Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 309 - 230: A Full Page of Mr. Fushimi

The little joy was too difficult to put into words.

The blockage in Minamoto Tamako’s chest melted away like ice cream, making its way into her throat, sweet and soft.

Fushimi Roku had no idea what she was so happy about.

He had been walking ahead for a long time, vaguely sensing a resentful gaze from behind. He thought he might be hexed by someone, feeling a shiver down his neck, so he slowed his pace to avoid being continually ogled by Minamoto Tamako. That suffocating, snake-like wrapping sensation was truly unsettling.

They began walking side by side, effectively preventing Minamoto Tamako from staring daggers at him.

As a lawyer with a keen sense of vigilance... no, a Criminal Police officer, how could he leave his back exposed to an extremely dangerous woman?

There was no way they could visit the Aum Truth Sect’s headquarters today. Fushimi Roku simply gave up on the idea, planning to fully immerse himself in his vacation. Once Minamoto Tamako was back at work, he could find a chance to slip away.

He originally planned to visit the Rihang Pavilion’s big bath, said to be one of the oldest day hot springs, surrounded by bamboo forests, with the open-air hot spring pool accommodating up to about 20 people.

Additionally, there were private hot spring rooms for up to five people to enjoy together.

This seemed very considerate. Fushimi Roku didn’t want to bathe with a group of old men either. Who knew if someone might secretly do their business in the hot spring, the bubbling might not just be from the sulfur heat; it could also be someone’s burp.

With it being peak tourist season, by the time they reached the hot spring place, all the private rooms were booked.

Minamoto Tamako pondered if she should find an excuse to discourage Mr. Fu Jian from wanting to soak in the hot spring.

After all, even if she didn’t mind sharing the hot spring in a swimsuit, Mr. Fu Jian would be completely naked! If they ended up in a mixed bath, wouldn’t that be incredibly awkward...

However, before she could speak, Fushimi Roku had already thought of a solution.

"Then let’s book a late-night private room," he said, pulling out his wallet and paying a deposit, slipping in a tip as well: "Please clean it thoroughly and change the water."

Typically, before a Japanese person bathes, they scrub themselves clean so the bathwater won’t be full of dirt. For safety’s sake, Fushimi Roku asked for the water to be changed, noting that this wasn’t a natural hot spring but merely branding itself as one.

The receptionist was delighted, nodding repeatedly and helping to register their names in the log.

With a good portion of the day left until their reservation, Fushimi Roku stood at the entrance to the hot spring establishment. As a member of the P people, he felt momentarily at a loss, looking back to ask:

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Minamoto Tamako was caught off guard, still fixated on the issue of sharing the hot spring later: "Uh, well, didn’t you say you wanted to go out? Do you not have a plan?"

"Nope," Fushimi Roku casually grabbed her white notebook: "Didn’t you make a lot of travel plans before we left? Let me take a look, get some ideas..."

"Ah!!"

Minamoto Tamako screamed, almost springing to her feet. She reached to snatch back the white notebook, but it was too late; Fushimi Roku had already caught a glimpse of the densely packed list of grievances.

It was truly chilling and sent shivers down one’s spine.

Imagine this—a person who does nothing but spy on you daily, noting down all the bad deeds you do in a little notebook. Anyone short of a masochist would feel suffocated—similar to how dealing with the secret police or the KGB might feel.

「Mr. Fu Jian ignored his younger sister」

「Mr. Fu Jian didn’t compliment the new outfit」

「Mr. Fu Jian left the house without waiting for me」

「Mr. Fu Jian didn’t listen to me, refused to communicate normally」

「Mr. Fu Jian concealed the reasoning process and flaunted his intelligence publicly」

「Mr. Fu Jian didn’t help me up the hill」

「Mr. Fu Jian tricked me into a mixed bath, engaged in rogue behavior」

「Mr. Fu Jian attempted to gift the Fate Bell, disregarding team camaraderie」

...

An entire page filled with all the bad things "Mr. Fu Jian" supposedly did.

Beneath each record was a nonsensical deduction point section.

—Could it be that if the score reaches zero, she’s going to kill me?!

Fushimi Roku felt a chill in his heart; the notion briefly flashed through his mind but was quickly dismissed.

After all, anyone might assassinate her, but Minamoto Tamako just couldn’t.

It wasn’t that he believed Minamoto Tamako liked him all that much; he was simply confident that, given her nature, she would never initiate a killing.

Minamoto Tamako leapt up, her skirt fluttering. She snagged back the white notebook mid-air, holding it tight with her hand pressed against the skirt’s middle. Her cheeks flushed red, she stood motionless, the skirt only falling back in place once she steadied herself.

"What’s this?" Fushimi Roku couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen it.

"Uh... uh... this..."

Minamoto Tamako stammered, unable to reply, not even daring to make direct eye contact.

Fushimi Roku thought the Yuzi Beast was indeed dangerous; a moment’s carelessness, and she already had so much dirt on him. Of course, he wasn’t the petty type, and with just a light remark, he forgave Minamoto Tamako:

"You can use your remaining redemption vouchers to offset it."

Minamoto Tamako’s head shot up, eyes wide, a look of aggrieved innocence on her face, yet she couldn’t argue.

Her proud record-keeping suddenly became a boomerang, wounding her deep in the chest. Indeed, as some famous sayings go, prejudice against others is also a prejudice against oneself, slandering others is the same as self-slander, and when pointing a finger at someone else, the other four are pointing back at oneself...

Had she known, she wouldn’t have kept a grudge.

Minamoto Tamako felt deflated, like an eggplant bitten by frost, dejected and spiritless. She had spent half of her redemption vouchers on this trip, and now she lost the other half too, thoroughly reducing her to a state of poverty.

Wait, something isn’t quite right...

Suddenly, Minamoto Tamako realized, raising her voice to question: "That’s not right! These are clearly your bad deeds, why should it cost me my redemption vouchers? If anything, you should compensate me based on what’s recorded there!"

Fushimi Roku sneered, despite only catching a glimpse; he distinctly recalled the contents of her notebook: "’Mr. Fu Jian didn’t compliment the new outfit’, ’Mr. Fu Jian concealed the reasoning process and flaunted intelligence publicly’, ’Mr. Fu Jian didn’t help me up the hill’... Do these even count as bad deeds?"

"Uh, this."

Minamoto Tamako realized the ridiculousness too. While tracking grievances, she was purely in a vengeful, cathartic mindset, without considering if the deductions were valid.

"Still trying to argue, extra penalty! It’s your turn to compensate me now!" Fushimi Roku exploited this, planning to lower the danger score of the Yuzi Beast this way.

Successfully taming the Yuzi Beast, making her follow his lead, would naturally lower the risk factor, thus allowing him to do as he pleased.

Minamoto Tamako was a little flustered; without redemption vouchers, she could only apologize in a panic.

Fushimi Roku stuck to the adage: "If apologies worked, what’s the purpose of the police?"

Meeting the Evil Chant 3.0, Yuzi Beast exhausted her strength but couldn’t overcome it. She crouched down on the spot, covering her ears, fantasizing that if she were a roadside mushroom, she wouldn’t have to suffer these strange grievances.

After wielding the stick, it was time to offer a sweet date. Given that the Yuzi Beast’s danger level had decreased, Fushimi Roku thought it was safe enough to make contact.

With this in mind, he switched topics, proposing that Minamoto Tamako be his tour guide as a form of compensation.

Minamoto Tamako had no choice but to agree. She slowly stood up, secretly thinking how this guy really hasn’t changed a bit, his heart small as a needle’s point.

「Mr. Fu Jian is petty」

「Minus 0.1 points」

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