Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Ono Ken felt that Fushimi Roku was being dismissive, and Oogami Nui must have had unfinished plots; otherwise, why would she say a couple of prophecies? As the saying goes, the more you speak, the likelier you are to make mistakes. Wasn't she afraid that the second prophecy wouldn't come true, leading to her ruin?

Fushimi Roku waved his hand, saying, "You're always so tense and love to overthink; you've likely influenced Nakako as well."

He paused, continuing, "Even if Oogami Nui was secretly plotting other schemes, she's already dead now. What significance is there in pursuing it further? She couldn't possibly predict events after her death, could she?"

Ono Ken was momentarily speechless.

Yazaki Momo, sitting to the side, was jotting down notes rapidly, documenting this legend of prophecy. When Fushimi Roku got up to see them off, she stopped writing and asked, "Isn't there another possibility? For instance, maybe Oogami Nui did have some ability to foresee the future, albeit vaguely, but she herself was not aware of the specific details..."

"Haha!"

Fushimi Roku laughed as if Yazaki Momo had told a funny joke.

Yazaki Momo pursed her lips. She simply wanted Fushimi Roku to analyze it a bit more, to make the story more interesting—it was just that Nakako had a few nervous dreams, hardly newsworthy, especially with such a rushed conclusion, merely a gimmick that would make readers curse when finished.

Yazaki Momo took a business card, thanked Fushimi Roku, and promised to take Nakako to see a psychologist.

If the psychologist can't explain the source of the nightmares, she would visit again to commission Fushimi Roku to uncover the truth.

Fushimi Roku, having run out of patience, exchanged a few pleasantries and hustled the two out the door.

He closed the door, immediately started undressing, first wildly tossing away his shirt, then pulling down his pants and underwear all at once, rushing naked to the balcony to sunbathe 360 degrees with no blind spots.

A wave of heat hit him, the sun was scorching, and Fushimi Roku's bare feet felt the tiles burning painfully, like iron griddle squid being flipped and fried on both sides.

So hot!

Too scorching!!

Fushimi Roku was dripping with sweat, realizing that sunbathing was hotter than a sauna; he only then noticed something was wrong—the sensation temperature was off from reality... No wonder he had been avoiding going out; it was all Ye Tea's doing!

It has really caused me trouble!

Ajun wagged its tail, circling around Fushimi Roku. Initially, it was playful, but soon felt the heat, panting with its tongue out.

Seeing its owner ignoring it, it returned to Fushimi Roku's room to enjoy the air conditioning... Uesugi Shion couldn't use the remote, but it could.

Fushimi Roku's ears buzzed; the heat caused a bit of tinnitus, making him think he might get heatstroke. He felt the matter required long-term strategic thinking.

As the saying goes, "Three feet of ice is not formed in a single day," and detoxing isn't an overnight success either. Maybe he should stop sunbathing for today and consider it tomorrow...

No way!

How can you be a man with S-ranked willpower and be so weak?

Fushimi Roku let his thoughts wander for a bit, looking down to find that the black claw marks on his skin had indeed faded considerably, like mold spots twisting and wailing. He could even smell the sun... more specifically, the smell of dead mites.

Fortunately, Sugamo Apartment was a stand-alone building, and he lived on a high floor. No one could see his lower half from below or across. They might only see his bare torso. It was no big deal, and besides, no one would suddenly look up out of nowhere.

As Fushimi Roku finished sunbathing on his front and turned to sunbathe his back, he saw Minamoto Tamako standing dumbfounded in the living room, holding the clothes he had just taken off, staring at him in a daze.

——When did this guy come in?

——What is Fujimura-kun doing on the balcony?

The two faced each other, huge questions popping up simultaneously in their minds.

Three seconds later, Minamoto Tamako screamed, suddenly covering her eyes with both hands: "Ah!! Why aren't you wearing clothes?!!"

Fushimi Roku hurriedly pulled a towel hanging on the balcony and wrapped it around himself. He wasn't shy about being seen by Minamoto Tamako; it wouldn't harm anything. He was just worried she would notice the claw marks fading on him and realize that 'Fujimura-kun wouldn't die.'

However, Minamoto Tamako's gaze had not focused on Fushimi Roku's upper body.

"I was sunbathing!"

Fushimi Roku lied casually, saying, "Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you buy groceries today?"

"There's no time to buy groceries; a bento will do. We still need to go out to track down Uesugi Shion!"

After speaking, Minamoto Tamako spread two fingers and peered through to check on Fushimi Roku. Seeing he was wrapped tightly, with the towel pulled to his neck, she sighed in relief, inexplicably feeling a bit disappointed.

Fushimi Roku wasn't keen on going out, firstly because Uesugi Shion was in his bedroom, secondly because he already knew how to remove Nue Poison, and thirdly because it was sweltering outside. Wearing clothes made sunbathing uneven, giving him no reason to go out.

But none of these three reasons could be shared with Minamoto Tamako. Fushimi Roku had to find another excuse, expressing that he wanted to stay home and sunbathe, striving to become a tanned, muscular man.

"At a time like this, you still want to sunbathe?"

Minamoto Tamako simply couldn't understand what was on Fujimura-kun's mind. Was he really not afraid of death, or was he tired of living?

Fushimi Roku maintained a solemn expression, sincerely saying, "This is one of my dying wishes. I want to tan my skin brown before I die... That way, at my funeral, I won't appear as pale as a dead person, but more as if I'm just asleep."

Saying this, he looked up and sighed, as if forcibly holding back tears, "I just don't want you to be too sad when the time comes."

"..."

These words softened Minamoto Tamako's heart immensely.

She was saddened yet touched, comforting Fujimura-kun actively, encouraging him that he might not necessarily die! With effort, he might seize a slim chance of survival!

Fushimi Roku casually picked up his clothes and pants, replying nonchalantly, "Then you go ahead. I'm not feeling well and just want to stay home today."

Minamoto Tamako could understand; anyone would feel unwell in this situation.

She patted Fushimi Roku's shoulder, seriously promising, "Don't worry! I will definitely find a way to save you! Absolutely, definitely won't let you die!"

"Good luck!" Fushimi Roku clenched his fist, "You sound so reliable!"

A strong sense of duty welled up in Minamoto Tamako. Now, she needed to make her own efforts to save her boyfriend, like the prince from a fairy tale, risking life and limb to save the princess—now she was the prince, willing to fight the dragon to save her love!

With this in mind, Minamoto Tamako didn't bother with pleasantries, hastily preparing to leave.

As she passed by the coffee table, she noticed a note, picked it up, and flipped it, seeing a line of elegant writing:

"Out playing with friends, won't be home for dinner, back before curfew."

——Taira Sakurako

Minamoto Tamako paused, noticing Taira Sakurako's frequent outings with friends recently. She didn't bother to investigate further, sent Taira Sakurako a page to check on her safety, and hurried to the entryway to change shoes.

——Bang!

Another loud noise came from Fushimi Roku's bedroom.

Minamoto Tamako stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and leaned out from the entryway, seeing Fushimi Roku still sitting on the sofa, then asked, "What was that sound?"

"I don't know," Fushimi Roku feigned ignorance, "Probably Ajun messing around."

Minamoto Tamako frowned, sensing something was off. She kicked off her shoes and put on slippers, "How could it be? Ajun is better behaved than you, never causes trouble!"

As she spoke, a realization hit her, and she grabbed a shoehorn, asking Fushimi Roku, "Since you came back… have you been to the bedroom?"

"No, I went to the balcony to sunbathe as soon as I got home, didn't even notice you opened the door." Fushimi Roku was an expert at playing dumb.

"Maybe that nasty woman slipped in again!"

Saying this, Minamoto Tamako dropped the shoehorn, hurriedly swapped for another weapon—her slippers held in both hands, barefoot and cautiously approaching Fushimi Roku's room.

Fushimi Roku dressed himself while her back was turned, standing aside to observe the scene, brewing his emotions to later feign surprise.

Minamoto Tamako pressed her ear against the door, hearing footsteps inside, then burst in, shouting aloud:

"Hey! You wanton woman!"

Before the words could fully leave her mouth, a pillow propped on a nightstand flew out horizontally, striking Minamoto Tamako in the chest, sending her flying back and landing on the floor.

"Ugh!"

Minamoto Tamako fell sprawled, exclaiming, "There's a trap!"