Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 74 Five Minutes of Defense
The cold wind blew through the hall, making a whistling sound in the corridor.

Fushimi Shika could hear his own breathing, hot air pouring out from the gaps in his mask, white mist filled his eyes, and he felt his eyelashes covered with a layer of mist.

This time was different from the last time. Killing Sakurai Chizuru was just a matter of course. He didn't think much when he shot, and he didn't have time to think much. But at this moment, he could taste the fear and excitement of hunting repeatedly in every breath, and he could feel the blood vessels pumping and gushing with every heartbeat.

The feeling is amazing, like hot magma bubbling in a container made of ice.

As the single-skin drum sounded, singing could be heard from inside the house, and Fushimi Lu knocked on the doors of every household.

He stood at the end of the corridor, waiting patiently for each tenant to open their door, watching them stick their heads out in confusion and shouting angrily.

He was lucky tonight as most of the residents had come out, saving him the trouble of prying open door locks from house to house.

Fushimi Shika clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention. He placed the hourglass on the ground, opened his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are all guilty. Perhaps some of you are not guilty of the crime, so I will give you five minutes to defend yourself."

The resident closest to the corridor looked up and down at the strange man in front of him. The cold wind blew into his raincoat, and the hem swayed. He took a step forward and reached out to grab the other person's collar: "You are such a weird guy--"

There was a muffled sound, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Fushimi Shika was holding a fruit knife, facing the opponent, and stabbed it into the opponent's chin from bottom to top, all the way to the handle.

The resident's trachea made a strange sound. He struggled to raise his hands, but after a moment they fell down weakly.

Fushimi Shika drew his sword, blood splattered, and the body collapsed at his feet. A system prompt popped up in front of him, but he didn't even look at it, and closed it after adding points by default.

"next."

He bent down, turned the hourglass over, and started counting again.

Someone screamed, but it was drowned out by the sound of rain and opera singing. Perhaps because they felt guilty, or because the thunder was terrifying, the residents on other floors stopped scolding Seiji Yasukawa for disturbing the public.

In the corridor, the residents started to stir. They first asked, "Where did this lunatic come from?", "What on earth are you trying to do?", "Murder is a serious crime, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail." Seeing that Fushimi Shika was unmoved, they started to curse him, using words like "bastard", "bastard", "lunatic", etc., but they still had no killing power on Fushimi Shika.

As the hourglass gradually reached the bottom, the crowd's anger reached a peak amidst the scolding. Someone shouted, "He's only one person!" The fear and anger in their hearts suddenly had an outlet, and they only waited for someone to take the lead, and then they rushed forward to beat up the madman.

The brave resident pulled out a folding knife from his waist and signaled others to go back to the room to get weapons: "Get rid of this guy too! Remember the father of that brat? Just like last time, let's deal with it together..."

There were sounds of doors opening and closing, and a few chaotic metal friction sounds in the corridor. More than a dozen men were holding weapons, and they all felt confident.

"Want to resist?"

Fushimi Shika used his toes to move the hourglass away, the corners of his mouth rising under his mask: "I'm so scared. Now I have to defend myself."

The leader's roar was like a charge horn.

A group of people came rushing over, Fushimi Shika swung his knife and was singing "A real man who does not seek revenge is in vain" when lightning pierced the night sky and the world turned black and white in an instant. He slid back, the knife flashed, and a puff of blood spurted out of the leading man's neck!

The sound of rain became heavier and heavier, the singing became more urgent, accompanied by the thumping of the single-skin drum, and roars rang out one after another. The plastic raincoat was covered with blood, and Fushimi-deer was like a wolf among sheep, with a sharp knife like fangs. At first he was a little unfamiliar, but in a blink of an eye he killed faster and faster, twisting and turning from the end of the corridor, and every step was accompanied by a splash of blood.

Flowing like water, every move cuts the throat.

The residents didn't even have time to scream, and they collapsed to the ground like wheat being cut. When Fushimi Shika was halfway through killing them, their morale collapsed, their anger disappeared, and only pure fear remained in their hearts. Several survivors tried to escape, but Fushimi Shika raised his gun and shot them, and they fell in front of their own doors one by one.

The gunshots were deafening, and the sound waves continued to echo in the corridor.

"What are you arguing about?! What are you making a fuss about again!!"

Nagashima Tsuyoshi was injured and was recuperating at home. He was too lazy to get up, but the noise outside was getting louder and louder. He could no longer bear it, so he angrily kicked the door open with a gun. With a clang, the door hit the outer wall, and the cold air with a strong smell of blood penetrated into his nose. He shuddered and goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck.

The singing had not stopped yet. The corridor was dark and Nagashima Tsuyoshi could vaguely see a dozen people lying on the ground. The only standing figure was staring at him.

slap.

Nagashima Tsuyoshi lowered his head, his feet felt sticky, as if he had stepped on some sticky liquid. The neighbor who lived next door was lying on the ground, reaching out to him, as if he wanted to say something.

Animals have an instinctive fear of the smell of their natural enemies. When a creature kills too many of its own kind, the survivors will assume it is their natural enemy, and the fear instinct will be deeply engraved in their DNA. Nagashima Tsuyoshi felt this instinct, just like a mouse meeting a cat, or a black sheep meeting a pack of wolves.

No words are needed, the murderous intent is obvious.

Nagashima Tsuyoshi took off the safety, raised the gun and pulled the trigger!
The opponent predicted his move, bent his waist and turned sideways, and the bullet passed by his shoulder in the flickering light of the fire.

The distance of seven steps was too short, and Nagashima Tsuyoshi had no chance to fire the second shot. A shadow flashed before his eyes, and he felt that the opponent's speed was astonishingly fast. Before he could react, the slide of the pistol was removed.

Fushimi Shika pointed a police gun at Nagashima Tsuyoshi's forehead, waved the gun, and motioned him to come in. The latter swallowed his saliva and walked back to his room. His apartment had water and electricity, and the kotatsu was on, so the room was warm as spring. As the two walked slowly through the entrance, two glaring bloody footprints appeared on the floor.

"Even the most heinous scum should have the most basic right to defense. You missed it just now, so I'll say it again now."

Fushimi Shika didn't care. He took out a spare hourglass from his pocket and placed it on the tatami:

"You'll have five minutes to defend yourself."

Nagashima Tsuyoshi breathed a sigh of relief. Since they could negotiate, everything would be fine. He was afraid that the other party was a psychopath who couldn't be communicated with. He had met a guy who suddenly went crazy and killed people randomly on the street before. There was no reason at all.

"Look, there's 15 million yen in my safe. If you kill me, you won't get a penny..."

"I know the rules of the underworld and I will never say a word to the police..."

"I didn't see your face, there's no need to kill me to silence me..."

……

As the gravel gradually slid away, the gun remained motionless. Nagashima Tsuyoshi's back was wet with cold sweat, and beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. He had done so many things that even if he wanted to confess and act pitiful, he didn't know which one the other party came for.

Five minutes later, the hourglass stopped.

"Are you done?" asked Fushimi Shika.

Nagashima Tsuyoshi licked his cracked lips and nodded hesitantly.

"I'm sorry," Fushimi Shika shrugged, "You failed to convince me, so I can only give you a not-so-dignified death."

Hearing this, Nagashima Tsuyoshi was desperate and immediately attacked, but was twisted and pushed to the ground by Fushimi Shika. The latter pulled out the handcuffs from his waist, pressed his knee on his neck, and rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Okay, where do I start..."

The door creaked as the wind blew it shut, and cold wind poured into the corridor. After a moment, a voice begging for mercy came from the crack of the door, "Please! Don't do this... Please, give me some quick death—"

What followed were shrill screams, occasionally mixed with cries for help. Yasukawa Seiji deliberately raised his voice, even if he was out of tune and hoarse, he wanted to drown out the cries for help from the other side.

"——After drinking the wine in the cup, he changed his clothes and went there. This book is the King of Hell that will take his life!!"

(End of this chapter)