Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 200 - 121 Sakurako Lay Buddhist

Chapter 200: Chapter 121 Sakurako Lay Buddhist

After finally mustering up the courage, only to be turned away at the door, anyone would be deeply hurt.

After Minamoto Tamako returned to her room, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, which was so noisy that Taira Sakurako had to return to her cardboard box to sleep. She wondered, didn’t Mr. Fushimi care at all? Could she be overthinking it? Perhaps Mr. Fushimi was just speaking in anger; after all, Mr. Fushimi often said such things in the past...

When dawn broke the next day, Minamoto Tamako rose early. After washing up, she put on her police uniform but dawdled without leaving for work, wanting to wait for Fushimi Roku to get up—after all, Fushimi Roku said ’we’ll talk tomorrow’ last night, and now it was already ’tomorrow’, so shouldn’t they have a good chat?

Time ticked away, the clock ticking noisily. As she was about to be late, Minamoto Tamako left reluctantly.

She jogged all the way to the police station, skipping breakfast, clocking in on time for work.

Currently, she was doing clerical logistics work, which, to put it bluntly, was just miscellaneous tasks, responsible for helping with report writing, file sorting, giving lectures, and so on. No one dared to make her serve tea or water, so her training process was relatively easy...at least a ten thousand times easier than being a patrol officer at the Sugamo police box.

Minamoto Tamako greeted her seniors, sat at her desk, and was in a daze for a moment. It wasn’t until the archive room urged her to speed up that she patted her face, hurriedly buried herself in the document writing, and submitted the report before lunch.

When she had some free time, Minamoto Tamako went to a convenience store and bought a bento, sitting alone at her desk, feeling deflated, thinking her current work seemed pointless. After finally both getting into the criminal division, she was stuck doing these odd jobs...she wondered what Fushimi Roku was doing now.

Could it be that he hadn’t gotten up yet?

Minamoto Tamako pulled out her phone, held the keyboard in both hands, and stared at the screen, puffing up her cheeks.

She was the one who first discovered the new clue in the Heavenly Punishment case, yet Mr. Fushimi sidelined her to investigate alone, now giving her the cold shoulder...even if Mr. Fushimi is mad at her, shouldn’t he at least report the progress of the investigation? Aren’t they a team? When it comes to the bigger picture, they should at least put aside personal feelings and unite in the investigation, right?

Yeah, that’s right, she just wanted to ask about the progress of the investigation, not to chat with Mr. Fushimi.

Minamoto Tamako used her thumb to type on the keyboard, delicately pondering the tone, contemplating each word for a long time, afraid of upsetting Mr. Fushimi again. After finally finishing, she read it over four or five times, ensuring there were no issues before pressing the send button.

She felt a moment of relief, but immediately tensed up again.

Minamoto Tamako waited for over ten seconds without receiving a reply, so she grudgingly put her phone aside, tore the film off her bento, and planned to focus on eating.

She took a bite of rice, glanced at her phone; took another bite, and glanced again. As she was about to finish eating, her phone buzzed, and she quickly set down her lunchbox, flipped open her phone, only to find it was an insurance advertisement, prompting her to angrily block the sender.

"Seriously, why hasn’t he replied to the text? What’s that guy doing?" Minamoto Tamako couldn’t help but mutter.

...

According to typical TV drama tropes, when the heroine sends a message, the hero is often going through a life-and-death crisis, so he can’t reply, leading to a complete breakdown in their relationship, leaving the audience anxious, heartbroken, and with a stomachache.

But Fushimi Roku was different; he was lying on the sofa watching TV, saw the message, but didn’t reply.

How could he possibly tell Minamoto Tamako about the progress of his investigation? If he told the truth, it would be like wearing his underwear outside!

Then again, leaving someone on read is indeed a bit much, so Fushimi Roku reflected for a second, and as atonement, he shifted into a more comfortable position and called Sazaki Gen to ask about the progress of the investigation.

"What’s the rush, the results will be out tonight."

Sazaki Gen didn’t want to talk much and directly hung up.

Fushimi Roku smacked his lips, a bit dissatisfied, but since he needed a favor, he didn’t say much, pretending nothing happened and continuing to watch TV—this is how people who do big things are; they need to be able to hold their patience.

Jun barked once, and Fushimi Roku glanced back, noticing Taira Sakurako was secretly watching him, with a look in her eyes as if she was thinking about how to stuff him into the fridge to cook him.

This little one was closer to Minamoto Tamako; perhaps she was affected by Minamoto Tamako’s negative emotions.

Fushimi Roku beckoned to Taira Sakurako, indicating for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment, but considering that Fushimi Roku was now disabled and couldn’t use his hands, she dragged her cardboard box over to the sofa.

"Do you think I broke Tamako’s heart and am very inconsiderate?" Fushimi Roku asked.

Taira Sakurako looked doubtful and murmured an ’um.’

Since jumping off the train, she had become a bit bolder, still speaking rarely, but at least able to normally communicate with Fushimi Roku.

"You should have heard it that night, right?" Fushimi Roku decided not to hide it: "Now that Tamako needs to know about that, what do you think I should do?"

"Of course, think of a way to conceal it." Taira Sakurako suddenly realized.

"Ha! So you really did hear it!" Fushimi Roku’s expression changed immediately, sitting upright: "Brat, come clean, what did you hear during the incident?!"

Taira Sakurako slipped back into the cardboard box, entering turtle shell mode, saying nothing.

"Just kidding!"

Fushimi Roku patted the cardboard box: "Now that you know the truth, we’re all in this together, you must help conceal it from Tamako, pacify her from time to time, got it? Don’t forget what your last name is now; if Minamoto Tamako cuts ties with me, you’ll never see her again...and it’s for her own good."

Seeing Taira Sakurako not responding, Fushimi Roku pulled out his wallet, took out two bills, and slipped them through the gap: "Here, commission fee."

Taira Sakurako took the money and, through the cardboard box, said: "Tamako and I are best friends."

"So what?" Fushimi Roku raised an eyebrow.

"Add more money," Taira Sakurako said.

Fushimi Roku clicked his tongue, unsure where this money-grubbing personality came from. He added two Ten Thousand Yen bills, and Taira Sakurako finally relented, dragging her cardboard box back to her room to read detective novels.

The siblings stayed home all day, and when Minamoto Tamako returned home from work, they guiltily hid in their rooms (Taira Sakurako shrank into the cardboard box), making Minamoto Tamako feel increasingly downcast, feeling isolated.

No response to messages, not speaking, could it be that Mr. Fushimi really wanted to cut ties with her? Minamoto Tamako felt like she was going to suffer Tamako Syndrome.

Fushimi Roku also realized that dragging it on wasn’t a solution, and his guilt had elongated from a second to two seconds—although he still didn’t know who the letter sender was, he had already started to hate that guy.

Why snoop into others’ privacy for no good reason? Such a person truly deserved to perish...

Fushimi Roku had a rare bout of insomnia, lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. By one in the morning, his prepaid phone suddenly rang, and he picked up instantly: "How is it?"

"One good news, one bad news, which do you want to hear first?" Sazaki Gen asked.

"The bad news, I guess." Fushimi Roku was mentally prepared; if Sazaki Gen said there was no progress, he would take action himself.

"The scapegoat has been caught." Sazaki Gen said.

Fushimi Roku slowly sat up, licked his lips, and asked: "And the good news?"

"I found out who caught him...to be precise, it wasn’t an individual, but a sect."

Sazaki Gen paused and asked: "Have you heard of the Aum Truth Sect?"