Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 486 Taking Another Gamble

Zhou Hao felt as if his soul was separated from his body.

His physical prowess was on full display in court, using unresolved issues from the previous trial to attack Xi Yining—a very unpopular tactic. He was risking his career to drag Xi Yining down with him.

Even if we lose this trial, it doesn't matter. The case will definitely be sent back for retrial, and the investigation will change from accident to murder. At that point, it'll be like mud smearing your crotch – even if it's not shit, it'll still look like shit.

He didn't expect to win, but he did.

Xi Yining was sentenced to 21 years in prison, and An Shuyao was ordered to be sent to a correctional center. Zhou Hao suspected that the judge was on his first day of work and did not review the case.

It's obvious that Xi Yining's company's stock price will plummet tomorrow...

After the court hearing ended and both parties stepped down from the stage, Zhou Hao raised his middle finger and adjusted his glasses.

Seeing this, Xi Yining's eyes reddened. She pulled out a folding knife from somewhere and stabbed Zhou Hao, cursing him for being unfilial.

Zhou Hao collapsed with a thud. The knife hadn't gone deep, but his breathing grew weaker and weaker, and he looked like he was about to die.

Xi Yining cursed a few times, and seeing that he didn't seem to be faking death, she gradually came to her senses and dropped the knife to the ground with a clatter.

She lunged at Zhou Hao, shaking him and shouting:
"Zhou Hao! Zhou Hao!! Wake up—wake up now!!"

"Don't scare me, okay? I didn't mean to..."

"Mom was wrong, I was wrong, isn't that enough? Let me go to jail, sentence me to death, anything is fine, just please open your eyes..."

……

Ah, whatever...

I just feel a little sorry for that child...

It seems like she accidentally ruined the rest of her life...

If there is an afterlife, I will definitely make it up to you...

……

Fushimi Shika recalled the night that Minamoto no Tamako pleaded with him.

—Yuan Yuzi squatted in the bushes next to the police academy's training ground, tugging at his trouser leg, and looking up at him.

—His eyes were sincere and earnest, exactly the same as when An Shuyao begged him.

Fushimi Shika knew in her heart that they were not the same person, but they shared the same passionate and innocent heart.

That's why he agreed to Genji's request without thinking, that's why he went along with that troublesome girl, and that's why everything that happened afterward...

This is the end of this dream.

Yuan Yuzi plays An Shuyao, a little girl suffering from leukemia. In order to let her mother rest in peace, she repeatedly begs Lawyer Zhou to seek justice in the last moments of her life.

If Gen Tamako had lost her memory earlier, or had played An Shuyao earlier, perhaps this dream would have ended sooner.

Fushimi Shika has not completely let go of the past, but he knows it's time for him to wake up.

He spent so much time helping Tamako with her homework, provided psychological counseling for Tamako's parents, and resolved Tamako's inner conflicts. He truly worked like a slave, and finally, they reached a happy ending... Genichiro and Kujou Yui finally resolved their conflicts and lived happily ever after.

Once Yuan Yuzi woke up, freed from the prison of his subconscious, his main consciousness returned, and he immediately suppressed Yuanbao and Kawai, regaining control of his body.

The first thing to return was touch. Fushimi Shika felt that his back was wet and his shirt was sticking to his body, as if it was soaked with sweat.
Next came his sense of smell; he smelled the stuffy, sweaty odor, and his mouth tasted a slightly bitter, sour flavor.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Fushimi Shika's eyelids twitched slightly, and his head throbbed with pain. He covered his head and slowly sat up, looking around. He realized that he was back home, lying on that familiar sofa.

It's not my home from the previous life, it's the Sugamo apartment building in this life.

The living room was quiet, filled with the stench of blood. Fushimi Shika's fingertips trembled slightly; he raised his hand and found himself holding a fruit knife.

Looking down, she saw a corpse lying on the ground, none other than Miyazaki Gardenia.

died?

Fushimi Shika paused for a second, then immediately got up and went to the bedroom to check on the situation. She found that Minamoto no Tamako was not home, Hira no Sakurako was not home either, Uesugi no Shion was nowhere to be found, and even Jun was not in the dog cage.

What about people?

Fushimi Shika thought he was still dreaming. He stood up and looked out the window. It was nighttime, and it was pitch black outside. Pedestrians walked by under the streetlights, and criminal indexes floated overhead.

The system is still running, which means this is reality, not a dream.

Fushimi Shika let out a long sigh. He rubbed his temples as the dream memories gradually faded. He didn't remember tutoring Tamako, helping Kujo Yui mediate her marital relationship, or even having his legs broken by Kujo Yui.

But he remembered that Yuan Yuzi helped him escape, that Yuan Yuzi tried to assassinate him time and time again, and that Yuan Yuzi transformed into An Shuyao and begged him to file a lawsuit.

He knew and remembered everything that Genji had done in his subconscious.

Similarly, Minamoto no Tamako should have forgotten about the attic and the assassination, but she should remember the evil tutor and her parents' reconciliation.

They don't remember what they did, but they remember what the other person did.

The feeling was so strange that Fushimi Shika immediately wanted to talk to Minamoto Tamako to find out what he had done in her dream... Then he changed his mind and realized that something was wrong. Minamoto Tamako wasn't around, so how did they hypnotize each other?
How did Miyazaki Yuko die?

Was it done by an angel or a devil?
Should we destroy the evidence, or should we destroy the evidence?

Fushimi Shika thought for three seconds and felt that something was strange about the matter.

He took his phone out of his pocket, intending to check the date and time, but found that the phone was on a call with Yuan Yuzi. He could vaguely hear rustling sounds coming from the receiver, which he guessed meant that Yuan Yuzi had woken up.

If Fushimi Shika is not mistaken, they were giving each other hints via mobile phone.

The problem is that he and Minamoto Tamako lost consciousness in the basement, and there was a girl named Nishino present at the time... How did he wake up in his own home with a corpse next to him and a phone in his hand?

Where did Uesugi Shion and Heiwa Sakurako go?

What happened in the middle?
The phone showed that twelve hours had passed since he fell into a coma, which is a whole day.

Fushimi Shika was wide awake. He bent down to examine the body. The fatal wound was on the neck, smooth and quick, a single, fatal cut, and it seemed to be his own handiwork.

We'll investigate what happened in between later; right now, the most important thing is to deal with the body.

Fushimi Shika acted swiftly, hanging up the phone and returning to his room to retrieve duct tape. He wrapped it around Miyazaki Yuuko's neck several times, then around her mouth and nose to prevent further bleeding. He then retrieved a suitcase, folded the body inside, mopped the floor, wiped away the bloodstains on the walls, cleaned up the small bloodstains on the sofa, and sprayed air freshener around the area, quickly cleaning up the crime scene.

After he finished, he took a shower, dragged his suitcase downstairs, and swaggered onto the tram.

The body is still warm and hasn't started to smell, and the box is well-sealed, so no one else can smell the blood.

Fushimi Shika took the train all the way to the Secret Realm Station, a remote and sparsely populated area in the wilderness. She found a secluded, dense forest and buried her suitcase there.

This is just the end of the first round; there's a second round to come.

Fushimi Shika took the train back to the city, sneaked into Miyazaki Yuko's house, forged Miyazaki Yuko's handwriting, wrote a resignation letter, and lied that he was not feeling well and wanted to go on a trip to relax.

He dropped his resignation letter into the apartment mailbox, and it wouldn't be long before it reached Minoru Arimama's clinic.

After writing the letter, Fushimi Shika went to a nearby convenience store and bought some chemical detergent and drain cleaner. He mixed them at home and sprayed them on the bloodstains to disrupt the luminol reaction.

Finally, Fushimi Shika used evidence forgery techniques to alter the train ticket, thus obtaining an alibi—the altered time matched the train's departure time and the train number; he wouldn't make such a small mistake.

After doing all that, Fushimi Shika ordered a live fish and a live chicken, which were killed on the spot in the kitchen, filling the house with a fishy and foul smell.

He did this just in case, because Gentama's dog has a very keen sense of smell and might be able to detect something, so he needed to cover it up with a similar scent.

It's finally over.

Fushimi Shika breathed a sigh of relief, deciding to deal with Genji Tamako first, and then return to the outskirts to thoroughly dispose of the body once things calmed down.

Simply burying a body in the ground could easily lead to it being dug up by animals. For example, foxes or stray dogs can smell it from three or four meters underground.

Secondly, the body might be washed away by rain, discovered by passersby, or dug up by construction teams... all sorts of accidents could happen, so it's best to completely dissolve the body to prevent any future problems.

Fushimi Shika took out his phone but didn't dial. He mentally prepared his thoughts and adjusted his mindset to avoid giving Minamoto Tamako any clues.

Jingle Bell--

The phone rang suddenly, but it wasn't a cell phone; it was a landline.

Fushimi Shika leaned over for a glance; it was an unfamiliar number. He casually answered the phone, and a familiar voice came through the receiver: "Good evening, Mr. Onikiri."

Fushimi Shika had completely forgotten the nickname he had randomly come up with. After a moment's thought, he remembered that it was the nickname he had given Uesugi Shion when they were gambling with their lives—at that time, Uesugi Shion was called Fox Princess, and he was called Onikiri.

He recognized the voice; it was Uesugi Shion himself. This guy hadn't spoken in a long time.

He suspected at the time that Uesugi Shion was faking his madness, and now it seems he was right. This guy is truly shameless, on par with the Tokugawa family. He's like a Ninja Turtle, even calling someone "Dad."

"What?" Fushimi Shika had a bad feeling, but he didn't back down verbally, and retorted sarcastically, "You're not calling me Dad anymore?"

Uesugi Shion ignored her and said to herself, "Let me touch the back of your neck."

"I won't touch it."

Fushimi Shika said this, but his hand still obediently remained on the back of his neck, rubbing it back and forth for a moment, and discovered a small protrusion, as if there was a hard lump under the skin.

“Whatever,” Uesugi Shion said. “You have a miniature remote-controlled bomb in your neck now, powerful enough to blow your head off.”

She paused, making sure Fushimi Shika hadn't hung up, and continued, "Also, there's a miniature camera hidden inside the indicator light on the living room TV. It was originally installed by someone else, but I've taken it over... The entire process of you disposing of the body was recorded, and that's irrefutable evidence."

Fushimi Shika, caught off guard by his professional instincts, reminded him, "It's no use. This is an illegal recording and cannot be used as evidence in court."

He casually picked up a ballpoint pen from the table, tucked the receiver under his shoulder, walked to the living room TV, bent down, broke the indicator light glass, and inserted the pen refill into it.

“You know perfectly well whether it’s useful or not,” Uesugi Shion said. “The recording has already been backed up, so there’s no point in you destroying the surveillance cameras now.”

Fushimi Shika's brain processed for a moment before he finally understood.

Uesugi Shion had been feigning madness, lurking in his house, waiting for the right opportunity. He was usually very vigilant, didn't sleep deeply, and always prepared his own food and drinks or bought bento boxes, never letting Uesugi Shion touch them... until he was hypnotized by Miyazaki Yuuko and fell into a coma along with Minamoto Tamako.

Uesugi Shion seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, disposed of Miyazaki Yuuko, arranged the scene, turned on her phone, and had her talk to Minamoto Tamako, keeping her in a hypnotic state until she woke up.

But how did Uesugi Shion know that they were hypnotized in the basement?
Fushimi Shika, holding the receiver, stalled for time, spouting nonsense like "what do you want?" while checking his cell phone, disassembling it into parts. Finding no listening device or tracker, he then checked the landline's call logs and discovered the clue.

Eleven hours ago, the landline at home dialed Gentama's flip phone. It was probably Hira Sakura who called Gentama and accidentally learned about hypnosis.

Ugh, this is troublesome.

Uesugi Shion's tone couldn't hide her excitement; although she tried to keep her voice calm, the last syllable still trembled slightly.
"I want to gamble with you again."

Fushimi Shika walked into the kitchen, took out a fruit knife, and went to the bathroom with the phone in hand. He casually asked, "Gambling again? Didn't you already lose?"

"It's precisely because I lost that I'm determined to win back!"

After saying that, Uesugi Shion warned, "You'd better not try to force the bomb out, or I'll immediately press the detonator..."

“Then go ahead and press it,” Fushimi Shika interrupted.

He placed the receiver on the sink, turned slightly to the side, and used a fruit knife to cut open the skin and dig out the 'iron ball' inside—the thing hadn't exploded; it was still ticking, and the indicator light was flashing red.

Fushimi Shika picked up the stethoscope, went back to her room to find the first-aid kit, and bandaged the wound with gauze.

"Are you so sure I won't press the detonator?" Uesugi Shion asked, her voice laced with suppressed anger.

"correct."

Fushimi Shika knew perfectly well that Uesugi Shion had been feigning madness and acting like a coward for so long, enduring humiliation in order to win one more round, regain his honor, and finally get his revenge.

If he were to die now, Uesugi Shion would be even more heartbroken than him. It's like Nasus taking a beating all game, stacking two thousand Qs, and just as he's about to make his comeback, the opponent suddenly surrenders.

He had now regained a slight advantage and countered, "So, what are you planning to bet on?"

"If you win, I'll destroy the videotape and release Hirako; if I win, you'll all die." Uesugi Shion's voice was chilling, carrying a hint of bloodlust.

Fushimi Shika didn't say it was unfair; he knew it would be pointless, so he simply pressed on, "How do we bet?"

"I've planted TNT bombs in crowded areas throughout Tokyo. Whether you search for them yourself or use official means, whoever finds all the bombs wins..."

Uesugi Shion took a deep breath and forced out a soft laugh through her teeth:

"If you lose, don't be too sad. At least a few hundred people will die with you."

(End of this chapter)