Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 431 Spring Dreams Are Like Poison
It was a dimly lit corridor, filled with the smell of disinfectant. On either side of the corridor were iron doors, each bearing three numbers painted in white.

The hinges creaked open, and one iron door after another was pushed open, revealing men in white uniforms standing before them. A man wearing a name tag and holding a folder called out names, marking them with circles.
"134..."

"arrive."

"135..."

"To!"

"136..."

"Here!"

"137...137?"

The man wearing the work badge looked up and saw that the door to room 137 was tightly closed, and one person was missing from the queue.

He stepped forward and knocked on the rusty iron gate, but there was no response; so he tried to turn the doorknob, but the iron gate was locked from the inside.

Left with no other choice, he could only take out a spare key ring from his waist and search for the corresponding key one by one with his head down.

The man hadn't found the key yet when he glanced over and noticed he was stepping on a puddle of viscous liquid. He took a step back, leaned slightly forward, and in the dim light, saw a pool of blood seeping from under the door.

The man was startled and shakily used his key to open the door.

Men and women lined up in the corridor and crowded around the door of room 137 to watch.

The room was cramped, with blood splattered on the floor and walls. A cold blue light slanted in from the doorway. A corpse lay on the floor, its belly ripped open. Beside it stood a man, holding a bloodstained knife, his back to the door.

Everyone took a step back in unison, and not a single person screamed or ran away in fear.

The man didn't move. He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over his shoulder and across the doorway, his pupils reflecting a cold, menacing light.

Everyone was shocked.

……

Fushimi Shika felt a sharp pain in his palm and was jolted awake from his dream. The nail clippers had pierced his palm, and beads of blood were sliding down his fingers.

The door disappeared.

He opened his eyes and found himself still lying in the consultation room, with Miyazaki Yuko sitting beside him, looking at his palm with surprise.

"what happened?"

Miyazaki Yuko asked, "What did you see?"

She looked incredibly curious, her eyes brimming with a thirst for knowledge, oblivious even to Fushimi Shika's bleeding hand. The latter paused for a moment, then rubbed his forehead and said, "I...I forgot."

"How could that be? Didn't you just wake up?"

Miyazaki Yuko leaned over, half-lying on the edge of the recliner, and asked with intense eyes, "Think about it again...maybe this is very important to you."

Fushimi Shika did remember; he remembered what he saw in his dream, but a dream is just a dream, not reality.

His throat moved slightly, and his voice was rather dry: "Can I have a glass of water first?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Miyazaki Yuko said, snapping out of her reverie. She poured Fushimi Shika a glass of warm water, adding some honey and tea leaves. "What happened to your hand? Let me bandage it for you..."

"Need not."

Fushimi Shika withdrew his right hand, took the teacup with his left, and gulped it down, feeling much better. Only then did he realize that he was covered in sweat, with beads of perspiration on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

"Would you like to rest a little longer?" Miyazaki Yuko asked with concern.

“No need…” Fushimi Shika paused, grabbed a few tissues to stop his bleeding, and glanced at Miyazaki Yuuko out of the corner of his eye: “Are you sure this is a hospice service?”

"It varies from person to person."

Miyazaki Yuko explained in detail: Hypnosis doesn't make someone dream of whatever you want them to dream; it simply uses "suggestion" to guide the hypnotized person to dream of things they would normally dream of—for example, a person who has never seen a pigeon will not dream of pigeons no matter how the hypnotist guides them.

There are many uncontrollable factors during hypnosis.

For example, if the patient suddenly has an urgent need to urinate, a toilet might appear in their otherwise peaceful dream, and the patient might even take it seriously and urinate in the toilet...

For example, if the subject has not had a sex life for many years, and the hypnotist happens to be a sexy and beautiful woman, the hypnotic dream is very likely to be an erotic dream...

Especially during the first hypnosis session, the "suggestions" given were full of uncertainty. Miyazaki Yuko was testing Fushimi Shika's response to the "suggestive" commands, so what dreams the latter would have was actually completely beyond her control.

Here's a little background information: suggestion is the core tool of hypnosis, and the relationship between the two can be summarized as "suggestion is the means, hypnosis is the state."

For example, in a movie, a hypnotist holds a dangling coin and dangles it in front of the subject's eyes, making the subject stare at it while whispering, "Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier... You feel more and more sleepy..." This is a very clumsy form of suggestion.

"Logically speaking, you shouldn't have nightmares..."

Miyazaki Yuko explained, "The key suggestions I used were 'childhood,' 'family care,' and 'pure friendship.' How could someone have nightmares after hearing these kinds of suggestions?"

"..."

Unable to answer, Fushimi Shika made up an excuse and changed the subject: "It's probably because I'm not feeling well today... Do you have any hypnosis tapes or anything that I can use to relax at home and adjust my state?"

He lowered his voice and described it euphemistically: "Ideally, it would be a lucid dream, so I can release stress in my dreams... You should understand what I mean, right?"

“I might not… understand…” Miyazaki Yuko looked hesitant and asked, “Why don’t you describe it in more detail? It’s okay, no matter what strange quirks you have, it’s all human nature… I can understand.”

Fushimi Shika suspected she thought he had some strange fetish, so he quickly explained that he simply wanted to have a customized erotic dream.

Presumably, most normal people have experienced nocturnal emission. The process of nocturnal emission is mostly quite realistic. If you add the buff of lucid dreaming, wouldn't it be like having sex?
Fushimi Shika had a good plan. He thought any man would have explored the wonders of lucid dreaming in the same way, so there was nothing surprising about it.

However, Miyazaki Yuko looked surprised: "You mean, you want to... in your dreams..." As she spoke, she extended her right index finger and inserted it into the knuckle of her left hand: "Like this?"

Fushimi Shika sensed something was wrong.

Is this something that's hard to talk about? He originally thought that as a psychiatrist, Miyazaki Yuko must have seen all sorts of things, and that some patients might want to experience a series of extreme behaviors in their dreams. In comparison, he just wanted to have a little erotic dream... Is it worth making such a fuss about?

Didn't I just say that I can understand any kind of quirk?

"Is there... a problem?"

Fushimi Shika tentatively asked, "Isn't this kind of thing normal?"

Miyazaki Yuko stopped making strange gestures, carefully observed Fushimi Shika, and explained softly, "Hmm...it's actually quite normal, but..."

When Fushimi Shika heard the word "but," she sensed that what she was about to say was ominous.

“But, Mr. Fushimi…do you not have a sex life?” Miyazaki Yuko asked. “…”

Fushimi Shika countered, "Is that important?"

"It's quite important, I suppose. Sometimes, the vast majority of men's stress comes from the repression of their sexuality... If Mr. Fushimi has this need, he can try bubble baths. I don't recommend using hypnosis, so as not to become overly addicted," Miyazaki Yuko explained.

Fushimi Shika finally understood that Miyazaki Yuuko had mistaken him for a repressed young man.

"No, I'm perfectly normal in that respect..."

Fushimi Shika had to emphasize, "Well, how should I put it, I just wanted to experience it, you understand?"

Miyazaki Yuko declined to comment, but casually asked in return, "When was the last time Mr. Fushimi had sex?"

"..."

Fushimi Shika lied and said, "Yesterday."

"With whom?" Miyazaki Gardenia pressed.

“That’s a matter of personal privacy,” Fushimi Shika continued to lie.

"There's no need to hide it from the psychologist, is there?" Miyazaki Yuko blinked.

"Okay, it was with my girlfriend... the one sitting outside the door, Ms. Tamako." Fushimi Shika had no choice but to bite the bullet and make up a lie.

Yuan Yuzi was sitting outside the door drinking tea, still struggling with whether or not to eavesdrop, unaware that she had already lost her virginity yesterday.

"Is this so..."

In a thought-provoking tone, Miyazaki Yuko said, "If you don't have sex for a long time, it's easy to get addicted... This kind of erotic hypnosis will cause people to secrete a lot of dopamine, which in short means it is easy to become addicted, destroy the psychological threshold of normal people, and even affect physical health."

"Is it that serious?" Fushimi Shika asked skeptically.

"Of course, imagine that in a dream that is no different from reality, you experience the perfect sex in your heart. The other person has the face of a celebrity, the body of a supermodel, and may not even be a human being or a human being from another dimension. She or they can use all sorts of methods to make you feel like you're in heaven... Sounds pretty good, right?"

After describing the scene in her dream, Miyazaki Yuko continued to hypothesize: "When you wake up, the woman next to you is not perfect. She may have freckles, or she may have her own little temper, refuse to try strange positions, and her moans may not be very pleasant—the huge difference is beyond your imagination, and ordinary people simply cannot accept it."

"They will only continue to satisfy themselves through hypnosis again and again, unable to muster the slightest interest in women in real life, and some may even develop erectile dysfunction."

"Especially for people who do not lack sexual activity."

When Miyazaki Yuko added the last sentence, she looked earnestly at Fushimi Shika.

"..."

Fushimi Shika couldn't lie about having a regular sex life because Miyazaki Yuuko had already seen through his lie. If he continued to deceive himself, he would just be a clown.

He could only try to salvage his dignity as a man by looking at it from a different angle: "It's not that I'm incapable, nor that I can't find a partner, it's just that I have strong self-control... Do you understand? Actually, I'm against premarital sex; I'm a rather traditional man."

Miyazaki Yuko suddenly realized: "Oh~ I see."

Fushimi Shika pressed his advantage, continuing, "So this just proves that with my willpower, I simply won't get addicted to this kind of thing—I can resist it in real life, so how could I possibly get addicted to erotic dreams?"

"That wasn't just an ordinary wet dream."

Miyazaki Gardenia emphasized its harmfulness: "It can be very, very real and it can satisfy all your fantasies, but that's not a good thing... People are most balanced and happiest when they are about to be satisfied."

Fushimi Shika remained silent for a moment. He felt that Miyazaki Yuko made a good point. With his knowledge of sex, he might just fall asleep in a wet dream and never wake up.

Since hypnotic erotic dreams are so harmful, why did Miyazaki Yuko record hypnotic tapes for Kazama Takusai?
With this in mind, Fushimi Shika voiced his doubts.

Out of consideration for Fushimi Shika and Kazama Takusai's friendship, Miyazaki Yuko revealed a little bit of the patient's personal information: "Because his illness is very serious, he needs strong medicine."

"How serious is it?" Fushimi Shikama didn't realize it.

“He’s on the verge of suicide,” Miyazaki said seriously. “Mr. Kazama’s dopamine levels are out of balance, and he’s secreting very, very little. Do you know what that means? It’s like he’s going through drug withdrawal every single moment.”

As she spoke, Miyazaki Yuko paused, "To be honest, I don't know how he managed to hold on until he saw me... He is a very special case."

Fushimi Shika was slightly surprised: "But Chief Physician Nitta's diagnosis was mild depression..."

He stopped speaking before he could finish, because Director Xintian had also given him a diagnosis certificate, which described him as sunny, cheerful, and having a healthy personality.

Miyazaki Yuko smiled but didn't say anything.

“Okay, I understand he’s very ill, but why prescribe this kind of…” Fushimi Shika carefully chose his words: “…this kind of ‘medication’.”

"The main purpose is to give him the basic desires of a normal person. Besides appetite and the will to survive, the easiest thing to achieve is sexual desire, even if it's just in his dreams. It's better than him being completely uninterested..."

Miyazaki Yuko suddenly realized something. She frowned and asked, "Wait, how did you know that I used this kind of hypnosis tape on him?"

Fushimi Shika initially wanted to continue lying, but then felt it was unnecessary. It was all a fluke, and he hadn't done anything wrong, so he simply told the truth about accidentally listening to a hypnosis tape while drunk.

Of course, he didn't mention Watanabe Shun's bubble bath, nor did he talk about what happened later—such as his attempt to hypnotize Minamoto Tamako with a cassette tape.

When Miyazaki Yuko learned of this, she was slightly surprised and carefully asked Fushimi Shika what he had dreamed about. He told her the truth, and Miyazaki Yuko quickly turned on her recorder and took notes rapidly in her notebook.

"Hmm... Dream co-occurrence... That's extremely rare... That's wonderful!"

She took notes while muttering to herself.

"How did it get better?" Fushimi Shika asked casually.

“I have been doing research on ‘co-dreaming’, but there are just too few cases… Although I know that as a professional psychologist I shouldn’t say such things, this matter is too important to me… Could I ask Mr. Fushimi for a favor?”

She wanted Fushimi Shika and others to cooperate in the research and conduct some routine psychological experiments.

Fushimi Shika naturally refused; he had no desire to be some strange guinea pig.

Miyazaki Yuko strongly advised against it, stating that the experiment was not dangerous and was basically a routine hypnosis experiment to study the triggering mechanism of the 'co-dream' phenomenon.

If Fushimi Shika is willing to cooperate, she promises that the hypnosis content will be entirely according to Fushimi Shika's preferences!
"Won't there be any hidden dangers?" Fushimi Shika was intrigued.

“If you are mentally healthy, there is absolutely no hidden danger. You can think of it as just sleeping together and having the same dream,” Miyazaki Yuko assured her.

“But Kazama Takusai is not in good mental health,” Fushimi Shika said.

“That’s true…” Miyazaki Yuko sighed helplessly.

Fushimi Shika suddenly laughed, rubbing his chin with his fingers, seemingly lost in thought. He then said softly:
"However... I have a better candidate."

(End of this chapter)