Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 202 - 123: Speed Friending

Chapter 202: Chapter 123: Speed Friending

In a sense, Fushimi Roku was courting death.

Of course, he was aware of how dangerous it was, but as Minamoto Tamako said, "Isn’t it boring to stay home and watch TV every day?"—he did feel bored and wanted to find something to do, but his body hadn’t fully recovered, making it difficult to even go out and watch the world.

Since Fushimi Roku experienced the green train shootout incident, ordinary cases couldn’t capture his interest anymore. During this period, he even found it hard to read case files, feeling only a sense of dullness between the lines.

Fushimi Roku’s original intention was to live a laid-back life; he used to think he could look at case files for a lifetime without getting tired, but that wasn’t the case, because people change... Kazama Tatsuya changed, Minamoto Tamako changed, and he changed too.

Besides, he was very curious about how Kazama Chihime went from being a vigilante with petty actions to a lunatic leading three hundred people in a suicidal assault on a gang... She captured Zhao Chunshu, but the letter sender was the Aum Truth Sect, showing that their relationship was particularly close.

The Aum Truth Sect was very interested in "Heavenly Punishment," and he too had a strong interest in the Aum Truth Sect.

In that case, why not join in and give it a try?

Fushimi Roku planned to hone his Lv7 Social Charm with the sect, as he severely lacked actual social experience. Even if he knew what to do, he might not express it with ideal results... Surely, such an advanced skill can’t merely be ornamental, right?

Human potential is forced out; after some practice with the sect, perhaps his Social Charm could even rise to Lv8!

As for danger, what isn’t dangerous? Take a gamble, and maybe a bicycle turns into a motorcycle—if you’re not even willing to take this risk, what’s the point of living?

Beyond that, there was one insignificant reason: the Aum Truth Sect was causing him to be a bad guy, making Minamoto Tamako unhappy—since he was unhappy, no one should have it easy.

In conclusion, Fushimi Roku believed he had sufficient reasons to take this risk.

It’s like wilderness survival without any equipment, which is torture for ordinary people, but for true hunters, it’s a natural training ground where they cultivate in enjoyment.

Fushimi Roku wiped away his tears, composed himself, and sat by the roadside waiting. He began simulating conversations in his mind, anticipating the personality of the host—this training started even before he made the call.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again. The operator confirmed Fushimi Roku was still waiting at the original location, trying to reassure him to prevent him from changing his mind and wasting the host’s effort.

Fushimi Roku held the receiver and started chatting with the operator.

They talked about idealism to religious philosophy, from the painful reality to spiritual solace, from breaking into the cold city after graduation to missing the warm town that couldn’t be returned to... Childhood memories surfaced, and when Fushimi joked, genuine laughter came from the other end of the line.

In the end, headlights shone at the street’s end, and Fushimi interrupted the topic: "Ah, my ride is here. Miss Xingzi, it was really nice chatting with you... Sorry to trouble you so late with someone like me."

Suddenly, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

The sound of a car horn, and someone pushing the car door open. Fushimi was about to hang up when suddenly, the operator said, "Run!"

"What?"

"Run, this is hell! I, I was lying earlier, the Aum Truth Sect can’t bring happiness at all—"

The words abruptly stopped, and a busy signal came from the receiver, the call was disconnected.

Fushimi stood stunned, this was unexpected. At that moment, he suddenly understood why cowboys were so popular in Japan...

"Are you Mr. Fushimi?"

A man in a white robe opened the door and looked around, saying, "I am Otomachi Hayashi, a seeker of the Aum Truth Sect, the master sent me to pick you up for a tour."

Aside from the strange robe, Otomachi Hayashi looked like any delivery driver you could find anywhere. He appeared to be around thirty, with a round face, amiable and enthusiastic.

"It’s me."

Fushimi Roku nodded and greeted him politely. Otomachi Hayashi approached proactively, exchanged a few pleasantries while pushing his wheelchair, and considerately helped him into the car.

The windows of the old Suzuki were covered with dust, but Fushimi didn’t mind at all, claiming it was the ’fruit of labor,’ that a dusty car was the best proof of diligent work.

Otomachi Hayashi nodded repeatedly after hearing this, his attitude shifting.

After starting the car, Otomachi Hayashi reminded Fushimi Roku to fasten his seatbelt, casually asking, "What’s in Mr. Fushimi’s bag?"

"Shameful to say, it’s a tachi passed down from my ancestors."

After speaking, Fushimi started complaining about the hardships of life, how even the Police Department began exploiting employees like a company. As a currently employed criminal police officer, not only was his salary not fully paid, but he also received no compensation for such a severe injury, not even health insurance reimbursement... To pay the medical bills, he had to sell the tachi passed down by his father.

Otomachi Hayashi couldn’t help but curse vampiric enterprises after hearing this.

After the financial bubble burst, the Great Depression had extremely negative effects on social ethos. Many Japanese people fell into a state of constant panic and despair, and blaming the economy could certainly resonate with thirty-something middle-aged individuals.

Riding the topic, Fushimi spoke about national lodging, those ’public facilities that health insurance participants can use at low cost.’ Otomachi Hayashi couldn’t help but chime in, complaining about the poor conditions of public facilities. He once went bankrupt and wanted to get back on his feet but saw no hope...

The conversation drifted from economic conditions to popular actresses, discussing their preferred types of women; then, Fushimi shifted to talk about his first love, which stirred Otomachi Hayashi’s memories... Turns out Mr. Fushimi, like him, had a love story that ended without a conclusion and had struggled through life’s hardships.

With high spirits, Otomachi Hayashi turned on the car’s music player, playing a CD; Fushimi praised his taste, saying he also liked "Chage and Aska." They exchanged a smile, wound down the windows, and sang aloud along the night highway:

"Don’t give up~! Look, it’s right there~!"

"The goal is ahead~!"

"No matter how far the distance~!"

"My heart will be with you~!"

For a moment, Otomachi Hayashi wanted to stop the car and let Fushimi turn back. But thinking of the master’s punishment made him shiver subconsciously.

He came back to his senses and could only force a smile.

After more than an hour, Otomachi Hayashi drove into the Arakawa suburb factory, the road was pitch black, the car lights shone on the iron fence, and the surroundings were as silent as a ghostly realm.

"Mr. Lu... We’ve arrived," Otomachi Hayashi said reluctantly: "Are you sure you want to go in and take a look?"

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