Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 726 - 448: Lost in Pleasure, Forgetting Home

For normal people in a rational state, their intelligence actually isn’t low. After all, we’re terrifying upright apes with three million years of evolution, and what’s on our necks isn’t a tumor, but a genuine brain weighing over a thousand grams.

But most people find it hard to remain calm during sudden situations, which has nothing to do with intelligence. Even top graduates from prestigious schools can be tricked into the Myanmar North Park—just as Sazaki Gen said, when you have desires, you have weaknesses.

Many people never achieve the unity of knowledge and action in their lifeti.

Kujo Mutsumi grasped Fushimi Roku’s weakness—he didn’t resort to kidnapping threats like Uesugi Shion, nor did he voice opposition like Kujo Yua; instead, he said as a senior, ’My granddaughter doesn’t like you anymore.’

Fushimi Roku certainly knew that this was likely untrue.

But what if?

What if Minamoto Tamako really plans to break up?

Fushimi Roku fell silent for two seconds, then imdiately deleted the ergency call and instead dialed Minamoto Tamako’s number. The phone rang for over ten seconds, finally delivering a cold announcent: "Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be reached at the mont..."

On the other end, Kujo Mutsumi heard the announcent as well and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Earlier, he instructed the butler to temporarily confine Minamoto Tamako, naturally needing to take away her phone to prevent her from making calls everywhere and causing trouble by reaching the outside world.

He didn’t really need to worry about Fushimi Roku reaching Minamoto Tamako, but the issue was that it hadn’t been five minutes since he gave the order, and he couldn’t guarantee it had been executed yet... As a person in power, he knew that executing orders takes ti.

Fortunately, the butler acted quickly and probably already found an excuse to take Minamoto Tamako’s phone.

Fushimi Roku slowly furrowed his brow. He called twice more, and Minamoto Tamako still didn’t answer. From what he knew about Minamoto Tamako, even if she were angry, she wouldn’t ignore his call.

Feeling rather annoyed, he stood up and used his own phone to call ergency services, giving the address. Then he raised Mizutani Junichiro’s phone to the microphone and said:

"If you want to break up, say it to my face. I’ll go there now and let her explain to clearly."

Kujo Mutsumi quietly waited for Fushimi Roku to finish the call. Hearing him request to et Minamoto Tamako, he sighed deeply and said, "Alright, having a closure is good as well."

Fushimi Roku felt a bit uneasy at these words. He didn’t insist on eting but instead frowned and asked, "She doesn’t want to see ?"

"You know Tamako; she doesn’t like this kind of situation," Kujo Mutsumi said. "Moreover, she’s not good at rejecting people... I an emotionally."

Fushimi Roku remained silent. After waiting for a while, Kujo Mutsumi continued, "Let’s leave it at that for now. If you want to co, call in advance, and I’ll arrange for you to et her... I hope you won’t hold a grudge against my granddaughter, Fushimi-kun, and forgive my son’s foolish actions."

After saying that, Kujo Mutsumi added quite solemnly, "I’m terribly sorry."

Fushimi Roku made a sound, the aning unclear, and it wasn’t certain if he forgave them or not. He hung up on his own and sat on the stone steps in the yard without going back into the house.

When the ergency doctors arrived, he conveniently called the police and made a report. The criminal police at Otaru Police Station naturally knew what kind of person Mizutani Junichiro was. In the conflict between the police and criminals, with multiple people ganging up on one person, Fushimi Roku naturally didn’t have to bear much responsibility. Instead, Mizutani Junichiro and others would have to serve so ti.

Even if Mizutani Junichiro sued, it would undoubtedly be dismissed.

By the ti Fushimi Roku finished the report and strolled back ho, it was already deep into the night.

Taira Sakurako wanted to have a late-night snack. There was no delivery service in this area, so she had to go out to find food herself. She went to a small restaurant on the slope to pack a serving of ribbonfish rice and ran into Fushimi Roku just as she was about to enter her ho.

"Why are you back just now?" Taira Sakurako asked, "Who were those people?"

"Tamako’s grandfather’s foolish son sent them to take revenge on ." Fushimi Roku explained succinctly, pushing open the gate and heading straight into the old house.

Taira Sakurako sensed sothing off about his mood, silently carrying the ribbonfish rice to the dining table. She unwrapped the box, eating while observing Fushimi Roku.

She watched as Roku lay on the tatami then sat up, occasionally craning his neck to look out the window, seemingly waiting for soone to return. But with no one passing by outside the window, he soon showed a hint of displeasure and embarrassnt, flipping over to lie back on the tatami.

Hmm, it looked familiar.

Sakurako’s mory was good. After a brief mont of recollection, she rembered why it seed familiar... Minamoto Tamako used to be like this, tossing and turning in bed, sitting up dazed, while wondering if Fushimi Roku liked her.

Exactly the sa.

Sakurako slowly chewed the ribbonfish rice, narrowing her eyes while quietly watching, quickly finding a difference between the two—compared to Minamoto Tamako, Fushimi Roku seed more annoyed, guilty, resentful, with a hint of darkness.

Is this a conflict?

It was the first ti Sakurako saw Fushimi Roku getting frustrated. He was usually the dominant one in their relationship, while Minamoto Tamako always wanted to be on top but never succeeded.

What happened now that could make Fushimi Roku frustrated?

Sakurako found her curiosity piqued, thinking this was a must-learn little trick. After eating and drinking her fill, she pretended to sit casually beside Fushimi Roku, kneeling while sipping barley tea loudly, making gulping noises.

Fushimi Roku was already annoyed. With Sakurako getting closer, it inexplicably irritated him even more, so he waved his hand to shoo her away: "Shoo, shoo, go to the side."