Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 279 - 200: Shouldn’t You Thank Me?

Chapter 279: Chapter 200: Shouldn’t You Thank Me?

The Water Bell Cave bubbled under the high temperature, and Wulin Temple collapsed amidst the raging fire.

Fushimi Roku stuffed Yazaki Momo into the trunk, and she kept muttering about her camera—her national-level news piece! Without film, wouldn’t it be a disaster?

Fujiwara Homare’s dukedom car was a five-seater. The injured occupied two seats, and Minamoto Tamako and Fushimi Roku occupied two seats. Fujiwara Homare drove, and with no extra space left, Yazaki Momo had to squeeze into the trunk.

Seeing Fushimi Roku about to close the trunk lid, Yazaki Momo suddenly came to her senses, propped up the lid, and said, "Wait—can’t I just hold onto Miss Tamako?"

"She needs to take care of the injured; it’s inconvenient for you to hold her."

Fushimi Roku forcefully closed the trunk lid, sealing Yazaki Momo inside.

Just as he was about to open the front passenger door, he heard Fujiwara Homare complaining—that all the car’s interior decorations were genuine leather, how could they get wet, they should throw out the unnecessary people—the moment Fushimi Roku opened the door, still holding a knife, Fujiwara Homare glanced at him and immediately fell silent, straightened his posture, and looked ahead as seriously as a chauffeur.

Minamoto Tamako took off her trench coat and was about to close the car window when her ears suddenly twitched. She asked, "Did you guys hear something strange?"

"What?" Fushimi Roku turned around.

Minamoto Tamako leaned out, carefully listening to the sound in the wind. The rain outside had stopped, and the world was renewed. As she listened, she described, "A hissing noise, like something’s leaking... quite similar to the sound of the Water Bell, except it’s out of tune..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yazaki Momo shouted from the trunk, "Quick, run! Drive!"

Fujiwara Homare was about to question why he should listen to her, but Fushimi Roku, thinking he wasn’t clear-headed, smacked the back of his head, urging him to drive. Fujiwara Homare had no room to argue, floored the gas pedal, and drifted down the mountain.

A dozen seconds later, tremors came from the road, the mountains seemed to shake a bit, and a rumbling noise echoed from the mountainside. Fujiwara Homare was puzzled by the sudden lightning and turned to see Wulin Temple’s garden erupting like a volcano, exploding in a blaze with flames shooting several meters high.

What happened?

Everyone was puzzled, but the priority was to flee. Minamoto Tamako used her pink flip phone to search for a signal, possibly due to the heavy rain, but her phone wasn’t responding.

"Humph, commoners are just commoners, using all kinds of trash..."

Fujiwara Homare was quite proud, pulling out his phone while maneuvering the steering wheel to show off, "See? This is a satellite phone—it can receive signals even in the desert! And it’s multifunctional, waterproof, and heat-resistant, something money can’t buy..."

Fujiwara Homare secretly guarded, planning to pull his hand back if anyone wanted to borrow the phone, teasing them—unless someone explicitly asked him, he wouldn’t lend it.

"Lend it to me."

Fushimi Roku directly requisitioned it.

Fujiwara Homare felt his palm slip, and the phone changed ownership. He couldn’t react; Fushimi Roku’s hand was so swift, it even left an afterimage. It was indeed impressive for a detective spirit medium.

Fushimi Roku dialed, calling the police station under Fujiwara Homare’s name to request reinforcements. Afterwards, they found a shaded slope, intending to rest a bit and find a way to dry off.

The news of Fujiwara Homare’s trouble was reported layer by layer, and the police station privately informed the Director of Police immediately.

In less than half an hour, the mobile unit dispatched, even bringing along a helicopter. As Fushimi Roku and company were airing out their clothes on the hillside, the helicopter’s roar could be heard overhead, and two mobile officers descended, flanking Fujiwara Homare, ready to pull him up with the rope ladder and make an escape.

Minamoto Tamako hurriedly called out to them, "Wait a moment, shouldn’t there be extra seats on the helicopter?"

Upon hearing that, Fujiwara Homare raised his head again, looking smug, feeling superior—thinking that if Minamoto Tamako asked him nicely, he could give a ride...

Unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako continued, "There are two injured people here, please take them for emergency treatment!"

Fujiwara Homare was taken aback, feeling particularly complicated. The last time he met such a selfless girl was in junior high school, except she didn’t like him, leading him to hold a ’sour grapes’ mentality for years.

The mobile officers were about to refuse, but Fujiwara Homare suddenly broke free of their grip, signaling them to take the injured; he wasn’t in a hurry to leave.

"Fujiwara Section Chief, please don’t make it difficult for us..."

The mobile officers looked at Fujiwara Homare with newfound respect, but they had orders beforehand, prioritizing bringing him back or they’d get reprimanded.

Fujiwara Homare was visibly upset, having refused, yet the officers insisted he leave—didn’t it make him seem ineffective? It seemed like his words held no weight!

He cursed them out, demanding they hurry up and scram.

The mobile officers weren’t equipped to forcibly take someone, so they radioed their superior for instructions. The latter confirmed that Fujiwara Homare was fine, so they adhered to his request, rescuing the injured first.

With their superior taking the blame, the officers didn’t insist further. They secured Ono Ken and Kawashima Noriko in rescue slings, guided them up the rope ladder to the helicopter, and flew straight to the emergency point.

Meanwhile, Fujiwara Homare stood halfway up the mountain, watching the helicopter fly away, and a cold wind made him sneeze, leading him to regret a bit.

If he’d known, he wouldn’t have acted so pompous.

"At least say thank you, right?" Fujiwara Homare turned his head towards Minamoto Tamako and company, "I made such a great sacrifice; isn’t it worth some gratitude? Why haven’t you shown any appreciation?"

Yazaki Momo was in a foul mood, having lost her valuable camera and materials, sitting on a stone stump in a slump. Hearing his words, she couldn’t help but reply cynically:

"Oh! What a rarity, Fujiwara Section Chief being so gentle. Shall I conduct an exclusive interview about your heroic deeds?"

Fujiwara Homare didn’t catch the sarcasm in her words. He nodded, arms crossed, thinking it was only fair—if it weren’t for him, Nakako would’ve been doomed!

Ultimately, it was he who saved the princess’s life. Such an achievement should be prominently featured, publishing a headline for the public’s praise.

Yazaki Momo couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, dismissing Fujiwara Homare. Seeing her reaction, he angrily questioned her intent. Yazaki Momo didn’t want to offend the Fujiwara family heir, so she reluctantly smiled and said, "It’s nothing... Besides, I saved everyone too, right?"

"Did you start the fire?" Minamoto Tamako was sensitive to illegal activities.

Yazaki Momo was momentarily choked and said, "That’s not what I meant. Wasn’t it me who reminded you all to drive quickly?"

"Oh, right!" Minamoto Tamako smacked her forehead, "How did you know Wulin Temple was going to explode?"

Fushimi Roku was also curious, raised his head to Yazaki Momo. She looked mysterious, using a tone particular to paranormal radio shows, mysteriously saying:

"This is the treasure Prince Akihito left for Lady Nakako."