Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

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"...Daily records."

"Today's breakfast was miso soup, fried fish, and frozen tofu. Tamako was very careless when making breakfast, and it didn't taste good. I hope she will realize this in the future."

"Lunch was a bento box as usual, delivered from a convenience store. I ate fried pork cutlet, pickled radish, and romaine lettuce. The taste was acceptable. I used Fushimi Shika's money; it was a free work meal, so there was nothing to complain about."

"Dinner was scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Kung Pao chicken, cola chicken wings, cabbage and tofu soup, and stir-fried beef with cilantro. As usual, Fushimi Shika cooked. His cooking is delicious, but it's always Chinese food. I'm starting to suspect he's a spy."

……

"...Emergency record."

"I was kidnapped a few days ago. The details were recorded in the previous video, so I won't go into too much detail."

"I'm home safely now and watching 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure' in my room. Minamoto no Tamako and Fushimi Shika are watching TV in the living room. They've been watching for eight hours, and now the TV is silent. I'm hearing some strange noises."

“They might be having sex and could have a child, which could threaten my position. I have to monitor them and prepare contingency plans.”

"You may not believe what I saw, but now I'm going to flip the camera to show you."

"Look, they're kissing. It's kind of disgusting."

"Ah, the location has changed. The view through the door crack is limited, so we can't continue filming. What a pity."

……

Fushimi Shika took the memory card from Hira Sakurako, inserted it, and then watched the video one by one with the video recorder.

Gen Tamako sat to the side, leaning against him as she watched.

The two watched several videos at double speed, and it seemed that Hong Wen was about to be involved.

Fushimi Shika couldn't stand it anymore. This guy was keeping too many rambling records, filming at least twelve hours of video a day. Most of the time, she would just leave the camera aside and do her own thing, only saying a few words of summary to the camera at night.

Yuan Yuzi never expected that her first kiss would be filmed. Her eyes widened, her mouth formed a (^) shape, and she frantically tapped the screen, trying to delete the video.

Ping Yingzi was displeased. These were precious records she had painstakingly made. She quickly raised her hand to stop them, saying, "You are violating my right to privacy! Children have the right to privacy too!"

Gentamako was taken aback and looked at Fushimi Shika, hoping that the lawyer would say something and refute the guy from a legal perspective.

"What privacy rights? Go ahead and sue me if you dare! If you win, you'll be back at the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare; if you lose, you'll have wasted your lawyer fees. You're too young to defend yourself."

Fushimi Shika sneered and said, "I haven't even sued you for violating your portrait rights yet. Taking photos without permission is illegal, especially since you took photos of police officers. Be careful, or I'll sue you for assaulting a police officer!"

Hira Sakurako couldn't make any facial expressions; her mask was in her suitcase, not on her person, so she could only puff out her cheeks to express her anger.

Fushimi Shika didn't care. He pulled out the memory card, put it in his pocket, and said, "It's confiscated. Come back to me in a couple of days to get it back."

"Huh?" Gen Tamako was a little confused: "Why do we have to wait two days? We can delete it now."

Fushimi Shika, maintaining a level playing field and remaining calm and collected, said, "Most of them are Sakura's selfies. We can't just delete those videos too, can we? One thing at a time. We can't violate the child's right to privacy. Let me take some time to review them and delete our videos."

Genji believed her and was about to continue lecturing Sakura when Hira Sakura suddenly spoke up, exposing Fushimi Shika's sinister intentions: "You want to keep the kissing video for yourself, don't you? How perverted."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Fushimi Shika gestured to Minamoto no Tamako, indicating that Tamako should teach the child a lesson: "Look at him, he's already learned to slander his elders. If you ask me, he should be given a good beating so that he can have a complete childhood!"

Minamoto no Tamako was suspicious. She ignored the second half of Fushimi Shika's sentence and pressed on, "You can do the screening now, why take time out to screen?"

“It’s too late now, you need to sleep. You two are still developing, we can’t let your sleep be delayed,” Fushimi Shika said.

Gen Tamako was furious: "Who are you calling a child?!" This was her sore spot, and every time someone touched it, she would jump up and down: "I'm already a full-fledged detective in the Metropolitan Police Department, how could I be like Sakurako!"

"Okay, okay, you're not. I'm still a child. I want to go to bed early, is that alright?"

Fushimi Shika successfully changed the subject, casually tossing the video camera to Hira Sakurako, who caught it with both hands, still looking somewhat unwilling.

Just as Hira Sakurako was about to speak, intending to steer the conversation back to the topic of 'Fushimi Shika seemingly wanting to keep the video for himself'.

Fushimi Shika waved his hand and announced, "Alright, stop arguing. Just be more careful in the future and tell Sakura not to take pictures of your private parts."

After saying that, he casually pulled the chandelier switch, turned off the light, and lay down again.

Yuan Yuzi couldn't argue any further, and besides, it was indeed getting late, so she could only lie down as well.

Ping Yingzi fiddled with the video recorder and found that both memory cards were missing. She was very unhappy, but had nowhere to seek justice, so she could only lie down in frustration.

The three lay quietly for a while. Gen Tamako turned her head and saw Hira Sakurako's head sticking out, her eyes closed and breathing evenly. She must have really fallen asleep. So she turned to Fushimi Shika and asked, "Tell me the truth, do you want to secretly save the video of the kiss?"

Fushimi Shika knew that lying to Minamoto no Tamako would be particularly troublesome, so she simply told the truth: "It would be a pity to delete it. Let's keep it for ourselves, isn't that better?"

"Hmph, shameless." Yuan Yuzi shrank half her face under the covers, but didn't mention deleting the video again.

At this moment, Hira Sakurako suddenly chimed in, "Agreed, shameless, perverted."

Yuan Yuzi was startled and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep and that she hadn't said anything.

Fushimi Shika didn't care. He turned over, put on his eye mask, and was really going to sleep. He casually replied, "You can say things like that to me, but don't say them to other adults. Some perverts will actually get excited."

Ping Yingzi then fell silent.

The three of them finally fell asleep.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the three of them got up, washed up, ate breakfast prepared by the guesthouse owner, and went out to town to buy tools and ingredients.

Following yesterday's plan, Yuan Yuzi continued to repair her old house.

They spent two days cleaning and repairing the old house, making it finally habitable. Yuan Yuzi also bought some small furniture and household items, making it look quite cozy.

As evening approached, the three of them took a cold shower in the old house's bathroom. The water heater was broken and hadn't been repaired yet, so they had to make do for the time being.

Minamoto no Tamako's health is much better than before. Since following Fushimi Shika's lead in going to bed early and waking up early, exercising regularly, and occasionally staying up late, her immunity has improved significantly.

Specifically, she didn't cough after taking a cold shower.

Hira Sakura, who was taking a bath with her, wasn't so lucky. She kept sneezing, with clear snot hanging from her nose. Plus, she had a blank expression, making her look like an idiot.

Fushimi Shika was initially a little worried that the little one had caught a cold, but fortunately, after Hira Sakura sneezed a few times, she was fine, her temperature did not rise, and she was still lively and energetic.

"We live by the sea, so tonight we'll have seafood again, all cooked." Fushimi Shika was wearing a pink apron. Well, all the household items were bought by Minamoto Tamako, who liked pink, so she bought pink. She claimed she never thought it would be inappropriate for Fushimi Shika to wear this while cooking.

But in fact, Minamoto no Tamako had thought about it, and she wanted to buy it even more so because she wanted to see Fushimi-kun wearing a pink apron.

Fushimi Shika, spatula in hand, placed dish after dish on the table, announcing as he served: "There's braised sea cucumber with scallions, mackerel dumplings, fish ball soup, crab meat tofu..."

Ping Yingzi held a chopstick in each hand, looked down at the dishes on the table, and muttered softly, "It's all Chinese food again."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yuzi recalled what Fumi-kun had said the previous night and felt that she had solved another puzzle:
Why only cook Chinese food?

Included in "Unsolved Mysteries about Fushimi-kun".

Fushimi Shika pretended not to hear Hira Sakurako's grumbling, and as soon as he sat down, he picked up a piece of braised sea cucumber with scallions with his chopsticks.

The dark brown sea cucumber is coated in a glossy sauce. The moment it enters your mouth, the rich aroma of scallions and the unique elasticity of seafood burst forth between your teeth. The salty and savory sauce, along with the slightly sticky gelatinous texture, slides down your throat and tongue.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ping Yingzi carefully poking the thin, translucent skin of the mackerel dumpling with her chopsticks—the golden fried dough made a soft "crack" sound, and milky white broth instantly gushed out.

Ping Yingzi quickly lowered her head and took a sip. The sweet fish soup mixed with the delicate fish filling was so hot that she had to breathe out small breaths, but she still held the dumpling in her mouth, her eyes revealing the satisfaction of enjoying the food.

"That's not how you eat dumplings! Who would break the skin while eating dumplings?" Fushimi Shika's DNA started acting up, and he couldn't help but correct Hira Sakurako's way of eating.

"It'll be too hot to eat a whole one." Ping Yingzi lied; she didn't like the dumpling skin, she only liked the filling.

"Five ants!" Yuan Yuzi suddenly tapped the edge of the crab meat and tofu bowl with her spoon, her cheeks puffing slightly from the food.

The tender tofu was soaked in the amber-colored crab roe soup. She gently pressed it with the back of a spoon, and the tofu trembled and cracked, oozing out a sweet and savory juice mixed with shredded crab meat.

She scooped up a large spoonful and put it in her mouth, asking indistinctly, "The crab meat is sweet! The tofu was chilled, right?"

Fushimi Shika mumbled an "Mmm," swallowed it whole, and then hurriedly scooped up the snow-white fish balls from the soup.

The fish balls are incredibly bouncy and soft; a light touch with the tip of your teeth releases a burst of scalding hot juice, which, mixed with the fresh broth of kelp and bonito flakes, fills your nostrils.

Gentamako hissed as the food burned her, but couldn't resist taking another bite, muttering indistinctly, "There's no MSG... how can it be so delicious..."

Ping Yingzi silently ate three mackerel dumplings. Seeing that Yuan Yuzi was eating with relish, she also became a little tempted and pushed her bowl to the side of the soup pot.

Fushimi Shika glanced at her, then scooped up two fish balls and poured them, along with the broth, into her bowl.

Ping Yingzi stared down at the meatballs swaying in the soup, took a sip of soup, and then slurped up the meat filling in the meatballs, not caring that her hair was wet with steam.

For a moment, only the soft clinking of bowls and spoons could be heard on the table.

Fushimi Shika slowly peeled the dark brown meat from the cola chicken wings, while Minamoto Tamago was putting the last piece of tofu soaked in crab roe into her mouth, and Hira Sakurako already had three empty dumpling wrappers stacked on the rim of her bowl.

After a while, the three of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, sat down, patting their bellies to help them digest.

Gen Tamako patted her belly and sighed, "It would be even better if we had a TV."

After eating, I watched some TV; life was wonderful.

She seemed to be developing into a "dried fish girl" (a woman who turns out to be a lazy, uncultured woman), while Hira Sakurako, a true "dried fish girl," chimed in, "It would be even better if we had a game console."

Fushimi Shika was busy struggling with the green onion stuck between her teeth and didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them.

He felt that using his fingers was better than using a toothpick, so he reached behind his teeth and scraped around, feeling like he was about to pry the scallion out when suddenly a shout came from the doorway:
"Is Naoki back?"

Naoro Minamoto is the name of Minamoto Tamako's grandfather, so the person who called out must be an acquaintance. Fushimi Shika, too lazy to get up, gave Minamoto Tamako a look.

Yuan Yuzi smacked her lips, rubbed her stomach, and got up to answer the door: "Who is it?"

Fushimi Shika sat at the dining table, picking his teeth as he looked out the door. He saw Minamoto no Tamako standing behind the wooden fence in the yard, chatting with an old woman carrying a vegetable basket.

He couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but judging from their expressions, they seemed quite happy, especially the old woman, whose face was practically overflowing with kindness. She even reached out and touched Yuan Yuzi's head, pressing down Yuan Yuzi's ahoge (cowlick).

Fushimi Shika narrowed his eyes, turned slightly towards Hira Sakurako, and muttered softly, "Could this old woman be her grandfather's lover?"

Ping Yingzi stared at his hand picking at his teeth and said, "Why do you think that?"

"Her first question was, 'Is Naoro back?' instead of, 'Is this house rented out?' or 'Is Tamako back?'" Fushimi Shika was very perceptive: "Don't you think something's fishy? Who would keep paying attention to this dilapidated old house?"

“It’s also possible that they’re just old friends.” Ping Yingzi was still holding a grudge about the memory card and couldn’t help but argue back.

"How can there be pure friendship between a man and a woman?" Fushimi Shika scoffed.

"Do you have feelings for me too?" Hira Sakurako continued to argue.

"Let me correct you, how can there be pure friendship between men and women of the same age who are not related?" Fushimi Shika finally managed to get the green onion out of the hole.

"At such an advanced age, is she still capable of having sex?" Ping Yingzi was genuinely curious this time, wanting to understand the physiological limits of humans.

"Platonic love, the kind of love that lasts into old age, you know? Stop talking about sex all the time, it's vulgar," Fushimi Shika criticized.

As the two were discussing, the old woman outside the door suddenly shouted:

"Come quick, everyone! Tamako's back!"

His voice was full of energy, like the roar of a Buddhist lion, and Fushimi Shika felt as if the dust on his own roof was about to fall down.

The sound drifted on the sea breeze towards the coastal dock, where several elderly people peered out and shouted from afar, "What?!"

"Tamako is back!" the old woman shouted again.

Because of her excellent hearing, Yuan Yuzi had to cover her ears. Seeing this, the old woman laughed and called out again, "Yuzi is still the same as before! She likes to cover her ears!"

About ten minutes later, a group of elderly men and women gathered around the fence, chatting and exchanging pleasantries with Yuan Yuzi.

"Little Jade has made something of herself! I saw you on TV!"

"Wow, that's amazing! You're a criminal investigator now?"

"Yeah yeah……"

As Yuan Yuzi greeted the uncles and aunts she remembered, she couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion... They were cheerful middle-aged people back then, how did they get so old in the blink of an eye?
Time flies so fast!

(End of this chapter)