Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 254 - 175: Evil Spirit Attack!!

Minamoto Tamako regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but it couldn’t be helped; Fujiwara Section Chief’s words were too unpleasant. Is having a rich family really so impressive? After all, he didn’t earn it himself... She knew roughly how much the chief’s annual salary was—certainly not enough to afford luxury cars and expensive wines.

Fujiwara Homare was stunned for a mont, thinking this person must have confused his vintage wine with new wine—ignorant bumpkins are like this; talking high-end luxury goods with them is like playing the lute to a cow—they don’t understand at all...

He was about to mock her when Princess Nakako suddenly asked, "Are the two of you a couple?"

That’s the nature of older won, especially perceptive about the romantic relationships of the younger generation. Even a Japan Imperial Family princess is no different from a village gossip; everyone likes talking about family affairs, just that the princesses are more discreet.

Minamoto Tamako’s face reddened instantly. She gestured repeatedly, thinking about how to deny it when Fushimi Roku put down his teacup and calmly said, "To be honest, Tamako is actually my assistant... Of course, just a minor role."

Upon hearing this, Ono Ken’s face revealed a look of understanding, thinking that’s why Tamako ca visiting the night before last—it must have been a Spirit dium’s usual scouting trick;

Fujiwara Homare also looked enlightened, finally understanding why the title ’Spirit dium Detective’ ca about: either Minamoto Tamako leaked internal police data to Fushimi Roku, or Fushimi Roku pointed the finger at a scapegoat, forcing Tamako to confess under pressure... In any case, these two were definitely in cahoots.

Minamoto Tamako felt this wasn’t lying; after all, wasn’t Watson also Sherlock Hols’s assistant? Good partners don’t talk about hierarchy!

Though she always wanted to take the lead in the partnership and have Mr. Fu Jian be the assistant, obviously now wasn’t the ti to fuss over this. To save face for the police, she could only nod repeatedly, agreeing with Fushimi Roku.

"Since Mr. Fu Jian isn’t at liberty to speak, I won’t press the matter," the Princess Nakako said with hidden aning, warmly and with a smile. "Mr. Fu Jian seems like a trustworthy man, and Miss Tamako is a rare gem; both of you should cherish each other..."

Ono Ken quickly coughed, hinting for the mistress not to ss with matchmaking. Princess Nakako regained her senses, realizing it was indeed inappropriate, and showed a apologetic smile, urging Minamoto Tamako and Fushimi Roku not to take it to heart.

Minamoto Tamako’s face flushed red like a fire, and unlike before when she would laugh it off upon hearing these comnts, today she felt guilty, not daring to look up at Fushimi Roku’s face as people joked about them.

The others saw her expression and knew exactly what was going on.

Fujiwara Homare was burning with jealousy; it was as if he couldn’t stand the sight of Fushimi Roku, thinking a poor fellow with gaunt cheeks dared lust after his woman? He should have brought more officers to back him up.

He turned to Minamoto Tamako, thinking this young one surely hadn’t seen much of the world, easily deceived by smooth-talking n—once she experienced true power and the allure of wealth, she’d be eager to throw herself at him.

Princess Nakako abruptly shifted the conversation, lowering her head and swirling her tea as she softly spoke, "Unlike so people, who have notorious bad deeds, reckless playboys only using tricks to lure won into bed."

Fujiwara Homare slamd the cup down on the table, causing tea to splash everywhere, with Minamoto Tamako and others exclaiming as the hot droplets stung their skin like flecks of hot oil.

Fujiwara Homare looked grim, stood up and accused Princess Nakako, claiming it was she, as a mother, who failed to look after her daughter and now blad an outsider.

Princess Nakako was taken aback, not knowing what to say; Ono Ken couldn’t stand it anymore, considering throwing tea at Fujiwara Homare; Yazaki Momo raised her cara, ready to secretly take photos... At this mont, Minamoto Tamako suddenly stood up, spread her arms and shouted loudly, "Stop arguing! I will uphold justice!"

Everyone glanced at her, but no one paid attention.

Ono Ken stood up, sternly asking Fujiwara Homare to leave, but the latter raised his hand imdiately, ready to slap her. In Fujiwara Homare’s eyes, a maid had no right to speak, and he had tolerated Ono Ken for a long while because of Princess Nakako!

Fushimi Roku reached out and tugged Ono Ken to the side, causing her to stagger away just in ti to avoid the slap.

Fujiwara Homare missed his target, feeling humiliated, his anger stifled to the extre level. As he prepared to pick a fight with Fushimi Roku, Fushimi Roku suddenly raised a finger, signaling everyone to be silent: "Shh! Listen carefully..."

Fujiwara Homare was infuriated: "What’s going on—"

"Shut up! I hear the sound of an evil spirit!" Fushimi Roku’s face was serious, not seeming fake. Even Minamoto Tamako was taken aback, pricking up her ears to listen carefully.

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

Everyone turned their heads to the sliding door, faintly hearing footsteps outside.

Minamoto Tamako’s face paled instantly, thinking, could it be, the earthbound spirit at Wulin Temple was so rampant it appeared even in daylight?

She had read about similar events in the book "Haunted Mansion": footsteps mysteriously sounded on empty stairs, piano music played at midnight in a vacant piano room, toilets flushed by themselves, books unexpectedly fell off shelves...

Fujiwara Homare also heard the footsteps, initially surprised and indifferent, but seeing the solemn expressions of others, the tension in the reception room escalated, especially with Fushimi Roku’s confident tone, unsettling him too.

"Here it cos!"

Fushimi Roku shouted like in a horror film, and just when his voice fell, the sliding door indeed started opening slowly.

Fujiwara Homare’s heart trembled; before he could speak, Fushimi Roku suddenly attacked from behind with Double Peak Piercing Ears, he slapped Homare on both temples with a bang.

Fujiwara Homare’s ears rang loudly; his head felt a powerful ’buzz’ as he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness, collapsing to the floor.

anwhile, Doctor Fukuyama opened the sliding door, just in ti to see Fujiwara Homare sprawled out on the tatami, seemingly fainted.

"What happened? Did he eat sothing?"

Instinctively, Doctor Fukuyama wanted to go and help, but Fushimi Roku stopped him, loudly declaring: "No one should approach him! Fujiwara Section Chief is already possessed by an evil spirit!"

Yazaki Momo paused for four or five seconds before reacting and couldn’t help saying, "Obviously you knocked him out, right?"

Fushimi Roku’s face was grave: "Don’t speak nonsense if you don’t understand! Just now, I was trying to prevent the evil spirit from entering Fujiwara Section Chief’s body... But now it seems, it’s already too late."

"Is it for real?"

Minamoto Tamako was frightened, she shrank back, distancing herself from Fujiwara Section Chief: "Mr. Fu Jian, don’t deceive ... Can you really see ghosts?"