Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 140 - 62: Fierce Attack!

Chapter 140: Chapter 62: Fierce Attack!

The postman, carrying a satchel, compared house numbers one by one according to the address on the envelope.

"603, 604, 605... Ah, found it, 606..." He knocked on the apartment door and shouted, "Mail package! Minamoto Tamako’s mail package!"

Fushimi Roku, hearing the shouting from the sofa, was too lazy to move and told Taira Sakurako to open the door. However, Sakurako was too shy and didn’t want to see strangers, and the postman at the door had a demeanor as if he wouldn’t leave without opening the door, so he could only drag himself with a drooping face and fluffy slippers to open the door.

"Uh, is the recipient Minamoto Tamako here..." The postman thought he might have delivered to the wrong place.

"She went out for something."

Fushimi Roku signed for the package without looking up and closed the door without waiting for the postman to confirm.

After returning to the living room, he casually tossed the package onto the coffee table and continued watching TV.

In recent years, buying houses in Tokyo requires a quota, and the real estate developers had a lottery show, with middle-aged couples or young couples either crying joyously or weeping painfully on the show every day. Fushimi Roku loved watching such programs, learning about Tokyo real estate locations along the way.

After watching for ten minutes or so, he glanced at the package on the coffee table, turned over to a new position, and stretched out his hand to pick up the package, weighing it.

It was square, a bit heavy, and even a bit resilient.

What’s inside this?

Fushimi Roku was somewhat curious, went to the bedroom to retrieve tools, and prepared to open the package and take a look. Although peeking at someone else’s private mail is wrong, as long as it isn’t discovered, it’s not considered peeking.

He melted the seal with a glass cup filled with boiling water, held the tongs to pull apart the folded white plastic bag, slightly smoothed it, and pulled out the contents of the package.

"1990 Great Snow Mountain unnamed corpse shooting case file - Photocopy"

Seeing the title on the file bag, Fushimi Roku’s heart sank. He casually flipped through a few pages. The photos of the established evidence were a bit blurry, yet the words "Heavenly Punishment" were still clear on the bullet... Moreover, the police gun’s number had been scratched off and altered with a few digits.

Minamoto Tamako might have only glanced at it back then and probably didn’t remember the police gun number, but Fushimi Roku didn’t want to gamble; her memory was frighteningly good, and he didn’t want to take such an unnecessary risk.

He rolled the photocopy into a tube and kept hitting the coffee table while quickly thinking about how to handle it.

At this moment, Fushimi Roku unintentionally caught sight of Taira Sakurako peeping at the room door, unclear how long she had been watching.

He didn’t mind Taira Sakurako secretly learning the technique of "Traceless Letter Opening," even gesturing for her to come closer, adding a few detailed points.

For example, paying attention to the water vapor on the glass cup, every time you heat the seal for no longer than five seconds, you should wipe the surface of the cup; and for example, when resealing afterward, you needed to complement the glue for drying...

Taira Sakurako listened with great interest, and as Fushimi Roku was explaining, he suddenly changed his tone: "After listening to so much, you shouldn’t learn for free, right? You know, knowledge is valuable, and learning skills costs tuition... Understand what I mean?"

Taira Sakurako took a Noh mask out from her bosom, put it on her face, the engraved expression looking somewhat unhappy.

Ever since watching Fushimi Roku interrogate Kamei Riko last night, she realized that learning to express one’s emotions is also very important. Otherwise, cherished people could easily become distant due to lack of emotional feedback.

After going home, she practiced in front of the mirror for a long time but couldn’t muster any expressions on her face.

Helplessly, Taira Sakurako came up with an alternative solution—like she is now, using a mask to express her mood.

"Why? Change to a smiling face quickly! It looks as if I’m bullying you," Fushimi Roku said, "I’m not taking your money, just need you to do me a little favor..."

Taira Sakurako was silent for a moment, fumbled through the masks in the box, and changed to one with a slightly resigned expression.

...

Half an hour later, Minamoto Tamako returned home.

She ran for fifty minutes today, couldn’t hold on any longer the last ten minutes. If she continued running, she estimated she’d die in the yard. Taking the elevator up, her heart was pounding, breathing heavily like Jun, almost drooling.

As soon as Minamoto Tamako entered the door, the warmth embraced her, making her feel alive again. She hurried to her room for a shower, then collapsed onto bed motionlessly.

Ah, lying in bed feels so good.

"Moses?" Fushimi Roku’s voice came: "Miss Tamako, I fancy a foot bath now, oh."

Minamoto Tamako gritted her teeth, thinking that guy was definitely doing it on purpose! Clearly just returned from the hot spring, and now wants a foot bath again, bath bath bath, isn’t he afraid of turning into a giant pickle!

Although annoyed, after all, it was something she agreed to do, she didn’t plan on going back on her word.

Minamoto Tamako pouted, got up to fetch a basin of hot water from the bathroom, and carried it into the living room. Passing by the coffee table, she spotted an unsealed black package on the table and curiously asked, "What’s this?"

"I don’t know, I was about to ask you, the postman just delivered it, it’s addressed to you."

Fushimi Roku, while speaking, rolled up his trousers: "Taira Sakurako insisted on opening it, I couldn’t stop her, had no choice but to let her."

"Eh..."

Minamoto Tamako put down the basin, opened the package and found a photocopy of the file, immediately overjoyed. But then she turned a page and discovered that part of the content was covered by crayon and ink stains, with all sorts of strange little doodles drawn on it.

"Ah! Sakurako, this is a very important photocopy, how could you scribble on it?" she couldn’t help but reprimand.

"Let it go, let it go, she’s just a kid!" Fushimi Roku acted as a mediator: "Really that important, why didn’t you just get it faxed over?"

"I asked already, the local police station is too remote, they don’t have a fax machine, had to be mailed over." Minamoto Tamako was in a bad mood, having troubled the local police once already, she really didn’t feel comfortable asking them to send it again.

Let it be, there aren’t that many stains, it’s still readable.

Minamoto Tamako turned her head, only to see Taira Sakurako wearing a resentful ghost mask, giving her a start, not knowing what role Sakurako was playing. Fushimi Roku took the opportunity to educate: "Next time don’t randomly touch other people’s private belongings, got it? It’s very impolite! You’re punished to memorize the 1985 legislative precedents."

Taira Sakurako hummed and walked back to her room with short steps.

Minamoto Tamako wondered if her tone was too harsh and hurt Sakurako’s feelings? She planned to comfort Sakurako, but Fushimi Roku kept urging her to start massaging his feet, so she begrudgingly squatted down.

Fushimi Roku looked down to see Minamoto Tamako wearing oversized dinosaur pajamas, the bunny squatted on the ground, her cowlick on top of her head swaying back and forth, she dipped her little hand into the water basin and cupped her own foot.

"Mm, let’s begin."

Fushimi Roku leaned back on the sofa, about to close his eyes to enjoy, but unexpectedly a shooting pain surged through his foot. As he opened his eyes, he saw Minamoto Tamako with a mischievous smirk, putting all her strength into attacking his soles with her knuckles!

"Ah!"