Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

In Japan, the pharmaceutical industry is a gigantic oligarchic monster, with medical issues stemming from it remaining unresolved for thirty years. Every year, various medical problems surface, with the most severe being the "drug production" phase.

For example, in 1955, Moriyama Dairy used arsenic-containing industrial sodium phosphate as an additive in baby formula, leading to the poisoning of 13,000 infants across the country;

Another example is in 1960, when a pharmaceutical company knowingly concealed the neurotoxicity risks of a drug. They openly sold the antidiarrheal drug Clioquinol, resulting in blindness, paralysis, and even death for over 11,000 people;

There have also been issues like the abuse of amphetamine-based diet drugs, the thalidomide scandal, antibiotic abuse, and resistance problems...

Minamoto Tamako still remembers how, just last year, the average price of pharmaceuticals across Japan was slashed by 45%. Pharmaceutical companies, struggling to survive, resorted to using inferior materials or simplifying production processes, leading to widespread issues with domestically produced drugs.

As a result, a large number of Japanese citizens boycotted domestic drugs. The FDA even considered halting new drug applications from Japan, forcing the Ministry of Health to apologize and erect a vow monument to partially restore its reputation.

Minamoto Tamako has ample reason to suspect that the source of the chaotic attacks occurring in Tokyo during this time is related to issues with the psychotropic drugs produced by the pharmaceutical companies.

Virtually every 'addict' has visited a psychiatrist, possibly taking psychotropic medications upon the doctor's recommendation... Nowadays, doctors and pharmaceutical companies are essentially linked, with drug companies marketing medicines to doctors, sometimes even sharing profits, causing some doctors to over-prescribe medication.

Many patients, following medical advice, excessively take sedatives, resulting in prescription drug addiction.

Minamoto Tamako said a lot, but Fushimi Roku didn't hear a single word. He was continually watching the nanny, and once she left, he quickly slurped down his noodles and stood up, saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

Taira Sakurako sat in the living room playing games, coolly fighting monsters in "Demon World Tower Master." As Fushimi Roku passed the sofa, he gave her a look, and she understood, reluctantly sighed, saved the game, set down the controller, and went back to her room to rest.

Minamoto Tamako watched Fushimi-kun's back as he returned to his room. She felt he was absent-minded, and when discussing the case, Fushimi-kun just gave perfunctory responses.

After the door closed, she turned back gloomily, lying on the table eating noodles, pondering where her reasoning might be wrong.

In the past, Fushimi-kun would at least mock her intelligence. Now, he couldn't even be bothered to comment... Could it be that her intelligence has declined since falling in love? Or perhaps without the foot massages, the intelligence gap between her and Fushimi-kun has become more apparent?

After eating and drinking her fill, she cleaned up the dishes and prepared to return to her room to rest.

Coincidentally, Fushimi Roku finished showering, his hair still wet. He intentionally didn't wear his upper sleepwear, mimicking a handsome idol drama scene as he sat on the sofa.

"Come on."

He beckoned to Minamoto Tamako and said earnestly, "Let's continue discussing the case."

Minamoto Tamako felt something was off. While Fushimi-kun without clothes was certainly pleasant to look at, who discusses serious matters without clothes on?

Moreover, the ghost claw marks on his body seemed to have faded significantly...

Minamoto Tamako leaned closer, sitting beside Fushimi Roku, carefully observing the black marks on his body: "Is it just my imagination? It feels as if the marks on your body have faded a lot compared to before."

"It means my days are numbered," Fushimi Roku shook his head and sighed, "Previously, the toxins stayed on the skin, so the ghost claw marks were obvious; now the toxins have penetrated my organs, and I can't even sleep well at night..."

Minamoto Tamako was shocked, believing him to be genuine. For a moment, she was anxious and sad, losing all interest in discussing the case, only wanting to sit with Fushimi-kun.

But besides the case, she didn't know what else to talk about with Fushimi-kun. It seemed like, aside from investigations, they really didn't have common interests or overlapping life experiences.

Minamoto Tamako pretended to observe the black claw marks while secretly glancing at Fushimi-kun, who indeed looked troubled and exhausted.

...Should she give Fushimi-kun a foot massage?

No, since Fushimi-kun had just showered, he probably wasn't in the mood for a foot massage. If he wanted one, he'd surely ask for it himself.

If she expends one stamp, she can naturally provide a foot massage service for Fushimi-kun.

No, what am I fussing about at this moment?

Minamoto Tamako pouted, showing determination. There was no time for rest now; starting tomorrow, she had to continue searching for the antidote to Ye Tea!

While there was still time to spend with Fushimi-kun tonight, she wanted to understand him a little better.

"Well, then let's not talk about the case..."

Minamoto Tamako racked her brains and came up with a topic: "Fushimi-kun, where were you born?"

Fushimi Roku, glad not to discuss the case, responded along the topic, "In a small place in Hokkaido, you probably haven't heard of it."

"Come on, tell me. How would I know if you don't say?" Minamoto Tamako pressed.

"In Oiwake Village," Fushimi Roku said.

"Oh! I know!" Minamoto Tamako raised her hand, for she had indeed heard of that place because the village is considered one of the origin points of the name "Hokkaido," derived from the Ainu language "Oiwake," meaning "the bifurcated river."

Besides that, she didn't know much more. Reportedly, the place barely gets any tourists.

Fushimi Roku remained silent, sizing up Minamoto Tamako, subtly leaning forward, pretending to wait for her to continue while actually ready to act at any moment.

Minamoto Tamako said what she knew, while Fushimi Roku took the opportunity to inch closer and closer until she was pinned at the edge of the sofa, only then realizing the atmosphere wasn't right.