Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 298 - 219: The Anxious Middle-Aged Men in the Bathroom

Chapter 298: Chapter 219: The Anxious Middle-Aged Men in the Bathroom

The night wind brushed her face, the bright moon hung high, the cliff and sea view was stunning, but Minamoto Tamako had no mood to appreciate it. Right now, she was dog-tired, just thinking of getting the person home quickly and by the way, asking if their family had seen Taira Sakurako.

Suddenly, a questioning voice came from behind Minamoto Tamako: "What is your relationship with her?"

The tone was somewhat harsh, even with a hint of hostility. Normally, Minamoto Tamako would instantly sense something was off. But right now, her brain was oxygen-deprived, supplying only her lungs and leg muscles, too tired to think, and she subconsciously replied, "She and I are... very, very good friends..."

"Friends?" the Dancing Girl’s voice sounded somewhat confused.

It’s true. Even if Minamoto Tamako looked quite young, she at least looked like a high school student, not to mention she claimed to be a Criminal Police officer, which meant she must be over twenty. How could she play with a seven or eight-year-old girl?

Minamoto Tamako was aware of this in her heart too. Her childhood dream was to be the king of children, but as she grew up, she had to pretend she wasn’t. The irony of life couldn’t be more pronounced...

"I originally wanted to adopt her, but... but perhaps she had other concerns, so she refused..."

Minamoto Tamako slightly beautified it, omitting the part about calling her a ’little brat’.

Upon hearing this, the Dancing Girl frowned tightly, slowly put down the dagger, and continued to ask, "The young man accompanying you, is he your boyfriend?"

"No, he’s not... why ask such a thing..."

Minamoto Tamako’s face reddened, wondering if she and Mr. Fushimi looked like a couple? Could it be that they seem well-matched?

"Then what is his relationship with Taira Sakurako?" the Dancing Girl asked again.

"He’s Sakurako’s brother... her half-brother... They met each other not long ago in Tokyo and did a DNA test, and indeed, they are siblings! Fate is just so wonderful..."

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t walk any further, stood still, caught her breath for a moment until her brain cleared, and suddenly thought of something, asking backward, "Hey, how do you know she is called Taira Sakurako?"

The Dancing Girl quickly hid the hand holding the knife behind her back, her eyes shifting, looking a bit uneasy, she said, "I heard you call her name before..."

"Did I?"

Minamoto Tamako recalled, when Taira Sakurako went missing, she seemed to have indeed shouted Sakurako’s name loudly, probably letting the other party hear: "I see... By the way, my name is Minamoto Tamako, what’s your name?"

"I’m Ito Mayu."

The Dancing Girl instinctively replied, then suddenly thought of something, and jumped off Minamoto Tamako’s back, she moved agilely, not showing signs of injury at all.

"Hey? You—"

Minamoto Tamako was stupefied, just about to ask what was going on when Ito Mayu spoke first, claiming that her companion was in danger and needed to hurry to the hot spring lodge to notify them!

"What do you mean?"

The amount of information was too large, Minamoto Tamako couldn’t react for a moment.

Why did Miss Mayu say Mr. Fushimi was in danger? Moreover, wasn’t her ankle injured? How did it suddenly get better?

Could this be some prank? Or does she have some other intention...

Minamoto Tamako finally reacted, stepping back several steps, pulling away from Ito Mayu, asking her to explain the situation clearly.

"There’s no time! Aren’t you worried about your boyfriend’s safety? Let’s go first!"

Ito Mayu, stepping on wooden sandals, just ran a few steps when Minamoto Tamako grabbed her arm, insisting she explain first.

In their tussle, with a clatter, a dagger dropped from Ito Mayu’s sleeve, reflecting the moonlight, making a crisp sound on the cobblestones.

They both looked down, suddenly quieting down.

Minamoto Tamako raised her eyebrows, seriously said, "I trust my partner, no matter what danger he faces, he can come through unscathed—because he is an excellent criminal police officer."

After speaking, she paused, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, folded it, and clamped the blade: "Now, as a fellow criminal police officer, I have the responsibility and the authority to interrogate you. Please explain the origin of this weapon and your earlier comment about ’possible danger’..."

Ito Mayu stayed silent for a moment, then turned around and ran. Minamoto Tamako shouted ’stop’, and hurriedly chased after her.

"You simply don’t understand how serious this is!" Ito Mayu shouted while running, "If you delay any longer, your pale-faced boyfriend probably won’t see tomorrow’s sun!"

"I already said—he’s not my boyfriend—" Minamoto Tamako ran out of breath.

The two dashed under the night, pebbles clattered loudly, and as they rushed into Hot Spring Street, a wailing cry rang out. Ito Mayu’s face suddenly changed, thinking it was indeed a step too late...

...

Ten or so minutes back in time.

When Minamoto Tamako heard the sobbing voice, Fushimi Roku had just finished soaking in the hot spring, looking like a handsome man emerging from the bath; his skin was smooth, and he felt relaxed, entering the locker room to change clothes wearing a yukata.

He opened the locker, habitually glanced at his phone, and saw a message from Taira Sakurako. The content was very short, only six words:

"I’m alright, don’t worry about me."

Fushimi Roku cursed the stubborn kid under his breath, called her, and sure enough, there was no answer, probably because it was on silent. He sent a message back, asking what the heck Taira Sakurako was doing and when she would return. No reply for now from Sakurako, maybe she hadn’t seen it.

No, something’s wrong!

Suddenly alert, Fushimi Roku realized, at this rate, isn’t he turning into her dad?

After all, they only had an employment relationship; Taira Sakurako’s recklessness had nothing to do with him. None of it was worth him worrying over...

Fushimi Roku internally made excuses, trying to justify his lazy behavior. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man passed by with a smile, chatting him up, saying that after a hot spring, it’s best to take a shower for the authentic experience.

Fushimi Roku glanced at the man’s criminal index above his head, seventeen percent, seemed normal, he didn’t raise his guard, deciding to follow local customs and detour to the bathhouse for a scrub.

He pulled open the cubicle curtain, had just stripped, sitting on a small stool, when a dozen burly men suddenly surrounded him, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

"..."

"..."

It seemed like their operations were amateur; perhaps it was their first time causing trouble, which made their expressions a bit awkward. Fushimi Roku felt awkward throughout. After all, they were all naked, so he took the initiative to ask them what they wanted.

One of the middle-aged men took out a hemp rope, politely asking, "Uh, could you do us a favor and loop this rope around your neck?"

"What if I refuse?" Fushimi Roku, at a loss, couldn’t figure out what they were trying to do.

"Why waste words with him! Such a beast should be hanged!"

Someone shouted, and immediately the middle-aged men went into battle mode, their expressions tightening, rushing forward to pin down Fushimi Roku. The latter was surprised, bounced backward, covered his crotch with a towel, and kicked a small stool out of the way, tripping the leading man to the ground.

Two middle-aged men followed closely, jiggling their bellies, chest hair in his face.

Fushimi Roku cursed a stroke of bad luck, never expecting to encounter such a thing in the bathhouse while on vacation. He intended to kick the man to the ground but feared they might enjoy it. Instead, he hooked his toes, caught the small stool with his right hand, swung it wide from left to right, smashing it on the man’s head, knocking him down in a few strokes.

The men fell to the ground, wailing, curling up and rolling around.

Just as Fushimi Roku discarded the bench, the bathhouse curtain was flung open, and Ito Mayu rushed in, shouting, "Stop! Spare him—"

The words were cut short, as she looked down and saw all her companions lying on the ground wailing, and stood there in shock.

Outside the curtain came Minamoto Tamako’s voice, panting, as she propped her knees, her head lowered, saying:

"I-I told you... he’s very capable..."

Fushimi Roku quickly wrapped the towel around his lower body, feeling embarrassed to be flailing it around in front of women. Seeing the intruder seemed to be in-the-know, he put his hands on his hips, asking:

"Can someone explain, what is going on?"

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