Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 555 - 384: Nightmare3

On the other end of the receiver, there was silence for a second or two, seemingly too embarrassed to speak: "So, about that thing, the bedwetting incident! I just told you about this—she certainly doesn’t know I told you about it!"

Fushimi Rokushin felt his doubts lessen slightly; he knew now was not the ti for pleasantries. Getting straight to the point, he asked, "What did you an by ’don’t commit suicide’?"

"If you die once in the dream, you’ll forget sothing!" Minamoto Tamako said urgently. "I’ve just died three tis, only to find gaps in my mory... damn it! What exactly did I forget?!"

With her reminder, Fushimi Roku realized where the sense of anomaly had co from.

He activated the Judicial Court in his mind, quickly retrieving his mory files, and discovered that all mories from April this year were gone. He couldn’t even recall what he had forgotten.

Minamoto Tamako didn’t pause, and he heard her continue: "If you die too many tis, you’ll forget that you’re in a dream! So definitely don’t commit suicide, and don’t get killed! This hypnosis treatnt is different from the last one; dreams are very dangerous!"

Fushimi Roku understood the first part; dying once makes you forget part of your mory, and eventually, you would forget who you are or where you are... if unlucky, maybe the next death would make him forget about the Nishino siblings.

What’s worse, Fushimi Roku wasn’t a local.

He lived two lives, with Zhou Hao’s mories being dominant, while "Fushimi Roku’s" mories acted as a backup—if Zhou Hao’s mories were gone, would he still be himself?

Even if he could wake up, the soul in his body might not be himself anymore!

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Fushimi Roku clamped the phone between his shoulder and ear, rushed into Tamako’s room, found a ballpoint pen, and wrote a sentence on his arm:

"No system ans it’s a dream."

When Fushimi Roku woke up, he noticed that there were no criminal entries above Tamako’s head, which was the first indication to him that he was dreaming.

Now, he planned to use this to differentiate between dreams and reality.

Fushimi Roku wasn’t sure if this would be effective; perhaps the next ti he woke, the words on his arm would disappear.

While writing, he didn’t pause his questioning: "What do you an by ’dreams are very dangerous’? Will there be monster attacks?"

"No... it’s not that kind of danger..."

The voice in the conversation beca distorted, an ear-piercing electronic noise overshadowing the speech.

Fushimi Roku uttered a few ’moshi moshi’ into the phone, vaguely hearing Minamoto Tamako shouting, but couldn’t make out what she was saying.

He thought it might be because the landline was too far away, affecting the call, so he held the phone and returned to the living room, only to find the sound quality still poor.

"I’ll hang up first and call you back!"

Fushimi Roku shouted, looked down, and found there was no caller ID on the landline.

What’s going on?

Fushimi Roku was startled, and before he could react, he heard the sound of the door opening from outside the living room. Minamoto Tamako’s voice seed to co from a great distance, mixed with faint words like ’die,’ ’obedient,’ ’rules’... simultaneously, footsteps ca from the hallway entrance, and he turned to see a pale face peeking from the corner.

—It was Kujo Yua.

That face looked like a paper cutout from a photograph, lacking any vitality, with hollow eyes staring straight at Fushimi Roku, accompanied by a grim and hoarse inquiry:

"Tamako-chan..."

"Is your howork... finished?"