Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 117 - 39: Minamoto Tamako’s Hidden Attributes

Chapter 117: Chapter 39: Minamoto Tamako’s Hidden Attributes

Fushimi Roku perfectly embodied what it meant to be an extreme egoist. He believed that for the strong to control power, they must learn to use and create information asymmetry; learning and digesting knowledge was just the most basic of basics.

He acted as if he was speaking with difficult kindness, but in reality, he was in a great mood, and with a stern face, he said, "I’m making you recite not to punish you for stealing money, but to make you understand the consequences, so you can better weigh gains and losses in the future. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Taira Sakurako said from inside the box.

"Will you steal again?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"I won’t steal again." Taira Sakurako said.

"Wrong!" Fushimi Roku lifted the cardboard box and stuffed a quilt inside, "Did I just teach you for nothing? You have to learn to use the rules. Do you not understand what this sentence means?"

Taira Sakurako lay inside the cardboard box, wrapped tightly and feeling especially warm. Seeing her shake her head in bewilderment, Fushimi Roku sighed and said, "Looks like you don’t have the talent I had when I was a kid! The money is right there. I won’t dare make a fuss if it’s stolen. Why wouldn’t you steal it?"

Taira Sakurako didn’t answer, she felt Fushimi Roku was out of his mind.

"The correct approach is to continue stealing next time, but find a way to prevent me from noticing; if I do find out, you need to think about how to deny it. Say, ’This isn’t stealing, this is taking,’ or ’This was my reward to begin with’ — and finally, if it goes to court, you need to know how to defend yourself." Fushimi Roku taught attentively.

"What if you still won’t be reasonable?" Taira Sakurako asked.

Fushimi Roku lay back on the bed, just covering himself with the quilt, he thought to himself that this kid has some talent after all! At least she could predict that his next lesson would be unreasonable, and he had already thought about how to educate Taira Sakurako: ’Ha! You steal just because I tell you to? The prerequisite for negotiation is equality; do you think our positions are equal? Now feel the iron fist of an adult!’

"So you have to find a way to make me reason with you, wait until you have that confidence, and then come and steal my money." Fushimi Roku said, closing his eyes.

He had slept during the day but hadn’t slept enough. To complete his eight-plus hours of sleep, he chose to stubbornly sleep with his eyes closed.

Unsurprisingly, he had nightmares again.

Fushimi Roku didn’t sleep well all night, waking up four or five times intermittently, wanting to sleep but couldn’t sleep deeply, wanting to wake but feeling a bit drowsy. When he woke up around six in the morning, he had a splitting headache, feeling like he drank fake alcohol.

This can’t continue; his schedule is as chaotic as Sugamo’s public order. He must really adjust his routine.

Fushimi Roku got up to wash up, planning to rest today and have Senior Feng take over. They had previously agreed to cover each other for a month, but now that they were both about to be transferred, he figured a few days of slacking off wouldn’t be too bad.

Besides Watanabe Shun, everyone else got up early. Kujo Yua got dressed, boiled water to make herself a cup of coffee, sent Kazama Tatsuya out to buy two salads, and called Minamoto Tamako upstairs for breakfast.

Minamoto Tamako heard her mother calling her to eat, although she pouted unwillingly, she went back to her room honestly to eat her greens. Neither mother nor daughter spoke a word while eating, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Fushimi Roku and Kazama Tatsuya were eating instant noodles on the first floor, chatting about promotions, when Kazama Tatsuya suddenly and inexplicably said to him, "Take care of yourself."

"What did I do?" Fushimi Roku looked up.

"You know what you’ve done, I don’t want to bring it up or investigate it." As Kazama Tatsuya slurped his noodles, his eyes were reading the newspaper on the table.

"Still holding a grudge over that thing? In the end, I was the victim, right? We might continue being colleagues, so let’s get along..."

"Who’s your colleague? Don’t forget that I’m now the instructor, and even if you get into the Criminal Department, my rank is higher than yours."

Kazama Tatsuya’s current rank was Police Inspector; last year he had a chance to become Police Chief but rejected it. For personal reasons, he chose to apply for a transfer to Hokkaido, stating he wanted to ’relax over there’... which makes sense, as he is an ’Edo child’, commonly called an old Tokyoite.

Because of this, after transferring to the domain of the Hokkaido police, he naturally wasn’t favored by his superiors. The head of the Criminal Department said they would demote him to a police box to grind down his temper, but the true intention was also to stuff him back into the Police Department.

"Alright, alright, got it, Officer Kazama..."

Fushimi Roku responded weakly, thinking that indeed, a higher ranked official can crush you.

If he encountered a difficult superior during his internship at the police station, he would definitely choose to resign, not bearing such grievances... Even if Minamoto Tamako begged him on her knees, it wouldn’t work! That old aunt actually said Minamoto Tamako could keep him around, what a huge joke, it’s time to show them what a sigma man is.

With this thought, Fushimi Roku absentmindedly poked at his noodle bowl, not knowing whether that little girl was still mad at him.

It’s rare to see naive little lambs like Minamoto Tamako these days; letting her go would indeed be a pity. He wouldn’t apologize for what he did; he just thought, from a practical standpoint, that the cost-effectiveness of coaxing Minamoto Tamako was the highest... Yes, that’s it.

Kazama Tatsuya finished eating his instant noodles, even drinking the soup. He wiped his mouth, folded the newspaper, and stood up saying, "Didn’t I mention before that you resembled someone annoying with your gaze?"

"Hmm? Did you?" Fushimi Roku pretended not to know.

Kazama Tatsuya didn’t mention who that person was, he brought it up out of nowhere and then dropped it, taking his newspaper to the restroom to clear his bowels.

Fushimi Roku guessed that he was referring to some death row inmate, so he didn’t pursue the matter, not wanting to ask for trouble.

After breakfast, Kujo Yua patted Minamoto Tamako’s head, and the latter immediately calmed down. Minamoto Tamako reiterated that she would definitely investigate a case to prove herself, but her tone was no longer as aggressive as the night before, more like she was having a small spat with her mother.

Kujo Yua didn’t mind either, she called her assistant to bring a car to pick her up. Before leaving, she called Fushimi Roku to the front of the police box, intending to privately tell him something under the guise of waiting for the car together.

"Do you smoke?" She took a lady’s cigarette out of her trench coat pocket.

"I don’t smoke."

"Hmm, don’t pick up such a bad habit; Tamako doesn’t like the smell of smoke." Kujo Yua said, lighting a cigarette for herself.

Fushimi Roku had his hands in the pockets of his police uniform jacket, squinting at her, not knowing what play she was acting now.

"Perhaps because of me, Tamako has a natural wariness towards male-female relationships; she feels love is unreliable, in short, she lacks a sense of security in romantic relationships."

Kujo Yua glanced sideways, looking at Fushimi Roku with a side profile, neither willing to face each other: "When she was young, her father and I divorced. Not long after, that guy died of illness, and Tamako always held a grudge about this."

"You might have misunderstood, she and I aren’t that kind of relationship..."

"Whatever, I don’t care, just giving you a reminder. Only when Tamako is in absolute control in a relationship can she confirm the relationship; don’t be fooled by her seemingly easy-to-bully appearance, her desire for control and possession is stronger than mine."

After speaking, Kujo Yua pressed her cigarette butt out on Fushimi Roku: "If that day comes, I hope you remember my warning. Even if she initiates it, I have the final say, understand?"

The Toyota Crown broke through the snow fog and slowly stopped in front of the police box. Kujo Yua opened the car door, and her assistant knowingly got out of the car, moving to the front passenger seat. She gently stepped on the accelerator, the car passing through the crossing, disappearing behind the raised barrier.

Fushimi Roku clicked his tongue, turning his head to see Kazama Tatsuya leaning against the police box window. They exchanged looks, and Kazama Tatsuya used the newspaper to cover his face: "Now that I’m getting older, my ears aren’t what they used to be..."

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