Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 483 Who am I?
A few days later.

On a rainy night, on an overpass, a Maybach sped along.

Wearing a raincoat and holding a GPS locator, Yuan Yuzi squatted by the rightmost guardrail of the highway and saw the high beams from a distance.

She flung the spike strip across the middle of the highway; lightning flashed across the sky, and the spikes reflected a cold light.

The Maybach braked suddenly, white smoke billowing from the rain, followed by a screeching sound as the car swayed forward due to inertia. The tires rolled over the spike strip, making several loud bangs, followed by a series of hissing sounds.

Yuan Yuzi retracted the spike strip and looked back. She saw the Maybach skid, drift forward for more than ten meters, and finally come to a safe stop on the highway.

Other cars streamed past. Taking advantage of a gap, Yuan Yuzi reached into her waistband, gripped the gun handle, and jogged over. Maintaining a safe distance from the Maybach, she adjusted her angle step by step and looked out the window, only to find the driver's seat empty.

Yuan Yuzi quickly created distance and fired short bursts at the trunk, running out of bullets.

Gunshots echoed in the night sky, and vehicles around her slowed down. Someone was filming her through a car window.

Minamoto no Tamako didn't care; she was focused on hunting Fushimi Shika.

Since it wasn't in the trunk, it must have slipped under the car from a blind spot when she got close...

As Minamoto Yuko changed the magazine, she slowly bent down and lay prone on the ground. Unexpectedly, the trunk lid suddenly popped open, and Fushimi Shika, covered in blood, jumped out, tackled her to the ground, and snatched the pistol from her.

This guy stayed hidden in the trunk without making a sound, and stubbornly endured several shots.

Without her gun, Gentamako is like a hedgehog without its feathers.

The operation failed, and as usual, she stayed where she was, awaiting punishment, adding the words, "I will definitely come back."
The police then took over the scene and began taking statements. Minamoto Tamako was a repeat offender, having been incarcerated three times. Even if Fushimi Shika herself signed a letter of forgiveness, it wouldn't help; the issues of illegal gun manufacturing and possession were extremely serious. The court ordered her parents to send Minamoto Tamako to a juvenile correctional center.

Not long after, during a school holiday, Minamoto no Tamako fiddled with a handgun and waited for an opportunity to ambush Fushimi Shika... She was getting desperate and couldn't even wait for the court's verdict. Every time she was released on bail, she would go and arrest people.

In just two weeks, Fushimi Shika survived eleven assassination attempts, each one more unexpected than he anticipated.

For example, Minamoto no Tamako hangs outside a high-rise office building, disguised as a cleaner wiping windows, and breaks in through a window as soon as Fushimi Shika enters the office;

For example, Minamoto no Tamako sneaks into a coffee shop to work, pretending to be a clerk making coffee. When Fushimi Shika buys coffee, she secretly pours sleeping pills into it.

For example, Minamoto no Tamako sneaked into his apartment, removed the pillow inserts from the sofa cushions, and then hid inside. When Fushimi Shika came home and sat on the sofa, she fired two shots...

Fushimi Shika is also a lunatic. Despite being tormented half to death each time he survived so many assassination attempts, he always acted as if nothing had happened and simply let the people go.

Finally, during the twelfth 'assassination', Minamoto no Tamako learned to make her own trap. She installed a trigger-activated injection needle on the doorknob containing a muscle relaxant—sleeping pills couldn't be used. If Fushimi Shika passed out, the entire dream would skip his sleep time.

When Fushimi Shika opened the door, he was pricked in the finger. Although he immediately cut off his finger, the medicine still paralyzed his right hand through his bloodstream.

Minamoto no Tamako lay in wait in the stairwell opposite the apartment building. She had now mastered the art of hand-crafting a rifle and even equipped herself with a homemade binoculars, which could be used as a sniper rifle. Across the U-shaped corridor, she fired two shots from above, severing Fushimi Shika's legs.

After such a long period of intense combat, her marksmanship became even more refined, and Fushimi Shika was unable to dodge in time.

Even though Fushimi Shika only had one hand left to move, Minamoto no Tamako remained vigilant. Wearing a thermal imaging device, she locked onto Fushimi Shika's location. After approaching, she maintained her distance and waited until Fushimi Shika had bled out enough before firing another shot, severing Fushimi Shika's last remaining left hand.

Now Fushimi Shika was at her mercy, like a fish on a chopping board.

Genjiro Yuko let out a long sigh of relief. Holding her rifle, she walked up to Fushimi Shika and gave him another dose of muscle relaxant.

"Now that I've got you, how are you feeling?" She dragged Fushimi Shika into the apartment, pulled out the first-aid kit, and used it to stop Fushimi Shika's bleeding.

Fushimi Shika did not answer, nor did Minamoto no Tamako need him to.

She could tell from the mood indicator above Fushimi Shika's head that the color changed from black to red, then from red to yellow, and finally got stuck halfway and stopped moving.

I've resolved half of my inner conflict, and gained a lot!

Yuan Yuzi was very happy, not only because she had achieved her goal, but also because she somewhat enjoyed the process of the chase.

This feeling is like hunting, outwitting and outmaneuvering a superior prey, and finally physically conquering it to prove your bravery and wisdom.

The more arduous and tiring the pursuit, the greater the sense of accomplishment when the prey is finally caught.

That felt amazing!

Fushimi Shika also noticed this. He remained silent for a long time before asking in return, "How are you feeling?"

"It's great!" Gen Tamako tied a bow on her bandage. "I learned a lot! It's a pity I'll forget everything after I wake up, sigh..."

“I still can’t remember where I’ve seen you before,” Fushimi Shika said.

"unimportant."

Genji removed the blood transfusion tourniquet, pierced her skin with a needle, and used her own blood to transfuse Fushimi Shika to prevent Fushimi Shika from losing too much blood and going into shock and fainting.

"Is it worth it?" Fushimi Shika looked up at the ceiling, truly at his wit's end. "To catch me, you've now become a criminal too... Isn't this just a case of the dragon slayer becoming the dragon himself?"

Yuan Yuzi couldn't say she was dreaming, so she wasn't committing a crime. She thought about it carefully and said, "The world has one more little criminal like me and one less big criminal like you, so overall it's a little better... I can reform myself! So to be precise, there are two fewer criminals!"

"Does it make sense?" Fushimi Shika asked again.

"What do you think?" Gen Tamako lay down beside him.

The two lay side by side in the blood-stained apartment. Genji's heart pumped blood, and fresh blood flowed into Fushimi Shika's body through a blood transfusion tube.

His pale face gradually regained its color, and his withered eyes became brighter.

“That doesn’t count,” Fushimi Shika said. “You’re not a police officer, so there’s no law against me.”

“Then I can start over, study hard, get into police academy, become a policeman, and then come back to gather evidence and bring you to justice,” Yuan Yuzi said. “But that would take more than ten years, and we’re afraid it will be too late.”

“There’s still time,” Fushimi Shika said.

"It's too late, you're about to wake up!" Yuan Yuzi glanced at his mood score above his head again.

Fushimi Shika didn't understand. He didn't know what "you're about to wake up" meant. He only knew that things shouldn't end so hastily.

He suddenly rolled over and landed on top of Yuan Yuzi. The latter was startled, wondering what he was going to do.
The next second, Fushimi Shika used his tongue to pick out a blade from his mouth, and with the blade in his mouth, he slashed Minamoto no Tamako's neck, spraying blood all over his face.

Minamoto no Tamako was stunned; she really hadn't expected Fushimi Shika to have such a trick up his sleeve.

'Next time... I'll have to watch his mouth...'

Before her consciousness sank into darkness, a feeling of regret surfaced in her mind. Time seemed to stretch out; Yuan Yuzi didn't know how much time had passed—it felt like a century, yet also like a second.

When she opened her eyes and woke up, she was faced with an unfamiliar ceiling.

Yuan Yuzi slowly got out of bed, covering her head, her mind blank.

She doesn't remember anything.

She didn't remember who she was or what her name was; she only vaguely remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something very important.

what happened?

Yuan Yuzi slapped her head hard, a sudden, inexplicable panic rising in her heart.

She searched around the room and found her schoolbag, notebooks, smartphone... After carefully looking through them, she discovered that her name was 'An Shuyao'.

How strange, why does this name feel so unfamiliar?

Yuan Yuzi couldn't understand it. She sat in her room for a long time, racking her brains to recall, until a woman's voice came from outside the door: "Shuyao, it's time to get up!"

She had no recollection of the woman's voice. Logically, she should have continued researching who she was, but she felt inexplicably curious and wanted to know who had spoken.

Hmm, it seems I used to be a very curious child...

Yuan Yuzi pushed open the door and saw the woman making breakfast. The woman had some wrinkles on her face and some gray hair at her temples. Seeing the woman busy in the kitchen, she felt inexplicably guilty, feeling that she had done many bad things to her in the past.

Was I a rebellious child before?
"Um... excuse me, who are you?" Minamoto no Tamako couldn't help but ask.

"You don't even recognize your own mother?" the other person replied.

Yuan Yuzi was stunned for a moment. When the woman saw that she was not reacting properly, she put down the spatula and said half-jokingly that her name was Chen Huixin... Yuan Yuzi still had no recollection of her. She did not say a word and looked at her mother as if she were a stranger.

Chen Huixin sensed something was wrong. She gently patted Yuan Yuzi's face and said, "Don't scare me, don't play pranks like that... Could it be that you have a fever?"

She placed her hand on Genji's forehead; his temperature was normal. "Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Genjitama honestly replied, "I don't think I remember anything."

Chen Huixin was taken aback: "What do you mean? You've forgotten everything the teacher taught yesterday?"

Yuan Yuzi described her state of mind, including how she vaguely dreamt that she was killed by a man when she woke up in the morning, and how she felt quite regretful for not noticing that the man had a razor blade hidden in his mouth.

After hearing this, Chen Huixin felt increasingly uneasy, sensing that her daughter wasn't faking it.

In her eyes, her daughter was usually very well-behaved and easy to manage. She would never play pranks or fake illness to skip school... But now, she looked like she really was sick.

"Let's eat first, we'll talk after we finish eating," Chen Huixin said, trying to remain calm.

Yuan Yuzi obediently sat down at the table to eat. Chen Huixin observed her for a while and felt that her daughter's condition was indeed not right.

After the two finished breakfast, Chen Huixin asked for a day off for her daughter and took her to the hospital to register.

Yuan Yuzi underwent various tests, which took up the entire day. In the end, the test results showed that Yuan Yuzi had no physical problems, but it was probably a mental issue. It was recommended that Chen Huixin see a psychiatrist.

Chen Huixin thought her daughter had suffered some injustice at school, which was why she suddenly lost her memory.

She forced a smile in front of Yuan Yuzi, and as soon as she got home, she immediately called the school to inquire about her daughter's situation there.

The homeroom teacher claimed that An Shuyao had always performed well, maintaining an above-average academic level, and had no bad behavior or early romantic relationships.

Even after hearing this, Chen Huixin was still worried. She asked a friend to help take care of her daughter and went to the school herself to ask her daughter's friend about it.

After asking around, she discovered that An Shuyao's school life was the same as before. She had two good friends in her class, was usually attentive in class, would secretly play on her phone after class, liked watching American TV series, and was currently watching Stranger Things...

She hadn't suffered any setbacks, and no one had bullied her.

Chen Huixin was completely baffled. The next day, she took her daughter to see a psychiatrist and managed to get an appointment with a specialist in the province, thanks to a friend's connections.

The doctor examined the patient for a long time and said it was a special case that could be used as a case study—meaning that the cause of the illness was unclear and there was no cure.

"Since there are no problems in your daily life, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just continue as usual," the doctor advised.

After leaving the hospital, Chen Huixin held Yuan Yuzi's little hand and walked on the sidewalk. The evening sunset cast their shadows long and thin.

"Mom, have I caused you trouble?" Yuan Yuzi still retained the habit of Japanese thinking, and felt increasingly guilty and uneasy, feeling that causing trouble for others was a bad thing.

“I’m your mother, there’s no trouble or trouble involved.”

Chen Huixin smiled, not wanting her daughter to suffer because of life's setbacks: "It's good to have amnesia, so you can forget all the unhappy things."

"What unpleasant things happened before?" Minamoto Tamako asked curiously again.

"It's nothing. My divorce from your father was quite unpleasant," Chen Huixin said, patting her head. "But you've forgotten all about it now, doesn't that mean I can find you a new father?"

“I don’t know…” Yuan Yuzi was a little confused.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huixin felt her heart clench. Her eyes reddened slightly, but she forced a smile, stopped, and knelt down in front of her daughter.

She looked directly into Minamoto's eyes, took Minamoto's hand, and said earnestly, "It's okay. No matter what, whether you remember or not, I'm still your mother."

Yuan Yuzi felt a warmth in her heart; she could tell that her mother was pretending to be strong.

For so many years, her mother has been taking care of the family all by herself. Yuan Yuzi felt a pang of sympathy and couldn't help but hug her.

The mother and daughter hugged, and Chen Huixin patted her back: "Okay, okay, cheer up, I'll make you braised pork tonight."

"Thank you, Mom." Yuan Yuzi let go of her hand, a little embarrassed.

“We don’t need to say thank you to family.” Chen Huixin stood up, finally showing a genuine smile: “Would you like some fruit? I’ll go buy you an orange…”

Before the words were finished, a loud crash came from the road. The two turned to look and saw a car had sped onto the sidewalk. Without thinking, Chen Huixin pushed her daughter away with all her might—

The next second, Minamoto no Tamako's body was suspended in mid-air as she watched herself being run over by the wheels.

(End of this chapter)