Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

After Kujo Yua learned about the matter, she didn't intervene much. Regarding the actions of Higashiyama Takashi, she didn't express a single word of discontent, her attitude was as if nothing had happened.

It was precisely because of Kujo Yua's tacit approval that the entire Police Department realized that the relationship between Fushimi Roku and the Kujo Family wasn't that strong.

It's estimated that he only gained some light because he got involved with the clueless Minamoto Tamako, earning some stripes in the Heavenly Punishment train case, which allowed him to mingle his way into the Criminal Police.

Such a large-scale operation being shelved, it's imaginable that he won't have any significant achievements in the future either.

According to the original plan, the discussion and designation of the investigation plan were to be conducted this afternoon, with everyone busy preparing their speeches for the meeting, completely neglecting Fushimi Roku, who had already been removed from the list.

So, what could this man Roku, all on his own, be busy with?

After leaving the Nakagawara Police Station, the first thing he did was go home to change clothes.

Minamoto Tamako was recuperating at home. Seeing Fushimi Roku come back so early, she quickly asked how the investigation was progressing and if he was coming back now to slack off.

The latter, minding his own business, took off his coat, loosened his tie, and with a mysterious expression, said, "I've been given a special secret mission from above."

"What mission?"

Minamoto Tamako lay on the sofa, looking up with a curious face.

"I told you it's a secret mission. How can it still be a secret if I tell you?" Fushimi Roku pretended to be pleased with himself.

Minamoto Tamako believed him. She instinctively retorted, "Hmph, even if you don't tell me, can't I just go to the police department and ask?"

"Idiot, even if you go and ask, you'll only find out that I was scolded by the group leader and kicked out of the investigation section in front of everyone..." Not waiting for Minamoto Tamako's exclamation, Fushimi Roku shifted his tone: "But the truth is not as it seems, just as I said, I received a secret mission, so Leader Higashiyama acted out a play with me."

"Soga!" Minamoto Tamako was suddenly enlightened: "Could it be... you're going undercover?"

"Shh!"

Fushimi Roku raised his finger, 'shushing' Minamoto Tamako a few times, and said mysteriously, "Stop guessing blindly, keep it confidential to outsiders, understand?"

Minamoto Tamako covered her small mouth, nodding repeatedly, indicating she understood.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fujimura-kun joined the group, he was heavily utilized, and the group leader even dispatched him to carry out such a dangerous task. It seems Fujimura-kun's abilities have already been recognized by everyone!

In that case, if Fujimura-kun doesn't meet an early demise, he might become a famous police chief before her!

Minamoto Tamako felt a sense of urgency. She quickly bowed her head and seriously flipped through rehabilitation science popular books, her hips swaying with the teaching, looking more like a caterpillar.

After changing clothes in his room, Fushimi Roku passed through the living room. Minamoto Tamako glanced at him and couldn't help but frown: "Why are you wearing a floral shirt?"

"Does it look bad?" Fushimi Roku spun around on the spot, showcasing himself to Minamoto Tamako.

He was wearing a loose floral shirt in yellow and green on the top, slinging a leather jacket over his shoulder, and wearing leather pants with hanging chains on the bottom.

Minamoto Tamako's gaze drifted downward, seeing the studded diamonds on his leather pants.

"...Looks like a delinquent." Minamoto Tamako said euphemistically.

"That's the effect I'm going for."

Fushimi Roku was very satisfied, leaving the house with his head held high and chest out.

Minamoto Tamako was still pondering what exactly the 'secret mission' was. Judging by Fushimi Roku's outfit, he's likely going undercover, but other possibilities couldn't be ruled out, like masquerading as a drug addict to carry out some form of sting operation.

Fushimi Roku had no intention of divulging the specific details of the 'secret mission' to anyone... Don't ask, asking is just part of the plan.

The Wall-Facer Fushimi Roku took the initiative to attack. The first thing he did was go look for delinquents.

This guy 'borrowed' a student ID, changed the leather jacket to a black school uniform, draping it over his shoulders, instantly looking five years younger.

Afterwards, he paged Watanabe Shun with just two words:

"Drink up"

Watanabe Shun quickly replied: "Where"

Since Kazama Tatsuya recovered, Watanabe Shun had no reason to continue care duties. His vacation ended, and he had to return to work at the police station. He was also called up for this anti-drug investigation unit, too busy to go home.

Fushimi Roku typed while walking into the convenience store: "Anywhere, I'm waiting at the Fumikiri Port in Ikebukuro"

Watanabe Shun replied with the letter O, which Fushimi Roku guessed meant OK, guessing the guy was too cheap to type more than one letter.

He casually grabbed a pack of cigarettes and went to the counter to check out.

The convenience store clerk didn't scan, instead said: "Hello, please show your ID, such as a driver's license, as long as it proves you are of legal age."

"Baka yarou!" Fushimi Roku slapped the counter, pointing to his face, angrily roaring, "Does this great lord look like an underage brat?!"

He used to patrol this area when he was a patrol police at the Nakagawara Station front Patrol House, and Kazama Tatsuya introduced him. Going around the apartment buildings, moving forward, was the Sumiyoshi Association's territory—the boundary line of this convenience store.

Other customers, seeing a thug causing trouble, were afraid of getting into trouble and quickly left.

"Uh..."

The convenience store clerk was also a student, just doing a part-time job. Fushimi Roku's delinquent stance made him a bit uneasy and he instinctively turned around to shout: "Um... manager, someone wants to buy cigarettes..."

A burly man with a face full of fleshy lines pushed open the warehouse door and walked over in big strides. He wore a convenience store apron, with his chest muscles and belly straining the straps tightly.

"You want to buy cigarettes?"

The strong man scanned Fushimi Roku from head to toe: "Which school are you from?"

He operated a convenience store in this neighborhood, naturally knowing the regulars who buy cigarettes. These days, there's no such thing as factory direct sales; smokers must go to a distribution convenience store to get their cigarettes.