Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 84 - 6: The Grand Entrance of the Airplane Head!

Chapter 84: Chapter 6: The Grand Entrance of the Airplane Head!

——"I can help you kill someone"

Fushimi Roku unfolded the note, looking at the neat handwriting, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Could it be that this little guy is mistaking him for some kind of boss of a psychopathic killer organization?

Ridiculous, ridiculous, everyone knows Fushimi Roku is law-abiding and righteous. During his training at the police academy, he made outstanding contributions to the school’s discipline, eliminating corruption within the school; at the critical moment of the graduation exam, he made great sacrifices for the fairness and integrity of the exam, helping the school select excellent talent... Up until now, he has been working diligently in his jurisdiction, assisting the investigation team in solving murder cases. How could someone as exemplary as he, who does good deeds without leaving his name, employ child labor for murder?

"Kids these days are really up to no good."

Fushimi Roku watched as Taira Sakurako was helped into the car, the welfare officer folded the wheelchair and placed it in the car’s trunk. He stood on the hospital steps, tore up the note in front of Taira Sakurako, and put the fragments in his pocket.

Taira Sakurako blinked and turned her face away.

The officer sat in the driver’s seat and started the car, while Fushimi Roku watched the taillights disappear at the intersection.

He completed the task smoothly but wasn’t in a hurry to report back, planning to slack off for a bit. Only fools rush to report to their superiors; real veterans finish the day’s work by the morning and slack off until ten minutes before clocking out to submit their work.

"Hello? Is this Kitahara Affairs Officer? Here’s the thing, that child named Taira Sakurako is recovering, she’s currently sent to a child protection agency for treatment, I and Officer Yuan are following up with the investigation, aiming to take statements by tomorrow night... Yes, right, I got it, goodbye."

Fushimi Roku hung up the phone, walked out of the phone booth, and casually flipped through the Yellow Pages.

He recently had some ’pocket money’, and even though he knew he couldn’t spend it for now, he couldn’t help wanting to see what good stuff he could buy.

The primary task is to buy a house, he still has a deep-rooted obsession with property purchase as a Chinese person. He roughly flipped through, there were only real estate agency numbers in the Yellow Pages, but no property for sale information, if he went through an agency, it might cause trouble, so he casually closed the Yellow Pages.

Once things calm down, he would buy a house near the West Sugamo shopping center. At least it should have a kitchen, so he can whip up some small dishes in his free time. In the event of any serious problem, he could also use the kitchen to cook large omnivorous animals.

But speaking of it, his culinary skills are still at Lv1 level.

Fushimi Roku currently has 7 attribute points and 2 skill points left. After firing a few shots at a living target, he successfully unlocked Handgun Mastery Lv1... Though he’d suffered from poor gun skills once before, the greatest lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity doesn’t learn from history, so he chose to upgrade his culinary skills to level two.

Leave one skill point for emergencies.

A familiar warm flow surged through him, Fushimi Roku felt his fingers become nimble, and his sense of taste and smell became more acute, his mind filled with recipes he’d never heard before.

He went to the grocery store and direct sale store to buy some seasonings, fresh vegetables, a few pounds of pork, and a freshly killed old hen, planning to go back to the police station and borrow the communal kitchen on the third floor to cook some good dishes, hopefully, he could taste the flavor of home tonight.

On the way back, Fushimi Roku felt increasingly light-hearted, feeling that life was becoming more hopeful.

The sky gradually darkened, the neon lights lit up in succession, and the shops on Sugamo Street hung up their signs.

Fushimi Roku walked up to the police station’s door, only then remembering Minamoto Tamako had run away from the hospital crying and hadn’t contacted him since.

Could she really have been hurt this badly?

It’s just a word, kid.

Hiss, should he try to comfort her? It sounds like such a hassle...

Fushimi Roku pushed open the police station door and heard Watanabe Shun shout from the back of the reception hall: "Yoshi! That’s right! You are already a mighty woman!!"

Hmm?

Fushimi Roku’s first reaction was how Watanabe Shun got released, was it possible Kazama Tatsuya did some shady deal with the prosecutor...? Then he realized something was off, what on earth was a ’mighty woman’?

He walked around the reception desk, holding a paper bag full of ingredients, his pinky hooked a few plastic bags filled with spices and seasonings.

Once he entered the office, Fushimi Roku saw two pompadours — one naturally being Watanabe Shun, there’s no need to elaborate; the other was Minamoto Tamako, her hair was heavily gelled in a spiral upwards, even the bangs on her forehead were standing upright.

Watanabe Shun stood on a measuring tape, pulling it upwards, his face shocked as he said to the top of Minamoto Tamako’s pompadour, "One meter seventy-seven! Unbelievable, it’s simply too incredible, your height has reached an astounding one meter seventy-seven! You can already crush those jerks who looked down on you in terms of height!!"

Minamoto Tamako puffed out her chest, her hands along her pant seams, standing on tiptoe, trying to be measured even taller by Watanabe Shun, looking like a spiral shell. Hearing the height reported by Senior Watanabe, her confidence soared, and she adjusted her wobbling pompadour.

Fushimi Roku stood silently behind the two, watching as Minamoto Tamako asked, ’Does this really work’... Watanabe Shun immediately gave a thumbs up, wearing a ’trust me, I’m right’ expression, and explained in an extremely serious tone: "Haven’t you noticed that most members of the Criminal Police Department have pompadours?"

Minamoto Tamako thought carefully: "Oh? Seems true..."

"You see! Even the chief has a pompadour! Do you know why?" Watanabe Shun lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously.

"Why?" Minamoto Tamako immediately took the bait.

"Because the pompadour adds height! Hair is naturally part of the body! In nature, creatures with larger sizes appear more intimidating, like peacocks who increase their body size by spreading their tails, to intimidate opponents and compete for mating rights, the pompadour has the same principle."

Watanabe Shun spoke, adjusting his own pompadour proudly: "With such a hairstyle, you can crush opponents with your imposing manner and increase your sense of dignity!"

"I see!" Minamoto Tamako was suddenly enlightened.

She picked up a small mirror, posing fiercely to look like a ’person of society’.

At this point, the reflection from the mirror accidentally hit Fushimi Roku standing behind her, she hurriedly turned back, their eyes met, and the office fell into silence.

"Officer Yuan, show your special training results!" Watanabe Shun suddenly said.

"I-Iron Sheep Roku!" Minamoto Tamako stammered: "I am Lady Yuzi! At your service!"

"..."

Fushimi Roku dared not laugh.

If he laughed this time, Minamoto Tamako might actually develop a psychological shadow. He recollected all the sad things from his previous life in his mind to suppress his smile, and said with a serious face: "Very impressive, quite imposing."

"R-Really?"

Minamoto Tamako’s eyes widened, filled with joy. Watanabe Shun lightly coughed, reminding her to be serious, she immediately tightened her face, crossing her arms and looking at Fushimi Roku proudly.

"..."

Fushimi Roku was indeed having a hard time holding it in, this place wasn’t fit for staying much longer, he turned his face aside, carrying the ingredients upstairs, casually brushing them off: "Impressive, impressive, such kingly aura, I shall withdraw for three spaces."

He went up to the third floor, put the ingredients on the kitchen counter, glanced around, and saw a layer of dust had settled on the stove, seemingly indicating Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun had no habit of cooking.

"Let’s clean up first."

Fushimi Roku took off his police jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and just put on a floral pink apron when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Kazama Tatsuya looking exhausted, about to go back to his dorm to rest.

The two faced each other, Kazama Tatsuya was stunned at first, then turned to him with a stern face and asked: "Where were you last night?"

"Hmm?"

"I heard about the Sugamo Apartment massacre case, there were blood words of Heavenly Punishment painted on the wall," Kazama Tatsuya turned towards him, eyes piercing, his tone aggressive: "You weren’t at the police station last night, your alibi is false... why did you lie?"