Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 326 - 247: Link Link

The swaying vehicle like a cradle of sleep, the effect of the anesthetic was strong and Minamoto Tamako was dead asleep. She dreamed that a doll robber was chasing her, bullets whizzing past behind, scaring her into running blindly.

Suddenly, a door appeared in front, and Minamoto Tamako hurriedly pushed it open and entered, only to step into thin air. Behind the door there was actually a bottomless cliff, a strong feeling of weightlessness came over, frighteningly she shuddered:

"——Ah!"

Underfoot was a solid floor, Minamoto Tamako came back to her senses, she was lying on the table asleep. She drowsily lifted her head, feeling heavy, her breathing still stifling.

Opening her eyes, she realized she was wearing a hood, but still in her original clothes—a Lion King pajama set, plus a pair of cotton slippers.

Minamoto Tamako looked around, finding herself in a dim, cramped room with walls all white, no doors or windows, a long table in the center, with five people sitting around it, including herself.

The other four were also hooded, one wearing a dog mask, another a cat, a pig, and a cow, each dressed differently, all slumped over the table asleep.

What’s happening?

Minamoto Tamako reached up to remove the mask on her head when suddenly a voice broadcasted overhead, a burst of stirring music played, it was the hymn "Om Truth Light."

Everyone was startled awake, slowly raised their heads, looked at each other, the room filled only with the hymn, the atmosphere becoming oddly tense.

"Greetings, everyone."

The music stopped abruptly, an electronic female voice spoke: "Participants, please do not remove your hoods, trial rules are being drawn, please be patient..."

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako lowered her raised hand, since removing it was not allowed, she didn’t.

She recalled the last scene in her memory, she and her seniors being tied into a car, the vehicle slowly moving... which meant she was still under the bandits’ control.

Minamoto Tamako carefully examined the other four people. Apart from the man wearing the dog mask who looked a bit like Mr. Fu Jian, the others were unfamiliar, altered in appearance and dress from her seniors, notably absent of Sakurako.

Shouldn’t the kidnapper be asking Mama-chan for ransom?

What does leaving her in this shabby room mean?

Are the strangers with her also victims?

Where have her seniors gone?

Is Sakurako safe?

A string of questions popped into her mind, and Minamoto Tamako felt anxious yet dared not show it, having to sit in place and let things take their course.

At this time, the man with the dog mask seemed to notice her, eyeing her up and down.

Minamoto Tamako thought, could this person be Mr. Fu Jian?

She instinctively reached into her pocket for her phone, wanting to check how long she had been unconscious, but felt nothing, her pink flip phone evidently taken by the kidnappers.

Damn it...

That was a Christmas gift from Mr. Fu Jian!

Amid her anxiousness, Minamoto Tamako felt deep resentment. Kidnapping her was one thing, but dragging others into it? Even the seven-year-old Sakurako was not spared... those kidnappers were too reprehensible, deserving to be locked up in jail for severe reformation!

Especially Aunt Shirakawa, who colluded with the kidnappers...

Minamoto Tamako suddenly realized, isn’t it possible that group might be members of the Aum Truth Sect, retaliating because she had hit their branch—ugh, better the kidnappers!

At least the kidnappers want money, the cultists might want people!

Just as Minamoto Tamako was filled with uneasy anticipation, the broadcast’s waiting sound effect stopped, the electronic female voice spoke again: "Draw successful!"

"The trial for this round is..."

"Memory, memory, pairing."

"Rules are as follows: every five minutes, eliminate unpaired participants; before execution, eliminatees can randomly designate one person to ’sweet-loan’ them. The cycle continues until two surviving participants win."

As soon as the words fell, the mottled tabletop made a clicking sound, a gap split open in the middle.

Minamoto Tamako sensed something unusual, she looked down, a small drawer popped out to her right, containing four cards.

"Participants are to toss their pairing target into the card slot. If both parties select each other, pairing is deemed successful."

The broadcast paused for a moment, coldly announcing: "Countdown starts, wishing everyone ascension soon."

Minamoto Tamako looked around but saw no clock, only the broadcast beeping non-stop, apparently they had to count silently using electronic sounds.

"What a joke!"

The man wearing the cow mask was displeased, dressed in a heavy black vest, his muscular body pounded the table, the drawer shook, as he rumbled angrily: "I spent a lot of money coming to the island not for this inexplicable game!"

The island?

Minamoto Tamako caught the keyword, wondering, are they on an island? How long she had been unconscious?

Before she could ask, the uncle wearing the pig mask played peacemaker, suggesting everyone first do as the broadcast said, maybe the so-called "trial" was the threshold to selecting official residents... though they have admission ticket for visiting the island, it doesn’t guarantee a long stay!

Minamoto Tamako listened in a daze, vaguely realizing she might be different from the others.

The man with the cow mask snorted and didn’t adopt the pig mask uncle’s suggestion. He climbed onto the wooden table, shaking the chandelier, searching for the broadcast’s source, cursing: "Where’s the person in charge?! Is this how you treat guests? Damn it, show yourself!"

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t stand it, hurriedly advising the cow mask man to calm down, but it didn’t help.

She sighed, sat back down, reached for the cards in the drawer, accidentally touching another hand.

Minamoto Tamako turned to look, only to see the man with the dog mask wearing a trench coat stealing cards from her drawer.

"You——"

Before she could question him, the man with the dog mask suddenly raised a finger, whispered: "Shh... it’s me."

Minamoto Tamako recognized Mr. Fu Jian’s voice, she was overjoyed.

I knew, Mr. Fu Jian would definitely come to save me!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu Jian came so quickly, right after opening her eyes, they were reunited.

Wondering if it was still April 1, if she missed Mr. Fu Jian’s birthday, it would be a pity... she had carefully prepared a birthday gift for him!

After shushing, the man with the dog mask continued stealing cards. The woman with the cat mask was distracted by the cow mask man, not noticing the dog mask man’s sneaky moves—though the uncle with the pig mask did notice, he held onto his own cards but didn’t alert the others.

"Three minutes remaining," the broadcast announced again.

Minamoto Tamako felt an inexplicable sense of urgency, she looked down at the four cards in her hand, each printed with an animal’s image and labeled underneath:

Cat: "Prostitute"

Dog: "Bishop"

Pig: "Demon"

Cow: "Sacrifice"

...

Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt curious, wondering what her image was, and what her label noted...

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