Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 42 I want to go home!

Not only the students, but even the instructors saw it.

The skull stood on the cervical vertebrae, not hanging on the cervical vertebrae and spinning, but trembling rhythmically. It sat quietly in the depths of the dim cave, like a silent watcher.

Several students were preparing to urinate together, and when they saw this scene, they leaked a few drops of urine.

According to the routine of conventional detective novels, at this time, a student should suddenly appear to act as a narrator, and say at a very fast speed that he suddenly thought of a weird legend about the rebirth of a skeleton in a cave, or heard that the local villagers have the custom of worshiping skeletons, and forcibly exaggerate a wave of horror atmosphere, saying that the murder was caused by legend, monsters, or super powers...

But the reality is so boring that the trainees can't even fart, and the instructors look at each other, hesitating whether to go forward to check the situation.

"Speaking of which, where is Instructor Bai Tian..." someone in the crowd said.

Everyone looked around and realized that the backbone was missing.

They hurriedly lifted the vines at the cave entrance and planned to go out and call for help. But the fog in the mountain was as thick as pulp, and they shouted a few times, but no one responded, only the empty and cold echo.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a faint voice was heard from the foggy forest.

It was faint at first, but after waiting for a while, the voice gradually became clearer, as if a man and a woman were talking.

"I really don't mean to say this. Actually, I didn't want to say anything, but I still have to say a few words. Why do you have to drag me into this?"

"As a member of the reasoning team, of course you have to be there!"

"When did I join your team?"

"You are my partner, you can automatically join..."

……

Miu recognized that it was Gen Tamaki's voice; Yoshimura Yuya recognized that it was Fushimi Kakashi's voice. Under everyone's astonished gaze, two figures broke through the thick fog and slowly walked towards the cave.

Fushimi Kaka, wearing a windproof coat and earmuffs, supported Gen Tamako as she walked on the snowy mountain. The latter had just recovered from a serious illness and had wrapped herself up like a ball to keep warm, with beads of sweat hanging from her small nose.

Originally, Fushimi Shika didn't want to come. Who wants to go to the mountains in such a cold weather? It's like he wants the lv1 pistol specialization rewarded by the system.

If he really liked shooting, he would have practiced enough at the police academy shooting range long ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't have not even mastered the first-level shooting skill by the time he was about to graduate.

But, as I said before, Yuan Yuzi gave too much.

He planned to stop after this job, as they would most likely go to different koban after graduation, and he would not be able to collect partner fees from Yuan Yuzi. He wanted to take this opportunity to enrich his own coffers while he could still make money.

Secondly, Fushimi Shika was very interested in complex cases. Since there was a chance to watch Conan solve a case up close, it was not impossible to go there... Of course, he changed his mind after going up the mountain, just like an elementary school student who was killed by the scorching sun when he went out during the summer vacation.

Yuan Yuzi narrowed her eyes and raised her hands to make a monkey-looking gesture: "Hmm? Why do it seem like there are so many people?"

The two approached and saw a group of old classmates standing at the entrance of the cave with unfriendly faces. Fushimi Shika took the initiative to greet them with a smile: "Hey! Good lunch, everyone. Have you eaten?"

Before he could finish his words, Yoshimura Yu suddenly rushed up, grabbed his collar with both hands, and yelled at him: "How dare you come back, you despicable guy? It's all your fault--"

"Let go." Fushimi Shika interrupted.

"What?" Yoshimura Yu's teeth were chattering and his eyeballs bulged. He didn't expect this guy to look so nonchalant. "What can you do if I don't let go? I remember you only did twenty-one pull-ups in the physical fitness test. If it's a fair fight, how could I lose to a weakling like you?!" Yuan Yuzi said hurriedly: "Ah, don't quarrel! We are classmates. If you have any conflicts, you can sit down and talk it out..." She stood aside at a loss, and no one took her words seriously.

No matter if they were students or instructors, everyone present had some grudge against Fushimi Shika. When Yoshimura Yu started fighting, no one tried to stop the fight—Miyu had the idea, but she didn't have the courage.

Moreover, in the "martial arts" police academy, students prefer what Yoshimura Yu said "fair and square confrontation", and are particularly disdainful of using conspiracy or despicable means. If you are a real man, you should fight to the death and fight for your own honor. This is the so-called Bushido spirit.

"Take your hands away." Fushimi Shika was already in a bad mood, and now it was even worse: "Don't make me do it a third time."

"Ah?!" Yoshimura Yu stretched out his hand to grab Fushimi Lu's hair: "I already told you, what can you do if I don't take it away? If you have the guts, pry my hand open--"

Before he could finish his words, Fushimi Shika suddenly twisted his arm joint. With a crisp snap, his elbow bent backwards into a thrilling arc.

Before the latter could even scream, Fushimi Shika grabbed his neck, stuck his right leg behind his knees, bent his waist and exerted force, throwing him heavily into the snow.

Just as Yoshimura Yu was about to look up, the back of his head suddenly felt heavy. Fushimi Shika stepped on his head and said, "I have never heard of such a request in my life."

After being humiliated repeatedly, Yoshimura Yu's face turned red. He roared and turned over to fight. Unexpectedly, Fushimi Shika kicked his other elbow. There was another crisp sound, and the other arm was also dislocated. He could only lie on the ground and wail.

Snowflakes were dancing everywhere, the forest was completely silent, and everyone stared with wide eyes.

Fushimi-san...is he so good at fighting?

But why does this grappling routine look so familiar? It seems that only Instructor Sakurai can use grappling techniques to break a student's arm?

"enough!"

A shout came from the forest, and Shirata Masahiro pushed aside the low dead branches and walked over, his face full of anger and said, "I just left for a while, and you caused trouble again!"

Seeing that the backbone had returned, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Shirata Masahiro touched Yoshimura Yu with his toes, asking him to stand up and not to embarrass himself lying on the ground. Yoshimura Yu was in so much pain that he burst into tears, looked hopeless, his eyes were dull, and he murmured in a low voice, "I want to go home..."

"You are the squad leader, don't embarrass yourself here! Besides, you were the first to start—"

Before Shirata Masahiro could finish his words, Yoshimura Yu stretched his neck and yelled at him, "Bullshit squad leader! You're just treating me like a handyman!"

"I've had enough! If you want me to drop out, why do you let me go to the training?! I want to take the bus back now and complain about you! My father is the Dean of Academic Affairs, just wait to be expelled!!"

If a student is injured during an exam, the exam should be interrupted and he should be sent for treatment first. However, in his current isolated and helpless situation, Yoshimura Yu can only walk down the mountain on his own, but the instructors cannot tell him clearly.

Shirata Masahiro squatted down, reattached Yoshimura Yu's dislocated arm, and simply fixed it with a wooden stick, allowing him to leave the stage like a man.

Yoshimura Yu refused to do anything. He had been unhappy since Shirata Masahiro announced the change in the assignment rules. He was going to drop out anyway, so he finally exploded at this moment and vented his long-suppressed anger at the instructor, cursing "Kusoyalu" with a red face and thick neck.

He cursed for a while, and finally realized something, and suddenly said: "You - you instructors, don't you have no car to go down the mountain?"

After these words were spoken, the instructor remained silent, while the students were immediately shocked.

(End of this chapter)