Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 157 - 79: The Copy Ninja Kakashi Tamako

Chapter 157: Chapter 79: The Copy Ninja Kakashi Tamako

Early the next morning, before it was even light out, Master Lu, who had only slept for four hours, was out working again.

He was running back and forth, involved in the police’s high-intensity investigation work, harboring more resentment than ghosts. Kujo Yua, under the banner of "Rebuilding Toshima’s Harmonious Public Order," turned Sugamo upside down... In some sense, this was a massive purge, with the courts convening every day, and the prisons almost overflowing.

The Sugamo riot incident made headline news, and TV stations were broadcasting real-time updates daily. The director of the Feng Island Police Station bowed first, apologizing to the public.

The Police Department now had a reason for large-scale clean-ups, everyday raising batons to beat up Yakuza. The so-called ’legalization of the underworld’ was practically ’expulsion from humanity’—since this person was part of the underworld, they deserved whatever treatment they got, even drafting such outrageous unwritten rules into law.

Torture to extract confessions was the least of it; if you dared to pull out a gun, you’d be shot in the street.

As things developed to this point, it no longer mattered how Kamei Yuusaku died, since he was certainly killed by the Heavenly Punishment Group.

After all the investigation, they still didn’t find Kazama Tatsuya, but caught a lot of members of the Heavenly Punishment Group, each claiming they used to be members of the Yamaguchi Group/Inakawa Association/Sumiyoshi Association/Kudou Association.

As long as the real culprit wasn’t caught, the investigation (cleansing) work couldn’t stop for a single day.

Fushimi Roku looked at the situation, estimating the case wouldn’t wrap up for at least a year and a half, and figured even if he worked himself to death like a beast of burden, it was useless, so he simply took a leave, claiming he needed to go home to care for a sick roommate.

The director approved the leave without a word.

Kujo Yua knew about this but turned a blind eye, calling back her own miserable assistant, and asked the assistant to pass a message to Fushimi Roku to keep an eye on Minamoto Tamako and not to get any funny ideas.

Fushimi Roku walked home alone, having figured out he wasn’t some all-knowing god, and dealing with this mess was just too hard for him. Although he caused this trouble, he just didn’t want to clean it up anymore, for no other reason than simply:

Laziness.

He had been busy for a month because of this, equivalent to a year’s workload... Though it was only early February now, his workload for the year was already complete.

Fushimi Roku used a key to unlock the door, pushed it open, and casually kicked off his shoes with his left foot on his right foot. He slipped into plush slippers in the living room and flopped onto the sofa, using a remote to turn on the TV.

Minamoto Tamako heard him come back, quickly put down her detective novel, and ran out of the room excitedly.

After taking a month’s vacation, she was glowing again, back to a vibrant state; not only were her dark circles gone, but her skin also turned flawless, restoring her perfect and adorable image as a rich young lady.

"So, so! Did you find any new clues recently?" Minamoto Tamako sat on the sofa and kept shaking his arm, her eyes sparking with anticipation.

Fushimi Roku pouted; now he felt nauseated hearing anything work-related: "Same as before."

"What do you mean by same as before?"

Minamoto Tamako paused and started a chain of deadly questions: "Did you catch the killer? Have you locked down the suspect? Is Chihime’s sister’s suspicion cleared? At your age, how can you be so slack? Even if you’re smarter than Einstein, what’s the use of not contributing to society? Don’t you know how geniuses wither? By being lax!"

"No, where did you learn this from?"

Fushimi Roku couldn’t take it anymore. It was one thing for her to learn his investigative experience; now she was even learning the Evil Chant and using his spells against him... This was intolerable! Simply outrageous!

Fushimi Roku’s just relaxed expression tensed up again. Seeing Minamoto Tamako not backing down, about to persuade him to work again, he interrupted: "Speaking of which, haven’t we done foot massages for a long time?"

"Huh?"

Minamoto Tamako blinked, her head fluff standing on end warily.

"Come here, as usual, let me give you a massage first... kekeke!!"

Fushimi Roku forced an evil expression, intending to scare Minamoto Tamako into retreating.

Unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako’s fair face blushed, and she hesitantly said, "If giving me a foot massage will make you work properly... I, I wouldn’t mind..."

"Tch."

Fushimi Roku thought, this girl is really getting more shameless, always thinking of good things, not sure who she learned it from.

Seeing Minamoto Tamako wasn’t scared, he immediately lost interest, turned his face back to continue watching TV, and waved dismissively: "Forget it, I’ve been working a month straight, finally get to rest at home, but still have to massage your feet, really think I’m your servant?"

"But..."

Before Minamoto Tamako could argue, Fushimi Roku decisively changed the topic: "Speaking of dogs, how has Jun been behaving recently?"

"I think he’s quite well-behaved, except for constantly getting into fights with stray cats in the yard downstairs, always getting scratched up..."

Minamoto Tamako was momentarily distracted, but only for a sentence before bringing the subject back: "Let’s put Jun aside for now; how is the case going? Tell me, I’ll help you analyze it."

Fushimi Roku thought, letting you analyze it will lead to more trouble! Every time you’ve come up with something it’s a mess!

He originally didn’t want to say anything, but Minamoto Tamako clung to his arm, swaying and pleading, sulking when ignored, until he couldn’t take it anymore and casually said a few words.

After hearing him out, Minamoto Tamako bit her thumbnail, pondered for a moment, and hesitantly said, "I still think Chihime’s sister is very suspicious..."

"Stop, I don’t want to hear anymore." Fushimi Roku covered his ears.

Minamoto Tamako stretched out her small hand to pry his fingers, only to find he had frighteningly strong grip. Unable to budge him, she rolled a sheet of paper into a tube and used it to tap Fushimi Roku’s palm, transmitting her voice through physical vibrations: "I suspect Chihime and Kamei Yuusaku were accomplices, which led to Senior Feng getting involved..."

Fushimi Roku tore apart her paper tube and asked, "Do you have any evidence for saying this?"

"That’s why it’s just suspicion! Listen to my analysis; doesn’t it make sense that Senior Feng isn’t the type to take credit, so he..."

"Stop it! Aren’t you supposed to only speak logically?" Fushimi Roku squinted at her: "Why are you starting to guess people’s thoughts?"

Minamoto Tamako proudly put her hands on her hips, she brushed her nose tip and said smugly: "Surprise! I’ve been secretly learning your Cold Reading Technique!"

She had labored for so long, pondering Mr. Fushimi’s dialogue every night before bed, just to surprise him enough to bow down, surrendering to her entirely!

Come on, Mr. Fushimi, show your shocked expression and praise me for being amazing!

This is the victory of the diligent!