Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 445 Crow’s Mouth

Fushimi Shika returned home the next morning, took a quick bath, and fell into a deep sleep.

Drug dealers operate at night and hide during the day, so he could only deal with them at night. He was busy all night long, and when he returned, Gen Tamako had already gone out to take Sakurako to school.

Uesugi Shion had been up all night, and mental patients also need rest, so she slept soundly during the day as well.

This peaceful routine continued for several weeks, with Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako living in reversed day and night, and the two never had a chance to share a bed.

The former goes out at night to deal with drug dealers, while the latter goes out during the day to investigate cases and research the origins of drug addicts and Nue tea, each making their own gains.

Fushimi Shika's list of drug dealers grew longer and longer, and his savings gradually dwindled. He finally caught a few big fish, none of whom were easy to deal with: there were pharmaceutical tycoons, high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare, and members of the Senate... They were still engaged in legal transnational transactions. After all, these chemicals were medicines on the shelves, but they became drugs when they bypassed prescriptions and regulations.

Yuan Yuzi also uncovered some clues. The laboratory drug reports seemed to have been tampered with and did not match the test results from third-party institutions. Those "drug addicts" had not taken any illegal psychotropic drugs. The head of the criminal investigation department, who had established the investigation division, seemed to be aware of this and had been avoiding her questions.

Meanwhile, Watanabe Shun's 'seizures' of drugs are increasing.

He instantly became the "star detective" of the investigation department, with crime news reporting daily on how many kilograms of drugs Detective Watanabe had seized. When Higashiyama Takashi saw him, he no longer had a cold face, nor did he question his perfunctory reports; instead, he patted Watanabe's arm every day, saying, "I knew I hadn't misjudged him..."

In addition, the investigation division had another detective who seized even more drugs than Watanabe Shun. He was always on the front page of crime news reports, while Watanabe Shun was at the back.

That night, inside the izakaya (Japanese pub), the two men stole a moment from their busy schedules to have a few drinks together. Watanabe Shun, holding a newspaper, complained to Fushimi-kun beside him:

"I don't understand, we've all spent money, how come we're still not as good as others?"

"What do you mean 'we'? I paid for it, what does it have to do with you?" Fushimi Shika lowered his head and lit a cigarette. He had been under a lot of pressure lately, and his smoking habit had relapsed.

Watanabe Shun didn't ask how the money came about. He was very unhappy, pursed his lips, and burned a hole in the face on the newspaper with his cigarette butt: "It must have been through some kind of opportunistic trickery!"

Fushimi Shika ordered a pitcher of beer. He was short on money lately and couldn't spend it recklessly anymore, so he decided to split the bill.

"Stop being so jealous, it's too ugly," he muttered, taking a big gulp of his beer before adding, "But you're right, there really is something fishy going on here."

"What's going on?" Watanabe Shun pricked up his ears.

"I won't tell you." Fushimi Shika knew Watanabe Shun's character very well. If she told him something, it would be the same as the whole world knowing.

Watanabe Shun persisted for a long time, but Fushimi Shika refused to say anything, so he had no choice but to give up and casually flipped to a page of the newspaper to see what other news was happening in Tokyo recently.

Well, Yoko Kanno is going to hold a symphony concert, Toyota has released its sixth-generation car, there have been more political changes in the Soviet Union, and the University of Tokyo next door is still selling pirated videotapes and game discs...

Watanabe Shun was not interested in any of them. He quickly flipped through the pages and finally found his favorite daily jokes and casual conversation submissions.

"Haha, look at this..."

Watanabe Shun pointed to an old joke in the newspaper and leaned over to Fushimi Shika to share it. The latter didn't even bother to put on a perfunctory smile and casually replied, "I've already seen it."

Watanabe Shun was unhappy, feeling like he had been let down.

He had no choice but to continue reading and found an interesting report in the interview section.

The reporter claimed that several indiscriminate attacks had recently occurred in Tokyo, with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department stating that they were committed by drug addicts. However, after conducting interviews, the reporter discovered that the so-called "drug addicts" had no history of drug use, leading the reporter to suspect that the Metropolitan Police Department was concealing other truths.

"According to sources, the attackers were all irrational, exhibiting bizarre and even aggressive behavior. One attacker went berserk and bit a patrol officer before being shot dead on the spot. The author interviewed the person involved, who claimed the attackers were like zombies from a movie, completely devoid of fear and pain..."

"In conclusion, I speculate that a new infectious disease has emerged in Tokyo that may affect the central nervous system..."

"Furthermore, a new biochemical laboratory has been built on the outskirts of Tokyo, and its safety qualifications are questionable..."

……

Watanabe Shun read the entire report and felt it was utter nonsense, pure fabrication. But then he also felt it made some sense; when you put it all together, it seemed plausible.

He had intended to discuss this matter with Fushimi-kun, but then thought that Fushimi-kun wouldn't be interested, so he shook the newspaper and continued reading.

The last section, "Casual Talk and Submissions," is for readers to submit daily anecdotes, rental information, missing person notices, etc. It's like a small advertising space that readers can pay to have published.

Watanabe Shun glanced at it; there was nothing of value. However, a section of the submission at the very edge caught his eye:

Anonymous: Yu Honda in the interview is talking nonsense; he's about to turn into a crow.

"Ha ha!"

Watanabe Shun found it hilarious. He guessed that the reader who submitted the article had been harassed by that reporter, which was why he was so resentful and willing to spend money to expose the reporter's shortcomings.

Well, thankfully he didn't discuss that report with Fushimi Shika, otherwise that guy would have given him that 'Are you an idiot?' look again.

The two continued drinking, chatting about work and the recent situations of Moriki Arashi and Kazama Takusai.

The two shared a common interest and often went fishing together at the beach. Watanabe Shun initially thought they were secretly dating, so he went to check on them, only to find that they had no desire for the opposite sex in their eyes, but only the joy of seeing the fish take the bait.

After a few rounds of drinks, Fushimi Shika felt it was about time, so he paid the bill and went home to rest. Watanabe Shunshun and Shika walked together to the Sugamo apartment building, where they parted ways in the elevator.

For Fushimi Shika, today was just an ordinary day.

As always, he entered Gentamako's room, greeted her, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After finishing, Fushimi Shika didn't hide anything, wrapped himself in a bath towel, came out of the bathroom, yawned, and went to bed.

"So many sacks of bridges!!"

Suddenly, Yuan Yuzi reached out and yanked off his blanket.

Fushimi Shika was taken aback, wondering what had gotten into Minamoto no Tamako. Luckily, he was wearing underwear, or it would have been embarrassing.

"Why have the demon claw marks on your body gotten deeper?" Genji Tamako climbed onto the bed and carefully examined Fushimi Shika's body.

Fushimi Shika looked down and saw that it had indeed become quite a bit deeper.

He previously felt that sunbathing was too hot, and since he didn't want to 'recover' so quickly, he planned to eradicate it gradually in batches.
Unexpectedly, I was too busy during this period, staying up all day and working at night, which caused the nue poison to relapse and the ghost claw marks on my body to deepen.

"It might be because it's gotten better recently."

Fushimi Shika pulled the blanket back over himself and casually made up a story: "Maybe it's because I have a good constitution and have developed a little resistance to the drug."

"Really?" Minamoto no Tamako looked delighted, her eyes filled with hope. "It could also be because you've been going out a lot lately and exercising every day, which has boosted your immune system..." "No, no, no," Fushimi Shika shook her head from her bed. "That's impossible."

“How could there be no problem? You eat and drink the same things all the time, don’t you? Apart from exercising, you’re no different from usual!” The more Minamoto Tamako talked, the more likely it seemed. Exercise helps with detoxification, so she should definitely encourage Fushimi to exercise more in the future.

Seeing that things were not going well, Fushimi Shika coughed twice, revealing a tired expression, and said, "I don't know why, but lately my hands and feet have become less and less obedient to me..."

"Huh?" Yuan Yuzi was stunned, her mood like a rollercoaster.

"Moreover, I had a physical examination a while ago, and the toxins in my internal organs did not decrease. The doctor said my condition had worsened, possibly because the toxins were seeping out of my internal organs..."

Fushimi Shika had a look on his face that said, "I'm going to die."

Minamoto no Tamako's heart sank to the bottom again. She remembered Miyazaki no Yuko's advice: Fushimi-kun had been busy with a 'secret mission' some time ago, so she hadn't had time to take him to see a therapist.

It's time to put this on the agenda. If we don't hurry, it wouldn't be surprising if Fushimi-kun suddenly died one day.

Genji glanced at his watch. It was 10 a.m. Fushimi usually slept for eight hours and woke up around 6 p.m. Occasionally, Fushimi would stay in bed and sleep for ten hours, which would be around 8 p.m.

"Um, are you free from 6 pm to 8 pm today?" she asked.

"What is it?" Whether Fushimi Shika is available depends on what Minamoto Tamako intends for him to do.

“Didn’t we book Dr. Miyazaki’s end-of-life care? We’ve already paid for it, it would be such a waste not to go…” Minamoto Tamako’s tone was tactful, trying her best not to put pressure on Fushimi.

"Ah~"

Fushimi Shika looked enlightened. He remembered the unfinished dream-sharing experiment, nodded, and said, "I happen to have some free time. Let's set off after I wake up."

After saying that, he turned over and covered himself with the pink blanket.

The bed was soft and smelled nice, which made him sleep soundly these past few days.

Seeing this, Yuan Yuzi didn't want to disturb his rest, so she quietly closed the door and went out to work.

……

While Fushimi Shika was fast asleep, Watanabe Shun had just finished taking a shower.

He has a procrastination problem. After returning home, he sprawled on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Only when he felt smelly, his sweat dried, and his skin and scalp itched did he get up to tidy himself up.

After finishing, Watanabe Shun felt bored, so he paged his drinking buddies and asked if they wanted to go out.

He doesn't need to work night shifts. The reason he took a shower in the morning was simply because he hadn't showered for three days and couldn't stand it anymore.

Watanabe Shun doesn't have to work today, and he plans to take a day off under the pretext of going out on fieldwork.

After he finished showering, his drinking buddies replied; some were busy with work, while others were free. He arranged a meeting place with the free buddies, changed his clothes, and went out.

Watanabe Shun drank from morning until after 7 p.m., during which time he went to watch a baseball game and watched a few action movies at a video arcade. When he said goodbye to his drinking buddies and was staggering home, his pager suddenly went off.

The search unit received a report that another drug addict had gone mad, picking up stones by the river and asking the officers on field duty to arrest him and take his statement.

Watanabe Shun didn't want to pay attention, but unexpectedly he was the only police officer on duty today, while the other officers in the investigation department were busy with drug enforcement.

Alright, time to slack off is over.

Watanabe Shun sighed, took a hangover pill, and drove his police car to the location where the incident was reported. He ran into a fellow traffic police officer on the way, but didn't dare stop to say hello, focusing only on driving.

About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the scene of the incident. The police station was short-staffed, so only one patrol officer accompanied him to the scene to assist with the investigation.

The person who reported the incident was an elderly woman who was buying groceries by the river. She saw someone sneakily picking up stones with their mouth under the bridge pier. Remembering the news reports of drug addicts assaulting people recently, she quickly found a phone booth to call the police.

Watanabe Shun and patrol officer Rokuro came to confirm the situation. They turned off their sirens, parked their police car on the side of the road, and looked around along the riverbank pebbles. They found the bridge pier that the woman buying vegetables had heard.

"It seems like nobody's here..."

Watanabe Shun looked around, trying to brush it off and pretend he hadn't seen the suspect.

"Where! I see it!"

Police officer Liulang was very enthusiastic. He hadn't been officially promoted yet, so naturally he wanted to make a good impression and earn more merits.

Watanabe Shun cursed his bad luck under his breath. He turned his head and saw a man wearing a brown corduroy jacket next to the bridge pier, most of his body hidden in the shadows, slowly wriggling, doing something unknown.

It did look very suspicious, no wonder the elderly woman passing by called the police.

Watanabe Shun gave a wink, and Officer Rokuro understood immediately. He forced a smile, put on a good cop act, and stepped forward to greet the man: "Sir! Sir, what are you doing here so late..."

As soon as he approached, the man turned around abruptly, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Watanabe Shun got a good look at the man's face. He was wearing glasses and had a name tag on his chest, so he looked like a clerk. Before he could even play the bad cop, the clerk jumped up, spread his arms, mimicking bird wings, and ran while waving his arms and making "cawing" sounds.

"..."

"..."

Watanabe Shun and Police Officer Rokuro exchanged glances. The former shrugged and said, "That's how drug addicts are."

"I see. Senior, you are indeed very experienced. How should this situation usually be handled?" Police Officer Rokuro asked humbly.

"Cuff him, take him away, and do a urine test."

Watanabe Shun knew the place well; he took out handcuffs from his pocket and stepped forward; Policeman Rokuro quickly followed, ready to help.

Seeing the two men's aggressive demeanor, the clerk cackled even louder. He bent down, stretched his arms behind his back, and mimicked a bird's swooping motion as he fled towards the riverbank. If Fushimi Shika had seen this, he would have thought he was imitating a Naruto's run.

Watanabe Shun and patrolman Rokuro quickly gave chase, while the clerk fled in panic. The three ran wildly along the riverbank, eventually reaching a small path. The policeman shouted "Stop!" and the clerk responded with a series of loud, guttural cries.

He chased and he fled, but he couldn't escape. In the end, Watanabe Shun and Police Officer Rokuro cornered the clerk on the bridge.

(End of this chapter)