Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 174 - 96: Escape Special - Assault Version Cardboard Box

Fushimi Roku was thinking, if Kazama Chihime was coming for him, why didn’t she make a move in the train car just now? Why wait until they entered the restroom to knock on the door? Could it be that she still wants to play the role of the ’neighborly big sister’? What an elegant interest...

Minamoto Tamako was thinking, why is Sister Chihime also on the train? Could she really be the leader of the Heavenly Punishment Group? Maybe Sister Chihime is pretending to be a victim to escape the police’s encirclement, using others’ sympathy to deceive them. She’s seen this plot often on TV and in novels...

Taira Sakurako was thinking, should she eat the orange or not? Fushimi Roku didn’t take the orange with him when he left his seat; can it be considered voluntarily abandoned? Since it’s abandoned, she could pick it up and it would become her property, right?

Their brainstorming session lasted less than two seconds in total.

Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako exchanged glances, silently understanding each other, planning to open the door to see what was happening first. If someone outside pointed a gun at the door, they wouldn’t even have a place to run.

With a click, Minamoto Tamako disengaged the lock and opened the door slightly. Kazama Chihime was standing outside, wearing a white down jacket, looking nervous and uneasy.

Fushimi Roku shifted slightly, looked at her through the crack, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Ah! Tamako, Mr. Fushimi... what are you doing here?" Kazama Chihime looked surprised, not faking it, as she glanced back now and then, her voice trembling, "They’re coming; can you let me in to hide for a bit...?"

Minamoto Tamako, despite her doubts, wasn’t the type to refuse help, opened the door, and said, "Come in quickly! Don’t be too afraid; those guys seem to be targeting only the Yakuza."

After saying that, Minamoto Tamako poked her head out, looked around, and found that both compartments’ doors were open, with no sign of the Heavenly Punishment Group or the police. There were about a dozen mafia members lying askew in the carriage, blood pooling in the aisle, a few glass windows shattered, and the wind and snow howled in, echoing through the empty train car.

Huh, where are the people?

Minamoto Tamako grew increasingly uneasy, retreating into the restroom, struggling to close the sliding door.

The restroom was already small, and squeezing three people was barely manageable. Now, with another full-figured big sister joining in, they were packed like sardines.

Fortunately, Fushimi Roku had the foresight to occupy the throne. Even so, some bodily contact was unavoidable; Kazama Chihime leaned against his left side, her heavy chest pressing against his shoulder;

Minamoto Tamako was crouched at his right leg, looked up to see Sister Chihime, and was shocked, deeply affected by the sight of her looking up at someone like a high mountain. Her nose twitched, and she seemed to catch a familiar scent from Sister Chihime, a faint citrus smell coming from her pocket.

Taira Sakurako blinked, leaning against the door, her eyes scanning the three of them, observing their strange postures.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Just hiding wasn’t a solution; after a moment of silence, Minamoto Tamako calmed down, suggesting they take the initiative to investigate outside.

Fushimi Roku agreed, but the two had a disagreement over which direction to investigate: Minamoto Tamako wanted to head towards the left compartment to find Yougetsu Tsubaki; Fushimi Roku wanted to go to the right compartment to see if the Heavenly Punishment Group and the investigative department had started fighting.

As they argued, Kazama Chihime raised her hand and gently interrupted, "Um... are you talking about a girl in an old-fashioned brown checkered sweater?"

"Yes, that’s her!" Minamoto Tamako tried to straighten up but felt her head would hit, so she kept an awkward posture and said, "Sister Chihime, did you see her?"

"I ran into her on my way here... She was running towards the right compartment, saying that the police were gathering at the front of the train..." Kazama Chihime said.

"Is that so? Great, she’s still alive."

Minamoto Tamako breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn’t help asking, "Sister Chihime, why are you also on the train? Where are you heading?"

"I’ve been bothered by too many things lately, planning to go out to relieve stress." Kazama Chihime sighed, looking mournful, like a recently widowed beautiful widow.

Minamoto Tamako thought this was too coincidental, wasn’t it? The same day, the same train, it’s like a chocolate mom opening the door for chocolate—full of coincidences!

But she had no concrete evidence, so even if she doubted a little, she couldn’t say it aloud.

Mr. Fushimi didn’t flirt with Sister Chihime any further; this time, he was serious. Since everyone had the same goal, it was better not to delay. They should first return to the left compartment to get weapons, then check the right side to see the situation.

Minamoto Tamako had completely forgotten this point; there were gang members’ guns on the ground—it would be a waste not to pick them up.

The four quietly left the restroom cubicle. Minamoto Tamako forced herself to stay calm, ignoring the corpses, bent down, and picked up a pistol—it was illegal possession of firearms, after all, she confiscated it!

Then, she removed all the magazines from identical pistols and stuffed them into her little pocket. They were heavy, pulling down the hem of her clothes.

Fushimi Roku opened his backpack and took out a pipe wrench, put on a safety helmet, and slipped the steel balls into his pocket. Once ready, he turned his head and saw Minamoto Tamako still stalling, taking bullets from other magazines and slipping them into her skirt pocket.

"What are you doing?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"Gathering bullets! Haven’t you seen any TV series? The scariest thing in a shootout is running out of bullets halfway; you must take more bullets to be prepared."

Having said that, Minamoto Tamako realized she had taken too much, and the skirt’s elastic couldn’t support the weight of the bullets, constantly slipping down. She had to lift the hem of her jacket and grip the edge of her skirt to keep it from falling.

Darn it! Should’ve worn track pants!

Meanwhile, Kazama Chihime stood at the compartment door, hesitating, afraid to approach the bodies. Fushimi Roku picked up a tachi from the ground and handed it over backwards, saying, "Aren’t you good at swordsmanship? Take it for self-defense."

"Ah, yes."

Kazama Chihime accepted the tachi, holding it with both hands in front of her, maintaining a defensive stance, looking like a novice wielding a sword for the first time.

Taira Sakurako was also ready; she put on her "Escape Special · Tactical Edition Box," with cushioning leather pads inside the box and an aged look outside, covered in tape and a shipping label.

Once lying there quietly, no one would notice, essentially a survival artifact. Following horror movie tropes, the most inconspicuous little girl often survives to the end and might even appear in the sequel to guide a new group of protagonists.

Minamoto Tamako reluctantly discarded the excess bullets. After loading, she fired two test shots to confirm the gun was fine, then waved her hand and seriously said:

"Deduction Squad, move out!"