Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Everyone with a discerning eye could see that Minamoto Tamako liked Fushimi Roku.

After all, she wore her heart on her sleeve, unable to hide her feelings and not good at lying. She thought she had hidden her inner thoughts well, but everyone could see what she was thinking.

Fushimi Roku was different. This guy was good at sophistry, liked to keep things to himself, and often deceived himself. At least Minamoto Tamako could face the fact that she liked someone; but he was different. He could blame the Angel and Demon on his shoulders, thinking it was these two who egged him on to have a little bit of fondness.

If we probe further, if it were just a little bit of fondness, then why was he so accommodating to Minamoto Tamako?

Mr. Lu could still rationalize it. His fondness wasn't something anyone could earn. It was more precious than a diamond in the Ocean Star, and for a straightforward girl like Minamoto Tamako to get one-thousandth of his affection was already very rare and valuable, naturally deserving of high treatment.

On the surface, he accommodated Minamoto Tamako in everything, but in reality, this was just the tip of the iceberg, part of his plan, a drop that leaked through his fingers, merely a small step to gain favor with the wealthy daughter of the Fu family, nothing more.

Precisely because Fushimi Roku never opened his heart and never talked about his feelings with anyone (the Evil Chant doesn't count), Kazama Tatsuya always kept his distance from him and didn't dare to open his heart, worrying that Minamoto Tamako would suffer emotional damage.

Fushimi Roku managed to upgrade his psychological guidance to level seven, so he naturally knew what Kazama Tatsuya and Moriyama Yasurou were thinking – they didn't trust him, but out of fear, old affections, and for Minamoto Tamako's sake, they hid certain things.

Secrets have limits, and once that threshold is exceeded, the keeper will bring them to light.

Now, what Fushimi Roku needed to do was to gain the trust of the two, to let them know he was a "normal person" – with moral standards, capable of judging right from wrong, and capable of liking or disliking someone. That's what a normal person is.

In the past, Fushimi Roku had his own approach – 'Actually, it's easy to determine the standard of a normal person as long as the people you interact with can't tell that you're mentally ill, then you're normal'... But this was clearly outdated. His antlers were too sharp, accidentally piercing others.

Like Sakurako, Fushimi Roku also needed to prove he was not abnormal.

Finally, it was his turn to face his inner self.

Inside Fushimi Roku's mind, the judicial court unfolded again, Moriyama Yasurou and Kazama Tatsuya were plaintiffs, Minamoto Tamako sat in the judge's seat, holding a gavel, wearing a white curly wig.

'Not good...'

'If I say it in this situation, Minamoto Tamako might take it seriously...'

He glanced sideways at Minamoto Tamako, whose face was overflowing with anticipation.

'Is the silly assistant Mr. Fu Jian finally about to confess? Wahaha! Today is truly my lucky day!!'... She must be thinking this in her heart right now.

Fushimi Roku clasped his ten fingers and rested them on his chin, his mind racing, solemnly saying, "Tamako and I are good friends, of course, I like her."

"To be honest, I prefer people like Watanabe Shun with a cheerful personality; both of you have good character too. I've always been a bit shy to say it, but I've always considered you both as friends and enjoy being with you."

...

Minamoto Tamako looked disappointed.

So, it was a friendly kind of liking, were they always more than friends but not quite lovers?

Moriyama Yasurou wasn't too satisfied with this answer, but also not dissatisfied, feeling something was missing – this guy was using 'buddy-buddy' as a shield, she naturally couldn't feel much sincerity.

Plus, she felt a bit guilty and didn't dare to be too harsh; Fushimi Roku had already given her enough face, so she let it slide with a laugh.

But Kazama Tatsuya wasn't afraid of Fushimi Roku; he had nothing to lose, with nothing to fear, he decisively tore off Fushimi Roku's cover: "I was asking about romantic relationships, the kind of liking between a couple."

"Why are you asking this? Do you have feelings for Minamoto Tamako?" Fushimi Roku countered, starting an argument: "Minamoto Tamako could be your daughter, her looks could even be your granddaughter, you're so old, you should have some self-respect!"

"No, I don't have any thoughts about Tamako," Kazama Tatsuya remained unfazed, like a skilled swordsman, hitting the opponent's weak spot: "I was just asking if you had any."

"Why the sudden question? Weren't we here for some chat punishment?" Fushimi Roku looked bewildered.

"The heavenly punishment was just something I made up to trick you into coming." Kazama Tatsuya pressed forward relentlessly.

Moriyama Yasurou saw Fushimi Roku's expression darkening and quickly eased the situation, saying this kind of thing shouldn't be talked about in front of the person involved. Whether he liked her or not, it shouldn't be discussed in front of Minamoto Tamako, right?

After speaking, she didn't wait for Kazama Tatsuya to respond, pushing Minamoto Tamako out the door, asking her to step aside temporarily.

"Eh? Why? I also want to know..."

Before Minamoto Tamako could finish, Moriyama Yasurou asked with a half-smile, "Oh my, do you like Mr. Fu Jian? You're so curious, wanting to hear him say it face-to-face..."

Minamoto Tamako was shocked, she had only told Sister Yalan about this, who promised not to tell anyone, and now she was using it as leverage – Minamoto Tamako was very angry, and the consequences were grave!

She puffed her cheeks and walked out, standing by the door with arms crossed, impatiently shaking her right leg.

Moriyama Yasurou saw this and softly soothed her, "I'll secretly tell you the result later."

Minamoto Tamako's anger turned to joy in an instant, and she nodded excitedly, helping to close the room door.

The air pressure in the living room suddenly dropped a few degrees. When Moriyama Yasurou turned around, she saw Fushimi Roku leaning back against the sofa, brazenly sizing up the two of them: "What do you know?"

"We know everything," Kazama Tatsuya remained unfazed.

"Who are you trying to fool?" Fushimi Roku didn't bite: "Since you're willing to sit down and talk to me, I'll give you face, ask whatever you want directly, don't beat around the bush with me."

Moriyama Yasurou thought carefully and realized there wasn't much to ask.

Fushimi Roku killed a sect member on Cat Island, what was the point in pursuing it afterward? Didn't she also kill a Master herself?

After all, it was just fear.

With a possible lunatic beside her, her heart was filled with dread, but she couldn't be sure whether he was mentally disturbed or not.

"I'm not interested in pursuing your murders, nor am I qualified to. After all, I'm no longer a Criminal Police," Kazama Tatsuya said, "The reason I called you here is that I am very concerned about Minamoto Tamako's safety."

"Rest assured, with me here, she's very safe," said Fushimi Roku.

"You are the biggest threat," Kazama Tatsuya showed no mercy, "I need to know what you're thinking. You have to assure us and provide a mental health evaluation report." Y+ou$r+ sup*p@ort+ on M-|V@|L#8#E+M@P%YR kee#ps thi^s se^rie^s g$o^ing!.^

"What do you mean? Are you suspecting I have mental issues?" Fushimi Roku frowned, "Isn't this too insulting? What about me looks abnormal?"

"Even if you resemble a normal person, it's just 'resemble' after all. You must go to a professional assessment institution, and I have to be present during the examination," Kazama Tatsuya was relentless.

He paused and added, "Do you remember what I said the first time I met you?"

Fushimi Roku briefly thought about it and recalled that classic saying: "You remind me of an annoying guy, your gaze is quite similar."

"I know, your wife had a mental illness and blinded one of your eyes; your daughter had a mental problem and broke one of your arms... but you can't just assume everyone has issues, right? What can you really see in one's eyes?" Fushimi Roku was indifferent.

He lived through two lifetimes, and his sanity was never a problem. He was always a sunny, cheerful young man!

"Then prove to me and dispel my doubts."

Kazama Tatsuya didn't argue with him, instead he followed his words, saying, "Maybe I was wrong, maybe I'm too sensitive, you're right about everything, but right now I require you to undergo a mental evaluation to prove your mental health. This has nothing to do with whether my suspicions are justified—it's a demand, not a discussion."

Fushimi Roku scratched the tip of his nose and questioned, "Why should I agree to this?"

"If you don't agree, I'll have to be honest with Minamoto Tamako, delineating your dangers and why I suspect you're mentally unstable," Kazama Tatsuya paused, then truthfully said, "I'll let Minamoto Tamako make the decision afterward, and I won't interfere anymore."

"Are you threatening me?" Fushimi Roku scrutinized back and forth.

Moriyama Yasurou's forehead was sweating; she didn't know what she was afraid of, just an instinctive feeling of extreme unease, as if she could be decapitated and die in the living room in the next second.

What did 'you guys' mean, she hadn't said anything!

Moriyama Yasurou regretted it a bit, if she had known she wouldn't have gotten involved... why care about how a couple deals with their issues?

Kazama Tatsuya's expression didn't change at all, still having that 'life is bitter but my heart is even more bitter' look, he nodded frankly and said, "Yes, it's a threat."

Moriyama Yasurou quickly added, "Tamako is right outside the door! Think carefully... think carefully!"

Fushimi Roku's expression was peculiar. He pondered for a long time, weighed the pros and cons, and realized he had no choice, so he agreed: "What's the big deal about it, true gold fears no fire, an upright person fears no shadow, I am a normal person anyway, no matter how many times you check it doesn't matter."

"That's good," Kazama Tatsuya nodded.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back to handling cases," Fushimi Roku stood up and patted nonexistent dust off his thighs, "For such a small matter, you specifically made me come over, so much fuss, what for?"

"Just in case," Kazama Tatsuya also stood up, "Oh, right, there's one more thing, you haven't answered yet."

"What?"

"Do you like her?"

Fushimi Roku was silent for four or five seconds, making eye contact. Moriyama Yasurou felt her heart leap to her throat.

"I like her," Fushimi Roku shrugged, indicating it wasn't a big deal at all, "Satisfied? What kind of grown-up likes to pry into other's privacy."

"If you like her, don't hide your feelings," Kazama Tatsuya patted his shoulder, "Remember to cherish the person in front of you."