorry!"

Gen Tamako buried her face in his lap and murmured, "I'm...I'm sorry..."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!" Fushimi Shika said, pushing his luck.

"right……"

Yuan Yuzi's voice became even softer. She only said one word before her voice gradually faded, becoming completely inaudible.

Fushimi Shika bent down and pinched Minamoto Tamako's small face, making her turn her head, only to find that she had already fallen asleep.

Tsk.

Fushimi Shika, still wanting more, considered slapping Minamoto Tamako a couple more times, but worried about waking her up. After a moment's hesitation, reason prevailed, and he got up and carried Minamoto Tamako back to her room.

Meanwhile, Hira Sakurako was filled with worry, tossing and turning unable to sleep. She simply lay on the bed and read comics with a flashlight. Hearing footsteps outside the door, she quickly turned off the flashlight, rolled over, covered herself with the blanket, and pretended to be asleep.

The door was pushed open, and Hira Sakurako secretly opened her eyes. Seeing that the person who came was Fushimi Shika, she simply opened her eyes wide, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on the night-raiding pervert.

The suspect, surnamed Lu, was shirtless, holding Yuan Yuzi in his arms. Yuan Yuzi's pants were missing, her face was flushed, and she was drooling, looking as if she had been thoroughly violated.

"..."

Hira Sakurako pointed the flashlight at Fushimi Shika's face: "Even if you're going to die, you can't do this kind of thing."

That's absolutely despicable and disgusting!

The bright light blinded Fushimi Shika, and when he heard Hira Sakurako's questioning, he had the illusion that he was in an interrogation room: "What nonsense are you thinking, little brat! This guy is drunk and not behaving himself. I'm the victim here!"

After saying that, he casually tossed Yuan Yuzi onto the bed: "Don't shine a flashlight into people's eyes, it's very rude, you know?"

Hira Sakurako put down the flashlight and shone it on her small face from below. Her expressionless face looked particularly terrifying in the shadows: "Look into my eyes!"

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Shika rubbed his chest.

"Tell me honestly, what did you do to Tamako?" Hira Sakurako questioned.

“I didn’t do anything, you can check and you’ll see,” Fushimi Shika said irritably, holding up his hands to show the marks on them. “She was drunk and misbehaving, and while I was sleeping, she secretly tied me up…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ping Yingzi covered Yuan Yuzi with the blanket, burrowed under it and scurried around for a moment. After a while, she poked her head out and said, "It's wet, still trying to deny it?"

"..."

"What's wet?" Fushimi Shika felt like she had discovered something incredible. It seemed that the "Gen-Tamako User Manual" would receive a major update tonight: "Safety shorts? Maybe she drank too much and wet the bed."

"No, it's her mouth..."

Hirayuko looked disdainful: "But now I'm even more suspicious."

Fushimi Shika was too lazy to waste any more words; it was getting late, and he should have been sleeping soundly at this time.

He left with a "believe it or not" remark, went straight back to his room, cleaned up the mess, and went to bed.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Yuan Yuzi woke up from a hangover with a splitting headache and a dry mouth, wishing she could transform into Kuafu and drink a river.

She opened her eyes groggily, her head buzzing, feeling uncomfortable all over her body, as if she had been in a free-fighting match the night before, and her body parts were somewhat unresponsive.

"Well……"

Yuan Yuzi reached out to cover her face, but as soon as she touched her forehead, she felt a sharp pain.

She let out a soft cry, becoming a little more awake. Looking up, she saw that the hour hand on the alarm clock was pointing to eight o'clock, and the minute hand was already fifty-nine.

Gen Tamako was fully awake. She hurriedly sat up, rushed into the bathroom to wash her hair and face, and bustled around in a flurry of activity. She was tying her tie while running with a toothbrush in her mouth, shouting, "Sakurako, get up! You'll be late for school!"

There was no response from the bed. She turned around and found that Yingzi was lying on the bed reading a book, wearing pajamas, and had no intention of getting up.

Yuan Yuzi realized that the alarm clock hadn't gone off. It was Sunday, so Ping Yingzi didn't have to go to school or work. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that she had really overslept. She slowly walked back to the bathroom, casually tossed off her tie, and brushed her teeth listlessly.

Her little hands repeated the motions of brushing her teeth, but her soul had already wandered off into the distance.

Looking at the bump on her forehead in the mirror, Gentamako began to recall what had happened yesterday.

If she remembered correctly, Fushimi Shika suddenly confessed about the Nue poison yesterday, which made her extremely anxious and sad. Now, thinking about it again, she felt the same anxiety and sadness, wishing that everything that happened yesterday was just a dream...

and then?
Minamoto Tamako continued her recollection, recalling how she had taken Fushimi Shika to the hospital for checkups, only to be repeatedly disappointed with the results. She now understood why Fushimi-kun had been wanting to smoke lately; with so much pressure, a couple of cigarettes were understandable.

When she got home, Fushimi-kun prepared a feast, but she didn't eat a single bite, because Fushimi-kun said he had an unfulfilled wish...

Recalling this, Gen Tamako's hand, which was brushing her teeth, suddenly froze.

She remembered, she remembered everything—to fulfill Fushimi-kun's last wish, and to seize this last opportunity, she chose to muster her courage, take the initiative to confess her feelings to Fushimi-kun!
Yuan Yuzi slapped her forehead, letting the toothbrush fall into the sink. She remembered drinking to bolster her courage, chugging down half a bottle of horse urine, then hugging a trash can and vomiting violently before losing consciousness.

After that, no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't remember anything; she had no recollection whatsoever.

Did I fall asleep after drinking? Or did I confess my feelings to Fushimi while I was drunk?

So did he agree or refuse?
Yuan Yuzi was in a state of confusion. She rinsed her mouth casually, wiped the toothpaste foam off her lips, and went back to her room to ask Yingzi, subtly inquiring about what had happened last night.

Hira Sakurako was engrossed in reading a book called "Guide to Japanese Meteorites" when she heard this. Without looking up, she said, "I don't know much. I only heard you calling out in his room."

"?"

A big question mark appeared on Yuan Yuzi's forehead.

What do you mean I was making noise in his room?

These words were far too ambiguous, and carried a strange ambiguity, so Gen Tamako couldn't help but ask, "What did I call out?"

"I can't hear you." Hira Sakurako casually turned the page.

"What kind of tone was it? Was it one of fear, excitement, or... something inappropriate for children?" Minamoto Tamako knelt nervously beside Hira Sakurako.

Hira Sakurako gave an unexpected answer:

"Twisted".

For five seconds, Minamoto no Tamako's face froze as she pondered which organ she should use to produce a 'distorted scream,' while simultaneously imagining herself drunk, twisting and screaming, crawling in the shadows in Fushimi-kun's room.

"..."

"Are you sure?" Genji Tamako asked, doubting Hira Sakurako's hearing. "Could you demonstrate?"

Ping Yingzi refused decisively: "No."

After saying that, she got up, changed her clothes, put on overalls, a little yellow hat, and slung a heavy cloth bag over her shoulder, casually saying, "I'm going out now."

Gen Tamako was startled, then immediately asked Hira Sakurako where she was going. Given Hira Sakurako's perpetually homebody nature, for her to go out on her own initiative was practically a miracle.

Did her autism spontaneously cure itself?

"I'm going out to hang out with my friends," Hira Sakurako told a little lie.

Minamoto Tamako believed it, and she was deeply moved, feeling that friendship truly could heal all wounds. Minamoto Tamako was genuinely happy for Hira Sakurako, who had made a good friend of the same age at school.

However, Minamoto no Tamako was genuinely worried about Hirako going out alone and offered to go with her. Hirako immediately refused, claiming that she could protect herself and that she wasn't alone; Mayu was also going out with her.

Yuan Yuzi thought for a moment. She also didn't like her elders following her when she was a child. When she was in the countryside, her grandfather would occasionally let her go out to play with her friends. His only requirement was that she come home before curfew.

Although she was very worried, she didn't want to dampen Hirayuko's enthusiasm for going out. After weighing the options in her mind for a long time, she decided to agree to let Hirayuko go out.

However, Hira Sakurako didn't care whether she agreed or not, because in Hira Sakurako's eyes, Gen Tamako was not an elder.

“Remember not to go to places with few people. If you encounter danger, shout for help. If you get lost, find a phone booth and call home… You brought money, right? Here, I’ll give you another 500 yen for emergencies.” Yuan Yuzi stood at the entrance and repeatedly gave her instructions.

As Hira Sakurako changed her shoes, she accepted the meager sum offered. 500 yen was indeed a huge sum for an ordinary seven-year-old, but Hira Sakurako had her own little savings and didn't need the 500 yen.

"understood."

She gave a few perfunctory replies and stood at the door of the room, repeatedly trying to mentally prepare herself.

If it weren't for the heavy responsibility she was entrusted with, she would never have gone out. Even if someone knelt down and begged her, she would never go out to play... What's so fun about going out? It's better to stay at home and play video games.

Ping Yingzi took several deep breaths, gritted her teeth, pushed open the door, and peered around.

Seeing that she looked like a thief acting suspiciously, Yuan Yuzi became even more determined to let her go out on her own and become independent. However, she was still worried and decided to lend her pink flip phone to Ping Yingzi so that Ping Yingzi could contact them at any time if anything happened.

She stuffed her phone into Hirayuki's bag, and accidentally bumped into a hard object with a very familiar shape: "What's this?"

Hira Sakura quickly covered her handbag. She knew that Genji was not as easy to deal with as Fushimi Shika. If Genji found out that she was carrying a gun, she wouldn't have a moment's peace for a week: "Playing with toy guns."

"Oh... don't point the gun at people."

Unsuspecting, Yuan Yuzi gave a few more words of advice. Seeing Ping Yingzi leave in a hurry, her figure disappearing at the end of the corridor, she then closed the door.

Gen Tamako turned back to the living room and noticed two bottles of shochu on the coffee table. She paused for a moment, then leaned over and shook them; both bottles were empty.

Did I just drink two bottles of liquor?

Am I really that good at drinking?

Before Fushimi Shika got up, Minamoto Tamako took a shower and quickly cleaned up the mess from last night. She swept up the uneaten food on the table, changed the trash bags, and went downstairs to throw out the trash.

After she finished, she went back to her room, lay on her bed, and continued to try to recall what had happened the night before.

Well……

Did he confess his feelings or not?

Did Fushimi-kun agree?

Should I ask Fushimi-kun directly?

But what if I hadn't confessed last night?

Yuan Yuzi tossed and turned, changing from lying down to sitting up, and then from sitting up to doing a handstand against the wall, trying to stimulate her brain's potential and awaken her memories of the previous night by reversing blood flow.

……

Meanwhile, Fushimi Shika finished his nap and woke up naturally.

His eyes snapped open and he saw the handcuffs hanging on the bed frame. He immediately recalled the absurd events of the previous night and felt a splitting headache.

"Hmm... drinking really does lead to trouble."

Fushimi Shika drank quite a bit last night, otherwise he would never have agreed to let Minamoto Tamako tie him up... He wondered if Minamoto Tamako still remembered this. If she did, he could take the opportunity to blackmail her and expose her perverted true nature.

He propped himself up on the edge of the bed, his mouth dry. He casually unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and gulped down half of it. After quenching his thirst, he subconsciously picked up the cigarette pack next to the bedside table.

A cigarette in the morning, and you're as happy as an immortal.

But as soon as Fushimi Shika put the cigarette in his mouth, a strong sense of disgust welled up in his heart for no reason. At the same time, he felt that he didn't really need the thing, and the pressure on him suddenly seemed to ease up a lot.

Ok?
what happened?

Fushimi Shika, refusing to believe it, coughed to cover the sound of the lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and felt good, but didn't have the strong urge to continue smoking.

He can put out his cigarette whenever he wants, without any psychological burden.

Fushimi Shika recalled the tape he had played before going to bed last night. Its effect was incredibly strong, almost immediate, comparable to an anesthetic.

"...Wow, that's amazing!"

Fushimi Shika became interested. He got up, turned on the tape recorder, took out the cassette tape, and examined it carefully.

There was a white label on the cassette tape with the words "Smoking Cessation Hypnosis Audio Tape" handwritten on it. It was unclear whether it was written by Kazama Takusai or the psychologist.

Fushimi Shika noticed that the tape was a Type IV metal tape, developed by 3M in the United States and Sumitomo Corporation in Japan. The tape base surface was blackish-gray. This type of metal tape has higher coercivity and remanence, enabling higher recording density and better sound quality. It is mainly used for professional recording.

If he remembers correctly, the anonymous cassette tape concerning Rio Yoshikawa and Homare Fujiwara was also of this brand.

The most common type of audio cassette tape nowadays is generally a type of tape.

Category 4 tapes, as high-end cassette products, have a relatively small market share and are mainly targeted at professional recording personnel or consumers with extremely high requirements for sound quality. Due to their higher price and specific target customer group, their sales volume is much lower than that of ordinary Category 1 tapes.

Is it a coincidence?

Fushimi Shika's suspicions arose suddenly. He tapped the cassette tape lightly on his palm, paced back and forth in the room for a moment, and decided to go out and ask Kazama Takusai.

This matter is very important, so it must be resolved first—not because he doesn't know how to face Minamoto no Tamako, nor because he feels slightly awkward being in the same room with her after sobering up.

He quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and went out to find Kazama Takusai next door.

Hearing footsteps, Minamoto no Tamako immediately pricked up her ears and eavesdropped by the door. She heard the door open and then close, knowing that Fushimi-kun had left, and a wave of disappointment washed over her.

Why didn't Fushimi-kun come to find her?
Why are you rushing out like this? Are you deliberately avoiding her?

What exactly happened last night?

……

Regardless of Minamoto no Tamako's inner turmoil, Fushimi Shika knocked on the door and woke Kazama Takusai, asking which psychologist had given him the cassette tape. The latter, assuming Fushimi Shika found the hypnosis recordings remarkably effective and wanted further treatment, went back to his bedroom and found the psychologist's business card.

"His name is Toshio Arima."

Kazama Takusai pointed to the corner of the business card and said, "This is the clinic's address. I went to the Department of Psychiatry at the University of Tokyo with you before, and the attending physician said my condition was a bit serious and recommended that I go to this clinic for further treatment..."

Seeing Fushimi Shika looking up at him with a strange expression, Kazama Takusai asked, "What's wrong? What's with that expression?"

"So you admit you have mental problems?" Fushimi Shika tried to provoke him: "A middle-aged man with mild depression suffering from PDST?"

"So what?" Kazama Takusai, wearing pajamas and with one hand on his hip, had just gotten up. "I'm almost better. Only by recognizing that you have a problem can you solve it."

"Really?" Fushimi Shika looked him up and down, and felt that Kazama Takusai's spirit was indeed much better than before.

Previously, he had only glanced at the diagnosis report, and Kazama Takusai had already turned against him. Now that he was going all out in person, Kazama Takusai was acting completely indifferent.

“Of course.” Kazama Takusai paused for a moment and then said, “I suggest you go and see him too.”

Fushimi Shika immediately remembered Chief Nitta's advice, who had given him an identical business card with the contact person being 'Arima Toshio'.

"I will."

He waved the business card in his hand and said, "I'll go today."

(End of this chapter)