Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 526: Happy to miss Shu
In a rational state, normal people are actually quite intelligent. After all, we are all terrifying upright apes that have evolved for 30,000 years, and what we have on our necks is not a tumor, but a proper brain weighing more than 1,000 grams.

However, most people find it difficult to remain calm in various unexpected situations. This has nothing to do with whether they are smart or have a high IQ. Even top students who graduated from prestigious universities can be tricked into going to industrial parks in northern Myanmar. As Gen Satake said, having desires will create weaknesses.

Many people never manage to put their knowledge into practice in their entire lives.

Kujo Mutsumi exploited Fushimi Shika's weakness—he didn't resort to kidnapping and threats like Uesugi Shion, nor did he express opposition like Kujo Yui. Instead, he spoke as an elder, saying, "My granddaughter doesn't like you anymore."

Fushimi Shika knew, of course, that this was most likely a lie.

But what if?
What if Gentama really intends to break up?
Fushimi Shika paused for two seconds, then immediately deleted the emergency number and dialed Minamoto Tamako's number. The phone rang for over ten seconds before a cold announcement came through: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

Kujo Mutsumi, on the other end of the phone, also heard the announcement and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just instructed the housekeeper to temporarily confine Yuan Yuzi, so naturally, her phone needed to be taken away to prevent her from making random calls and causing a lot of trouble if she got in touch with the outside world.

Logically, he shouldn't have been worried about Fushimi Shika being able to contact Minamoto no Tamako, but the problem was that he had only issued the order five minutes ago, and it was hard to guarantee that his subordinates hadn't carried it out yet... As the one in power, he naturally knew that it took time to execute orders.

Fortunately, the housekeeper acted quickly and probably already found an excuse to take away Minamoto no Tamako's phone.

Fushimi Shika slowly frowned. He dialed twice more, but Minamoto no Tamako still didn't answer. Knowing Minamoto no Tamako as he did, even if she was angry, she wouldn't ignore the phone.

He stood up, rather annoyed, dialed the emergency number on his own phone, gave the address, then picked up Jun'ichirō Mizutani's phone and spoke into the receiver:

"If she wants to break up, she should say it face to face. I'm going over there now, and I'll let her explain it to me clearly."

After waiting for Fushimi Shika to finish his call, Kujo Mutsuki sighed and said, "It's good, it's good to have a resolution."

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika became somewhat uneasy. He didn't insist on meeting again, but instead frowned and pressed, "She doesn't want to see me?"

“You know Tamako, she doesn’t like this kind of situation,” Kujo Mutsu said. “Besides, she’s not good at saying no to people… I’m talking about emotional things.”

Fushimi Shika remained silent. Kujo Mutsu waited for a while before saying, "Let's leave it at that for now. If you're coming, call me in advance and I'll introduce you to her... I hope Mr. Fushimi will not hold a grudge against my granddaughter for this, and please forgive my son's foolishness as well."

After saying that, Kujo Mutsu added very solemnly, "I am extremely sorry."

Fushimi Shika let out a soft "hmph," the meaning of which was unclear; it was impossible to tell whether he had forgiven her or not. He hung up the phone and sat on the stone steps in the courtyard, not going inside to return to his room.

When the paramedics arrived, he casually called the police and gave a statement. The detectives at the Otaru Police Station naturally knew what kind of person Jun'ichirō Mizutani was. Since it was a conflict between the police and criminals, and several people were ganging up on one person, Shika Fushimi naturally didn't have to bear any responsibility. On the contrary, Jun'ichirō Mizutani and his gang would be in trouble for a while.

Even if Junichiro Mizutani files a lawsuit, it will almost certainly be rejected.

By the time Fushimi Shika finished giving his statement and strolled home, it was already late at night.

Hira Sakura wanted to have a late-night snack, but there was no delivery service in the area, so she had to go out to find food herself. She went to a small restaurant on the slope and got a bowl of ribbonfish rice to go. Just as she got to her doorstep, she ran into Fushimi Shika.

"Why are you only just getting back?" Hira Sakurako asked. "Who were those people?"

“It was sent by Tamako’s grandfather’s foolish son to take revenge on me,” Fushimi Shika explained succinctly, pushing open the gate and heading straight into the old house.

Hira Sakurako noticed that his mood was not right, so she silently carried the ribbonfish rice to the table, opened the package, and observed Fushimi Shika while eating.

Lu was seen lying on the tatami mat for a while, then sitting up again, occasionally craning his neck to look out the window as if waiting for someone to return. However, no one passed by outside the window, so he quickly showed a hint of displeasure and anger, then turned over and lay down on the tatami mat again.

Hmm, this looks familiar.

Hira Sakurako has a good memory. After a little recollection, she remembered why he looked familiar... Minamoto Tamako used to be like that too. When she was struggling with whether Fushimi Shika liked her, she would always toss and turn in bed and sit on the bed in a daze from time to time.

Exactly the same.

Hira Sakura slowly chewed her ribbonfish rice, squinting as she secretly observed. She quickly noticed the difference between the two—Fushimi Shika, compared to Minamoto Tamako, showed more displeasure, guilt, resentment, and a hint of darkness.

Did they have a conflict?

This was the first time Hira Sakurako had ever seen Fushimi Shika get the short end of the stick. In the past, Fushimi Shika had always been the dominant one in romantic relationships, and Minamoto Tamako had always wanted to be the one on top, but had never succeeded.

What happened now that made Fushimi Shika suffer a setback?

Hira Sakurako was unusually intrigued and thought this was a must-learn skill. After eating and drinking her fill, she pretended to be casual and knelt down next to Fushimi Shika, chugging down barley tea with loud gulping sounds.

Fushimi Shika was already annoyed, and when he saw Hira Sakurako approaching, he became even more annoyed for no reason, so he waved his hand to shoo her away and said, "Go away, go away, go to the side."

"Why didn't you eat dinner?" Ping Yingzi pretended to be stupid. She had a natural buff that doubled the credibility of her act.

"I'm not in the mood to eat." Fushimi Shika rolled over, turning his backside towards Hira Sakurako, and lay on his side on the tatami.

"What's wrong? Weren't you quite happy this morning?" Hira Sakurako asked.

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika suddenly sat up. He was in a state of overthinking and paranoia when Hira Sakurako asked him a question, and he immediately thought of what Hira Sakurako had said at noon: "What if Tamako suddenly regains her senses? Once she realizes you're a terrible guy, you're doomed..."

"Did Tamako say something to you?" Fushimi Shika asked suspiciously.

It turns out there were signs of a breakup all along, but I just didn't notice them.

"What are you talking about?" Hira Sakurako was baffled, wondering why Fushimi Shika had suddenly turned on her.

"Didn't Tamako tell you about her plans to break up?" Fushimi Shika sat up and pressed for an answer. "Of course not. I don't really care about that kind of thing. Love isn't a necessity of life. Even if we break up, we can still be friends. My life doesn't need someone like her..."

He went on and on explaining, then asked again, "Did Yu Zi mention wanting to break up with you?"

Hira Sakura thought about it carefully for a moment and said, "Not at all."

The smarter a person is, the more suspicious they are. Fushimi Shika narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Then why did you pause for a few seconds?"

Hira Sakurako sensed that things might be bad for this guy if he were to break up with his girlfriend: "Because I'm reminiscing."

Fushimi Shika tried to win over Hira Sakurako: "You'd better think this through. She broke up with me and didn't take you with her, which means you're not family to her. In the end, you'll still have to live with me. I suggest you tell me the truth. Don't side with someone else now."

Ping Yingzi finally realized what had happened: "Tamako broke up with you? She didn't mention it to me."

Fushimi Shika tried to determine whether Hira Sakurako was lying by looking at her micro-expressions, but unfortunately, Hira Sakurako had facial paralysis, and it was physiological facial paralysis at that. Her face had no expression at all, so it was pointless for him to look at her.

"Are you sure?" Fushimi Shika was still a little unwilling: "Take out your video recorder, I want to look through some old videos."

"Ok."

Hira Sakurako knew this wasn't the time to be stingy. She went back to her room, retrieved the video camera and a small box of memory cards, and had Fushimi Shika review them.

Fushimi Shika started watching from the daily records from a week ago, at seven times the speed. The Hira Sakurako in the scene became particularly bizarre, teleporting around the room like Minato Funaba.

Once Minamoto Tamako enters the frame, Fushimi Shika immediately slows down the playback to double speed, listening to Tamako complain about things like, "Shika-kun didn't clear the dishes again," "I haven't used the stamp today," and "Writing the files is so tiring." There are also many positive comments, such as, "We're going back to Hokkaido soon," "Shika-kun is quite handsome; I can take him back to show off," and "The eel rice is delicious."

Fushimi Shika stared blankly at the video, his face reflecting the cold light of the screen.

More than four hours later, he watched all the video footage. Minamoto no Tamako had indeed never mentioned wanting to break up—but she had also complained about his various shortcomings.

Fushimi Shika never took his own shortcomings seriously, nor did he ever care about Minamoto no Tamako's troubles.

For example, the cleaning was always outsourced to Minamoto no Tamako and Hirae Sakurako. Most of the time, however, it was actually Minamoto no Tamako who did the cleaning.

After a long day at work, she dragged her tired body home. The first thing she did upon entering the house was not to lie down on the sofa to rest, but to clean the dust from the shoe cabinet and the doorway.

That's not all. Next, she has to sweep, mop, tidy the coffee table, clean the sink, take care of kitchen waste, and every now and then scrub the toilet and unclog the drainpipes...

Hira Sakura recorded everything.

Sometimes, Yuan Yuzi would sit on a small stool, bending over to sort the garbage, and would be busy for one or two hours at a time. When she stood up, she would hold her back and stretch her arms, and you could hear her bones cracking.
Sometimes, Yuan Yuzi would wear plastic gloves, hold a toilet brush, and bend over to scrub the urine stains on the toilet without complaining about the dirt or the fatigue. She would use detergent to make the toilet shine.

Sometimes, Minamoto no Tamako would take the clothes out of the washing machine and scrub the collars and stains again. While scrubbing, she would chat with Hiraoko and complain, "What kind of team member bosses around the captain?"

Occasionally, Hira Sakura would help out, such as sweeping dust, moving cardboard boxes, or sorting out trash. The two would sit side by side in front of the camera, heads down, busy with their tasks.

After watching it, Fushimi Shika felt a tightness in his chest.

No matter how many times he sighed, it didn't ease his anxiety in the slightest. His heart felt like it was being crushed by a stone, each beat carrying extra weight.

“See?” Hira Sakurako said, “She really didn’t mention breaking up.”

Fushimi Shika remained silent, finding the words somewhat jarring. He put down the video camera, lay back on the tatami mat, and remained silent.

Hira Sakura put away the video recorder and memory card, reinserted the card, placed the video recorder in the corner, pointed the lens at Fushimi Shika, and secretly clicked record. Then she returned to Fushimi Shika's side and asked, "Did you really break up with me? Or was it just a fit of pique?"

“Turn it off,” Fushimi Shika said. Her little trick exposed, Hira Sakura had no choice but to obediently turn off the video recorder. She planned to record it with banknotes later, so she returned to Fushimi Shika's side and repeated her question.

Fushimi Shika, with his head resting on his hands and looking at the ceiling, said, "It was Kujo Mutsu who relayed this. I think he's very likely lying. Tamako isn't that kind of person. If she wanted to break up, she would definitely tell me in person... no matter how sad she is, she would tell me in person."

"Then what do you have to worry about?" Hira Sakurako asked.

“What if?” Fushimi Shika said.

"Why don't you just call and ask?" Ping Yingzi thought he was worrying unnecessarily.

“I tried, but couldn’t get through,” Fushimi Shika said.

"Could it be that the phone ran out of battery and shut down?" Ping Yingzi made a reasonable guess.

“She always carries a spare battery when she goes out, and surely the Kujo family wouldn’t be so poor as to not even have a phone charger?” Fushimi Shika denied her guess.

"What if it was Kujo Mutsumi who took her phone?" Hira Sakurako inherited Fushimi Shika's flaw: she liked to make malicious assumptions about others.

“I can’t rule out that possibility, but it doesn’t sound like it. Kujo Mutsumi didn’t stop me from meeting her,” Fushimi Shika said.

“He probably guessed that you don’t dare to see Tamako,” Hira Sakurako said.

These words struck a nerve with Fushimi Shika. He raised an eyebrow and said, "What a joke! How could I be afraid to see her? If we're going to break up, she'll be the one crying! What do I have to be afraid of? It's just a relationship, isn't it? Do you really think I'd take it to heart? Ridiculous."

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have told me so much.” Ping Yingzi didn’t give him any face.

Fushimi Shika was quite annoyed. He glanced sideways at Hira Sakurako and said, "What do you know about adult matters!"

“You know better than I do, what are you planning to do?” Hira Sakurako asked.

"What do you mean, what to do? It's not a big deal," Fushimi Shika said nonchalantly. "Minamoto no Tamako said she'll be back tomorrow, so let's wait until tomorrow to talk about it."

"What if she doesn't come back tomorrow?" Hira Sakurako pressed.

"It means break up, huh? Fine, let's break up then," Fushimi Shika said.

Ping Yingzi thought for a moment, then maliciously speculated, and asked, "Couldn't it be that she was being held captive by her maternal grandfather?"

"She brought this on herself by being placed under house arrest. Why did she have to go back to her parents' home and throw a tantrum? Besides, Kujo Mutsu won't do anything to her..." Fushimi Shika paused, then said, "Tamako isn't stupid. If she senses something is wrong, she'll definitely find a way to contact me. It's not too late to go find her then."

"Oh." Hira Sakurako had nothing to say.

It was already past 2 a.m., and Hira Sakura should have been back in her room to sleep by now, but since Gen Tamako wasn't there, no one was watching her. Hira Sakura took out her game console again, played for a while, and suddenly felt it wasn't interesting anymore; it didn't feel as fun as it used to be.

Fushimi Shika laid out the bedding and lay down on the bed, wanting to go to sleep early. However, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, watching the window turn from dark to light.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated; someone had sent him a text message.

Fushimi Shika immediately sat up, slamming his flip phone aside. The screen displayed "You have a new unread message," sent by Minamoto Tamako. He hesitated for five seconds before clicking to open it.

The screen displayed only two words, leaving Fushimi Shika stunned.

"Feel sorry"

Fushimi Shika could understand what those two words meant, and he could imagine the feelings of Minamoto no Tamako after hesitating all night before sending this text message—but he found it hard to accept, very hard to accept that Minamoto no Tamako had sent this text message.

seriously?
Fushimi Shika typed with both hands, replying with the question: "What does it mean that the bloody handprint is missing its little finger?"

This is a code word that Nagano Kawai and Minamoto Tamako had agreed upon in the past. If the bloody handprint is missing the little finger, it means that someone they know committed the crime. If the other party cannot answer, it means that the sender is not Minamoto Tamako herself; if it is Minamoto Tamako herself, she can use this code word to indicate whether she has been threatened by someone she knows.

But Yuan Yuzi didn't reply.

Fushimi Shika waited for over ten minutes, nearly exploding with rage, almost smashing his phone. Fortunately, his last shred of reason stopped him; he raised his arm high, never actually dropping the phone, and instead put it back in his pocket.

The sunlight slanted in, signaling the start of a new day.

……

Meanwhile, Genji was still fast asleep.

Yesterday, I had an awkward conversation with my cousin for a long time. Fortunately, the housekeeper came to the rescue and took her back to her room. On the way, he said that since she was staying at Kujo's house overnight, her electronic devices needed to be confiscated to prevent her from being eavesdropped on or having a miniature bomb or something.

Yuan Yuzi understood; after all, they were a wealthy family, and a strong sense of security was essential. Therefore, she cooperated fully and handed over her phone.

She wasn't actually bored being alone in her room. The housekeeper had prepared quite a few mystery novels for her, according to her preferences. There was also a television in the room, so she could watch TV. If she got tired of watching TV, there were also videotapes available so she could watch classic mystery movies anytime.

Yesterday, Minamoto no Tamako indulged in being a homebody, curling up on the sofa eating cakes and watching a suspense drama. She finally understood why Fushimi-kun always stayed on the sofa and refused to move.

She stayed up late into the night, and no one bothered her. She didn't hear Fushimi-kun nagging her about how staying up late was bad for her brain or that lack of sleep could lead to stunted growth.

It's quite comfortable to go back to my parents' home.

Genji Yuko didn't fall asleep until four or five in the morning and didn't wake up until one or two in the afternoon. She was just in time for lunch, and didn't even need to go out. She just had to ring a bell, and a servant would push the food cart in.

Gentama enjoyed a delicious meal, putting all the unpleasantness with Fushimi Shika from yesterday behind her back.

She's no longer angry with Fushimi Shika. After all, everyone's encounter is different! Even if Fushimi's confession wasn't very ceremonial, it doesn't mean his feelings for her were weaker than anyone else's. This kind of thing shouldn't be compared with others; it should be cherished in one's heart.

Having figured this out, Yuan Yuzi felt relieved. She went to the restroom to wash up and prepared to say goodbye to her father.

Unexpectedly, when she went downstairs and was about to leave through the main gate to find her grandfather in the courtyard and Japanese-style room, the housekeeper told her that she could not leave for the time being.

"Why?" Yuan Yuzi was completely baffled.

"This is Miss Wei's instruction, but I'm not entirely sure why," the butler said, offering a pre-prepared excuse.

"Is Mom letting me stay at Grandpa's house?" Yuan Yuzi scratched her head. "Is there a landline here? Can I call Mom?"

"I'm sorry, it's not convenient. Miss Wei is currently having a meeting with the head of the family." The butler had already thought of how to respond to the follow-up question.

"I see..." Minamoto Tamako thought that her mother and grandfather probably had something to talk about and wanted to see her as well: "Then can I call Fushimi-kun using the landline?"

"Mr. Fushimi called this morning and I relayed his message that you should stay a few more days. Please forgive me for taking the liberty of making this decision, Miss Tamako."

The butler lowered his head and bowed nineteen times: "I am so sorry!"

Seeing his sincere apology and the fact that it wasn't a big deal, Yuan Yuzi felt a little embarrassed and quickly waved her hand, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. I was just letting you know anyway, so it's good that you said it for me."

The butler looked grateful: "Miss Yuzi is so kind to be so understanding of a servant like me."

Yuan Yuzi was quite pleased, but also a little embarrassed. She laughed and waved her hand, saying politely, "You're just following the family head's orders. It's alright, it's alright. It's fine if I go back a couple of days later... If he misses me, he'll come looking for me."

The butler nodded, offered a few more compliments, and then smoothly changed the subject, saying that a famous mystery novelist, Yasuhiko Nishizawa, would be visiting, and that if Miss Tamako was interested, she could have a chat with him.

Minamoto no Tamako was naturally interested. She was a mystery novel enthusiast and a fan of Yasuhiko Nishizawa's books, so she was very much looking forward to it.

In the afternoon, Nishizawa Yasuhiko arrived as promised. Minamoto Tamako chatted with him for the entire afternoon, asking him about the plot of the book, the trajectory of the murder case, and the tragedy of the characters. In the end, she even got his autograph, which made her extremely happy.

If Fushimi-kun were here, she could show off so much... Even just using her phone would be fine; she could take an autographed photo and send it to Fushimi-kun.

That guy was just unlucky; it's his own fault for being so petty.

In the evening, the butler prepared a new activity—this time, a well-known running game host organized a large-scale situational interactive reasoning game at the Kujo family mansion.

At the start of the game, Minamoto no Tamako was having dinner when a group of guests suddenly arrived at the restaurant. After introducing themselves, everyone enjoyed their meal together. Suddenly, someone grabbed his throat, collapsed to the ground, and died of poisoning!

The host stood up, pretended to deduce something, and said the classic line, "So the murderer is among us, and no one is allowed to leave until the truth is found!"... He then explained to Minamoto Tamako that it was a game, and no one had actually died, and asked Minamoto Tamako if she was interested in participating.

Yuan Yuzi was practically coaxed into becoming an embryo, her face beaming with joy. How could she possibly refuse? She excitedly joined in and played all night long.

While she was having fun, the butler racked his brains to plan the next day's activities, trying every means to attract Miss Tamako's attention and immerse her in play, thus imprisoning her in the Kujo mansion in this non-violent way.

In short, it boils down to one sentence.

I am happy here and don’t miss Shu.

(End of this chapter)