Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 434 The Death of Fushimi Shika (2.0 Edition)

Fushimi Shika was deeply moved. He never expected that his casual remark would be taken seriously by Hira Sakurako. If things could always be like this, Hira Sakurako would obediently do whatever he said, and his status in the family would rise dramatically.
That's right, his first reaction wasn't to confess, but rather to think that continuing to hide it would be very beneficial.

Putting aside distant examples, in normal times, Fushimi Shika would have trouble even getting a TV remote control, let alone the stars in the sky.

Before the Fushimi deer were poisoned, they would fight over the TV remote control almost every evening.

Minamoto no Tamako likes to reason, so she can't win against Fushimi Shika; but Hirako is unreasonable. She often sits in front of the TV pretending to have an autistic episode, holding the remote control and ignoring everyone, which is why Minamoto no Tamako supports her going out to play alone.

Just then, the little angel appeared and loudly condemned Fushimi Shika, claiming that as an older brother, Fushimi Shika should not have hidden things from his younger sister and made her cry because she cared about him; this was a heinous crime!

The devilish Kawai also popped up, hands on her hips, and said, "So what? This girl never cried before! We're using aversion therapy to treat her autism. Sakura should be thanking us!"

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika suddenly realized something.

—This guy might be faking it.

When Yukimura Aoi died, Hira Sakura didn't shed a tear; now that he's not even dead yet, Hira Sakura is about to cry?
Fushimi Shika had his suspicions, but he didn't want to say it outright. He glanced at her sideways, scrutinized her for a moment, but couldn't discern anything, because Hira Sakurako was wearing a mask and he couldn't see the expression on her face.

"Hey, where did this broken stone come from?" Fushimi Shika asked tentatively.

“It’s a Yamato series Antarctic meteorite,” Ping Yingzi explained carefully, having done her research beforehand. “Since 1969, research teams have been conducting meteorite collection activities in Antarctica, recovering a large number of Yamato series meteorites. This is one of the fragments…”

Fushimi Shika interrupted, "Aren't they kept at the National Polar Research Institute in Tsukuba City, Ibaraki Prefecture?"

"..."

Ping Yingzi was silent for a moment, her previous sobbing voice gone, replaced by an unusually calm demeanor: "How did you know?"

"I saw it in an encyclopedia. Tamako bought a lot of useless encyclopedias... That's not important," Fushimi Shika waved his hand and said, "You've definitely been scammed. Where in Tokyo can you find red meteorite fragments? How much did you pay for them?"

“It’s from a museum,” Hirayuko persisted. “You can’t buy it outside.”

"You stole it?" Fushimi Shika asked back.

"I found it," Hira Sakurako retorted.

"Oh~"

Fushimi Shika naturally knew what 'picking up' things in a museum meant, and he said earnestly, "Don't use such clumsy psychological tactics next time, you know? Your acting is completely unconvincing."

"Where did I go wrong?" Hira Sakurako didn't know where she had slipped up.

“You’re not usually this sentimental, and you’re not childish either.” Fushimi Shika lay back on the sofa, nonchalantly saying, “You knew perfectly well that the stars couldn’t cure my illness, yet you still went to steal the meteorite… just to move me, weren’t you?”

"Indeed."

Hira Sakura admitted that this was indeed her plan. The reason she spoke with a sob in her voice was simply because she happened to be wearing a mask and was improvising.

She paused, then continued, "But I really hope you don't die. Sending the meteorite was a way of hoping you'd pull yourself together... You've been a bit too lazy lately. I feel like you either don't want to live anymore, or you're just lying to me."

I appreciate your kind gesture.

Fushimi Shika waved his hand, signaling Hira Sakurako that she could leave. He was afraid that if they continued talking, he would expose that he was lying... After all, Hira Sakurako was already suspecting that he was lying.

"Is that all?" Hira Sakurako was very dissatisfied with Fushimi Shika's reaction.

"Otherwise what? Do you expect me to kneel down and thank you?" Fushimi Shika took another sip of cola.

"At least give me a guarantee? Or just tell me the truth: do you even want to live?" Ping Yingzi pressed.

"What if I said I didn't want to live anymore?" Fushimi Shika casually took out a meteorite from the cookie tin, played with it for a while, and felt that it looked like a pile of red dog poop... the kind that's been dried out.

Hira Sakurako fell silent again.

This time she really didn't say anything. She stood there dumbfounded next to Fushimi Shika for a long time before turning her head and preparing to go back to her room.

Seeing that things were going badly, Fushimi Shika realized that Hirako might be having a real emotional breakdown, so he quickly grabbed her and said, "Are you kidding me? Who wouldn't want to live if they could?"

"Then why are you still slacking off?"

Hira Sakurako glanced sideways through her mask at the television, silently condemning Fushimi Shika for having the mood to watch TV.

"It's all about balancing work and rest," Fushimi Shika said haphazardly.

Hira Sakurako narrowed her eyes; she finally realized what the problem was.

Fushimi Shika held the remote control tightly in her hand, lying motionless on the sofa like an old man. Recalling this period, every time Minamoto no Tamako was about to get angry, Fushimi Shika would bring up her impending death, forcing Minamoto no Tamako to swallow her anger. She felt cheated watching from the side.

Once she began to have doubts, Hira Sakurako immediately recalled many details, one of the most important being that she had once pushed Fushimi Shika to the bank to withdraw money... If she remembered correctly, the demon claw marks on Fushimi Shika's body seemed to have disappeared a little at that time.

—Maybe he drew the ghost claw mark himself, and the sweat from the hot weather washed away the ink, which is why it disappeared after being exposed to the sun!
Given Fushimi Shika's character, she felt that he was very likely lying, just to occupy the moral high ground and do whatever he wanted in the name of "respect for the dead".

“Let me see the ghost claw marks on your body,” Hira Sakurako suddenly said.

"What?" Fushimi Shika frowned.

"let me see!"

Without saying a word, Hira Sakurako suddenly launched a sneak attack, making a move to lift the hem of Fushimi Shika's clothes.

The latter was very vigilant. The elementary school student couldn't get close to him at all when he lunged. He pushed off with his legs and used his heels to propel himself up like a spring. The assassin Sakura couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

But Hira Sakurako had her own clever trick. Even though she knew she couldn't catch Fushimi Shika, she deliberately pounced on him to make him jump.

Taking advantage of the moment when Shishiro was suspended in mid-air and his clothes billowed up, Hira Sakurako raised her head and peered upwards from under the hem of his clothes, getting a clear view of Shishiro's upper body.

"Hmph! I knew it!!"

Ping Yingzi slammed her hands onto the sofa.

Fushimi Shika landed steadily in front of her, bracing himself with one hand on the ground, his posture resembling a ninja descent after parkour: "What do you know? This is utterly absurd..."

"The ghost claw marks on your body are fake! You weren't poisoned at all!"

Hira Sakurako was furious. She hadn't felt such emotional turmoil in a long time. Now she could truly understand Genji's anger, and she couldn't understand even more why Genji would fall for a despicable person like Fushimi Shika. "How could that be? True gold fears no fire. The Nue poison in my body is purer than it gets!"

Fushimi Shika could vouch for it, because he was not lying; he was indeed poisoned.

"The ghost claw marks on your body are fading! They'll be almost invisible! I already asked around; the deeper the ghost claw marks, the closer you are to death... You must have drawn them on yourself; the color has faded recently!"

Hira Sakura felt that the demon mask was not enough to express her anger. She had to think of a new word that could convey both her anger and her curse on Fushimi Shika.

I was so stupid to become a thief for this guy!
With that in mind, she snatched back the meteorite fragments and planned to find an opportunity to return the meteorite to the museum—even if it was very likely a fake, since the museum hadn't reacted after it was stolen, and it was 90% likely a fake, she still had to find a way to return it.

Because Minamoto no Tamako repeatedly said that one should not steal other people's things.

"It's really not."

Fushimi Shika thought he had given something else away, but after hearing Hira Sakurako's words, he perked up again and immediately lifted his clothes to let Hira Sakurako see for herself: "Can this really be a drawing?"

Hira Sakura thought to herself that this guy actually had the nerve to argue. She took off her mask, gathered her energy, and spat a little saliva at Fushimi Shika's side. She then stretched out her small hand and rubbed it repeatedly, trying to use the enzymes in her saliva to rub off the ink on Fushimi Shika's body.

She rubbed and rubbed, for a long time, until Fushimi Shika's skin turned red, but the black claw marks were still clearly visible, without any fading.

"what happened……"

Hira Sakurako began to doubt her own judgment.

But when she looked up, she saw Fushimi Shika looking smug, and she felt that she must have guessed correctly, but she just didn't know what trick Fushimi Shika had used!
"Could it be a tattoo?" Hira Sakura subconsciously sniffed her small hands, which were covered in the smell of saliva.

"A tattoo can fade?" Fushimi Shika wiped his waist with a tissue, his smug expression turning into disdain.

Ping Yingzi couldn't refute it. She felt something was amiss, but couldn't find any evidence. She could only ask, "Then how did it fade?"

"how could I know……"

Fushimi Shika tried to argue, but Hira Sakurako turned and ran to the landline, threatening, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll go tell Tamako and see what she thinks then!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Fushimi Shika grabbed her small hand and, after a quick thought, came up with a plausible lie: "Actually, I already have a way to detoxify."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? You made us... made Tamako worry for nothing!" Hira Sakurako felt that this guy deliberately kept it from them.

“But this method might not work! What I’m thinking is, if it works, I’ll give you a surprise; if it doesn’t work, you won’t be disappointed, right?” Fushimi Shika sat back down on the sofa.

"Hehe, so in that case, we should thank you for your consideration." Hirayuko had learned to be sarcastic.

Indeed, when people are extremely angry, they can learn anything and do anything.

"Otherwise what? You have to understand my good intentions!" Fushimi Shika clutched his chest, looking helplessly like he'd been given the cold shoulder. "If Tamako knew, wouldn't she worry about it every day? And if the poison isn't cured, wouldn't she be heartbroken again?"

That makes more sense.

Hirayuko reluctantly accepted it, but her anger hadn't subsided, and she continued to question, "Isn't this very effective? The ghost claw marks on your body are almost gone!"

“It’s only temporary. It might rebound even more severely in a couple of days.” Fushimi Shika forced a worried look on his face. “So you have to keep this a secret for me. You absolutely can’t tell Minamoto Tamako.”

"Really?" Hira Sakurako asked skeptically.

"It's absolutely true. Would I joke about my own life?" Fushimi Shika said, half-jokingly.

"Then tell me, what exactly is the method of detoxification?" Ping Yingzi continued to press.

Fushimi Shika felt like she was possessed by Minamoto no Tamako, relentlessly asking questions until she got to the bottom of things. In the past, he would have been impatient long ago.

But this matter must continue to be kept secret. Fushimi Shika is still planning to continue collecting stamps by playing the victim. He is about to collect them all. If Minamoto no Tamako finds out that he has been using the excuse of being poisoned to slack off, she will probably clear all his stamps in a fit of anger.

"It's cruel, and it's better for children not to know." Fushimi Shika waved his hand and turned his face away.

"It's alright, just tell me." Hira Sakurako walked around to the other side of the sofa, and Fushimi Shika quickly put on a pained expression to prove that he was really having a miserable time every day.

"First, I need to wrap my spine, lumbar vertebrae, and coccyx with soft leather for five to six hours every day to prevent the toxins from spreading further to the spinal cord and nerves..."

Fushimi Shika used a different way of saying "lying on the sofa".

Before Hirako could react, he continued, "In addition, I need to take large amounts of the chemical drugs CHO and (CHO) every day. These drugs cause severe side effects to my body, such as obesity, atherosclerosis, and elevated uric acid levels..."

He then used a different way of saying "eating dessert".

"Finally, I will perform high-temperature sterilization on my feet and massage specific acupoints for about thirty minutes every day. The purpose is to prevent toxins from descending and affecting my bodily functions. You wouldn't understand the specific mechanism even if I explained it to you..."

After Fushimi Shika finished talking about soaking his feet, he felt that he had suffered enough that day, and that continuing would be too much, so he stopped making things up: "In short, I was actually silently enduring torment in places you couldn't see."

"..."

Hira Sakurako still had a blank expression.

But her feelings were very complicated, because she didn't know whether Fushimi Shika was telling the truth or not, so she didn't know how she should feel.

"Do you need my help?"

Hira Sakurako felt she should do something: "I can help you buy medicine or something, so that Tamako won't find out..."

"can."

Fushimi Shika nodded; he was actually feeling a bit hungry. "Go to the craft shop and buy me a gunkan sushi. On the way back, stop by the convenience store and get a pineapple-flavored GariGari-kun. If they have it, also get a bag of kappa shrimp crackers..."

"Is this medicine?" Hira Sakura clenched her small fists.

"Yes, haven't you noticed that my appetite has been increasing lately? And I've said before that I hate desserts and I don't like these sweet things at all... If it weren't for medical treatment, why would I force myself to eat like this?"

Fushimi Shika shook his head and sighed.

Ping Yingzi didn't move, standing by the sofa for a long time. She couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Then you should just die."

(End of this chapter)