Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 239 - 160: The True Reverse Scale

Fushimi Roku thought, no way, right? Can’t be this unlucky, right? Isn’t this guy only good at intuition locking criminals and the Great mory Recovery Technique? Could he have suddenly had an epiphany and turned into the One-Ard Detective?

"Found anything?" he asked naturally.

"I’ll tell you when I get back," Kazama Tatsuya hung up the phone.

Fushimi Roku listened to the busy tone in the receiver, thinking this guy was definitely doing it on purpose, probably hadn’t found anything at all and was coming back just to scare him.

Minamoto Tamako was standing right next to him, leaning in close, and could hear the conversation clearly. Unlike Fushimi Roku’s suspicion, she seed quite pleased: "Since Senior Kazama said that, he must’ve found so clue!"

Fushimi Roku was about to say sothing to dampen her spirits when there was a sudden knock at the living room door.

"So fast?" Minamoto Tamako was taken aback.

She didn’t feel comfortable going to open the door, so Fushimi Roku proactively took on the task. He stepped forward, glanced out through the peephole, and his expression turned peculiar.

"Who is it?"

Seeing his expression, Minamoto Tamako guessed it wasn’t Senior Kazama outside.

The knocking continued, and after hesitating for a mont, Fushimi Roku opened the door to find Shirakawa Miki standing in the doorway, with Horie Junko timidly peeking from behind.

"Fushimi Sect Leader..." Shirakawa Miki noticed Minamoto Tamako in the living room and promptly corrected herself: "Mr. Fushimi, we et again."

Minamoto Tamako looked suspicious, leaning against the sofa armrest and craning her neck to peer into the hallway.

Fushimi Roku seed unwilling to invite them in. Leaning against the door, he casually greeted them and got straight to the point: "What brings you here?"

"Well, my daughter and I have applied for jobs as apartnt managers and cleaners. We’re temporarily staying next door to Mr. Fushimi... So, we’ll be neighbors from now on, and we ca specially to make acquaintances."

After saying this, Shirakawa Junko turned slightly to indicate to her daughter to greet them proactively.

Horie Junko was so nervous her palms were sweaty, and she quickly bowed at a ninety-degree angle, saying earnestly: "Ple-please take care of us!"

"Ah, got it, anything else?" Fushimi Roku yawned.

"If you need housekeeping services, please co knocking anyti," Shirakawa Miki also bowed slightly: "We’d love for Mr. Fushimi to visit."

Fushimi Roku hadn’t replied yet when he faintly sensed a wave of resentnt coming from behind him. He turned slightly and saw Minamoto Tamako lounging lazily on the sofa, her arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and her mouth pouting sky-high.

"We’ll talk about it when needed," Fushimi Roku casually responded.

Being aware that it wasn’t quite convenient for him at the mont, Shirakawa Miki smiled and took her leave. Once the door was closed, Horie Junko quietly complained to her mother about the unnecessity of interrupting other people’s lives like this.

"Fool, what man doesn’t fool around?" Shirakawa Miki lectured, "Capturing soone you like using your physique is nothing to be shy about... Don’t look at like that, I’m your mother, of course, I know what you’re thinking."

"I, I..."

Horie Junko felt she wasn’t good enough for Fushimi Roku, content just to be able to catch a glimpse of him from afar.

But Shirakawa Miki thought differently. Taking her daughter ho, she continued her persuasive talk: "That little lady detective won’t be ho all the ti, right? House flowers don’t sll as sweet as wild ones! Fushimi Sect Leader is just temporarily lost, we have the obligation to lead him back on track..."

...

anwhile, Fushimi Roku closed the door, and as soon as he turned around, Minamoto Tamako snorted.

"What are you snorting about?" Fushimi Roku glanced sideways at her, walked into the kitchen to get dog food, preparing to feed A-Jun.

Minamoto Tamako mimicked Fushimi Roku’s mocking, indifferent, and casual tone, "We’ll~~talk~~about~~it~~when~~needed~~"

A-Jun was gobbling up food when he heard the noise, stopped eating, stretched his neck, and looked around, unaware of when another jar of vinegar had appeared in the house.

"Why, unless you plan not to ask the apartnt manager for help if you forget your keys in the future?" Fushimi Roku wore a ’innocence is self-evident’ expression.

"As a criminal police officer, how could I be so sloppy! If I lost the key today, wouldn’t I lose my gun tomorrow?"

Minamoto Tamako sat up, looking mysterious, "Although judging by appearances is not good behavior, my intuition as a criminal police officer tells that those two definitely have ulterior motives, and they aren’t good people."

"Eh—" Fushimi Roku dragged out the tone as he squatted down next to the dog bowl and squeezed out so at bone paste.

"Don’t be fooled by them smiling and greeting you; they might be plotting sothing behind your back! There’s an old saying in China that’s spot-on: A yellow-skinned rat wishing the chicken a happy New Year, only to steal the eggs!" Minamoto Tamako got more and more spirited.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t be bothered to engage with her. After feeding A-Jun, he returned to his room to wash up.

While brushing his teeth, the phone in the living room rang. Minamoto Tamako thought it was Senior Kazama calling back and dared not pick it up. She stretched the phone cord, holding the telephone, and ran into Fushimi Roku’s room with a flush.

Still brushing his teeth, Fushimi Roku casually picked it up, and it was the Director notifying him to return to work as usual tomorrow... unless Fushimi Roku could provide a diagnosis that required further treatnt, otherwise, this leisure was about to end.

Bad news after bad news, leaving him in a foul mood. Perhaps he overexerted his luck yesterday, leading to a backlash today.

Fushimi Roku mumbled so pleasantries and hung up the phone, continuing to brush his teeth. Minamoto Tamako, learning that he would finally be returning to work tomorrow, couldn’t help but feel joyful on his behalf: after eating free als for so long, at last, he’d be contributing to society!

"By the way, do you have any plans for today?" Minamoto Tamako asked while putting the phone back in the living room.

"Going out to exercise," Fushimi Roku said casually.

"Eh? Really?" Minamoto Tamako looked incredulous; a perpetual lazy person suggesting a workout was akin to the sun rising from the west.

"Of course, it’s true, you think I’m like you," Fushimi Roku was about to finish his sentence but suddenly rembered sothing, turning to ask: "You don’t have work today anyway, want to exercise together?"

"Ah, well..."

Minamoto Tamako worried that her stamina wouldn’t keep up, which might hinder Fushimi Roku, and it’d be embarrassing or worse, lead to a deduction of redemption vouchers.

"No worries, you practice shooting, I’ll practice swordsmanship, each doing their own thing," Fushimi Roku gargled and spat out the foam.

Minamoto Tamako imdiately agreed upon hearing there wouldn’t be physical exercise.

Then she thought, how could shooting and swordsmanship be practiced simultaneously? Was she going to be target shooting while Fushimi Roku was practicing sword swings beside her?

Too strange, wasn’t it?

Once Fushimi Roku finished cleaning up, they each returned to their rooms to change into sportswear. Taira Sakurako remained as usual at ho, nearing a thorough understanding of the Redemption Voucher.

Minamoto Tamako excitedly followed Fushimi Roku out, with him carrying a katana and showing his police badge to rent a private shooting range in the outskirts.

Minamoto Tamako received a handgun, and the safety officer stood to the side with hands on hips, while the outdoor range was relatively expansive, full of rubble and wild grass as far as the eye could see.

Fushimi Roku untied the cloth bag, drew his sword, stood next to the target, swung it impressively, and said, "Co on, shoot at ."

He had figured it all out last night.

With weaknesses, they must be overco, as avoidance solves nothing. He needed to make sure from now on that Minamoto Tamako couldn’t pose any threat to him, so he could rest assured allowing her to beco his true nesis.