Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 475 Master, what do you do for a living?
The first step in capturing the young serial killer Fushimi Shika is to find a way to get a gun.

Gentama knew perfectly well that if she were to fight Fushimi-kun hand-to-hand, it would be like a little white rabbit fighting a big bad wolf; even if she fought with all her might, she could probably only make the other one die from overeating.

But the biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can use tools.

Using weapons to bridge the gap in size and strength, Minamoto no Tamako felt there was nothing wrong with it; otherwise, countries wouldn't have bothered to research weapons, and medieval knights wouldn't have fallen because of firearms.

She's a detective, after all, and should be entitled to carry a gun. Besides, this is a dream, and the law in reality can't interfere with her daydreams. Even if she steals or robs, it doesn't violate her principles—Fushimi-kun is still a serial killer in his dream! She's just getting a gun in her dream, and it's to stop Fushimi-kun. Who dares to say she's wrong?

Yuan Yuzi mentally prepared herself and successfully convinced herself that she was "breaking the law knowingly." She was thinking of asking the local gang about the price... She didn't have any money in her pocket at the moment, so she had to ask first to have a better understanding of the situation.

Based on past experience, gang hideouts are often hidden in cramped apartment buildings, alleyways deep in back alleys, or illegal underground bars.

Yuan Yuzi is no longer the naive young girl she once was; she wouldn't recklessly run off to such a dangerous place.

To ensure her safety, she made a mask, turned her red scarf inside out, and put it on her forehead, completely covering her face. She also had a small fruit knife that came as a free gift when she bought a watermelon from a fruit shop in her pocket, and she was holding half a watermelon in her right hand... When she passed by a fruit stall, she came across a very cheap Kirin watermelon. She happened to have some breakfast money that her mother had given her, so she thought she might as well buy it.

Huh, why do I think watermelons are expensive?
Yuan Yuzi scratched her head, unable to recall the reason, and vaguely felt that she had forgotten many things.

If you can't remember, that's fine. The most important thing now is to capture Fushimi Shika!

After wandering around the city for half a day, Yuan Yuzi found a bar that looked very suspicious. A group of young men with dyed hair in various colors and several girls in short skirts were standing at the entrance, smoking and puffing away. It was clearly a den of iniquity.

She kept her head down and walked quickly, intending to sneak into the bar, but was stopped at the door by a waiter: "Minors are not allowed in, go to the side."

Yuan Yuzi thought to herself, "Isn't this an underground bar? Underground bars are supposed to follow the law prohibiting sales to minors? Then why are you even running an underground bar? You might as well just operate a normal business!"

She left dejectedly, but was stopped on the way by some thugs and delinquents who wanted to borrow some money from her.

Fortunately, Yuan Yuzi was penniless, which saved her from being extorted.

If Plan A doesn't work, then we'll go with Plan B. Yuan Yuzi, holding a watermelon, wandered around the old residential area while eating it—she had eaten watermelon in real life and knew what it tasted like, so she could taste it even in her dream.

In the alley on the first floor of the old residential area, there were many older women standing, seemingly enjoying the cool air. They were all looking down at their phones. Occasionally, a few younger-looking women would chat with passing men, haggling over prices, as if they were doing some kind of business.

Yuan Yuzi had always been curious, and seeing this scene, she wanted to go in and take a look, but as expected, she was chased away by the chicken head. She pouted, thinking that being a primary school student was really boring; she was always looked down upon, and getting things done was much less efficient.

Before she could even react, a group of men in hats raided the brothel, and the scene became extremely chaotic. Many customers jumped out of the window with their pants up, only to be pinned to the ground by the men in hats.

Yuan Yuzi was standing aside eating melon seeds when she was noticed by Uncle Hat. He was taken aback and hurriedly asked Yuan Yuzi why she was there.

Seeing that things were not going well, Yuan Yuzi quickly ran away. She ignored the shouts behind her and kept running forward until no one was chasing her. Only then did she slow down.

That was close! I almost ended up in the police station again.

Wait, why did I say "again"?
Yuan Yuzi felt like she had become a stranger to herself, and strange thoughts kept popping into her mind.

But she didn't have time to investigate further; getting a gun was the priority.

If Plan B doesn't work, then Plan C will do. Yuan Yuzi ventured into the alleyways, intending to find a gang's hideout, but all she found were hole-in-the-wall restaurants, all with open flames. The owners would set up a pot and stir-fry food right there on the roadside, and the customers were eating with their mouths full of oil, making her incredibly hungry.

Maybe these restaurant owners are actually gang leaders, and making stir-fries is just a side job during the day to cover their tracks.

With her sharp eyes, Yuan Yuzi noticed a tattoo on the arm of one of the cooks, which further confirmed her suspicions—just like Zhao Chunshu, he was just a restaurant owner on the surface, but in reality, he was a high-ranking member of the Inagawa-kai.

In Minamoto no Tamako's mind, aside from gangsters, no one would have large tattoos on their arms. She lived during a time of crackdown on organized crime, and society as a whole held a particular prejudice against gang members. Some bathhouses even refused entry to customers with tattoos on their backs, forcing gangs to operate their own bathhouses.

She stood aside and observed for a while. The owner didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a child being greedy. He continued cooking, and when he got hot, he wiped his sweat with the rag draped over his shoulder. When he raised his hand, he revealed the large gold chain around his neck.

Yuan Yuzi's gaze narrowed slightly. This was yet another strong piece of evidence. Apart from gangsters and rappers, who would wear such an extravagant gold chain?

Hmm, it's pretty much a done deal.

But just in case, to avoid any misunderstandings, Yuan Yuzi leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Master, what do you do for a living?"

The restaurant owner turned to look at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and continued cooking without stopping.

Yuan Yuzi was satisfied with this answer. It seemed that it was a shady job that she couldn't tell strangers, so the restaurant owner could only remain vigilant and silent.

"I'm also from the underworld..."

Halfway through her sentence, Yuan Yuzi realized it wasn't very convincing, since it came from the mouth of an eight or nine-year-old child. So she opened her bag and showed the restaurant owner the fruit knife inside: "I want to buy a fire."

"..."

The restaurant owner sized her up from head to toe, then expertly served the dishes, thinking, "Whose brat is this? She's talking nonsense... Why is she calling me 'also'? Is she involved in the underworld? Does she want to be a chef too? Is she applying for a handyman job with a fruit knife? Are elementary school kids this aggressive these days when they're looking for summer jobs?"

He waved his hand impatiently: "We're not hiring."

“I’m not here to join the group,” Yuan Yuzi leaned closer and whispered, “I want to buy a gun. Do you have any connections?”

"..."

The restaurant owner finally stopped what he was doing, looked down at Yuan Yuzi, and said, "Turn right ahead, there's a shop with a red sign. Go in and tell the owner that she sells guns."

Gen Tamako was overjoyed, thinking that she had not misjudged him after all. The yakuza of Tokyo University were no different from the Japanese underworld; they were both masters of hiding in plain sight!

Clutching the empty watermelon rind, she skipped happily to the alley entrance, turned right, and sure enough, saw a red sign that read 'Old Zhao's Convenience Store.' She felt a chill run down her spine, gaining a completely new understanding of Uncle Zhao's capabilities. Yuan Yuzi entered the convenience store. A woman was eating sunflower seeds in front of the glass counter, not even greeting the customer—something completely unimaginable in Japan.

He really does act like a gangster.

She leaned closer, stood on tiptoe, peered through the glass counter at the curly-haired proprietress, and whispered, "Sir, I want to buy a gun..."

"What kind?" The proprietress asked without turning around. "Does it include laser treatment?"

These days, kids love toy guns. You can buy them at convenience stores and supermarkets. During holidays, there are even people setting up stalls to sell toy guns that fire BBs. Some of these guns are even made of simulated iron, and they feel no different from real guns.

It wasn't until new regulations were introduced that guns firing projectiles with a muzzle kinetic energy of 1.8 joules per square centimeter or greater were classified as firearms, and these toy guns gradually disappeared from the market.

Yuan Yuzi was unaware of the situation. She touched her empty pockets, feeling a little guilty: "Laser aiming? How can you get such an accessory? It must be expensive."

"More expensive than a small pistol." The proprietress was still eating sunflower seeds.

"How much is the cheapest small handgun?" Gen Tamako asked cautiously.

"Twenty-five." The proprietress glanced at her sideways. "Want it?"

Yuan Yuzi was first taken aback, not expecting that guns from Dongda University were so cheap. She had heard that Dongda University was becoming a world factory, but she did not expect its strength to be so formidable. Then she secretly regretted that she only had 25 yuan for breakfast and pocket money today. She bought a 10-yuan watermelon and was now a little short of money.

How to do?
How about we negotiate the price?
Minamoto no Tamako blushed slightly. As a wealthy young lady, she had no experience haggling with vendors like a commoner. She had lived with Fushimi-kun before and experienced a period of financial hardship, but she was too shy to buy things she couldn't afford and never thought of finding another way.

"Um...I only have fifteen yuan..."

Yuan Yuzi pulled two crumpled banknotes from her pocket, then took out the fruit knife: "And this fruit knife, it should be worth a dollar or two too..."

The proprietress was heartless, waving her hand impatiently: "Go away! Come back when you have money!"

Yuan Yuzi clung to the counter, pleading pitifully, "Please! I really need this gun! Can you sell it to me for a discount?"

The shopkeeper glanced at her, perhaps finding her cute and feeling a little soft-hearted, and casually asked, "What do you want it for?"

Yuan Yuzi could tell that she was wavering and wanted to lie and play the victim, but she was not good at making things up, so she had to use euphemisms and say some half-truths that were unrelated, letting the other person fill in the blanks: "My father is gone... I recently met a murderer... so I need a gun."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress immediately pictured a lonely, helpless, and insecure little girl in her mind. Coupled with Yuan Yuzi's pitiful look, even the hard-hearted proprietress couldn't help but relent: "Just this once. You're not allowed to tell any other children, or I won't do business with you next time."

It has to be said that Japanese girls have a knack for asking for favors.

"Okay, okay! I'll definitely keep it a secret!" Yuan Yuzi nodded repeatedly.

The proprietress bent down, took a toy gun priced at twenty-five from the counter, and handed it to Yuan Yuzi. The latter was too excited to notice anything unusual when paying, and only realized the weight was wrong when she took the toy gun.

...Why is it so light?
...Why is this holster made of plastic?

Genji pressed the small button on the handle, took out the magazine, and finally realized what it meant when she saw the yellow BBs on it.

Ughhhhhh, my fifteen yuan!!!

“Um, this isn’t what I want to buy…” Yuan Yuzi was unwilling to give up. She felt that the gang might be looking down on her because she was a primary school student, so she had to emphasize her words: “I want a real gun.”

The proprietress chuckled and said, "This kid is really funny."

Yuan Yuzi was indignant but helpless. She tried to reason with her, but after a long and arduous explanation, the proprietress continued eating sunflower seeds and asked, "Have you been playing too many games? I told you games are harmful! Kids these days are always thinking about playing CrossFire, how can they possibly learn anything good..."

After a long, misunderstanding, Gen Tamako gradually came to understand that the situation at the University of Tokyo was different from that in Japan.

Getting a gun from the University of Tokyo is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

How to do?
Minamoto no Tamako was truly at a loss. Was she really going to have to fight Fushimi Shika head-on? She wouldn't have enough lives to fight him!
With a toy gun that couldn't be refunded, a red scarf on her head, and a watermelon rind in her pocket, Yuan Yuzi stood by the roadside, surrounded by the bustling traffic. She felt out of place in this world. The fruit knife had been left at the shop by the landlady.

A strange sense of loneliness welled up inside me.

So this is how Fushimi-kun has always felt. No wonder he's always so rude to those around him, and always seems to think that whatever happens is none of his business.

Minamoto no Tamako thought to herself, if she remembered this incident after she woke up, she would definitely take Fushimi-kun on a trip to Tokyo University... no, a short stay, to ease Fushimi-kun's homesickness.

She sat by the roadside, lost in thought for a while, her mind wandering between different ideas.

Just as she was feeling lost and about to give up and wait for Fushimi Shika to wake up, a sudden inspiration struck her, and an evil plan came to her mind.

...Should we join forces with Fushimi-kun's employer?

She could have warned Fushimi's employer beforehand, or tried to save his life. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my ally. Once Fushimi's true colors are exposed, those unscrupulous employers will certainly not sit idly by. They might even offer her some help, or even help her get a gun!
But wouldn't doing this be a bit...too bad?

Even in her dreams, she didn't want the bad guys to get away with it!
After much deliberation and a fierce internal struggle, Genjiro Yuko ultimately decided that stopping Fushimi Kimi was the priority.

The past cannot be changed, and all obsessions are like bubbles. In this dream, Fushimi Shika is the only real person.

They are not worthy of Fushimi Deer's depravity.

Of course, after capturing Fushimi Shika, Minamoto no Tamako will not let any of the bad guys go unpunished. Even in her dreams, she will make sure the criminals are punished by law!
(End of this chapter)