Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 132 - 54: Hosting a Banquet, Beheading, Taking as a

If you want to beco a mber of the Fushimi family army, you must pass a series of tests, undergo the review by the Fushimi family head, Fushimi Roku, and reach the standard that an extraordinary dog ​​can achieve, to be granted the qualification of "entry into the residence".

Fushimi Roku handed Jun over to the animal center quarantine station, checked him from head to mouth, and confird there were no diseases or physical defects, just so fleas, which could be taken care of with a bath and insecticide.

"This dog is about one year old, physiologically just an adult, a purebred Border Collie. The market price isn’t cheap, estimated to be a lost or abandoned pet dog. Recently, so residents found it rummaging through trash bins in a park in East Sugamo and called us..."

The veterinarian hoped that healthy stray cats and dogs could find a good ho. This couple appeared to be decent civil servants, the girl seed loving, and the man didn’t seem irresponsible. If they wished to adopt, it would be ideal.

Fushimi Roku took out a small notebook and carefully recorded it.

Every criminal police officer receives a black leather notebook when they start work, used for case records and mos. But he used it for accounting, and now there was another expense of two thousand yen—adoption is free, but examinations are charged.

Even brothers need to settle accounts, let alone a dog. Fushimi Roku had already figured it out. He planned to buy dog food for Jun by half, then half again, and then halve Tokyo’s minimum hourly wage, letting Jun earn his own dog food. If the performance is not good, the salary will be deducted imdiately; once the monthly salary is exhausted, then let him starve.

For Jun, climbing to the top was a long and arduous journey. The first test it encountered was helping with the move.

Fushimi Roku borrowed a small cart from the apartnt managent office, put it on Jun, and let it help move so small items. He only walked through it with Jun once, then let it tidy up the room on its own, pile things onto the cart, and then drag the cart to the East Sugamo Apartnt... Minamoto Tamako saw this and exclaid that he was abusing animals.

"What do you know? This is called self-reliance! If Jun is useless, why should I keep it?"

Fushimi Roku argued convincingly, claiming that Border Collies used to be free labor for shepherds. With such high intelligence and good physical strength, not letting it work is a waste!

Minamoto Tamako dragged a suitcase with her left hand, holding a washbasin in her right hand, filled with toiletries like a toothbrush and toothpaste. She said while walking, "The na Jun isn’t good either... and I haven’t agreed to keep it yet. What if he bites Sakurako?"

"It’s normal for stray dogs to guard food. After all, if they don’t guard food, they starve. Once tad for a period, they won’t randomly bite people." Fushimi Roku paused, tore off a piece of sausage, tossed it, and Jun leaped up to catch it, wagging its tail happily.

"Eh... Is that so." Minamoto Tamako thought it already seed quite obedient now.

"Besides, Jun doesn’t yet qualify to enter the ho. I’m planning to temporarily leave it at Senior Feng’s house. If Senior Feng complains about Jun’s misconduct, then I won’t keep it."

"Will this... really work?" Minamoto Tamako asked, "Will it be too much trouble for Senior Feng?"

"He looks like a lonely old man who surely loves keeping dogs," Fushimi Roku said indifferently.

When they returned to the apartnt, Taira Sakurako was taking a nap in her room. This child being active at night and inactive during the day had already adopted a U.S. routine, which was hard to change.

Minamoto Tamako tidied up the room, and the two people and the dog knocked on the door next door.

The door was opened by Watanabe Shun. This guy had drunk all night yesterday, and now the hangover was just wearing off. Upon learning that Fushimi Roku planned to temporarily keep the Border Collie, he made the decision for his boss to agree.

Fushimi Roku peered into the living room and casually asked, "Where’s Miss Chihi?"

"Who?" Watanabe Shun scratched his bald head.

"None of your business."

Fushimi Roku figured that Kazama Chihi had already left before Watanabe Shun returned. "What was Senior Feng doing?"

"He went to the police station to work..." Watanabe Shun, behind Minamoto Tamako, put his arm around Fushimi Roku’s shoulder and said sneakily, "Wanna drink tonight? I bought vouchers at the izakaya last night. Really can’t spend it all alone..."

"No thanks, just two rough n, what’s the point," Fushimi Roku asked, "Why did he go to the police station? Isn’t there another case?"

"Don’t know, the boss didn’t say." Watanabe Shun gestured a graceful figure with his hands, continuing to persuade, "The lady boss at the izakaya has a stunning figure, more intoxicating than sake..."

Fushimi Roku glanced at Minamoto Tamako, who puffed her cheeks like a hamster when she heard ’Sister Chihi’ and stared at him silently.

"Ahem, I’m not interested in those things." Fushimi Roku refused with a straight face.

Then, he changed the subject, saying: "We just ca from the police station; the team is all resting. What case could he possibly have? He’s definitely slacking off. Send him a buzz and ask what he’s doing."

"Is that so? The boss is usually serious during working hours..."

Despite what he said, Watanabe Shun took out the beeper and sent a ssage to his boss: "What are you doing?"

— "Release"

Kazama Tatsuya replied instantly.

Minamoto Tamako ca over, stood on her tiptoes to look at the screen, and asked, "What does this an?"

"It ans ’let it out’," Watanabe Shun explained, typing and reading aloud, "Drinking tonight?"

— "Get lost"

"That’s it, the boss is angry," Watanabe Shun hurriedly denied, typing back, "Mr. Lu said it, nothing to do with ."

Fushimi Roku squinted at him, and Watanabe Shun blushed slightly, coughed dryly, and said, "Consider this as payback for taking my hat last ti. This is what happens when you offend a senior."

Just then, the beeper beeped twice, and Kazama Tatsuya sent another ssage.

— "Got in touch with the person"

— "Want to et?"

Watanabe Shun was puzzled, wondering what this ant. Could it be that the boss had secretly contacted the izakaya owner? Or had he found a matchmaking partner for him?

He turned his head, only to find Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako looking different.

The forr lowered his head in ditation, showing a conflicted expression as if hesitating about sothing; the latter had a solemn face, her brows furrowed, looking as if she was facing a great enemy.

Since last night, they found it strange.

What exactly is Senior Feng’s relationship with this family?

On the surface, this appears to be a simple impulsive murder case, where the wife accidentally pushed the husband down the stairs in anger. If it weren’t for Fushimi Roku stirring things up, this case might have been closed in three days.

However, when Fushimi Roku suggested there was another culprit, Senior Feng did not question it and even said the first ti, "I know who the real culprit is," yet asked Fushimi Roku not to investigate further... Upon reflection, his action of rushing upstairs to check the video recorder was also suspicious.

"Mr. Fushimi, what do you think?"

Minamoto Tamako supported her chin with her thumb and curled her index finger under her lips, posing the classic thinking stance of a famous detective.

"Senior Feng is very familiar with the real culprit. He knows the culprit has a bad character and is incorrigible, so once a murder occurs, he imdiately suspects it was the other’s doing..."

As Fushimi Roku spoke, he realized sothing was wrong.

Hiss, there’s a strong sense of déjà vu...

Minamoto Tamako nodded in agreent, "I think so too, but I don’t understand why Senior Feng would cover for the culprit..."

"Speculation is useless," Fushimi Roku rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "It’s ti to test our luck again."

He tore a page out of his small notebook, split it into three, and wrote words on each strip, mixing them up to let Minamoto Tamako draw.

"Guessing the thod again?" Minamoto Tamako drew a slip: "Invitation? What does it an?"

She unfolded the other paper strips one by one and saw the words "invitation", "beheading", and "accept it like a dog".

"Literal aning," Fushimi Roku said with a smile.