Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

"..."

Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt that not all human children are little angels.

She crouched down to help Mai wipe her tears and struggled to coax Mai until she was calm. Afterward, she took Mayu to the convenience store to buy a bottle of mineral water, laundry detergent, and wet wipes to somewhat clean off the chocolate from her body.

When Minamoto Tamako finished her tasks and temporarily settled the two little brats, the chauffeur finally arrived late.

Mayu and Mai's parents were old friends, so Mai's chauffeur would also drop Mayu off on the way.

"Thank you so much, Miss Tamako, for taking care of my young lady."

After getting out of the car, the chauffeur first bowed slightly to Minamoto Tamako to express his gratitude, then held Mai's small hand and helped her into the car.

Mayu followed closely behind; she was very outgoing, climbed into the back seat with a hop, and leaned by the car window to wave at Minamoto Tamako: "Bye, Tamako Sister! See you tomorrow!"

Seeing them about to leave, Minamoto Tamako inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness, even finding Mayu more endearing. She waved her hand and smiled, saying 'bye-bye.' The chauffeur bowed again, got into the car, closed the door, turned the ignition key, started the car, and prepared to drive away.

The streetlights flickered for a few seconds and then abruptly went out.

After the financial bubble burst, municipal engineering plummeted. All the streetlights in the West Nidobu District were broken, either smashed by people or due to wiring faults; the security in East Sugamo was slightly better, with streetlights illuminating at nightfall but extinguishing late at night. Residents had reported it a few times, only to receive responses of 'repairs in progress.'

In the next second, the car's headlights illuminated.

The chauffeur turned on the high beams, and two columns of light pierced the street.

A shadow was cast on the road, extraordinarily elongated. Through the car window, the chauffeur saw a man standing in the middle of the road, blocking the way.

He honked the horn, but the other party had no reaction.

It looked like a drunken office worker, as he was wearing a suit, carrying a briefcase, bowing his head, and stumbling as he walked.

The chauffeur intended to drive around him. Just as he turned the steering wheel, the man also readjusted and continued to block the car.

"What's wrong with him?"

Mai was somewhat scared, with tear marks still on her face. She leaned over the front seat and looked toward the front of the car.

Mayu also sensed that the man was not normal. She recalled the skeleton soldiers in cartoons and scared Mai by saying that this man was sent by the Messengers of Hell, specifically to catch little kids who love chocolate. She had to eat chocolate just to save Mai.

"Really?" Mai looked up at the chauffeur.

"Don't worry, miss. I'll handle it."

The chauffeur's tone was reliable, but he did not get out of the car. Instead, he was preparing to call the police station, asking them to contact the Nakagawara Station front Patrol House to send patrol police to drive away the drunk man.

As the chauffeur, he couldn't personally get out to confront the drunk, lest it harm the family head's dignity; it wouldn't be good if the young miss saw it either... If a phone call could resolve it, there was no need to act personally.

Before he could dial, Mai couldn't help but scream: "He, he's coming over... what now?"

"It's alright, maybe just passing by..."

Before the chauffeur could finish his sentence, a palm print suddenly appeared on the car window with a 'pa' sound.

The three turned their heads together. The man continuously pressed his hand against the window, a horrific howl echoing from his chest; Mai and Mayu screamed loudly, hugging each other and shivering.

The chauffeur couldn't watch any longer; estimating it would take a while for the patrol police to arrive, he couldn't let Miss Mai be frightened. This was not a time for decorum. He pushed open the car door, shouting sternly: "Back off!"

The man lunged forward as if to brawl; the chauffeur grounded himself, planning to knock the guy awake with a punch, but unexpectedly swung into emptiness as the man's lunging halted suddenly, stumbling back two steps.

At a critical moment, Minamoto Tamako arrived. She extended her hands, locking the man's shoulders from behind, repeatedly urging, "Don't fight, please don't fight!"

After putting Mai and Mayu in the car, Minamoto Tamako had been standing behind the vehicle, unable to see the man at the car's front; when the chauffeur tried turning, she thought the car was leaving, so she turned back into the Sugamo Apartment; while waiting for the elevator, she heard the sound of the window being slapped and stepped out of the apartment to see a man blocking the car, hurriedly ran over to stop him.

However, the man's strength was greater than she imagined.

This guy violently bumped backward, flinging his arm powerfully; Minamoto Tamako felt a huge force strike, her vision blurred, and she fell flat on her back, her butt hurting as if split four ways.

Damn guy!

Minamoto Tamako exclaimed 'ouch,' rubbing her butt, unable to get up for the moment, feeling both legs going numb—a sign she might have hurt her tailbone.

The chauffeur and the drunkard were tussling; the former advanced and retreated methodically, with butterfly steps evading back and forth, his punches hitting home on the drunk, seeming to have boxing training; the latter relied entirely on brute strength, unflinchingly continuing to pounce like he didn't know pain.

Finally, the patrol police from the Nakagawara Station front Patrol House reluctantly arrived; he rode a bicycle, blowing a whistle forcefully, shouting: "Stop!"

The chauffeur stepped back, intending to let go, but the drunkard persisted; he had to continue pressing down on the drunkard with punches.

"I said stop!"

The patrol police braked sharply, yanking the chauffeur away. He didn't blame the drunkard; instead, he angrily scolded the chauffeur: "If you keep hitting, he'll die!"

"He first slapped the car window and provoked..."

As the chauffeur was about to explain, the patrol police interrupted: "Is he drunk, but aren't you sober? I see you wealthy folks are really used to being overbearing…Did it damage your car to have the window slapped? Was it worth hitting someone—ah!!!"

The drunkard lunged at the patrol police, biting onto the side of his face!

The latter screamed miserably, waving his baton to make the drunkard let go. But no matter how hard he used it to hit, the drunkard showed no intention of letting go.

The chauffeur folded his arms, stood aside watching; Minamoto Tamako wanted to help but couldn't stand, only able to reach her arms out from the ground, continuously shouting 'stop fighting'...

At first, everyone thought the drunk just bit him as a mere act; but as the patrol police's screams grew louder, and blood started seeping from the drunkard's teeth, they finally sensed something was amiss.

The chauffeur couldn't continue watching, getting back into the car to shield Mai and Mayu's eyes, telling them to cover each other's ears.

Even so, the piercing screams penetrated through palms, echoing in the night sky.

The drunk man shockingly had bitten off a piece of the patrol police's face!

He chewed forcibly, the sounds of munching clear, while the minced flesh and blood seeped from his mouth; after chewing repeatedly four to five times, he shockingly swallowed that piece of flesh!

The patrol police's eyes nearly burst from their sockets in terror; petrified, he collapsed on the ground, shakily drawing his pistol from his waist, pointing it at the drunk man, yelling: "Don't— don't come closer! Get any closer and— I'll shoot!"

But ignoring him, the drunkard swallowed the flesh and lunged again at the patrol police, who hurriedly fired; the first bullet was rubber, directly hitting the drunk man's chest. Yet, this guy felt no pain, pressuring the patrol police beneath, continuing to bite his flesh.

The patrol police was on the brink of fainting from pain, his trembling hands pressing on the drunk man's body, firing four shots to empty the magazine.

Since there were two blank rounds, the patrol police's gun had only three live rounds.

The drunk man's abdomen now had three blood holes, yet he had wholly lost his sense of reason. Even as intestines spilled forth, he still held the patrol police in a death bite, gnawing fiercely at his head until blood loss caused syncope, collapsing, motionless.

The patrol police plopped on the ground, face disfigured beyond recognition.

Blood covered the entire street; gunfire alarmed Sugamo residents, causing them to open windows one after another, peering from behind the car's shadows, the scene intensely tragic.

Minamoto Tamako witnessed the entire affair. When the drunkard started biting, she had already called for backup, and later placed an emergency call to the hospital.

At present, her mind was blank, unable to comprehend why the man acted with such madness.