Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 186 - 108: Evil Chant · Ultimate Edition

Chapter 186: Chapter 108: Evil Chant · Ultimate Edition

Fushimi Roku hung up the phone, lay on his back on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling absentmindedly, always feeling like he had forgotten something.

...What exactly was it?

The doctor said he needed to rest quietly, and during this time it was best not to overthink. It was a stroke of luck that the knife from Kazama Chihime didn’t shake his brain out. It was normal for memory loss to occur during recovery.

Fushimi Roku racked his brain, vaguely feeling that this matter was important, at least more important than Watanabe Shun, but he still couldn’t recall what it was.

Just as he was pondering, his phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed that it was the home landline.

Fushimi Roku answered the phone, said hello, but there was no sound on the other end, probably it was Taira Sakurako calling. Fushimi Roku urged a few times, asking her why she was calling. Taira Sakurako didn’t answer. Instead, there was a rhythmic tapping sound.

"You’re not mute, why are you tapping Morse code?" Fushimi Roku grumbled.

"...Shizuoka Prefecture." Taira Sakurako finally blurted out a place name after holding back for a while.

Fushimi Roku understood, realized what she meant, and remembered what he had forgotten, casually saying, "I’m injured now, let’s discuss it after I’ve recovered. Shizuoka Prefecture isn’t going anywhere, what’s the rush... Hello? Why’d you hang up just like that, so rude."

He let out a long sigh, feeling relief, but within a few minutes, the feeling of ’forgetting something’ came back again, stuck in his throat, extremely vexing.

"Tsk, this is so annoying!"

Fushimi Roku flipped open a manga with one hand, trying to toss those chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Kujo Yua held her daughter’s shoulders as they took the private elevator up to the apartment.

The elevator led directly to the living room, with a high ceiling, a crystal chandelier hanging down, paintings on the walls, and a set of customized leather sofas in the center, with meticulous stitching, and the creamy white leather glowed softly.

Minamoto Tamako looked around and suddenly realized how extravagant the life she once took for granted was... Thinking of her grandfather’s teachings, she felt even worse, and her tears welled up again, planning to retreat to her room to calm down.

Kujo Yua didn’t stop her, allowing her to process her emotions alone in her room.

In the evening, Kujo Yua cooked a lavish dinner herself. Precisely because of the sadness, it was important to eat well, using delicious food to produce dopamine so that emotions wouldn’t completely collapse.

She knocked on the door, and Minamoto Tamako said she had no appetite and didn’t want to eat.

Kujo Yua simply used a key to unlock the door, pushed it open, and saw Minamoto Tamako curled up under the covers, her whole body like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

"You should eat something, even if you don’t have an appetite."

Kujo Yua took a day off, laboriously cooked a meal, and Minamoto Tamako, with her great face, didn’t want to eat a single bite—iron is hard but food is stronger; sadness is one thing, but not eating is nonsense.

"I don’t want to eat." Minamoto Tamako pulled the quilt over her head, playing the part of a turtle retreating into its shell.

"Really not eating?" Kujo Yua raised her eyebrow.

"Not eating." Minamoto Tamako found her mom so annoying.

"Okay then!" Kujo Yua extended her tone, pulling out a letter from her inner pocket: "Speaking of which, I received your letter not long ago..."

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako’s body tensed up, having a bad premonition.

Kujo Yua clenched her right hand, cleared her throat twice with her fist at her mouth, and held up the letter to read: "Dear Mother, how have you been recently? Have you been eating well? No matter how busy work is, you must take care of your health..." She paused and said, "I’ve been eating well, but have you been taking care of yourself?"

Minamoto Tamako suddenly threw off the quilt, sat up, her face flushed, exclaimed loudly, "Stop reading!!"

Kujo Yua pretended not to hear, raised her voice, and skipped directly to the key passage: "Facing lazy detectives, Officer Tamako snorted coldly. As a police officer, how can one not enforce the law impartially and persist in upholding justice? To ensure that the victim’s injustice is set right, Officer Tamako burst into the office and moved the director with an impassioned speech. Even Director Moriki was impressed by Officer Tamako’s charisma..."

Minamoto Tamako felt like a malevolent sound pervaded her ears. She covered her ears and rolled on the bed, feeling ashamed, angry, and sad, wishing she could find a gap in the ground to burrow into.

Kujo Yua’s voice became varied in cadence, as if making a fervent speech at a rally: "Officer Tamako said: We should investigate and file a case for the truth! We should uphold the law and punish criminals! We should seek the final justice for the deceased!!"

"Ughhhhhhhhhh!!" Minamoto Tamako screamed.

Perhaps in another year or two, Minamoto Tamako might have let it go, and by then, seeing these letters, she could calmly say ’this is not my dark past, this is my path’... But now, Minamoto Tamako felt she was undergoing torture, rolling on the bed again and again, wishing she could smash her head into tofu and die.

Kujo Yua, seeing her spirited, finally put the letter away, pulling Minamoto Tamako up to eat.

The dining room was large, semi-open, with a solid wood dining table in the center, when Minamoto Tamako and Kujo Yua sat together, it seemed empty.

She thought of her Mama sitting alone at the large, empty table, eating dinner by herself, and her heart ached even more.

On the table were an eel rice bowl, an oyakodon, and a potato beef stew, enough to feed three people. Minamoto Tamako clasped her hands together, softly said ’let’s eat,’ and picked up her bowl of rice with her chopsticks.

But she really had no appetite, took a bite of rice, didn’t even want to chew, turned her head and saw Kujo Yua eating heartily, even giving her a large piece of beef: "Eat more meat, it’s nutritious."

Minamoto Tamako stared at the beef in her bowl and whispered, "Mama, why aren’t you even a bit sad?"

"Sad, seeing you like this, of course, I’m sad." Kujo Yua calmly picked vegetables.

"But, but, about Grandpa..."

"Didn’t you say we were mistaken?" Kujo Yua interrupted.

Minamoto Tamako had nothing else to say; her face was full of gloom, poking the rice back and forth with her chopsticks, thinking Mama is such a fool, something so obvious yet she can’t see it... and she’s Police Chief? Not even as clever as Mr. Fushimi!

"What’s with that look?" Kujo Yua puffed her cheeks, her usually world-weary face slightly softened, and said while chewing, "You think you’re the first to make me play dumb?"

"Huh? Are there others?" Minamoto Tamako’s first reaction was that maybe she had a younger brother or sister or something.

"Being in my position, you have to learn to turn a blind eye, I’ve long gotten used to it... but you’re different, no need to suffer like this, this job truly doesn’t suit you."

Kujo Yua paused, giving her daughter another piece of eel: "If you really feel sorry for Grandpa, then take my advice and quit this job."

Minamoto Tamako lowered her head, silent.

This time, she didn’t argue.