Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 468 Patience

Xiaoyu really has no friends.

On the one hand, it was because she started school early, and her peers were several years older than her. She was timid and embarrassed to speak up, so everyone thought she was a quiet person and didn't want to play with her.

On the other hand, it was because the Kujo family had strict discipline and did not allow Tamako to run wild outside. She could only listen to her classmates talking about what they played and what anime they watched the night before, and she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

This vicious cycle meant that although Xiaoyuzi wasn't isolated, she still became invisible in the class.

Her only hobby is reading mystery novels—Kujou Yui doesn't allow her to watch TV, believing that early exposure to media and film is bad for a child's physical and mental health, and she also doesn't allow her to read Mary Sue novels or comic books, so she can only read mystery novels.

In Japan, mystery novels are not considered light reading, especially social mystery novels. Kujo Yui felt that reading them could help her develop logical thinking and establish a sound worldview, so she did not object.

Over time, Tamako developed a dream: to become a famous detective and police inspector like those in the books, intelligent, brave, righteous, and helping the weak and oppressed. Most importantly, she wanted to have an assistant by her side who would share life and death with her.

The bond between the great detective and his assistant transcends not only the mundane hormonal love between men and women, but also the great terror of life and death; it is the meeting of kindred spirits, like the flowing water between gentlemen!
They fought back-to-back on a train, helped each other escape from a haunted house, and stood together in the face of power, never yielding... They shared common ideals, common beliefs, and common goals, and even the most intense arguments would eventually lead to reconciliation.

Every time Xiaoyuzi reads a detective novel, she can hear her parents arguing outside her room.

She hid under the covers reading a novel. The murder case had reached a crucial point. Her good partner was investigating the scene together. The great detective mocked his assistant for being an idiot for not noticing such an obvious clue. Kujo Yui angrily rebuked her husband for being foolish and arguing over so-called manliness... She turned a page. The assistant and the great detective had made up, but her parents were still arguing.

Xiaoyu knows that her parents love her and that her grandfather cherishes her, but she still feels lonely.

She wants to make friends, but she's also afraid to make friends.

Fushimi Shika didn't understand the feelings of a little girl. He only vaguely realized that Tamako was sad not only because she was scolded, but also because she had no one to confide in after being scolded.

“I can be your friend,” he said, sprawled in the corner. “I’m your best friend.”

Tamako continued to cry without replying. In her eyes, Fushimi-sensei was an adult, and they couldn't be friends... Adults and children simply couldn't play together.

Now Fushimi Shika was completely helpless and could only sit in the corner, staring blankly into the distance, saying nothing.

Meanwhile, in another dream, Minamoto no Tamako is facing the same troubles.

She hid under the bed in the attic, covering her mouth and nose, peering through the gap, her heart pounding with anxiety.

A woman's pale face peeked out from the floorboards, followed by her upper body, then a pair of pale blue ankles, and red high heels that creaked on the attic wooden floor.

It's that woman in the living room!
Yuan Yuzi hadn't forgotten that she had been strangled to death by this woman before, and the suffocating, near-death feeling was incredibly real. She absolutely didn't want to experience it a second time.

"...What was that sound just now?" the woman demanded.

"I don't know," the gloomy boy said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Yuzi heard a loud slap. The gloomy boy swayed, but steadied himself. He didn't back down and remained silent.

"Speak up! I don't have time to waste with you!" the woman demanded again.

"I don't know," the gloomy boy repeated.

Another resounding slap landed, this time harder than the last. The gloomy boy fell to the ground, his eyes meeting for a second with Minamoto Tamako beneath the bed. She noticed his swollen cheek. But the gloomy boy didn't care and got up anyway.

"Who taught you to lie? Who gave you the right to talk back! You've learned to hide people at home, haven't you!"

As she spoke, the woman began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, her red high heels bobbing up and down in front of Yuan Yuzi. Books, clothes, lamps, and other household items clattered to the ground, making it look like a small earthquake had occurred.

Unable to find the woman, she turned around, grabbed the gloomy boy's hair, and forced him to explain what the sound had been.

“I’m practicing my Mandarin,” the gloomy boy said.

"lie!"

The woman shouted, and another loud slap landed across her face.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yuan Yuzi shouted, "Enough!" and tried to crawl out from under the bed to stop the woman's violence. But she moved too quickly and her head slammed against the bed board with a dull thud. She was in so much pain that she clutched her head and fell to the ground, completely losing her heroic demeanor.

That wasn't all. Just as she recovered, she looked up and saw a pale face hanging upside down outside the crack in the bed—the woman was backlit, and her pupils looked particularly venomous, as if she wanted to devour Yuan Yuzi alive.

Yuan Yuzi's courage vanished instantly, and she instinctively shrank back inside; just then, the woman reached out, trying to pull her out, but grabbed nothing, and her already ferocious expression became even more distorted.

"Come out! Come out!!" the woman shouted.

"Come in if you dare!" Yuan Yuzi retorted, feeling ashamed of backing down. She tried to save face in front of Xiaoluzi and show her righteousness as an older sister.

"It's filthy! It's filthy! Aunt Li! Come up here quickly!" the woman shouted for reinforcements.

Hearing the mistress's shout, the nanny, abandoning her chores, rushed up to the attic to ask what she needed. The mistress pointed a soft, boneless finger to a crack under the bed and commanded, "Get that stinky cat out of here!"

Stinky cat?

Gen Tamako paused for a moment, then realized that in other people's eyes, she was a cat. She really couldn't get used to this identity; she would have been fine as a child, so why did she have to become a cat?
The nanny wasn't afraid of getting dirty. She knelt by the bed and reached her hand inside. Yuan Yuzi had nowhere to retreat and decided to take the initiative. You see, she was a police officer with a gun. If she hadn't been careless earlier, how could she have died three times in a row? Maybe she'd have to clean up Xiaoluzi's house!
Her face was resolute. She reached for her waist, but it was empty. Even though she was dressed the same as in real life, and had a holster, there was no police gun.

Could it be that guns were banned during Fushimi's childhood? That's so strange! Don't boys usually like playing with guns?

Yuan Yuzi had no choice but to flee in panic. She turned around and crawled like a tortoise. The nanny couldn't reach her for a moment and could only follow her under the bed.

Now she had nowhere to hide and had no choice but to crawl out. The vicious woman immediately pounced, like a vengeful ghost, seemingly intending to strangle her to death.

Yuan Yuzi didn't want to die again, and she didn't want to lose her memory. She didn't care about her image at all. She grabbed a lamp and swung it at the bad woman's forehead.

She only meant to defend herself, but she never expected to crack the bad woman's skull open. The lamp shattered, and the bad woman's head was also broken. She fell to the ground with a thud and didn't move, a pool of blood slowly seeping from her long black hair.

what?
That's it?

Yuan Yuzi thought this bad woman was very powerful, after all, she had pinched people so hard before, like iron clamps, that it was impossible to break free. She didn't expect her to be so weak.

She didn't feel much guilt, after all, it was a dream, and this wicked woman had transcended the realm of humanity, looking like the female protagonist in a horror movie. Even if she killed her, she would hardly feel any guilt.

The nanny screamed in fright and quickly crawled out from under the bed, intending to go downstairs to call the police.

Just as she was about to go down the stairs, the gloomy boy suddenly appeared behind her, reached out and gave her a hard push. The nanny rolled down the stairs like a bowling ball, her body crashing against the steps repeatedly, letting out a scream.

Yuan Yuzi was startled and quickly went over, peering down at the floorboards near the door. She saw the nanny lying motionless in the middle of the corridor, her arms and legs bent into an eerie arc. She wanted to turn around and question the gloomy boy about why he had pushed her down, since the nanny hadn't done anything wrong; it was purely an innocent accident.

But before she could speak, she saw the mood value above the gloomy boy's head drop again, turning from red to black, and his expression looked so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip from it.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Genji was a little flustered. Logically speaking, Koji had avenged her great enemy and should be happy. She wasn't quite sure about the relationship between Koji and the mistress, guessing that Koji must be a foster child, otherwise she wouldn't have suffered such abuse. According to Fushimi Shika's personality after she grew up, she should be clapping and cheering at this moment.

“I’m going to die this time too,” the gloomy boy said.

"What?" Yuan Yuzi was taken aback.

Before she could understand what he meant, the attic floor collapsed with a crash, and countless dark, twisted shadows surged in, entangling Yuan Yuzi and the gloomy boy. The latter said with a somber face, "With her dead, I have nowhere to go."

Yuan Yuzi tried to speak, but the shadows rushed into her mouth, blocking her throat and trachea, rendering her speechless. She tried to struggle and escape, but the shadows were like a swamp; the more she struggled, the faster she sank.

She gradually suffocated and completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Yuzi heard the familiar bell sound again. She opened her eyes and saw the gloomy boy holding a cat toy, waving it in front of her—this was the scene she always saw when she woke up.

what……

Did I die again?

hiss……

What did I forget this time?
Yuan Yuzi racked her brains but couldn't remember anything, so she simply gave up. She quickly tried to communicate with the gloomy boy, and fortunately, the 'translation konjac' was still effective; the gloomy boy could understand what she was saying.

Upon learning that this was the fourth death, and that the last time they had killed the mistress and the nanny, the gloomy boy's mood value dropped slightly, turning a deep, almost purple red.

"The sound of the bell attracted her attention earlier, and she'll be coming up soon... What should we do? Should we escape through the window?"

Gentama really didn't want to stay in this house any longer.

The gloomy boy shook his head and said, "There are surveillance cameras outside. You'll die if you go out."

"Surveillance? Why would there be surveillance cameras outside your house?" Yuan Yuzi didn't understand. In her mind, surveillance cameras were extremely expensive, and the image quality was like a mosaic. If you wanted a clearer picture, you either had to use film or military surveillance cameras, both of which were extremely expensive and unaffordable for ordinary people.

The gloomy boy was too lazy to explain; if it exists, it exists, and if it doesn't, why?

Unlike Minamoto no Tamako, he had no memory of his previous death. Knowing that the mistress would be coming up soon, he used the same trick again, making Minamoto no Tamako hide under the bed.

"No, I tried it last time and it didn't work!" Gen Tamako didn't think it was a good idea.

"You were caught last time?" The gloomy boy frowned, his mood plummeting once again.

Yuan Yuzi recounted the previous situation in detail. After listening, the gloomy boy's mood improved slightly. If one didn't have an absolute sense of color, one wouldn't be able to tell at all.

However, judging from his expression, he seemed angry; his eyebrows furrowed, and his gloomy aura intensified: "Who told you to meddle? You stay under the bed and don't come out! She won't bother checking under the bed if she thinks it's dirty!"

"But……"

"Are you trying to kill me? Or do you want to die again?" the gloomy boy interrupted.

"Are you just going to let that guy beat you up? How can there be such a person? It's outrageous! What kind of skill is it to bully a child!"

The more Minamoto Yuko thought about it, the angrier she became. If that person were adopted, they might end up living in the same kind of environment...

Hey, which one?
Gen Tamako scratched her head, feeling as if she had forgotten someone very important.

“She’s my mom,” the gloomy boy said.

Minamoto Tamako was shocked. She could hardly imagine that there could be such a vicious mother in the world: "How could she treat the child she had carried for nine months like this..."

"I'm not nine months pregnant," the gloomy boy said.

"Were you adopted?" Gen Tamako asked.

"No." The gloomy boy didn't want to say more. He grabbed Yuan Yuzi's arm, shoved her under the bed, and instructed, "No matter what happens this time, you're not allowed to make a sound!"

Genjiro wanted to refuse, but when she saw the almost pleading look in Shika's eyes, she softened... This was the first time Fushimi Shika had ever given in to her.

"All right……"

She lay under the bed and couldn't help but sigh.

"Pinky promise." The gloomy boy held up his little finger: "No take-backs."

Minamoto no Tamako never expected him to have such a childish side. In the past, she was always the one begging Fushimi-kun to make a pinky promise, but this time it was Fushimi-kun's turn to beg her. She should have been happy, but the thought of what was going to happen next made her feel particularly sad.

So this is what Fushimi Shika's childhood was like?
She made a pinky promise, wanting to persuade him again; if all else failed, they would try to escape together. But the gloomy boy squatted by the bed and whispered, "I'm sorry, please bear with me."

Should we be patient?

How long can we endure this?

Yuan Yuzi didn't know the answer, so she could only remain silent.

As expected, a few minutes later, the woman came up, followed by a shout and the sharp sound of a slap. Yuan Yuzi gritted her teeth, covered her ears, closed her eyes, and repeatedly told herself: Endure, endure, endure…

About half an hour later, which is equivalent to only a minute in reality, the woman finally stopped. She then hugged the gloomy boy, sobbing softly, and kept repeating, "I'm sorry," "I did it for your own good," "I couldn't control myself, I won't do it again next time"... After she finished crying, she took out a wad of money from her pocket, stuffed it into the gloomy boy's pocket, said she had something to do, and hurriedly left.

The gloomy boy bent down and whispered, "You can come out now."

Yuan Yuzi crawled out from under the bed and looked around. The room was a mess, with books scattered on the floor and high-heeled shoe prints on the pages. The gloomy boy himself was in a terrible state, his face covered with bruises and swellings.

Can she really endure until dawn?
The question finally popped into Minamoto no Tamako's mind.

(End of this chapter)