Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Minamoto Tamako took a sharp breath, feeling that something was off, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure they're all addicts?"

"Investigated it all, mostly young to middle-aged adults between twenty to forty years old, all with no history of mental illness or hereditary diseases in their families. Before exposure, their reputations were generally above average, and they often went to bars or nightclubs after work to drink... It's likely they came into contact with contraband at these places."

After finishing, Kinosaki Shoujin couldn't help but yawn, indicating that this was all he was going to say for now, as he needed to catch up on sleep and would continue investigating tomorrow. Since Minamoto Tamako was taking a day off, talking about it seemed pointless, so he quickly hung up the phone.

Minamoto Tamako listened to the beep-beep-beep of the disconnect tone and sat on the floor, lost in thought for a while.

She planned to find a moment to ask Senior Watanabe whether contraband had already become a must-have social item for office workers at bars and nightclubs...

Suddenly, her phone rang. Minamoto Tamako thought it was Chief Kikuchi calling and eagerly answered the call, only to hear Fushimi Roku's voice, "Bring back some battleship sushi when you're coming home and grab a pineapple-flavored GariGari-kun from the convenience store downstairs. If they have it in stock, also get a bag of Kappa shrimp snacks..."

Minamoto Tamako was furious and questioned Fushimi Roku, "I've been out for so long, and you're not at all worried about my safety?!"

Just now, the Patrol Police fired a gun, startling all the residents of the Sugamo Apartment building. Everyone opened their windows and turned on their lights to watch, except Fushimi Roku didn't peek out... Wasn't Fushimi-kun fond of watching the excitement before? Why didn't he care now that something happened to her?

Gotten it and don't cherish it, huh? How terrible!

"... "

Fushimi Roku was silent for a moment and then asked, "What's up, did you get lost?"

Minamoto Tamako stood up, brushed herself off, and exaggeratedly recounted the story of the face-biting man.

Fushimi Roku was indeed a bit worried after hearing it; however, since Minamoto Tamako could call him unscathed, it indicated the problem wasn't serious. He suppressed his worries and said, "Did you just leave the hospital? That's perfect; the tempura next to the hospital is really good..."

Minamoto Tamako angrily hung up the phone, almost wanting to crush the buttons.

By the time she got home, Fushimi Roku had just finished bathing. He was sitting cross-legged on the couch, head down, clipping his toenails, the sound echoing with nail clippings flying everywhere.

Minamoto Tamako widened her eyes, witnessing one nail clip landing precisely in the sofa crevice, making her inwardly furious.

She cleaned tirelessly every day and had told Fushimi Roku countless times to mind where the nail clippings go, especially not letting them fall into the sofa crevice, which was the hardest place to clean, and the sharp nail pieces might tear the sofa fabric.

"There's a trash can, right? Clip your nails over the trash can!"

Suppressing her anger, Minamoto Tamako bent down to pick up the trash can. Fushimi Roku ignored her, continuing to clip his nails.

A piece of nail flew out again, and Minamoto Tamako quickly used the trash can to catch it, managing to catch the piece of toenail just in time.

Seeing this, Fushimi Roku clapped his belly and praised, exclaiming that Minamoto Tamako was precise and deserving of being the future famous detective and police chief.

"Let's go again!" He seized the nail clippers, adjusted his posture, snapped off another toenail fragment, and said, "Catch it!"

Though still a bit angry from the praise, Minamoto Tamako found herself slightly happy, instinctively extending the trash can and catching another nail shell.

"Wow! You're incredible! So strong!"

Fushimi Roku clapped continuously in amazement, "Subarashii, I didn't think you were this agile!"

"It's... It's okay..."

It was the first time Minamoto Tamako had been praised for her agility; she couldn't hold back a smile. But then she realized Fushimi-kun was teasing her; just as she was about to drop the trash can, he clipped another nail, and she hurriedly tried to catch it, but this time missed it, and the fake nail bounced right onto her face.

"Ow!"

Minamoto Tamako instinctively dodged, slipped, and fell again.

Fushimi Roku shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, you almost caught it... Don't be discouraged, try again!"

"I'm not going to!"

Minamoto Tamako wanted to smash the trash can in anger, but since she had bought it herself, after holding it up for a while, she couldn't bring herself to and simply placed it heavily on the floor.

Her butt started to hurt again; she wasn't sure if she'd injured it more. Her old wound hadn't healed, and she'd already added a new one. She felt like Fushimi Roku didn't care about her at all.

Seeing Minamoto Tamako pouting unhappily, Fushimi Roku finally squeezed out a bit of his meager sympathy, speaking in a coaxing tone, "Alright, alright, don't be upset, where did you hurt yourself? Let me see..."

"Here..."

Minamoto Tamako instinctively pointed to her butt, then suddenly realized the awkwardness, quickly stood up, covered her heart-shaped derriere, and blushingly asked, "What do you want to do?!"

"I'm just concerned."

Fushimi Roku looked innocent. Seeing Minamoto Tamako about to get angry again, he quickly changed the subject, mentioning that the Uesugi family called, wanting to thank Minamoto Tamako for helping find Uesugi Shion and asking if she knew how Uesugi Shion got injured.

Minamoto Tamako didn't know, so she asked Fushimi Roku how he replied to the Uesugi family. He said he told them the truth, recounting the events again, and the Uesugi family didn't overthink it, also asking her to send regards to Kujo Yua.

After talking about this matter, Fushimi Roku thought he had diverted Minamoto Tamako's attention, but she still seemed dejected, covering her butt and limping back to her room, seemingly intending to take a bath.

"Wait a moment."

Fushimi Roku called out to her, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot." Minamoto Tamako muttered softly.

"Come here," Fushimi Roku tapped the sofa, "I'll massage it for you; maybe it will relieve the pain."

"No." Minamoto Tamako covered her butt again.

Fushimi Roku felt displeased, thinking Minamoto Tamako was treating him like a thief... Weren't they boyfriend and girlfriend now? What kind of girlfriend guards against her boyfriend making a move?

Of course, making a move was Demon Kawai's idea; he personally just cared about Minamoto Tamako, caring for her injuries.

"Why?" Fushimi Roku countered.

Minamoto Tamako initially wanted to say that men and women shouldn't have physical contact, but then she remembered they were now in a relationship, and saying that would seem distant... Their relationship had only recently taken a step forward, and Minamoto Tamako didn't want to cool it down with a single remark.

Indeed, in her mind, Fushimi-kun was just that petty, often getting angry over her wrong words.

"It's just... afraid you'd mess it up." Minamoto Tamako stammered.

Fushimi Roku guessed what she was thinking, as Minamoto Tamako was sometimes easy to read, especially when it came to relationships, her thoughts were usually written on her face—unless she'd heard some strange advice or thought of some quirky ideas on a whim.

"You called me to blame me for not being worried about you, and now that I care about your well-being, you're unwilling to open up to me..."

Fushimi Roku crossed his arms, lounging lazily on the sofa, and sighed:

"Being a man is really difficult, having to guess a woman's thoughts every day. Sigh... Anyway, I won't be around much longer; once I'm buried in the yellow earth, I won't have to worry about it anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako felt a little soft-hearted.

Every time Fushimi Roku mentioned his impending demise, Minamoto Tamako would compromise, and this time was no exception. Reluctantly, she approached, defending herself quietly, "I don't mean it that way... I'm happy that you care about me..."

"Then lie down."

Fushimi Roku patted his thigh, gesturing for Minamoto Tamako to lie down, "I'll check where you're hurt. Don't worry, I'm a professional... no need to remove your clothes."

"...Alright."

Minamoto Tamako initially wanted to refuse, but upon hearing no need to remove clothes, she felt Fushimi-kun probably had no ulterior motive, he merely cared about her, and hospitals do have male nurses after all... Occasionally enjoying Fushimi-kun's care wouldn't be a bad thing either.

——The most important thing is, Fushimi-kun is dying soon.

——If I don't cherish the time, there won't be any opportunities for intimacy later.

So, even if there was a little rule-breaking, Minamoto Tamako thought it was acceptable. She obediently laid down, warning in advance:

"Don't touch any weird places."