Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Taira Sakurako was sleeping soundly in bed, but the noise of the door opening in the living room woke her up. She recognized the footsteps of Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako, knowing they had returned, so she turned over and continued sleeping.

She thought Tamako would shower and sleep right away, but instead, Tamako kept flipping through books, the sound of pages turning never stopping.

Sakurako couldn't stand it anymore. She had to go to school tomorrow to handle the enrollment procedures and needed to be refreshed. She couldn't risk looking like a panda with dark circles under her eyes. She had to sleep well.

"What are you looking for?" she asked from the bed.

Minamoto Tamako looked apologetic: "Did I wake you up? Sorry... It's nothing, you continue sleeping, I'll be quieter."

"Even quieter, there's still noise. I've read all these books, just ask me what you need, and I'll tell you which book it's in." Sakurako said, unable to stop herself from yawning, her face finally showing a sleepy expression.

Minamoto Tamako softly explained Fushimi Roku's situation, then expressed her desire to provide some psychological guidance and give a little compensation for forcing him to work.

Sakurako, hearing this, motioned to the bookshelf with her mouth: "100 Tips for Improving Intimate Relationships, page 43, third column."

After saying that, she lay back in bed, turned over, and continued her sleep.

Minamoto Tamako suspected Sakurako had misunderstood; now was not the time to improve intimate relationships. She randomly pulled out the book, flipped to page 43, thinking that kids truly don't understand the adult world...

"Acupoint Massage Technique"

"Principle: Contact with the opposite sex can secrete hormones, and increase the synthesis of dopamine, thereby producing a virtuous cycle, ultimately leading to the formation of love..."

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This technique looks so familiar.

Minamoto Tamako recalled that her feelings with Mr. Fushimi rapidly progressed during the time she was obsessed with daily foot massage... She must have massaged for one or two months, right? No wonder she felt dizzy every time she finished!

Could it be that Mr. Fushimi had been secretly in love with her all along? Trying to win her heart through this method?

She always felt she liked Mr. Fushimi but didn't know if he liked her, which was very unsettling—now she found the reason: it must be because Mr. Fushimi had planned it all along!

Haha, silly Assistant-kun, I've found your flaw, haven't I?

Providing Fushimi Roku with acupoint massage seems like a good idea, not only to relax him but also to compensate for her recent forcing behavior, and besides, it will induce hormones and dopamine in him, making him unable to leave her magical hands, his heart will race every time he sees her, truly killing three birds with one stone!

Minamoto Tamako laughed sneakily, hurriedly took a shower, burning the midnight oil studying massage techniques.

The next morning, Minamoto Tamako didn't wake Fushimi Roku, but called Sister Yalan to take Sakurako to handle the enrollment procedures. Then, she went to work at the police station with dark circles under her eyes, handed over her completed case files to Chief Kikuchi, and immediately fell asleep on the table.

Kinosaki Shoujin was amazed by her speed in handling cases, but after reading the files, his face turned a bit unpleasant.

This case had both human and physical evidence, many witnessed Fujiwara Homare and Yoshikawa Ritsuo entering the hotel; hallway surveillance confirmed no third party entered or exited that night; the murder weapon had only Fujiwara Homare and the victim's fingerprints; and Fujiwara Homare himself truthfully narrated the event process—ironclad evidence that even the king of heaven couldn't overturn.

"No room for maneuver, huh."

Kinosaki Shoujin scratched his head, discussing with the clerk how to handle it. The latter suggested taking it directly to the director; according to procedure, the director's signature was needed before handing it over to the prosecution.

Kinosaki Shoujin thought about it and decided to sign his own name too; after all, he was a chief, he couldn't let the director and subordinate take the fall together, right?

If they had to go down, they'd go down together, it's the only way.

After signing his name, he instructed the clerk to forward the files to the director; the director reviewed them and also had to sign with gritted teeth as there was no room for maneuver in this case.

While Minamoto Tamako was sleeping soundly, the case files changed hands several times, ultimately handed over to the prosecution.

At noon around twelve, Minamoto Tamako slowly woke up, went to a convenience store to buy a bento, randomly had a few bites, and routinely dealt with case files, yawning from time to time.

By five in the afternoon when work ended, she fully woke up, having slept well.

Kinosaki Shoujin informed her that the case had been handed to the prosecution and in a talk praised her, stating the case was handled well—logically clear, ample evidence, clear facts, detailed reports, without any clerical errors, truly a textbook case procedure.

Minamoto Tamako was very happy to hear this, grinning widely, feeling hopeful for a promotion, confidently straightening into her position was certainly a certainty.

Indeed, taking on this case was an incredibly correct decision!

She walked home joyfully, thought of the acupoint massage thing, detoured to buy some essential oil, scented candles, lotions, massage towels, etc... Every time Mr. Fushimi massaged her feet, it made her uncomfortable, finally, it's her turn to sound the horn of charge!

With the massage treasure manual, she surely will make Mr. Fushimi feel ecstatic, begging for mercy!

Minamoto Tamako couldn't wait to see Fushimi Roku's shy and embarrassed expression, hopefully, being pressed until his face turns red, completely overwhelmed, if he would obediently beg her to be gentler, it would be even better, she would fiercely increase the strength!

Hahaha!

She carried the bag back home, her little feet slipping off her shoes, shedding her coat full of work smell, put the bag on the coffee table, and knocked on Fushimi Roku's room door.

"Don't sleep anymore! The sun is shining on your butt!" she shouted.

"What's going on? Isn't the case closed? What else is it now? If you keep this up, I'll get a mental illness and it'll all be your fault..."

Fushimi Roku grumbled as he opened the door, only to be grabbed by Minamoto Tamako who pulled him to sit on the living room sofa, saying that today she would make it up to him and let him relax properly.

Hearing this, Fushimi Roku was delighted and asked Minamoto Tamako if she planned to give him a shoulder and back massage, or was she going to give him a little gift.

Minamoto Tamako raised a finger, shook it, and smiled mysteriously, "None of those!"

"Hmm?" Fushimi Roku had a vague bad feeling.

"Did you forget?" Minamoto Tamako went to the bathroom and brought out a basin of hot water, "It's been a long time since the last foot massage!"

"..." Fushimi Roku said nothing.

"Why do you look so reluctant?" Minamoto Tamako frowned.

"I don't know why, but I recently feel resistant to foot massages," Fushimi Roku, fearing his leg injury would be exposed, had to put on an expression of illness: "To be exact, my legs feel weak, and I don't want them touched."

Hearing this, Minamoto Tamako thought this couldn't be good and quickly said, "This is your body suppressing dopamine secretion, and over time, people will have a mental breakdown! So you need regular massages to promote the secretion of dopamine and endorphins, which is good for physical and mental health..."

"Where did you hear that from? It sounds like you're using scientific terms to say something very unscientific," Fushimi Roku couldn't help but retort.

"I read it in a book, it must be right!"

Minamoto Tamako put the foot basin beside the sofa, rolled up her sleeves, and started preparing.

Fushimi Roku quickly dissuaded her, "I've told you so many times that what's written in those books is fake..."

"Is that so? But I've really learned the Super Cold Reading Skill." Minamoto Tamako didn't believe him and thought Mr. Fu Jian was just being stubborn, "Haven't you noticed? I've become very good at guessing people's thoughts recently!"

Compared to when she first entered the police academy, she has indeed improved a lot and at least no longer thinks 'Tokyo people are amazing'.

Fushimi Roku thought to himself that it's her own natural gift and has nothing to do with the Super Cold Reading Skill. Who could have expected Little Western Heaven to produce a True Great Saint, or that Shaking Flower Hand could reach the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm?

"Anyway, I don't want a foot massage," he slumped on the sofa with a desolate face, "Are you really going to force me to do something I don't want to? Is this how you plan to make amends?"

"Uh, this..."

Minamoto Tamako scratched her head, thinking it made sense. She had to switch to plan B and said, "Then I'll do your back; your shoulders and back are fine too."

Fushimi Roku was about to agree but then remembered the ghost claw mark on his chest. If he had to take off his clothes for a back massage, the anomaly on his chest would definitely be exposed... If Minamoto Tamako found out about this, it would surely cause him more trouble.

"The back... the back isn't quite right either." Fushimi Roku twisted his neck, pretending to be awkward.

"Why?"

Minamoto Tamako couldn't understand. Clearly, Mr. Fu Jian had been very enthusiastic about foot massages, which is why she considered this as a reward and compensation.

But now Fushimi Roku seemed to be avoiding it, turning it into her begging him for a reward... She understood that when people are extremely depressed or upset, they lose interest in everything, even food.

So it seemed that Mr. Fu Jian was really under a lot of mental pressure!

"I just don't want to; there's no reason." Fushimi Roku had an attitude of 'I'm mentally ill, so I can do whatever.'

"What about your arms then?" Saying this, Minamoto Tamako felt she was indeed being too forceful. After all, the reason she wanted to give Mr. Fu Jian a massage was also for her own little schemes, imposing her happiness on him was too selfish: "If it's really no good, then forget it..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Fushimi Roku sit up straight and immediately said, "Arms are okay."

Hmm?

Minamoto Tamako was stunned for a moment; she found Mr. Fu Jian to be a bit fickle, truly strange. But on second thought, people under great mental pressure often do or say odd things, so she let it go.

"But I don't know how to massage arms." Minamoto Tamako scratched her head. Last night she crammed the acupoints for legs, shoulders, back, and head, but didn't study the arms' acupoints.

"Then why did you ask?" Fushimi Roku lay back down, looking disappointed.

"I just asked out of habit... what about the head?" Minamoto Tamako asked, "Can I massage your head?"

"Sure." Fushimi Roku put on a reluctantly consenting expression.

With an affirmative answer, Minamoto Tamako felt her efforts hadn't been in vain and was a bit delighted.

She quickly heated a towel, knelt on the sofa, and patted her closed thighs, saying, "Alright then, lay your head down."