Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 89: Tailing the Cake Maker
Ten million.

Fushimi Shika finished counting the money, and it was exactly 10 million yen, no more, no less. He sealed the money in plastic wrap and stacked it neatly.

Where to hide?
The police dormitory is small and simple in structure, and only a few colleagues visit on weekdays. If the room structure is changed, it will definitely attract the attention of Yuan.

So Fushimi Shika has been thinking about this problem since he got the money. He also deliberately cooked dinner on the third floor today. He has now figured out where to hide the money.

That’s right, hiding in the kitchen on the third floor is the best option.

Yuan Yuzi had a deep respect for her seniors. Just like a first-year kid didn't dare to go up to the second-year floor, she didn't dare to easily go up to the third floor and set foot in the 'residence of the seniors'.
Morimu Yalan also wouldn't go to the third floor. She had a stereotype about the living environment of the two rough policemen, thinking that the third floor must be full of cockroaches and rats. If there was anything on weekdays, she would stand on the first floor and call for help;
Although Kazama Takusai and Watanabe Shun lived on the third floor, these two bachelors would never go into the kitchen, as could be seen from the dust on the stove. At most, they would use the microwave to heat up their lunch boxes, and even the hot water for instant noodles was boiled in an electric kettle. The kitchen was their hidden place where they could "stay dark under the lamp".

And for him, Officer Fushimi Shika, as the only man who can cook in the Sugamo Station Front Section, isn't it normal for him to frequently go in and out of the kitchen on the third floor?

What's more, he had observed that the kitchen on the third floor had a suspended ceiling, and it was an integrated suspended ceiling. The ceiling panels on it were removable, so it was enough to hide a large sum of money.

Fushimi Ka cleaned the fingerprints off the banknotes and tape and put them back on the top shelf of the closet.

He sat by the door and waited for more than half an hour, but he didn't hear Watanabe Shun coming upstairs. He couldn't help but wonder why this guy was taking so long to collect the dishes.

Could it be that he hasn’t had enough to drink yet and is drinking alone downstairs?

Fushimi Shika planned to go downstairs to see what Watanabe Shun was up to under the pretext of helping to clean up the dishes.

He rearranged the pen refills and pieces of paper and walked down the stairs, only to find that the dishes on the table were half cleared away. A cold wind was blowing through the door, but there was no sign of Watanabe Shun.

What about people?

Fushimi stood at the entrance of Koban-dai, with his hands on his hips, looking around. The lights of the convenience store opposite were on. He crossed the street and asked if there was a patrolman with a crew cut who wanted to buy cigarettes. The clerk was sitting with his legs crossed reading a comic book, and said no without even looking up.

Weird.

He wondered what kind of urgent matter could Watanabe Shun have, as he ran away in such a hurry without even putting away the dishes or closing the door...

After thinking for a while without any clue, Fushimi Shika pretended that nothing happened. He put his hands in his pockets, hunched his neck, and crossed the road in the biting cold wind, intending to go back to the dealer and hide the money in the kitchen.

After walking a few steps, he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck and felt like someone was staring at him.

Fushimi Shika kept walking, pretending nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward, trotting into the gate and closing it behind him.

Then he quickly rushed to the second floor and looked at the street through the window gap.

The temperature dropped sharply tonight and there were few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally a postman would whizz by on his bicycle, but Fushimi Ka didn't see anyone stopping to follow him.

Is it an illusion?
Fushimi Shika frowned, thought for a moment, picked up his travel bag, took off his shoes, tiptoed up to the third floor, stepped on the stove and hid the money in the kitchen ceiling.

As long as the money was not exposed in his room, he still had a chance to argue.

After finishing his task, Fushimi Shika returned to his room, put on his shoes, went downstairs again, crossed the street, and walked into the convenience store.

"Welcome." The clerk still looked indifferent.

Fushimi bought a cup of noodles, asked for hot water, and sat by the convenience store window pretending to eat noodles. He looked at the passers-by, and the feeling of being watched lingered.

He was sure that someone was following him, and he was also sure that the person following him was not the clerk next to him. The guy was like an invisible man, hiding in a corner of the street, constantly looking at him.

"Tsk, what a master."

Fushimi Shika sighed. He hadn't felt this uneasy for a long time.

If he had been followed by someone in the past, Fushimi Shika would have thought it was a nymphomaniac who was eyeing his beauty and would not have investigated further; but now was different, he had something to hide, and the accomplice was also hiding a large sum of stolen money, so it was inevitable that he would be in a state of panic.

After all, he is not a professional killer, nor a trained professional spy. His anti-tracking ability comes from the Level 1 tracking technique, and the effect is just so-so - he can sense that someone is staring at him, but he just can't find the other person.

In desperation, Fushimi Shika could only add emergency skill points to the tracking technique.

Tracking skill Lv1→Lv2.

If it were in an anime, a golden experience bar upgrade effect would appear above his head, his eyes would be enchanted with a burst of energy, and he would have the same 3D analysis in his brain as Jigsaw Brother, and he would be able to tell where the opponent was hiding at once.

But the reality was that Fushimi Lu was slurping instant noodles with a sneaky look on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked out of the window. He looked for a long time before he realized where the stares were coming from.

He wiped his mouth with a tissue, threw the bowl of instant noodles with soup into the trash can, pushed open the door of the convenience store, and walked straight to the corner of the street.

There were a lot of cardboard boxes and paper sheets piled next to the recyclable trash bin. Fushimi Lu walked closer, stood next to the cardboard boxes, and squatted down.

After a moment, the cardboard box shook and turned in a different direction.

Fushimi Shika opened the box a little and saw a pair of sparkling eyes of the girl curled up in the box.

"How did you get out?" He sighed: "Is the welfare institution a bad place? Or did someone bully you again?"

The girl curled up in the cardboard box was none other than Sakurako Hira.

She blinked, turned her face away and did not respond.

Fushimi Shika was quite helpless. Ping Yingzi was also an eyewitness, and he didn't want to get too involved with this girl. After closing the cardboard box, he turned around and walked away, intending to pretend that he had seen nothing.

After taking only two steps, I heard the friction sound of cardboard boxes behind me.

Fushimi Shika looked back and saw that Ping Yingzi had followed him carrying a cardboard box. Seeing him look back, Ping Yingzi shrank back on the spot.

He took one step and Ping Yingzi followed with two steps. It seemed that she was planning to follow him all the way into the Koban.

"What do you mean? Are you relying on me?" asked Fushimi Shika.

Ping Yingzi didn't say anything and hid in the cardboard box like a turtle.

Fushimi Shika groaned and walked back to the office quickly. Hira Sakurako followed him in before the door closed. Through the gap in the paper, she saw Fushimi Shika pick up the receiver of the landline phone and quickly dial the number by pressing the buttons. It seemed that he was going to call the Welfare Department.

Ping Yingzi looked around and found a ballpoint pen. She pulled Fushimi's trouser leg and wrote a sentence on the cardboard in front of him.

"The pilot was kidnapped"

(End of this chapter)