Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 535 Nighttime Aerobic Exercise
Genji's first reaction was dissatisfaction.

After all her hard work in mediating the dispute, Fushimi Shikaga dismissed all her efforts with a single word at home. How could she possibly accept that?

"How did you mess it up?" Gen Tamako walked around to Fushimi Shika's side, blocking Fushimi Shika from watching TV.

Fushimi Shika stretched her neck, leaned to the side, and half-reclined on the sofa, bypassing Genji Tamako, staring at the screen as she stuffed potato chips into her mouth: "Use your own brain to think about it..."

"No!" Minamoto no Tamako slapped Fushimi Shika's face with both hands, pressed his head down, and forced him to look directly at her: "Explain yourself now!"

Fushimi Shika pouted, still holding a bag of potato chips, and casually asked, "If we were arguing, and a third party said, 'Stop arguing, or I'll arrest you both'... what would you think?"

Yuan Yuzi tilted her head and actually imagined it: "Why would they arrest me? I definitely didn't do anything wrong..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Fushimi Shika pointed a potato chip at her nose. "See? That's the 'I'm not wrong' mentality. The Kuroda couple both think they're not wrong, they're just forced into a temporary truce by 'Detective Tamako's' intimidation."

"What do you mean by being forced by my tyranny? I was clearly trying to reason with them!" Gen Tamako was even more indignant, forcefully squeezing Fushimi Shika's face, causing Fushimi Shika's cheeks to be compressed into an oval shape.

"You mean, Zun-du?" Fushimi Shika mumbled, pouting. "Think carefully. Weren't you using the 'law' to force them to provide evidence to accuse each other?"

Genji was taken aback and let go of her hand, only then realizing that what Fushimi Shika said seemed to make some sense.

That wasn't all. Fushimi Shika continued, "Think about it carefully. If it were you, and I presented evidence to accuse you of the mistakes you made, how would you feel?"

Genji Tamako felt a little guilty: "I'll be very angry..."

Fushimi Shika nodded, munching on potato chips: "That's right. Mutual attacks will only intensify the conflict. You didn't try to stop them today; you just poured a bucket of oil on them when they were arguing heatedly... They realized that this bucket of oil might also kill them, so they chose to temporarily reconcile."

"Then, what should I do?" Minamoto Tamako was a little at a loss.

If you ask her to investigate a case, even if she doesn't have any leads, she'll at least have some direction for the investigation; but asking her to handle marital relationships is way too much of a stretch... She's not even married herself, so where does she get the experience to advise others on their married life?

This is where Fushimi Shika, who has handled hundreds of divorce cases, should step in. He simply and decisively said, "Let's get a divorce, what else can we do?"

"Can't you try to persuade them again? Wouldn't it be wrong to just let them get divorced like this?" Yuan Yuzi felt a little guilty, as if she had ruined a marriage.

"Isn't this kind of marriage painful?" Fushimi Shika sat up straight and continued watching TV. "It's better to part amicably sooner rather than later, so that they can be freed from this burden."

"Maybe I can change their minds and make them happy again?" Minamoto Tamako began to fantasize about a TV drama plot.

Similar plots often appear in family dramas airing at 8 PM, such as the seven-year itch in a marriage, where couples rediscover their initial passion after encountering numerous changes; or a couple growing apart, only to discover each other's shining qualities through an unexpected turn of events...

Even in similar detective dramas, couples who survive a disaster often reconcile.

"What are you dreaming about?" Fushimi Shika delivered a merciless blow: "Adults don't easily admit their mistakes, nor do they change their minds. Even if you persuade them for ten thousand years, they'll still be the same."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Yuan Yuzi plans to visit them when she has time, acting as an emotional mediator so that they can express their grievances one by one and then resolve the issues one by one.

Fushimi Shika remained noncommittal. He was too lazy to get involved in such messy matters. Since Gentama was willing to take care of it, he had no reason to stop her. He just let Gentama do it, considering it a chance for her to gain some life experience.

After discussing work-related matters, it's time to talk about personal things.

Hira Sakurako recounted her day at school, which sounded like a diary entry. In short, she went to class, played with Mai, and bullied Shota together...

Minamoto no Tamako had told her several times not to bully others. But Hirako didn't think it was bullying, and besides, Shota was a boy who often teased them, so she had to get revenge.

After watching an episode of a TV program, Fushimi Shika got up to make dinner.

Seeing this, Yuan Yuzi habitually went to the living room to clean up the trash. She turned around, exclaimed "Eh!", rested her chin on her hand, bent down and stared at the gleaming floor, asking, "This...did you mop the floor?"

“Yes,” Fushimi Shika said while washing the vegetables.

"incredible!"

Yuan Yuzi's eyes widened as she checked the sofa again. She found that there were no food scraps in the gaps of the cushions, no leftover snacks on the coffee table, and even the trash can was clean. The potato chip bag from earlier had been neatly folded and placed in the non-recyclable garbage bag.

"What's going on?" Genji had a bad feeling. Whenever Fushimi-kun started doing good deeds, it meant that the guy was about to have a big one coming out.

"What? What's going on?" Fushimi Shika stood in the kitchen peeling vegetables, without turning his head.

"Why are you suddenly doing housework?" Gen Tamako peeked into the kitchen doorway. "What's going on? You don't want to get your things stamped again, do you?"

"No, I just think you work a bit too hard doing housework," Fushimi Shika said casually.

Yuan Yuzi was shocked, wondering if Shika-kun had finally come to understand human nature. After all her hard work and efforts to influence him, had she finally managed to pull that lazy, petty, and selfish Shika-kun onto the right path?
At this moment, some background music should have started playing, but unfortunately, she couldn't think of a suitable song. She was overjoyed but didn't know how to express it, so she went into the kitchen, stood on tiptoe, and patted Fushimi Shika's head: "Not bad, not bad! Great!"

Fushimi Shika is truly a bit rebellious. He felt uncomfortable being praised and glanced at her sideways, saying, "I didn't say you don't have to do housework anymore, it's just a matter of sharing the workload, understand?"

Minamoto no Tamako still looked pleased. Even if it was just about sharing the cost, it was an unprecedented step forward. She was very satisfied, nodding and smiling, and even patted Fushimi Shika's hair.

Fushimi Shika couldn't free herself, so she had no choice but to let her be.

An hour later, dinner was ready. Tonight we'll have braised lion's head meatballs, Kung Pao chicken, winter melon and pork rib soup, and garlic water spinach.

When Fushimi Shika brought out the last steaming bowl of winter melon and pork rib soup, its rich aroma filled the entire living room.

Minamoto no Tamako and Hirako were already too enticed by the aroma to sit still. Hirako even sneaked into the kitchen, wanting to steal a piece of peanut from the Kung Pao Chicken, but Fushimi Shika gently tapped the back of her hand with her chopsticks.

"Don't steal any food," he said sternly.

Ping Yingzi remained expressionless and silent, staring longingly at the plate. The Kung Pao Chicken was glossy with a dark brown sauce, the chicken was tender and juicy, the peanuts were golden and crispy, and it was garnished with red chili peppers and bright green scallions. Just looking at it made one's mouth water.

After the three of them sat down, Yuan Yuzi couldn't wait to pick up a piece of braised lion's head meatball. The meatball was stewed until it was soft and tender, and a gentle poke would release a rich sauce. She took a bite, and her eyes instantly lit up: "Mmm! So tender! The meat juice is so fragrant! There must be water chestnuts in the filling, right? They're crunchy, the texture is amazing!"

Fushimi Shika didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and ate his rice.

Next, Gentama picked up a piece of diced chicken with her chopsticks. The chicken was tender and juicy, the sauce was sweet and spicy, and the peanuts were crunchy, making it a delightful treat. She ate her rice with the sauce, while Hiraoko wielded her chopsticks with lightning speed. The only sounds on the table were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the sounds of chewing.

Soon, the three of them finished eating and drinking. Fushimi Shika threw down his chopsticks and reverted to his old ways, asking Minamoto no Tamako and the others to wash the dishes while he went back to his room to take a shower and rest.

Yuan Yuzi was already used to it. She had a small mouth and ate slowly. She hadn't finished eating yet, and her cheeks were bulging as she chewed.

"Sakura, eat more, you're still growing." She put food on Hira Sakura's plate, thinking that Hira Sakura shouldn't be as short as her in the future: "You need to have a balanced diet, don't just eat meat, eat some water spinach too." But Hira Sakura didn't appreciate it. In order not to eat water spinach, she attacked Gen Tamako in the same way, "You shouldn't just eat meat either, or you'll become a fat detective."

Yuan Yuzi's chewing mouth suddenly stopped.

With rice grains still clinging to her lips, she glanced down at her stomach and asked somewhat anxiously, "Have I gotten fat?"

"You've definitely gained weight. You eat so much every day, high in oil, salt, and carbohydrates. And you haven't been exercising much lately, have you? You used to make sure you could work out." Hira Sakura shook her head, picked the water spinach out of the bowl, and sighed, "Ever since you started dating Fushimi Shika, you've become less and less disciplined."

Yuan Yuzi awkwardly put down her chopsticks, said she was full, and hurriedly went downstairs with a trash bag.

She claimed she was going to throw out the trash, but actually went to the pharmacy to weigh herself on a free scale.

One hundred and twelve catties.

I've really gained weight.

Minamoto no Tamako suddenly felt a little anxious. Fushimi-kun's cooking skills were just too good. She was eating and drinking to her heart's content with him every day for free, and occasionally enjoying Fushimi-kun's desserts. It was really hard to control her weight!

Is this what it means to indulge in love?
She pinched her tummy. Although it wasn't very big visually, just soft, she still missed her flat stomach from before, when she even had some abs...

No, I have to keep exercising starting tomorrow!

As for dieting, I'll never diet in my life. It's not healthy at all. The only way to lose weight is through exercise. Exercise is the key!

Yuan Yuzi was deeply influenced by the older generation and believed that one should eat more and move more.

Work is already tiring enough; it's a rare treat to enjoy some good food. If even this little bit of pleasure is taken away, then I might as well be dead.

After she got home, she took a shower and told Fushimi Shika about it while she was drying her hair.

The latter was lying on the bed reading comics. Japan's comic industry is really developed, with all sorts of interesting comics that are endless. He found it very interesting and became addicted without even realizing it.

Hearing Minamoto no Tamako's complaint, Fushimi Shika said without looking up, "Here's a little-known fact: kissing burns calories, almost like doing aerobics."

This was the rumor he had heard and used the most in his previous life.

In fact, light kissing burns about two to three thousand calories per minute, which is close to the basal metabolic rate when sitting still, only slightly higher than when completely still. More passionate kissing, such as continuous kissing with slight physical activity, burns about five to seven thousand calories per minute, similar to the calorie consumption of a slow walk, which is far from achieving the effect of aerobic exercise.

It's just a complete fabrication to trick girls into kissing.

Yuan Yuzi was stunned for a moment, then snapped the hair dryer off: "Really?"

Fushimi Shika turned the page of the manga and casually said, "If you don't believe me, go look it up in an encyclopedia!"

Yuan Yuzi was skeptical: "Is such a thing recorded in the encyclopedia?"

Fushimi Shika said with certainty, "It's written in the future encyclopedia."

Minamoto no Tamako thought to herself that since it was written in the encyclopedia, it must be true. It seemed that she had no choice but to kiss Fushimi-kun in order to lose weight.

Gen Tamako shook her head and quickly blew her hair out, transforming it back into the hairstyle of a golden lion king.

She reached out and turned off the room light, slipped into bed, snuggled up to Fushimi Shika, and whispered, "Want to lose weight together?"

“I’m in great shape,” Fushimi Shika said.

His attribute values ​​have reached their limit; to continue improving them, he needs to complete specific upgrade tasks.

Having so many attribute points was a waste, so Fushimi Shika used them as a special weight loss drug.

He often stayed at home, which led to him becoming increasingly obese, losing muscle, and experiencing a decline in his physical attributes. Whenever there was a visible change, he would use his attribute points to max out his strength, and his physique would immediately return to normal.

This is Fushimi Shika's secret to maintaining his figure.

Minamoto no Tamako didn't believe her. She lifted Fushimi Shika's pajamas, reached out her little hand and touched her abs. There really wasn't an ounce of fat. She immediately raised her eyebrows: "Have you been secretly working out behind my back? No wonder you've been taking days off from work every day. Did you go to the gym while I was away?"

"No," Fushimi Shika replied truthfully.

"Then what happened?" Yuan Yuzi asked seriously, patting her sinful abs with her small hands. "There's not a single bit of 'happy soft flesh' left. Where are your potato chips? Where is your cola? Have they all evaporated?"

"I'm naturally strong and have extraordinary talent!" Fushimi Shika shamelessly leaned closer to Minamoto Tamako: "But if you want to lose weight, I can help you."

Genji Tamako angrily bit down on it.

The two snuggled into bed and kissed for about ten minutes. Just as Fushimi Shika was about to reach out, Genji Tamako slapped her hand away, saying, "We're doing aerobics! Focus!"

"I also have a more effective aerobic exercise program that I recommend you try..."

Before Fushimi Shika could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a small light through the crack in the door. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Hira Sakurako, that mischievous kid, had finished her dinner and was secretly taking pictures again.

He quickly got up, confiscated the video camera, and told Ping Yingzi to obediently wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, she was to take a shower and go to bed.

Ping Yingzi had no choice but to comply, since she had already received the money.

After Pingyingzi left, Yuanyuzi refused to kiss her again. She was worried that Pingyingzi would see or hear it, and she wouldn't let her touch her no matter what.

Fushimi Shika had no choice but to give up, secretly thinking that he would get rid of this little third wheel when he had some free time.

The two slept peacefully, and nothing was said that night.

The next morning, the alarm clock rang, and the three of them got up on time. Fushimi Shika went to take Hirako to school. This time, he didn't have an excuse to ask for leave. After dropping off the elementary school student, he went to work obediently.

As soon as he entered the police station, Fushimi Shika sensed that something was wrong.

He saw Yuan Yuzi sitting alone at her workstation, looking lost and dejected, while her colleagues were whispering among themselves. He went over to inquire and found out what had happened.

One of the couple that Yuan Yuzi was in charge of yesterday died last night.

Mutsuko Sakai stabbed Kotaro Kuroda to death with a knife.

(End of this chapter)