Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 85 Evil Chant 2.0
Fushimi Lu turned on the faucet, soaked a towel, wiped the kitchen counter, and said nonchalantly: "Didn't you say you wouldn't bring your personal emotions into work? I've already forgiven you, what else do you want?"

Kazama Takusai was speechless for a moment. He really didn't expect Fushimi Shika to ask from such a tricky angle. This punch, with the power of traveling through time and space for thirty-four years, made him not know how to refute.

"I was just speaking of the matter. Last night..."

Before Kazama Takusai could finish his words, Fushimi Shika twisted the towel and interrupted with a sidelong glance: "You knocked on my door at about one in the morning last night, right? I heard it, but I just didn't want to answer it."

"Uh……"

Now Takusa Kazama has nothing to say.

After he finished his work last night, he wanted to talk to Fushimi Shika about his suspension. He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. He didn't think much of it at the time. It was common for young people to go out to drink to relieve their frustrations in the workplace.

To this day, when he learned the details of the Sugamo Apartment Massacre, his doubts were burning like fire. Once could be considered a coincidence, twice could be considered accidental, but three times was indeed a bit bizarre.

But he had no evidence and no reason to doubt Fushimi Shika. What if his intuition was wrong again? The only doubt was that Fushimi Shika was not in the dormitory last night, but at this moment Fushimi Shika easily covered up the loophole - he did knock on the door at around one o'clock, and it was reasonable for Fushimi Shika not to respond, which was in line with his stereotype of Fushimi Shika.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that to be personal, it's just, uh..."

"Do you doubt me?" Fushimi Shika threw the towel on the stove.

Without waiting for Takusai Kazama to explain, he put on a 'you're bullying me too much' expression, put his hands on his hips and said, "What did you say on your first day on the job? Apologize to me sincerely, and then continue to doubt me? Is this the style of an elite detective?"

Kazama Takusai opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. The wrinkles on his face became deeper, and his right eye was erratic. He vaguely felt that Fushimi Shika was making trouble, but he couldn't refute it.

"Do I look like a murderer?" Fushimi Shika pointed at his nose and asked, "Does the word murderer appear on my face?"

"Uh, sorry..."

"Sorry? So careless?" Fushimi Shika was unyielding.

Fengjian Takusai took a deep breath: "I'm sorry..."

"If apologies are useful, what's the point of having police? I was so angry when I heard these words that I was shaking all over. I was sweating all over and my hands and feet were cold on a hot day. Can this society ever be better? How should small patrolmen like us live to satisfy you?"

Fushimi Shika performed the Evil Chant version 2.0, originally intending to use it to strengthen and break Gen Tamaki's magic resistance, but he didn't expect that Kazama Takusai would run into the trap, so he simply used him as a target to test the effect.

As expected, Kazama Takusai's expression became more and more unnatural, and the effect was better than he had imagined.

He wondered whether he should squeeze out a few tears to accompany the next sentence, 'Tears flowed down uncontrollably, this country is full of oppression against patrolmen'... But then he noticed that Kazama Takusai's eyes changed from guilt to impatience to suspicion, and his expression changed as fast as the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

As the saying goes, too much is as bad as too little. Fushimi Shika quickly stopped talking and changed the subject, saying, "But I am broad-minded, so I won't make a fuss about it this time. I hope there won't be a next time."

Kazama Takusai said 'hmm' and turned away.

"Wait!" Fushimi Shika called him. Kazama Takusai turned around, and although he didn't say anything, his expression was like asking, "What else do you want to say?" Fushimi Shika didn't care. He picked up the towel again and said casually, "Don't sleep too deeply. Let's have dinner together later."

Takusai Kazama wanted to refuse, but Fushimi Shika said that this was a gathering for all the members of the team, and it was a welcome party to celebrate his and Watanabe Shun's reinstatement. Takusai Kazama was silent for a moment, but nodded and agreed.

Only when he returned to the dormitory and closed the door did Fushimi Shika breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had prepared in advance last night and put a tape recorder in the dormitory before going out. After returning to the dormitory, he immediately rewound and fast-forwarded to listen to all the recordings. Originally, he wanted to prevent Minamoto Tamako from harassing him in the middle of the night and arousing suspicion, but he didn't expect to record the knocking and shouting of Kazama Takusai.

Fushimi Shika knew it well, and from the outside, he had no motive to kill. Although Kazama Takusai still had some doubts, he only suspected coincidence.

All in all, I managed to get away with it this time.

He hummed a song, wiped the stove and started preparing the ingredients.

Fushimi Shika chopped the old hen with a knife, removed the head, skin, chicken feet, and hollowed out the internal organs. In his previous life, cooking chicken was not so troublesome, and he could use the whole chicken to make soup. But the Japanese are more disgusted, they don't eat chicken feet, and chicken internal organs can be fried, but they can't be used to make soup.

Cut the chicken into pieces and wash it. Add the soaked and chopped mushrooms, sliced ​​ginger, and an appropriate amount of astragalus. Finally, sprinkle some jujube, wolfberry, and cordyceps flower, two spoons of cooking wine and one spoon of salt, add water and simmer over low heat.

He originally wanted to make a Cantonese-style soup of old hen stew, but he couldn't buy Polygonatum odoratum and Angelica sinensis at Babaiwu, and longan pulp was only sold in fruit specialty stores, so he could only make a simple version to make do.

Then, he started cooking the salmon. First, cut the salmon into slices, add some Japanese "pure rice wine" before seasoning, sprinkle salt on both sides, let it sit for about five minutes, wait for the water in the fish slices to separate, wipe it clean with kitchen paper, season the salmon with salt and pepper, and finally fry it over low heat...

With a sizzling sound, the fragrance filled the air.

Fushimi Shika turned on the ventilation fan, and with a buzzing sound, white mist filled with the aroma of meat rushed out.

Yuan Yuzi was sitting in an office on the first floor, looking at herself in the mirror and admiring herself. Suddenly, her small nose twitched slightly, catching a hint of unusual fragrance. Yuan Yuzi raised her head, listened attentively for a while, and asked in confusion: "Is someone cooking upstairs?"

"Maybe the boss is heating up the lunch box."

Watanabe Shun didn't take it seriously, he was busy writing a self-criticism.

After the boss pulled him out, he asked him to copy another 30-page self-criticism. He hadn't finished writing the three-page self-criticism he owed last time. He bit the tip of the pen and racked his brains for a long time before he could write a single line. If the boss hadn't allowed him to fool around, he would have quickly written 33 pages of "I was wrong".

"wrong."

Yuan Yuzi stood up, breathing in and sniffing, and subconsciously walked to the stairs: "This smell... salmon... onions... those damn carrots... and maybe some chicken soup?"

"What?" Watanabe Shun put down his ballpoint pen, looking surprised: "Boss, you're eating such a rich meal? And you're eating it secretly without asking me? No, I have to get some."

He ran up to the third floor, and Yuan Yuzi followed him holding the airplane head. The two followed the aroma into the kitchen. Fushimi Lu heard the footsteps and glanced back: "Are you hungry? Haven't had dinner yet? Go clear the table and prepare for dinner."

(End of this chapter)