Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 163 - 85: Fushimi Roku’s Smart Water

Chapter 163: Chapter 85: Fushimi Roku’s Smart Water

Kazama Chihime grinned and said, "Generally speaking, everyone defaults to the question of asking about the leader of the Heavenly Punishment Group, right? How did he first think of the Sugamo Apartment massacre case? Besides, can Nagashima Takeshi really be called a ’brute who judges for the sake of judging’?"

"Can this even be considered a clue?" Kazama Tatsuya scoffed.

"It is indeed a bit far-fetched, so I went to investigate Nagashima Takeshi’s life events. According to police reports, Nagashima Takeshi was once a member of the Inakawa Association... That day, was the hotpot place chosen by Mr. Fushimi? I’ve heard that the Chinese restaurant is by membership only, and the owner is a cadre of the Inakawa Association."

Kazama Chihime paused and continued, "Before this, you and Mr. Fushimi had visited the division of the Inakawa Association and had a direct connection to the death of Inakawa Sejo. Although the murder wasn’t publicized by the police, I managed to gather some information... It is said that Mr. Fushimi once used a pen and a nail clipper to take down eight people."

"He’s an excellent junior."

Kazama Tatsuya could only praise Fushimi Roku reluctantly, against his conscience.

"Really?"

Kazama Chihime made no comment. She opened the warehouse door, her left hand opening and closing—a gesture meaning "bye-bye:" "Just ask and you’ll know."

"Who are you planning to ask—"

Before Kazama Tatsuya could finish speaking, the iron door slammed shut.

The warehouse fell back into darkness, cold air seeping in through the collar.

He sighed deeply, curled into a sleeping bag, and pulled out a rusty steel rod, lying on the edge of the sleeping bag, scraping it against the iron chain.

The end of the iron chain was fastened to his ankle, and the skin around the shackle had already developed a circle of blisters.

He had to get out.

He had to find a way to leave this place.

This time, he won’t soften his heart.

...

Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku was lounging on the sofa, enjoying a foot massage from technician Tamako.

This time, he played it smart and had Minamoto Tamako give him the massage first, to prevent her from quitting after a vigorous onslaught.

To ensure Tamako’s utmost dedication, he also dangled an extremely tempting carrot: if Minamoto Tamako did a good job, not only would she be rewarded with a small cake, but he would also reveal a little bit of the case’s insider information.

Minamoto Tamako worked with great enthusiasm. For the sake of the investigation, she gave it her all, deploying all the foot massage techniques she learned from wellness books, her small hands kneading and squeezing. When tapping the foot, her hands moved back and forth so quickly they left afterimages.

Fushimi Roku could finally feel Minamoto Tamako’s service spirit and enjoyed it with squinted eyes. He snapped his fingers, and Jun scampered out of its kennel, looking up at him pleadingly.

"Go, fetch me the half-bottle of red wine in my room. If you break it, I’ll make hotpot with you."

After Fushimi Roku spoke, Jun tilted its head, processed the information in three seconds, then jogged into the bedroom and retrieved the wine bottle.

"Not bad, stand aside for now."

Very satisfied, he lazily accepted the wine bottle, popped the cork with a "pop," and poured the remaining half into the footbath.

The wine mixed with the water, releasing a fragrant steam that filled the room with the scent of wine.

Minamoto Tamako found it pleasant and couldn’t help but twitch her nose slightly, detecting the aroma of cherries, strawberries, and raspberries, accompanied by a hint of violet.

As time went on, the scent of spices gradually emerged, with black pepper, cloves, and cinnamon mingling with the fruit aromas, adding layers to the fragrance. Furthermore, notes of toasted bread, vanilla, and smoke from the oak barrel aging enriched the scent’s dimension...

But upon considering this as Fushimi Roku’s foot soak water, Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

It’s not that she was bothered by Fushimi Roku’s foot odor, as he soaked his feet daily, be it in milk or roses, occasionally with red wine. His feet were almost marinated in the aromas by now, so there couldn’t possibly be a bad smell—Hannibal would be thrilled to see it. She couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with foot care.

Could this be the secret to his intelligence?

As a spark of inspiration hit, Minamoto Tamako felt she had discovered the truth.

Great figures worldwide have all sorts of peculiar habits, like those who beat their wives, smoke, indulge in alcohol, or insist on marrying their nieces... Perhaps Mr. Fushimi’s quirk is simply enjoying foot baths!

Furthermore, it’s said that foot massages bring many health benefits. While she’s not deeply researched in this field, she wondered if massages could enhance brainpower... Since massages can boost kidneys, lungs, spleen, and liver, logically, shouldn’t they also be able to boost brains?

Even if each massage only slightly increases intellect, over time and with accumulation, the gradual change causes a qualitative transformation, raising Mr. Fushimi’s IQ beyond Einstein’s!

Minamoto Tamako had always considered herself a diligent tortoise, but she hadn’t realized Mr. Fushimi’s level was far beyond hers! While she was suffering through arduous cultivation, Mr. Fushimi was already enjoying it!

In other words, by helping Mr. Fushimi with foot massages now, she was aiding in boosting his intelligence. If things continued this way, she’d never be able to surpass him!

Minamoto Tamako furrowed her brows, sensing complications, and instinctively stopped her actions.

Fushimi Roku was in high spirits, the recent massage tingling his nerves pleasurably from his lower leg upwards, relaxing even his spinal muscles, almost reversing his tension. Yet, Minamoto Tamako suddenly stopped midway, like a piece of string being abruptly cut.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Fushimi Roku asked.

Minamoto Tamako hesitated for a moment, unwilling to be left behind, and asked quietly, "Will you give me a massage later?"

No matter how embarrassing, she wanted to become as smart as Mr. Fushimi. Surpassing him even slightly would be even better, allowing her to claim the role of deduction team leader! Currently, she was always at a disadvantage and felt too embarrassed to bring this up.

Besides, although foot massages were embarrassing, they were actually quite pleasant.

More precisely, they were extremely comfortable, overly so.

Ever since she experienced Mr. Fushimi’s massage skills last time, she constantly felt an inexplicable sense of difference. During quiet moments at home, she occasionally felt the urge to experience it again...

No, this was about enhancing intelligence, not about enjoyment!

Seeing Minamoto Tamako’s earnest expression, Fushimi Roku couldn’t refuse—after all, he had already agreed, and going back on his word would be too shameless. After spending so much time with Minamoto Tamako, he felt his integrity had improved, at least caring about keeping his promises.

"Sure."

"Th-Then I also want some red wine," Minamoto Tamako murmured, "Is that okay? If not... then forget it."

She felt a pang of conscience—after all, she had previously criticized Mr. Fushimi for being wasteful, and now she wanted to use red wine for a foot bath as well—wasn’t that slapping her own face?

Additionally, the red wine wasn’t cheap. As a future famous detective and police chief, how could she casually exploit her friend’s generosity?

But then again, maybe the secret to becoming smarter lay in the enriched footbath solution. Just like medicinal baths, they had specific special effects, and without those ’little ingredients,’ it’s possible the foot massage wouldn’t work.

"Okay," Fushimi Roku wiped his feet and said, "I’ve soaked long enough anyway, let’s switch to you."

"Eh?! Wait a second—I’m not ready yet!"

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