Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 249 - 170: Dragon Seeking Skill

Early the next morning, Fushimi Roku woke up early, washed up, and left the house to see Minamoto Tamako giving Sakurako Taira detailed instructions not to open the door to strangers and to heat up rice balls or bento if she got hungry.

Fushimi Roku thought she was worrying unnecessarily. Sakurako Taira had her own little savings and could order delivery if hungry, possibly eating better than the two of them. Besides, Senior Kazama was next door; if Sakurako needed anything, she could call him anyti. Nothing could go wrong.

The two of them tidied up, donned the typical three-piece detective coat set, and Minamoto Tamako wore big sunglasses as they swaggered out the door.

Yazaki Momo called, and the three of them t at the railroad crossing at the end of Sugamo Street, taking the train up the mountain together. Fushimi Roku didn’t feel like walking and casually asked, "As a reporter, don’t you have a car?"

"I do," Yazaki Momo replied casually while touching up her makeup on the train, "but I’m paying off the car loan every month!"

"Then why not drive it? Save yourself the train ride," Fushimi Roku asked.

"Does gasoline co for free? Besides, there are all luxury cars parked in the villa; my little Suzuki doesn’t cut it, too embarrassing," she said.

After speaking, Yazaki Momo applied lipstick to her lips, smacked them, making a ’pop’ sound, and checked herself in the small mirror. After makeup, her looks went from above average to a stunning beauty.

Minamoto Tamako sat beside her with a ’wow, amazing’ expression. She hadn’t been exposed to makeup and always had a bare face, at most applying a little lipstick or moisturizer.

Fushimi Roku realized that Yazaki Momo, while career-oriented, also had a vanity streak. If it weren’t for the money, she wouldn’t be working so hard chasing hot news.

After finishing her makeup, Yazaki Momo suggested they unify their stories and adopt a reasonable identity, like that of a reporter’s assistant.

Minamoto Tamako raised a small hand and quietly said, "I... I told Miss Ono the day before yesterday that I was a criminal police officer..."

"Who?" Yazaki Momo couldn’t recall.

"She’s the maid of Princess Nakako... She’s really nice and even drove down the mountain," Minamoto Tamako paused, quickly adding, "But I posed as a supernatural enthusiast, and Ono Ken believed it."

"Then supernatural enthusiast it is. I’ll just say I invited you two to act as mood setters. It’ll also be a form of witnessing..."

Before Yazaki Momo could finish, Fushimi Roku suddenly interrupted, "No, my identity is a spirit dium detective. I ca especially to observe and study the spirit summoning ceremony."

Both of them were taken aback, turning their heads to look at Fushimi Roku, who appeared calm and even asked in return, "What’s wrong? Can’t I?"

"Well... it’s not that you can’t," Yazaki Momo snapped her makeup case shut, "but have you studied any mystical knowledge about spirit diums? What if you’re exposed?"

"I cramd last night, absolutely won’t blow my cover," Fushimi Roku nodded confidently.

Minamoto Tamako finally understood, this guy read all those books not to debunk the spirit dium’s tricks, but to join in and use the spirit communication guise to scam money!

Maybe he’s planning to steal business!

"What nonsense are you spouting? People will spot you as a fraud imdiately!" Minamoto Tamako retorted rcilessly.

Fushimi Roku shook his head and sighed, folding his arms and closing his eyes, speaking with an air of wisdom, "I originally intended to interact with you as an ordinary person, but it only led to distance... I’m done pretending, I’m revealing the truth: I’m actually a super dium."

"..."

The office worker standing before the three snickered, gripping the handle and discreetly turning his face away.

Minamoto Tamako felt embarrassed for him, her toes curling up in embarrassnt. She turned slightly, cupping her mouth with her hand, and whispered quietly, "Stop talking, people are laughing at you, it’s so embarrassing!"

Fushimi Roku remained unmoved, exuding an expert aura, "Let them laugh if they want. Mouths are theirs to use."

"Aren’t you disgracing our police departnt? What if the royal family mocks us? The chief might want to kill you!" Minamoto Tamako tried scaring Fushimi Roku to dissuade his unrealistic notion.

Fushimi Roku glanced sidelong at Minamoto Tamako, and under Yazaki Momo’s curious gaze, he spoke slowly, "Weren’t you always curious why I kept looking at people’s heads?"

"Yeah, why? But you haven’t done it much lately..."

Rembering this, Minamoto Tamako couldn’t help but ask. It had always been her second biggest mystery, making her think Fushimi Roku had so unspeakable secret.

Fushimi Roku didn’t reply, instead slowly raising his head, blatantly staring at the office worker’s head, and confidently said, "I can tell at a glance, this uncle is a man with a woman’s heart, and his favorite hobby is dressing in won’s clothing... Am I right?"

In his eyes, the office worker’s vices were crystal clear.

The man had a ghostly expression, coughed awkwardly, adjusted his tie, and shuffled into the next train car with small steps.

Seeing the man flee, Yazaki Momo was particularly surprised and curiously asked, "How did you see that?"

"This is my family’s Dragon Seeking Skill, allowing to use the Yin Yang Eye to observe the shape of ’Qi,’ and with the secret technique ntal thod, deduce a person’s past and predict their future destiny."

Fushimi Roku spoke seriously, his expression grave, "It has over a thousand years of history, dating back to the Kamakura period, a mystical art brought from China to Japan..."

Minamoto Tamako interrupted, "But doesn’t your family run an izakaya? You also said your father wanted you to inherit it, and you gave up culinary skills honed from childhood for your dream of becoming a police officer and resolutely enrolled in police school."

Fushimi Roku indeed had said as much, casually making it up back at Sugamo Station front Patrol House. He didn’t expect Minamoto Tamako to rember it so clearly after all this ti.

Though exposed, he didn’t blush, instead speaking as if it were natural, "It’s called ’a great concealnt lies in the city.’"

Seeing Yazaki Momo’s skeptical face, Minamoto Tamako quickly chid in, "You must have deduced it through reasoning! Sherlock Hols could do similar things, just by looking at soone’s watch to discern their profession and identity!"

"Really? I put in quite an effort back then to attach part of Kawai’s soul to the rabbit police officer without affecting her reincarnation... Are you going to deny that too?" Fushimi Roku played his trump card.

Minamoto Tamako was speechless.

Yazaki Momo, witnessing this, clapped her hands gently in excitent and claid Fushimi-kun was so amazing he could rival the Oogami Spirit dium!

Fushimi Roku could tell Yazaki Momo was instigating drama; as a journalist, she wasn’t afraid of stirring trouble.

In fact, Yazaki Momo’s plan had been this all along.

She hired Fushimi Roku not just because he was handso, but because he had a certain quality... As a news hound, she could sll ’news’ on Fushimi Roku.

This kind of person is naturally the center of a vortex, and the fates of those around him will inevitably be drawn in.

Yazaki Momo’s smile blood like a peach blossom. She continued chatting with Fushimi Roku about mysticism. This ti Minamoto Tamako didn’t interject, her ahoge twitching anxiously, not recovering even after disembarking.

Upon reflection, the Om Truth Sect’s attitude toward Fushimi-kun was strange, and he often did inexplicably amazing things...

Could it be that Fushimi-kun really had supernatural abilities?