Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 494 Fulfilling the Promise
Fushimi Shika waited for a long time, but seeing that Minamoto Tamako had no intention of going home, he simply ate a hearty breakfast by himself—which was originally supposed to be dinner, but was turned into breakfast in the morning.

To be honest, Shika Fushimi has gotten used to it. For a while, he and Minamoto no Tamako had different schedules. Although they lived in the same room, they basically never slept in the same bed.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, taken a shower, and was about to go to bed, Kujo Yui called.

Fushimi Shika was not surprised; he had already prepared himself mentally when he relayed the message to Satake Gen.

When the call connected, Kujou got straight to the point, asking if he wanted to transfer the call and what the handwriting analysis would entail.

Fushimi Shika pretended to be clueless, indicating that he didn't know what Commander Kujo was talking about.

Kujou had no intention of playing games with him. She said in a low voice, "I know you provided the clue. Now is not the time to shirk responsibility, and I will not pursue the matter afterward..."

"Why would Commander Kujo believe that I provided the clue?" Fushimi Shika asked rhetorically.

"I have my own channels." Kujo Yui is equally shameless when she lies.

"Are you referring to the camera installed behind my TV?" Fushimi Shika finally broke the ice.

If it were anyone else, Kujo Yui would have already brought people to silence them by now.

But Fushimi Shika was a special case, and she couldn't deal with it directly, so she decided to brush it off for now: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then let's hang it up." Fushimi Shika wasn't in a hurry anyway.

“I have a videotape of you killing someone and hiding the body,” Kujo Yui said. “I know you don’t care about others, but what will Tamako think when she sees it?”

She was going all out; since she had already taken advantage of her daughter, she might as well take advantage of her to the end.

“I can explain.” Fushimi Shika’s attitude remained firm.

Kujou Yui softened her tone, for as a politician, the most important thing is to be flexible: "Why bother? Since you're willing to provide clues, why not just hand over the evidence to me? Is the Metropolitan Police Department less trustworthy than the Inagawa Association?"

She paused, then said sincerely, "We can definitely cooperate, after all, we'll be family from now on."

"Yeah."

Fushimi Shikamaru lay on the bed and said, "I remember before I joined the Narcotics Investigation Division, Commander Kujo seemed to have made some promises..."

He picked his earwax with his little finger, rolled his eyes, and recalled, "Ah, it was something like 'if you achieve results in this operation'... what was it again? I think it was about taking me to meet someone..."

Kujo Yui knew perfectly well that Fushimi Shika was subtly hinting at something to her, and that the girl definitely remembered it perfectly.

Previously, the Metropolitan Police Department established a narcotics task force in response to a case of drug addicts committing assault without restraint, and launched a drug crackdown operation in Tokyo. This was also facilitated by Yui Kujo. Now, a considerable amount of drugs has been seized, which can be considered a political achievement.

At the time, Kujo Yui, in order to recruit Fushimi Shika and to stop Fushimi Shika's premarital misconduct with her daughter, painted a very grand and round picture:
"—If you achieve outstanding results in this operation, I will take you to see the head of the family and consider letting you marry into the Kujo family."

These are Kujo Yui's original words.

Now that the anti-drug operation is over, those who deserve promotion have been promoted, and those who deserve credit have received it. The incidents of drug addicts assaulting people without restraint have stopped, and Tokyo is now peaceful. It can be said that everyone is happy.

“You haven’t achieved anything significant, so how can I take you to see the head of the family?” Kujo Yui said.

“I killed the real culprit,” Shika Fushimi admitted. “Let me state this beforehand: I was not of my own free will at the time, I did not have full capacity for action, and the other party attempted to assault the police. It was entirely legal and compliant for me to retaliate and kill him.”

"You mean that psychiatrist?" Kujou asked. "Then how do you explain hiding the body afterwards?"

She was aware of the true story behind the drug addict's unruly assault case. At least she knew her subordinates were shirking responsibility, and she could tell that the records and testimonies were terrible; otherwise, she wouldn't be the deputy director.

However, Kujo Yui doesn't know who the real culprit is or how the unruly assault occurred... but she doesn't care about the truth anyway.

"Who said I hid a body? I was preserving physical evidence!" Fushimi Shika's professional habit kicked in again.

He paused, then added, "Besides, where did Watanabe Shun get the drugs he seized? I don't mean to belittle Watanabe-senpai, but you don't really think he could seize such a large quantity of drugs on his own, do you?"

Whether it's outward achievements or inward problem-solving, Fushimi Shika feels he has made sufficient contributions in both aspects.

Kujou Yui understood what Fushimi Shika meant; now that she needed his help, she quickly adjusted her communication style: "If what you said is true, I will certainly keep my promise."

“Yes, I’m listening.” Fushimi Shika nodded.

“But Minamoto no Tamako is very sad because of A-Jun’s matter. Now may not be a good time to see the head of the family. After this matter is resolved, I will give you special recognition for your contributions. Wouldn’t it be more confident to take you to see the head of the family then?” Kujo Yui started making empty promises again.

Fushimi Shika wasn't buying it. He slid down, changing from a relaxed, reclining position to a flat one: "Never mind then, I won't go."

"What?" Kujou Yui asked, "Don't you want to resolve this matter as soon as possible?"

“You are the person in charge, while I am just a junior detective who is about to be suspended from duty. It’s not my place to worry about terrorist attacks.”

Fushimi Shika continued to subtly hint at her:
"Similarly, it's Yuan Yuzi's business that I'm in a relationship, not yours and that so-called family head's relationship with me, so it's none of your business to worry about these things."

“I agree to see the head of the family, just to show you the respect you deserve. But it seems that Commander Kujo doesn’t need this respect, or rather, he doesn’t care about my thoughts. Well, I have nothing more to say. If you don’t want to go, then don’t go.”

Upon hearing this, Kujo was speechless for a moment.

She was definitely in the wrong. She only wanted to get the benefits but couldn't bear to part with her daughter. Where in the world is there such a good deal? Fushimi Shika wasn't stupid either; without bait, she wouldn't take the bait.

Kujou took a deep breath and finally gave in: "Alright, I'll send Tamako back now. You can comfort her and cheer her up, then take her back to Hokkaido... I'll talk to the head of the family, and he'll see you in person."

This is the third time she has used her daughter, but strictly speaking, it can't be considered exploitation, since it was originally a matter of mutual consent.

If Minamoto no Tamako doesn't want to take Fushimi Shika to see the head of the family, then Kujo Yui's words are useless.

“Okay,” Fushimi Shika rolled over, “What time will she be back?”

“Once you hand over the transfer phone, I’ll have her come back right away. She won’t have anything else to do after that.” Kujo Yui didn’t want her daughter to go to the bomb disposal site again.

“Oh, you’re too late. I’ve already given the transfer phone to the Inagawa-kai,” Fushimi Shika reminded him. “Besides, without my handwriting analysis and my statement, a transfer phone alone cannot be used as evidence in court.”

“Counterterrorism doesn’t require evidence,” Kujo Yui said. “Of course, if you’re willing to cooperate, that would be even better.”

"Then you should ask the Inagawa Association for it. When Minamoto no Tamako comes back, I'll talk to the Inagawa Association and have them hand over the phone to you."

Fushimi Shika didn't sell the transfer phone to Satake Gen; he simply asked Satake Gen to deliver the phone to the 'buyer' and, incidentally, to help him find Uesugi Shion—this was for a fee, though Satake Gen gave him a friendly discount out of consideration for the information.

He could simply make up the discount. As for the Inagawa-kai's whitewashing plan, Fushimi Shika didn't care.

The history of the yakuza organization's rise to power is extremely bloody and cruel. Now, they want to go ashore and launder their past sins, but it's not that easy. If Gen Satake can launder his money, that's his skill. Shika Fushimi doesn't intend to help him in that regard.

Kujo agreed, not wanting to waste a second, and immediately hung up the phone and called her daughter into her office.

Despite not sleeping all night, Yuan Yuzi was still full of energy, mainly because she had slept for more than ten hours the day before yesterday and could stay up longer than anyone else. She also wanted to continue investigating the terrorists.

As soon as she entered the office, she smelled a strong odor of secondhand smoke, and the air turned grayish-white. If her mother continued to smoke like this, she might get lung cancer in two years.

"Mom, please stop smoking. It's bad for your health," Yuan Yuzi said.

"Use your position." Kujo Yui sat down in her office chair and casually stubbed out her cigarette.

"Yes, Director." Yuan Yuzi stood at attention.

Kujo crossed her fingers, mentally prepared her words, and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save Ah-Jun."

Yuan Yuzi's expression darkened slightly, and she clenched her small fists: "It's okay, everyone has done their best. Ah Jun, if he's watching from heaven, he won't blame anyone."

Her voice trembled slightly: "If anyone's to blame, it's me. I promised him I would get him out, and I kept making him endure it..."

Kujou Yui wasn't really affected by Jun's death. In her eyes, it was just a dog. Losing a pet was like losing a favorite toy; there was no real difference... After all, in the era she was born, most people didn't have the habit of keeping pets.

But seeing her daughter so upset made her feel bad too.

“Alright,” Kujo Yui said, “I’ll take care of things here. You should go back and rest for a bit. Come back to work when this case is over.”

"But……"

“No buts.” Kujo Yui’s tone suddenly became firm: “You are involved in the case, the dog is yours, you should cooperate with the investigation, and in principle you should recuse yourself from the case.”

Yuan Yuzi couldn't refute it, so she lowered her head and remained silent. She was unwilling to agree to leave, so she stood there stubbornly, without moving.

Knowing her daughter's temper, Kujo Yui softened her tone and continued, "You have to believe me, believe your colleagues in the Metropolitan Police Department, we won't let that guy get away with it."

Genji Tamako then nodded: "Actually, I have someone I suspect, it might be Uesugi..."

“Alright,” Kujo Yui interrupted, “Save these words for when we’re taking statements. You know the rules. No need for subjective speculation, just state the facts. The Metropolitan Police Department isn’t all incompetent. What you can think of, we can think of too.”

Yuan Yuzi let out a 'hmph' and left the office dejectedly.

Following Kujo Yui's instructions, the administrative officer summoned Minamoto Tamako to take her statement.

Genjima Yuko spoke frankly and without reservation, completely forgetting the warning against "subjective speculation," and revealed everything on her mind, including but not limited to "Uesugi Shion orchestrated the Cat Island incident," "she has a history of terrorist acts," "the psychiatric diagnosis is suspected of being fabricated," "she was temporarily taken in to help her boyfriend detoxify," "she still harbors the desire to investigate the Cat Island incident," and "her boyfriend is suspected of knowing about it"...

After saying a whole lot, Yuan Yuzi's mouth was dry. Looking closely, she noticed that the clerk didn't seem to have written anything down. She couldn't help but ask, "Did you write down everything I said?"

The officer didn't write a single word, but nodded and said, "I've written it all down, not a single word was missed."

Yuan Yuzi was relieved and left the interrogation room.

Under the pretext of pouring tea, she sneaked into the investigation department, hoping to observe the police officers from the Public Security Division analyzing the case. However, she was discovered by Chief Kinoshita and could only slink away, completely giving up.

As Minamoto no Tamako stepped out of the Metropolitan Police Department, the sunlight shone on her face and stung her eyes. Only then did she realize that she hadn't seen Fushimi-kun or received his call.

Her phone was out of battery. After all, she had been on the phone for so long and hadn't charged it for over ten hours, so it had been switched off long ago.

Minamoto no Tamako assumed that Fushimi-kun would come to the Metropolitan Police Department himself to provide clues, so they could meet directly and work together on the case. Therefore, she didn't think much about charging.

Furthermore, if Fushimi-kun had any urgent matter, he could simply page Watanabe-senpai or call the police station's landline and have his colleagues relay the message.

What has Fushimi-kun been doing all night without contacting me?

Are you still cleaning up dog poop at home?
Yuan Yuzi sensed something was wrong. She suspected that Fushimi-kun was hiding something, or even that he knew something but didn't tell her. She quickly took out her piggy bank, pried out a black rectangular battery, and replaced it with one for her pink flip phone.

These days, mobile phone batteries are all external; they can be removed and charged separately, and you can even keep a few spare batteries on hand.

Yuan Yuzi pressed and held the power button, and after half a minute, the screen lit up, followed by a bunch of text messages and call notifications.

She scrolled down line by line, carefully flipping through the pages as she went:

Deer: "Have you eaten?"

Deer: "What time will you be back?"

Deer: "I've prepared dinner."

Deer: "The food is cold."

Lu: "Why aren't you answering the phone?"

Deer: "It's alright, Watanabe Shun told me."

Deer: "Let's talk tomorrow."

Deer: "I'm going to sleep now."

— (You have 6 missed calls)
Genji felt a strange, dark pleasure. Seeing how much Fushimi cared about her, she felt a little smug because she hadn't received a reply after sending eight messages in a row.

Back when she first got a cell phone, she would text Fushimi-kun at work, and he would ignore her. Now, the tables have turned, and it's finally her turn to shine!

...No, that's not the point.

Gen Tamako shook her head, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and quickly pressed the call-back button, intending to ask Fushimi-kun for clarification.

What exactly is going on?

Now that Ah Jun is dead, will Yingzi also meet with misfortune?

(End of this chapter)