Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 281 - 202: The Fool Who Acts on Impulse

Chapter 281: Chapter 202: The Fool Who Acts on Impulse

Fujiwara Homare recounted everything that had happened to him in detail.

After listening, his old man looked frighteningly sullen and asked if he was using. Fujiwara Homare was bewildered, thinking, using what? Juice? Why ask this all of a sudden?

"Stop playing dumb with me!"

His father suddenly erupted, grabbing Fujiwara Homare for a good thrashing. He screamed out in pain, while outside the house, his mother, heartbroken, banged on the door and cursed her husband, calling him no good, making the dojo lively with noise.

After covering his sore behind and then his head, Fujiwara Homare was about to explode with grievance, shedding tears and sobbing as he questioned his father why he hit him.

Without a word, his father called someone to come and conduct a urine test on Fujiwara Homare. Only then did he realize, wishing he could kneel and beg the heavens to judge right from wrong, crying out that he never used, that he never even touched those things!

His father didn’t believe him, saying drug users always deny before being caught. The thought of the only heir of the Fujiwara family falling so low inflamed his anger, and he picked up a bamboo sword and swung it left and right, turning his son into Tom like the cartoon cat.

Ten minutes later, the scientific investigator came in through the back door and asked Fujiwara Homare to urinate in a beaker. With two grown men watching him, he couldn’t do it, unsurprisingly getting another beating until he finally forced out a bit of urine.

The investigator tested over ten test strips with products available on the market, and they were all negative.

Seeing this, the Director of Police breathed a sigh of relief and began to suspect whether his foolish son had eaten some mushrooms.

After all, stories of ghostly parades, twisted tree men, giant-mouthed gates, and spirit medium detectives sound like pure fantasy, something that a generally sane person wouldn’t be able to concoct.

Fujiwara Homare swore to his family’s ancestors that he really saw it. Unfortunately, with his limited ability to express himself, stuttering and mumbling, it only sounded more suspicious.

The Director of Police had no choice but to call to inquire about the investigation’s progress.

Fujiwara Homare, anxious and uneasy, kneeled, secretly observing his father’s expression. Seeing his father gravely listening, he realized that he truly had wronged his son this time.

This time, he really didn’t cause trouble.

However, since the beating and scolding had already happened, an apology was out of the question; otherwise, where would his dignity as the head of the family be? Besides, Fujiwara Homare also deserved a beating. What does it mean to swear on the ancestors? So frivolous—how could he achieve greatness in the future?

In short, the beating was deserved.

After pondering for a moment, the Director of Police decided to leave the matter to his subordinates to handle.

Before this, he already had a rough expectation: collective ghost sightings could be explained as mass food poisoning, which isn’t uncommon in Japan;

The death of the spirit medium might be somewhat troublesome. The banks and insurance companies would certainly not let it go, and the police must provide an explanation, so this matter will be given to capable officers to investigate;

As for Doctor Fukuyama, according to witnesses, he is the culprit, and if there are no direct victims, he will likely be made accountable, offering closure to the police officers’ families;

The two unfortunate officers are actually the easiest to handle: send some compensation funds, perhaps hold a memorial service, consider awarding medals depending on the situation, and wrap up the process...

Of course, the Director of Police had no disrespect for his subordinates and deeply regretted the tragic sacrifice of those two criminal police officers, but emotions had to be put aside to consider how to handle the situation properly.

Fujiwara Homare, seeing his father silent, thought his father must feel guilty for wronging his good son and immediately started showing a bit of attitude, saying, "I’m destined to become immortal in the future. Even if you’re my father, you can’t treat me like this..."

"Fool!"

The Director of Police swiftly struck again with the sword, jabbing Fujiwara Homare on the forehead, sending him flying backwards, laying flat and deciding to just stay down.

His father continued to kick him while he was down, coldly saying, "How did I end up with such a foolish son? Whose genes have you inherited to be this stupid?"

The physical pain was no match for the emotional suffering. Fujiwara Homare hated his father deeply, secretly vowing to practice diligently. When his divine skills are perfected, he will make sure his father pays for it!

Having scolded his son, the Director of Police called his subordinates, telling them to set up an investigation team and resolve the case flawlessly. If any issues arise, they can report directly to him.

Hearing this, a subordinate asked how to handle the three witnesses. The Director of Police scolded them, calling them brainless, saying to deal with it per regulations.

This time, his son didn’t cause trouble, so there was no need for the subordinates to smartly cover things up. After all, sealing mouths comes with risks and costs; better to avoid more trouble.

Once things were settled, the Director of Police felt his anger had subsided. He finally put away the bamboo sword, sat cross-legged, and began a father-son talk, saying, "You lack academic brains, athletic talent, and understanding of the arts. The only thing you’re good at is sleeping with women... I’ve given up on you achieving anything great. Just get married properly and have a son soon."

Fujiwara Homare was about to say again that he was destined for immortality but swallowed his words, thinking after the earlier beating that only Mr. Fushimi could see his unique talents; ordinary people just couldn’t understand.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Homare felt a strange sense of triumph.

After all, his father was only a mundane person. How could he understand his feelings? Talking to him about ghostly parades would be like talking to a brick wall... huh, the perspective of ordinary people is low indeed!

The Director of Police didn’t notice his son’s strange thoughts and continued on about his plans: Kujo Yua’s daughter was of marrying age. She was skinny and small but had a silly charm that matched well with his son.

If they could marry into the Kujo family, it might even elevate his political career.

Fujiwara Homare had no interest in marrying a woman he hadn’t seen, but he had no say in this. His father was counting on him to breed for the Fujiwara family. If he couldn’t do even that, the old man might angrily disown him.

"That’s too much... At least let me see a photo, right?"

Fujiwara Homare, hoping against hope, thought if she were a great beauty, maybe, just maybe... The Kujo family was a noble family, after all; their daughter’s looks shouldn’t be bad. Maybe he could accommodate himself a bit, sacrificing for the larger goal...

The Director of Police knew what kind of character his son had, a complete idiot moved by appearances. So he had prepared the photo in advance, slapping it onto Fujiwara Homare’s forehead with a smack.

Fujiwara Homare took down the photo, glanced at it, and was startled, "Isn’t this Minamoto Tamako? Isn’t her surname Minamoto?"

Unexpectedly, that little police officer turned out to be a noble family’s daughter too. No wonder Mr. Fushimi could use red wine for foot baths; maybe he got it wrong back then, and she wasn’t some country bumpkin talking about cheap wine...

Good thing he almost bragged back then.

"Do you know her? Are your feelings good?" The Director of Police was thrilled, thinking finally his son was showing some reliability.

"We just met yesterday. She already has a boyfriend..."

Fujiwara Homare hadn’t finished speaking when his father scoffed. Even if Minamoto Tamako’s boyfriend was the Prime Minister’s son, so what? The Fujiwara family was a noble family. Nobles should marry nobles, and Fujiwara Homare, being the eldest son of the Fujiwara family, who could compare to that status?

"You go and talk to her boyfriend. I’m sure he’ll wisely back off," his father said confidently. This was the confidence of being from a noble family.

"Huh?" Fujiwara Homare sat up, pointing at his nose, "Me?"

He recalled the scene of Fushimi Roku wielding his sword against evil spirits, shivering instinctively. That guy cut down those wicked ghosts effortlessly—what if he swung the sword at him, wouldn’t he end up in pieces?

Moreover, once a teacher, always a father. He felt Mr. Fushimi was more reliable than his father, never faltering at crucial moments, even teaching him cultivation methods... In the future, if he wanted to achieve immortality, he would depend on Mr. Fushimi a lot!

With this in mind, Fujiwara Homare shook his head like a rattle-drum.