Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 508 Leniency for confession
Tonight's dinner is seafood. The fish were just caught, and it took less than two hours from when they came ashore to when they were served. They were incredibly fresh, and the octopus sashimi was still moving!

Unfortunately, Fushimi Shika doesn't like raw fish, believing it contains parasites, and forbids Minamoto Tamako from eating it. He uses the ingredients to make grilled fish and garlic vermicelli oysters, which Minamoto Tamako still enjoys immensely.

As for Hira Sakurako, getting an upset stomach from eating random things is a common childhood experience, so Fushimi Shika reminded her and then stopped paying attention to her.

That's how kids are; the more you forbid them from doing something, the more they want to try it. For example, you can't lick icicles in winter, you can't put light bulbs in your mouth, you can't eat things that have fallen on the ground... Some things are better experienced than being told repeatedly. You can't teach someone to do something, but you can learn it after just one demonstration.

As expected, Hira Sakurako didn't listen to her older brother's advice. She felt that since she was at the beach, she had to try the seafood. She ate several pieces of sashimi with wasabi, and that night she got diarrhea and went to the toilet several times.

Unlike hotels, guesthouses don't have rooms with double or twin beds. They are usually run by local residents who set aside one or two rooms to accommodate guests. Most guests sleep on tatami mats on the floor, and Fushimi Shika and others are no exception.

After a satisfying meal, the proprietress took out three sets of bedding from the cupboard and helped lay them out on the tatami mats. She kindly reminded the guests, "If you go to the beach, remember to take another shower when you come back, otherwise salt will accumulate on your body and it will be very uncomfortable to sleep on."

This reminded Minamoto no Tamako that she wanted to go to the beach.

In Tokyo, nobody goes to bed at 8 p.m.; the nightlife is just beginning. Now that she's back in her seaside town, everyone works from sunrise to sunset, and this regular schedule is making her a little uncomfortable.

It's only eight o'clock. Go out and play for two hours and come back. It's not too late to go to sleep at ten o'clock!
But Fushimi Shika refused to go, feeling that there was nothing fun at the beach and wanting to go to sleep early.

With Ping Yingzi as a third wheel, the trip to the beach is unlikely to be very romantic, and nothing is likely to happen tonight. It's better to go to bed early and get plenty of rest so that when we meet Yuan Yuzi's grandfather, he won't look like he has kidney deficiency with dark circles under his eyes.

"If you don't want to go, that's fine. I'll go with Sakurako." Gen Tamako didn't insist and excitedly led Hira Sakurako away.

Fushimi Shika had just taken a bath and hadn't even lain down when the two men returned.

He asked her about it and found out that Ping Yingzi's stomach was getting worse after being exposed to the sea breeze, so she came back to continue using the toilet.

Gentama's trip to the beach had to be postponed. She took a shower and came out wearing a yukata with her hair still wet. Her ahoge (cowlick) had finally been defeated.

She wiped the water stains with a towel, then sat by the window and dried her hair with a hairdryer, chatting idly with Fushimi Shika:

"By the way, when you meet my grandfather, what are you planning to talk to him about?"

"Let him talk about whatever he wants."

Fushimi Shika was already in bed, adjusting his sleeping position. The scabs on his back were almost healed, but they were incredibly itchy. Lying on his back made it even itchier, and lying on his side pressed down on his arm, so he could only wriggle around on the bed like a maggot.

"What if you don't understand what my grandfather is talking about?" Yuan Yuzi blew from the back to the front, her bangs falling back to reveal her round little face.

“If you don’t understand, you can still listen, right? Just listen to him.” Fushimi Shika said dismissively.

“But my grandfather is hard to get along with, I’m a little worried that you won’t get along with him…” Yuan Yuzi glanced at him, who was still wriggling on the bed: “Hey, back then you couldn’t even make friends, but now you have to deal with my grandfather… Isn’t that too much for you?”

Fushimi Shika tilted his head back and arched his back like a cat: "What do you mean by that sympathetic tone? I'm very good at socializing, okay?"

“Oh dear, let’s not talk about that,” Gen Tamako said with a 'you’ve hit a nerve' look. “Let’s talk about the dream we had before!”

Fushimi Shika felt a sense of displeasure at being underestimated.

Perhaps he was so intoxicated by the recent romance that he didn't notice that Minamoto no Tamako seemed to be getting more and more arrogant.

He could tolerate being told to call her "captain," but now they were mocking his social skills. Of course, he wasn't petty and wouldn't hold a grudge against his girlfriend over such a trivial matter; he just felt his family's power base was crumbling.

"What's there to talk about? Didn't you already say that before?" Fushimi Shika rolled over, turning his back to Minamoto Tamako, and lay face down on the bed.

"I did say that, but you didn't!"

Yuan Yuzi became a little unhappy when this topic came up. She turned off the hairdryer, pulled out a small notebook from her suitcase, and flipped through the pages quickly: "I remember it all! Back then, you interrupted again, saying that the unresolved issues in your dream were because I suspected you or something..."

"That's how it is," Fushimi Shika insisted.

"Then where did I get all that knowledge from Cat Island?" Gen Tamako asked in return.

"I don't know," Fushimi Shika pretended to be confused again, lying on the bed like a dead pig: "Maybe you've suddenly become enlightened and remembered your past life memories. Maybe you're a natural genius."

"How could that be!" Yuan Yuzi reached out and pulled at his blanket.

“Why not? I remember my past life,” Fushimi Shika said confidently.

Yuan Yuzi treated it as if he had just farted, and shook him around, urging him to quickly explain what he had dreamed about and what knot in his heart he hadn't untied yet.

Fushimi Shika naturally refused to say anything. He rolled around in the blanket, wrapping himself up like a silkworm cocoon. When he looked up, he saw that Minamoto no Tamako's hair was all puffed up.

It's probably because the hairdryer was of poor quality and the temperature was too high, turning her into a golden lion king, with all her bangs turning into a cowlick.

Fushimi Shika asked Minamoto no Tamako to look in the mirror, but Minamoto no Tamako refused, thinking that this was just another of Fushimi-kun's little tricks to change the subject.

She was determined to figure out what was wrong with Fushimi-kun tonight, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep soundly.

They are about to meet the head of the family. Fushimi intends to express his intention to "get serious about dating", but in reality, he has a hidden problem. How could his girlfriend not mind?
Moreover, Genji was naturally very curious. She had wanted to ask about it before, but Fushimi Shika kept pretending to be sick, saying that she had been seriously injured in the explosion and had not yet recovered, which made it difficult for her to bring it up. She was very happy when she set off and did not want to spoil the mood, so she did not mention it.

Now that we have some free time, it's time to get Fushimi-kun to confess!
"What's there to confess? I've already told you everything I need to say," Fushimi Shika said innocently.

“You’re lying!” Gen Tamako didn’t believe her at all.

"How did you lie? What evidence do you have?" Fushimi Shika had been a little concerned before. He always felt that Minamoto no Tamako had a way of knowing whether he was lying or not, because every time he lied, Minamoto no Tamako would say 'you are lying' or 'you are lying'.

Gen Tamako narrowed her eyes and said, "I figured it out using super cold reading."

...Ah, so it's a probability problem.

Fushimi Shika suddenly realized that he would lie almost every time Minamoto no Tamako pressed him for answers, so Minamoto no Tamako was likely to be able to guess correctly every time.

"Anyway, I'm upright and have nothing to fear." Fushimi Shika, with an attitude of "a dead pig doesn't fear boiling water," closed his eyes, ready to pretend to be asleep.

Genji patted his forehead with her small hands, but he didn't react at all and even deliberately started snoring. Genji became even more suspicious. The more Fushimi-kun didn't say anything, the more she cared.

"Don't force me." Yuan Yuzi pouted, looking like she was ready to fight to the death.

“That’s ridiculous,” Fushimi Shika rolled over, looked up, and asked, “What else would you do?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lion King Yuko stood up, opened her suitcase again, and began rummaging through it.

Fushimi Shika had a bad feeling. He threw back the covers, sat up, and looked around. He saw Minamoto no Tamako carefully taking out a red indulgence ticket from a clipboard.

"Hmph hmph hmph." Yuan Yuzi held the chicken feather as if it were an imperial edict.

"You're going to use indulgences?" Fushimi Shika lay down again. "Just for this? That's such a waste. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't use them like that."

"I've already thought it through. If I use these indulgences, I can collect more. If I don't use them, they're just pieces of paper. It would be a real waste to leave them unused."

Gen Tamako knelt on the bedding beside her, dangling a corner of the indulgence ticket back and forth: "I suppose you wouldn't waste the grand prize of the stamp for such a small matter, would you?"

Fushimi Shika did not answer, but instead asked, "So you're going to keep your promise?"

Yuan Yuzi was very wary: "If I say I'm going to honor it, will you use your seal to cancel it?"

Fushimi Shika chuckled, neither saying he could nor he couldn't.

Minamoto no Tamako was furious. Every time she wanted to exchange, Fushimi would threaten her with this trick, turning it into a tug-of-war between "bow stance push palm" and "moon gazing balance".

She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll pay up, but I demand the truth from you! So, are you going to pay up too?"

Fushimi Shika chuckled again and said, "I won't trade."

Now it was Minamoto no Tamako's turn to feel a chill run down her spine. She suddenly felt that it was a losing proposition. All the redemption tickets she had painstakingly saved up were wasted because of this trivial matter. Her heart was bleeding, and at the same time, she was a little afraid of the stamp reward in Fushimi-kun's hand.

Now she's like a fish on a chopping board.

Just as Minamoto no Tamako was about to back out, Fushimi Shika reached out and snatched the red atonement ticket away: "Well, congratulations, you've successfully redeemed it. Ask me anything you want, but only things that happen in your dream after hypnosis."

Genji was horrified. She pounced on Fushimi Shika, pinning him down and yelling while pulling at the blanket, "Give it back! I... I haven't decided yet!"

“I just confirmed with you, ‘So you’re going to cash it in?’ That’s exactly what I said. You didn’t forget it in a few seconds, did you?” Fushimi Shika folded the indulgence ticket and held it in his hand, intending to reuse it later.

"Ughhhhhh!!"

Yuan Yuzi angrily pounded the bedding, then knelt on the bed and let out a mournful cry.

This time, she had no reason to blame Fushimi Shika, since it was her own impulsive decision to exchange for it.

Minamoto no Tamako suffered a massive hemorrhage and was not thinking clearly. It was Fushimi Shika who interfered with her judgment by deliberately not using the stamp and just waiting it out. Once she couldn't resist using it first, Fushimi Shika would be able to make a decision on whether to cancel it out.

Moreover, in the end, the person who compromises will usually try to recoup their losses by selling their currency at a very low price.

"But speaking of which, are you sure you want to ask about things in your dream?" Fushimi Shika huddled inside the protective barrier of the blanket, maintaining a safe state.

"Could it be revoked?" Yuan Yuzi suddenly looked up.

“Of course, the exchange cannot be cancelled once it’s been made, but I’ll be merciful and make an exception. You can exchange it for a different question.” Fushimi Shika tried to entice Minamoto Tamako: “You should think it over carefully. Maybe my dreams are full of trivial things, and I’ve only been unwilling to talk about them because I’m too proud to admit it.”

"Ha! So you really were hiding something from me!" Minamoto no Tamako pointed at Fushimi Shikanobu and said, "Finally, you've given yourself away!"

“Yes, but it might not be something from a dream.” Fushimi Shika said with a half-smile, “You’d better think it through.” Minamoto no Tamako’s mind raced, going through all the things she had always suspected, and realized that she actually had quite a few things she wanted Fushimi-kun to confess honestly. A mere dream was really a waste of his talents.

"Can I only ask one question?" Gen Tamako tried to salvage the situation: "Can I ask a few more questions?"

"Can I use the stamp prize a certain number of times?" Fushimi Shika asked rhetorically.

Minamoto no Tamako's lips were pouting so much they almost touched her nose. She was very unhappy. Fushimi-kun had kept a lot of things from her, such as always secretly glancing at the top of people's heads, his study time being a mystery, how he could maintain his figure without exercising, how he infiltrated the Aum Shinrikyo cult, and whether he had been secretly eating desserts from the refrigerator...

After much deliberation, she decided that what happened in her dream was more important.

After all, everything else only concerns Fushimi-kun, but the things in the dream concern both of them.

“As for what happened in the dream,” Gen Tamako said, “what exactly did I experience in your dream?”

"Are you sure you want to ask this? Are you sure? Are you really sure? Don't regret your choice later." Fushimi Shika adopted the tone of a TV quiz show host.

Yuan Yuzi was indeed swayed. She sat back on her bedding, propped her head up with her small hand, and thought it over and over. Finally, she made a decision: "I'm sure!"

"Are you really sure...?"

"Alright, alright, I'm really sure! This is so annoying!" Yuan Yuzi wanted to smash his face with a pillow.

Fushimi Shika also sat up. His original intention in designing the indulgences was 'repayment', and now it was his turn to repay.

Moreover, he felt there was no need to hide it from Gentamako.

Fushimi Shika did want to confide in someone, but confiding is inherently a very dangerous thing. If he were to show his vulnerability to the other person, he might only receive contempt, disdain, ridicule, and a self-righteous sense of superiority.

He had a similar experience in his previous life. He lost money in the stock market and confided in his girlfriend, who told him he was wasting money and advised him not to speculate in stocks. He took on several cases that made him feel guilty and confided in his teacher, who criticized him, saying that the most important thing for a lawyer is conscience. He didn't lend money to his friends and talked about his troubles with another friend, who said he was not loyal and told him not to value money too much.

Those things he couldn't say were his flaws, his inherent weaknesses, and a side of him that he couldn't show to others.

If it's something glorious, beautiful, positive, and uplifting, how could it be difficult to say it out loud?

Everyone wants to be accepted completely, but not everyone has a clear conscience. Everyone makes mistakes, and everyone needs one or two people to stand by them unconditionally.

As Kamei Yusuke once said, men talk about right and wrong, while women talk about their stance.

That's why men can't live without women.

Fushimi Shika had already seen Minamoto no Tamako's reaction in her dream. Minamoto no Tamako neither mocked nor criticized her. Her first thought was sympathy, and she wanted to know more; her second thought was resentment, and she wanted to pull him back to the right path.

"Where should we begin..."

Fushimi Shika cleared his throat and said, "Let's start from when I was a child."

Yuan Yuzi listened attentively, smacking her lips as she thought how wonderful it would be to have some snacks at this moment, so she could eat while listening.

But as she listened, she forgot about eating. She felt there was something off about Fushimi's childhood and couldn't help but ask, "Did you grow up in Japan?"

"No."

Fushimi Shika explained his time travel experience, revealing that he grew up in China.

Then, he repeated what was on his mind: "It must feel terrible to be deceived, right? The real Fushimi Shika is long dead!"

Gen Tamako's eyes widened. She sat there blankly for a while before her first reaction was to reach out and touch Fushimi Shika's forehead: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"I'm calm, mentally sound, and everything I said is true." Fushimi Shika told her her second deepest secret, and felt a sense of relief.

"Hey, who will be the future Prime Minister of Japan?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

“I don’t know much about him, I only remember Shinzo Abe,” said Shika Fushimi.

"Why? Was his political achievement outstanding during his tenure? Or was he very famous?" Minamoto no Tamako tried to find the logical flaws in Fushimi Shika's prophecy.

“He is indeed very famous,” Fushimi Shika nodded in agreement.

"Huh?" Genji Tamako hadn't reacted yet: "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious. I may have changed part of history. I can't be sure about things in Japan, but I can make some predictions about things in America."

Fushimi Shika, resting his chin on his hand, recalled, "The current president is Bush, right? After him should be Timur, Bush Jr., Obama, Trump..."

"Really?" Minamoto Tamako exclaimed, using a shocking line straight out of a Japanese drama: "So that's how you've been able to make money from stocks all this time? Because you know in advance which stocks will go up and which will go down..."

She has a book in her mind called "Unsolved Mysteries about Lu Jun," and the fact that he always makes money in the stock market ranks twelfth, which is one of the mysteries she has always wanted to figure out.

When Minamoto no Tamako saw him washing his feet with red wine, she was furious at his extravagance and had already mentally prepared herself for Fushimi-kun to go bankrupt due to stock market losses. But instead of going bankrupt, she waited anxiously every day, and Fushimi-kun showed no signs of going bankrupt at all; on the contrary, his life became more and more comfortable.

The detectives in the Metropolitan Police Department have to work hard to earn money, but Fushimi-kun is different. He takes sick leave every now and then and doesn't care at all whether sick leave will result in a deduction from his pay.

Right now, Fushimi Shika shamelessly nodded and admitted, going along with her words: "Yes."

"Do you remember the lottery numbers?" Minamoto Tamako couldn't help but ask, "Oh right, you weren't born here... Do you remember when Tokyo's housing prices were at their lowest? How long will the financial bubble last? Have the anti-violence laws been successfully implemented?"

She bombarded me with a barrage of questions.

Fushimi Shikako thought to herself, "That's not how you dreamt. In your dream, you were excitedly saying, 'Fushimi Shika' is just a name. I don't care about the name; I only care about him as a person… What kind of person was he? What did he go through? I really want to know! I really want to meet the real Fushimi-kun! I want to be a part of his life, to understand his past—no, not Fushimi-kun, but Hiro-kun!'"

When he woke up from the dream and remembered this incident, he was still a little touched.

But now it's all destroyed.

Fushimi Shika was quite annoyed. He didn't answer any of his questions and instead questioned, "Shouldn't you ask me more questions about me?"

Yuan Yuzi was taken aback: "That seems to be true. Does your transmigration count as infringing on someone else's property? After all, it's someone else's body."

Fushimi Shika hardened his fist: "The original owner is long dead, so the corpse doesn't count as property."

Genji's expression turned strange: "Then when we first met..."

Fushimi Shika interrupted, "It's me."

Yuan Yuzi couldn't help but confirm, "You mean in the taxi..."

Fushimi Shika interrupted again: "Yes, it's me. Otherwise, do you expect an ordinary driver to take you on a high-speed chase with the police? Do you think this is a TV drama?"

Yuan Yuzi scratched her head. This was her embarrassing past, and it was best not to mention it if possible.

So she changed the subject and asked, "So, according to that, you're actually in your thirties or forties, right? Does that mean I'm actually dating an older man?"

Fushimi Shika snorted and said, "You should be secretly happy. From now on, girls will all like dads with a youthful vibe. My type is the most popular. You've really hit the jackpot."

"Eh..." Gen Tamako didn't take it to heart: "So you always talk like an old man? I thought it was strange at first. You just graduated, how come you sound like a corporate slave, with so much resentment in your voice!"

This matter is listed as the thirty-ninth item in "Unsolved Mysteries about Deer King".

Fushimi Shika took a deep breath; that irritating feeling returned, like being back at the police academy, unexpectedly encountering a female version of Tang Sanzang (the monk in Journey to the West) and being haunted by death.

“Keep going, keep going,” Minamoto Tamako nudged his hand. “And then? What happened next?”

Fushimi Shika recounted everything from the first layer of the dream in great detail, including Minamoto no Tamako's heartfelt outpouring.

Gen Tamako blushed slightly upon hearing this, and couldn't help but hug her pillow and lie down, saying, "How could I say such a thing? You must be making this up..."

Fushimi Shikata Gentaka farted and continued talking about the second layer of the dream.

He deliberately avoided mentioning his motive for murder, only saying that in the second layer of the dream, his subconscious was constantly killing people, and that Genji was trying to stop him, trying to arrest him again and again, thus learning a lot of knowledge from his previous life.

Minamoto no Tamako's first reaction was amazed; the human subconscious could be so complex. Her second reaction was, "Wow, I finally succeeded in stealing his skills!" She had always wanted to learn some techniques from Fushimi-kun. Her third reaction was, "Why is Fushimi-kun trying to kill someone?"

After thinking about it for a moment, she felt she understood: "Is it because I suffered too much humiliation when I was a lawyer that I now call the police academy to become a police officer?"

Fushimi Shika remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "Nothing can be hidden from you."

With a look of satisfaction, Yuan Yuzi patted the shoulders of the deduction team members and, as their captain, earnestly advised them: "It's good to hate evil, but don't go to extremes."

Fushimi Shika nodded and casually showered him with compliments: "As expected of the captain, my level of thinking is no match for yours."

Genji was very pleased and urged Fushimi Shika to continue.

Fushimi Shika recounted what happened next: thanks to Captain Tamako's tireless efforts, the criminal, Zhou, was finally apprehended. He had been badly injured, with his arms and legs broken.

It can be said that good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished; it's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet. This dream can be considered to have come to a satisfactory end, fulfilling the wishes of both of them.

Gen Tamako added at the opportune moment, "Hey, what a coincidence, you also had your arms and legs broken in my dream."

(End of this chapter)