Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 59: Ghost in the Apartment
Before Yuan Yuzi could recover from the shock, the whole corridor suddenly became noisy. Several residents opened their doors and windows, shouting and cursing, and even shouts could be heard from the building opposite:
"Anchuan, if you keep singing that crap of yours, I'm going to rip your mouth off!"

"You bastard, you're disturbing the people again! All you do all day is play your shamisen!"

"Bounce, bounce, bounce, I'm going to bounce your mother's head—"

The door from which the Noh opera singing came slammed shut, and the sad and sorrowful voice stopped abruptly. A man holding a pipe wrench walked out from the opposite door and banged on the door, shouting and cursing: "Come out! I can't stand it anymore. If you don't come out, I'll break your door lock!"

Fushimi Shika whistled, crossed his arms over his chest, tapped his left toe backwards, and leaned against the handrail of the stairs. He liked to watch this kind of excitement, and it would be best if there was a fight. If someone died, he would report it directly to the criminal police team, and he would not have to worry about the rest.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing!" Yuan Yuzi hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and held back the person who was knocking on the door: "Sir, please calm down..."

"Calm down? You told me to calm down? You looked into my eyes. Do you know I haven't slept in a few days?"

The man wielded a pipe wrench, his eyes red. He was wearing work clothes and was covered in oil. He looked like a repairman. Without waiting for Yuan Yuzi to respond, he hit the door lock with great force, and the door panel was slightly deformed. It seemed that he was about to have a mental breakdown.

Yuan Yuzi was so frightened that she was sweating profusely and her legs were shaking like sieves. Although she was scared to death, she still said with a stiff upper lip: "No, no, no, you, you go to bed now. I promise to communicate with this resident and ask him to stop disturbing others..."

"Ah? Who do you think you are? Don't think you are great just because you are wearing black leather!" The man smashed the door with a pair of pliers again, turned sideways and bent slightly, looking down at Yuan Yuzi, with a look of surprise and malicious desire in his eyes: "Huh? You are good-looking! Do you want to come to my house and have a seat..."

Before he could finish his words, the man's head slammed against the door, and his cheek was squeezed and deformed by a big hand. Fushimi Shika twisted his arm, snatched the pipe wrench and smashed it hard in front of him before he could struggle.

"I'm pretty good-looking too," Fushimi Shika pressed his thumbs into the man's eye sockets, causing him to scream miserably. He jokingly said, "Why don't you invite me to your house to play?"

The pipe pliers blocked Yuan Yuzi's view. She didn't know what the man was screaming about. She thought that Fushimi Shika had hurt the man with his hand, so she hurriedly tried to dissuade Fushimi Shika from using violence.

The latter snorted coldly, grabbed the man's hair, turned him around, kicked him back to the door opposite, and threw the pipe wrench in.

The man closed his right eye, gasped for a moment, then lay on the ground and turned his head, his other eye full of resentment.

——「Criminal Index: 36%」

He is a serious criminal and would be beaten to death without any guilt.

Fushimi Shika put his hand on his holster and just glanced down. The man shuddered and hurriedly closed the door with his foot.

The shouting and cursing in the corridor stopped abruptly. Fushimi looked back and saw that all the residents had retreated behind their doors. He shouted, "Why are you shouting?! It's not like we're not going to deal with it. Are you so anxious to reincarnate?"

Yuan Yuzi's little head was buzzing. In her imagination, patrol officers should be deeply respected by the residents. When it was evening, she stood in front of the police station like a soldier, and a group of little kids wearing yellow hats would surround her after school and shout, "Sister Yuzi, you are awesome. I want to be a police officer like you in the future."

Although she thought that the actual work would be harder before coming here, this is obviously not a question of whether it is hard or not?! That guy is not afraid of her at all!

Yuan Yuzi lowered her head. The police badge on her chest was perfectly placed, not crooked at all. The baton and handcuffs were also inserted at her waist. Her gun was loaded with two blanks and three live rounds. She looked very majestic... So what went wrong? Why didn't her words work?
Could it be that it's because I look too weak?!
Yuan Yuzi always ranked last in physical test scores, so she had some idea about this. When she thought of this, she was deeply shocked, her legs went limp and she knelt on the ground, acting like a loser in a sports anime.

She has been treated as a little pudding since she was a child. She thought that after working hard to become a patrol police, she finally counterattacked and became the cold and stern Lady Yuzi. As long as she put on a gun, people would be afraid of her and she would become a powerful crime nemesis... She didn't expect that others still didn't take her seriously.

Is it true, as my mother said, that only those who are born strong are suitable to be police officers? It's not fair! This is too unfair!

"What's wrong? Can't you stand up?" Fushimi Kanoko said that after all, he had seen corpses many times, so he shouldn't be scared to such a cowardly state, right?
But then he changed his mind and remembered that when Yuan Yuzi went to the teaching building with him to steal the anonymous letter, she was also so scared that her legs were shaking... He didn't know what the standard of Yuan Yuzi's fear was.

With such courage, why do you insist on becoming a policeman?

"No, it's okay."

Yuan Yuzi forced herself to stand up, she looked up and asked: "Do I look unimpressive? Don't laugh! I'm asking you seriously!"

"..."

Fushimi Shika was silent for a moment and chose to change the subject: "Let's deal with the nuisance first."

Business is more important. Yuan Yuzi repeatedly reminded herself in her heart not to bring personal emotions into work.

With a tense face, she knocked on the door that was twisted and deformed, and shouted, "Mr. Yasukawa! Is Mr. Yasukawa here? I'm patrol officer Gen Tamako from the Sugamo Station. Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

Just now she heard other residents angrily cursing "bastard Anchuan", so she guessed that Anchuan was the last name of this resident. Even though she knew someone was inside, she still asked politely if he was there.

After a while, there was a faint rustling sound behind the door. Before Yuan Yuzi could urge her, the door of the apartment was pushed open a crack, and cloudy pupils looked at the two people through the crack of the door: "Patrolman?"

"Yes," Yuan Yuzi straightened her chest, her black winter police uniform jacket flat, trying to make herself look more imposing, "Many residents have complained about your noise disturbance, and we have noticed that you sing Noh plays during your breaks..."

"I'm not disturbing anyone," the man in the house interrupted, "I'm saving them."

The voice sounded particularly shrill and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female.

Yuan Yuzi immediately pulled out a small notebook, took out a ballpoint pen from her chest pocket, and asked seriously: "Why do you say that? Has anyone received a death threat? Or is there something wrong with your mental state?"

The man in the room did not answer, but asked: "Did you notice the porcelain bowl on the ground?"

"I noticed that there is a bowl of salt at the door of every house on this floor," Gen Tamako asked, "but what does this have to do with your Noh performance?"

"Some time ago, a woman jumped to her death. Since then, ghosts have often appeared in the corridors and hallways... Everyone said that the woman came back to take her life."

The person in the room paused, and his voice became more and more difficult: "I sang the ghost play to comfort her soul. Otherwise, she would kill all of us sooner or later."

Yuan Yuzi said "Oh" and lowered her head to take notes while speaking: "It seems that you are a little mentally ill. I suggest you get treatment as soon as possible. If necessary, I can help you contact a public welfare psychologist..."

Before Yuan Yuzi could finish her words, Fushimi Shika interrupted her and asked, "The ghost you're talking about... is it the thing at the end of the corridor?"

She was startled and followed Fushimi's gaze, only to see a vague figure standing in the depths of the dark corridor. It had disheveled hair and a strange posture, with its feet on tiptoe, as if staring at them.

——Not like a living person.

(End of this chapter)