Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 595 - 405: Who Am I?

"Is it worth it?" Fushimi Roku looked up at the ceiling, feeling truly helpless this ti. "To catch , you’ve now beco a criminal as well... Isn’t this the fate of the Dragon Slayer Warrior turning into the evil dragon?"

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t say that this was just a dream, so she didn’t consider it committing a cri. She thought carefully and said, "The world gains one more small criminal with , but loses one big criminal like you, overall it’s sowhat better... I can turn over a new leaf! So correctly speaking, it’s two criminals less!"

"Is it aningful?" Fushimi Roku asked again.

"What do you think?" Minamoto Tamako lay down beside him.

The two lay side by side in the blood-stained apartnt, Minamoto Tamako’s heart pumping blood as fresh blood surged into Fushimi Roku’s body through the transfusion tubes.

His pale face gradually grew rosy, and his once dull eyes beca increasingly bright.

"This doesn’t count," Fushimi Roku said. "You’re not a police officer; you can’t legally prosecute ."

"Then I can start over, study hard, get into the police academy, beco a police officer, and then collect evidence to bring you to justice," Minamoto Tamako said. "But doing that would take decades, which we probably don’t have."

"We have ti," Fushimi Roku said.

"We don’t have ti, you’re about to wake up!" Minamoto Tamako glanced again at the emotion value above his head.

Fushimi Roku didn’t understand; he didn’t know what ’you’re about to wake up’ ant, only that things shouldn’t end so hastily.

He suddenly turned over, pressing Minamoto Tamako beneath him. She was startled, wondering what he was doing.

The next second, Fushimi Roku used his tongue to pull out a blade from his mouth, and with the blade held in his teeth, he slashed it across Minamoto Tamako’s neck, spraying blood all over his face.

Minamoto Tamako was stunned; she really hadn’t expected Fushimi Roku to keep such a trick up his sleeve.

’Next ti... beware of his mouth...’ With consciousness sinking into darkness, a feeling of regret floated in her mind.

Ti seed to stretch out; Minamoto Tamako didn’t know how long had passed, it felt like a century yet only a second.

When she opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Minamoto Tamako slowly got out of bed, holding her head, her mind completely blank.

She rembered nothing.

She didn’t rember who she was, didn’t rember what her na was, only vaguely recalled having forgotten sothing very important.

What’s going on?

Minamoto Tamako slapped her head hard, a wave of inexplicable panic rising in her heart.

She searched around the room, finding her backpack, notebook, smartphone... After a careful examination, she discovered her na was ’An Shuyao’.

How strange, why does this na feel so unfamiliar?

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t figure it out and sat in the room for a long while, trying hard to recall until a woman’s voice called from outside the door: "Shuyao, ti to get up!"

She had no impression of that woman’s voice either. She supposed she should continue researching who she was, but she felt inexplicably curious, wanting to know who was calling.

Hmm, seems I used to be a very curious child...

Minamoto Tamako opened the door and saw a woman making breakfast. The woman had so wrinkles on her face and white hairs at her temples. Seeing her busy in the kitchen stirred a sense of guilt in Minamoto Tamako for seemingly having done many bad things to her before.

Could it be I used to be a rebellious child?

"Uh... Excuse , who are you?" Minamoto Tamako couldn’t help but ask.

"Can’t even recognize your mother?" the woman replied.

Minamoto Tamako was stunned. Seeing her reaction, the woman put down the spatula and jokingly said her na was Chen Huixin... Minamoto Tamako still had no impression, giving her mother a look as if she were a stranger.

Chen Huixin sensed sothing was off, she gently patted Minamoto Tamako’s face and said, "Don’t scare like this, don’t play such pranks... Could it be a fever?"

She placed her hand on Minamoto Tamako’s forehead; the temperature was normal. "Any discomfort?"

Minamoto Tamako obediently said, "I seem to... rember nothing."

Chen Huixin was stunned. "What do you an? Has everything the teacher taught yesterday been forgotten?"

Minamoto Tamako explained her situation, including how upon waking up in the morning, she vaguely dreamt of being killed by so man, regretting not noticing that guy had a blade hidden in his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huixin grew increasingly uneasy, sensing her daughter wasn’t faking it.

In her eyes, her daughter was normally very well-behaved and considerate, never causing trouble, let alone faking illness to skip school... Now she seed genuinely ill.

"Let’s eat first, we’ll talk after breakfast," Chen Huixin forced composure.

Minamoto Tamako obediently sat at the table for breakfast, and after observing for a while, Chen Huixin felt her daughter’s condition was indeed off.

After eating breakfast, Chen Huixin took a day off for her daughter and brought her to the hospital for registration.

Minamoto Tamako went through various tests and was exhausted all day. In the end, the results showed she had no physical problems, potentially a ntal issue, recomnding Chen Huixin consult a psychiatrist.

Chen Huixin thought her daughter might’ve suffered so grievance at school, hence suddenly experiencing amnesia.

She forced a smile in front of Minamoto Tamako and once they returned ho, imdiately called the school to inquire about her daughter’s recent situation.

The class teacher claid An Shuyao had always perford well academically, maintained an upper-middle ranking, and hadn’t displayed any bad behavior or early romantic interests.

After listening, Chen Huixin remained uneasy and asked friends to keep an eye on her daughter, then personally went to the school to ask her daughter’s friends.

After asking around, she found that An Shuyao’s school life was unchanged, having two good friends in the sa class, attending seriously and secretly playing on her phone during breaks, enjoying watching Arican TV series, currently following Stranger Things...

She hadn’t suffered any strikes, nor did anyone bully her.

Chen Huixin was puzzled beyond belief. The next day, she took her daughter to see a psychiatrist, managed to get an expert appointnt through connections.

The doctor examined at length and explained it was a special case, worthy of research—essentially saying the illness couldn’t be diagnosed and was untreatable.

"Since life isn’t problematic, don’t stress too much, just carry on as usual," the doctor advised.

Leaving the hospital, Chen Huixin held Minamoto Tamako’s hand, walking on the sidewalk with evening sunset dragging their shadows long and far.

"Mom, am I causing you trouble?" Minamoto Tamako still retained the Japanese mindset of worrying about inconveniencing others, feeling increasingly guilty and uneasy.

"I’m your mom; there’s no such thing as trouble,"

Chen Huixin smiled, unwilling to let her daughter be distressed by life’s challenges: "Amnesia isn’t so bad, can forget all unhappy things."

"What unhappy things were there?" Minamoto Tamako’s curiosity sparked again.

"Oh, nothing much. When I divorced your father, it wasn’t very pleasant," Chen Huixin stroked her head, jokingly saying, "But now that you’ve forgotten, does that an I can find you a new dad?"

"I don’t know..." Minamoto Tamako was a bit bewildered.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huixin’s heart wrenched. Her eyes were slightly red, yet she forced a smile, stopping to squat down before her daughter.

She gazed levelly into Minamoto Tamako’s eyes, holding her hands, saying sincerely, "It’s okay, no matter what, whether you rember or not, I am your mom."

Minamoto Tamako felt warmth in her heart; she could see her mom pretending to be strong.

For so many years, her mom managed the household alone. Minamoto Tamako felt so heartache and couldn’t help but embrace her.

As mother and daughter embraced, Chen Huixin patted her back: "Alright, alright, cheer up, I’ll make you braised pork tonight."

"Thank you, mom." Minamoto Tamako released her hold, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Family doesn’t say thank you," Chen Huixin stood, finally letting out a heartfelt smile: "Want so fruit? I’ll get you an orange..."

Before the words were finished, a loud noise erupted on the road, as both turned to see a car rushing onto the sidewalk. Without thinking, Chen Huixin pushed her daughter with all her strength—

The next second, Minamoto Tamako was suspended in the air, watching her get crushed under the car wheels.