Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 777 - 473: Office Workers

Fushimi Roku gave a thumbs up: "I think it was really cool, Minamoto Tamako was really cool back then! She wasn’t afraid of anything, dared to do everything, full of energy every day, always working towards her goal! No matter what others said or thought, no matter how bad the world was, she never compromised!"

Minamoto Tamako’s face turned even redder, and she stammered, not daring to look Fushimi Roku in the eye: "What are you talking about, saying these things all of a sudden, it’s like shooting a TV drama, how embarrassing..."

Fushimi Roku suddenly clapped her small face with both hands, making her pout. Fushimi Roku shouted loudly: "Minamoto Tamako without an ahoge is so lame!"

"What?!" Minamoto Tamako flared up, mainly because her face hurt a bit, like she was slapped twice.

She suspected Fushimi Roku did it on purpose, but had no evidence.

"Yes! You snob! The most unfortunate criminal police! Little mountain gorilla! The office worker with a briefcase!" Initially, Fushimi Roku intended to motivate Minamoto Tamako, but he got a bit carried away with the insults, unable to contain his grin: "With a demeanor like that, you dream of becoming a famous detective and police chief? Dream on! No matter how hard you try, you’ll end up as a political ambitious type like a Director of Police!"

"I will never become my mom!" Minamoto Tamako shook her head, breaking free from Fushimi’s hands.

"Yes! That’s the spirit, shout it out loud!" Fushimi encouraged.

He tried to divert Minamoto Tamako’s attention, making her ignore the two slap marks on her face.

Even though there were many people in the convenience store, mostly office workers on their lunch break, Minamoto Tamako shouted out loud, like she was on adrenaline, raising her arm and cheering:

"I won’t become my mom! I’m going to be a famous detective and police chief!!"

"Not spirited enough! I can’t hear you!" Fushimi Roku stood up from his chair.

"I want to be a famous detective and police chief! I will fight for justice!!" Minamoto Tamako nearly jumped up.

"Now, immediately, wash out all the hair gel on your head, and then change into the attire of a famous detective and police chief!" Fushimi slammed the table.

"... But I have to work this afternoon." Minamoto Tamako suddenly calmed down.

She looked around, realized that passersby were watching them, as if looking at a nutcase and a little fool.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t let her calm down, otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain.

To continue the morning drama’s heroine’s emotional explosion, in front of everyone’s eyes, Fushimi Roku reached out his right hand, randomly picked a bottle of mineral water from the shelf, and without going to the cashier, directly opened it and poured it over Minamoto Tamako’s head.

Whoosh...

Minamoto Tamako was dumbfounded, drenched from head to toe.

Not only was her hair soaked, but also her suit and shirt.

"Let’s go, go home and change clothes," Fushimi Roku showed a considerate smile, grabbed Minamoto Tamako’s hand, and casually tossed a bill to the counter: "No need for change."

If this were a Japanese TV drama, this scene would be the heroine’s emotional climax. After experiencing all kinds of joys and sorrows, the heroine becomes more mature and more confused, but at this moment, she rediscovers her original intention and, hand in hand with the male lead, runs down the street in the classic Japanese drama run...

Minamoto Tamako admitted that this was indeed the picture in her mind. Maybe she was running too fast, her brain was oxygen-starved, entering a runner’s high.

But the reality was she was soaked, running on the street, her hair tangled by the gel, strand by strand, with two bright red slap marks on her face...

Fushimi Roku swore that in the future, he would definitely buy a camcorder to make up for the lack of photo and video functions on his phone.

The two ran all the way home, Fushimi Roku holding back his laughter the entire time, pushing Minamoto Tamako into the room, urging her to shower quickly.

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t wait for the cold water to turn hot, stripped off her clothes, and ran into the bathroom, holding the showerhead and washing frantically.

Then she shivered and finally calmed down completely.

What am I doing?

Am I not going to work this afternoon?

What about clocking in for work?

These three thoughts popped into Minamoto Tamako’s mind just as the cold water turned hot and washed over her, making her shiver again.

The bathroom mirror fogged up, becoming blurry. She simply rinsed a bit, turned off the shower, and inexplicably stood in front of the mirror in a daze.

She said she wanted to fight for justice... but what can she do now?

Shouldn’t she work diligently and stop doing outlandish things to avoid misunderstandings...?

Minamoto Tamako extended her hand and drew a simple smiling face on the glass. The water vapor gathered into droplets, and as they dripped down the mural’s edge, the smile turned into a crying face reflecting her own face.

Of course, she wasn’t crying; she just wasn’t smiling either.

Minamoto Tamako remained silent for a long time, and suddenly she realized that her choice wasn’t about whether or not to do something, but whether or not she was happy.

The human relationships, the unspoken rules of the industry, and those gray areas that couldn’t be explained clearly weren’t her concerns!

"That’s right!"

Minamoto Tamako slapped her face with her hand, shouting: "There are still cases waiting for me to solve! How can I just get disheartened and stop here?! I am the future famous detective and police chief!"

After speaking, she used a hairdryer to blow dry her hair, naturally letting the ahoge on her bangs stand up again. Tightening her small face, she imagined a detective coming out of retirement, envisioning the montage of outfit changes in her mind, like the shot of extending her hand out of her sleeve or the side scroll of buttoning up, ending with a confident and cool smile in front of the mirror.

She put on her little trench coat again and even carried her smokeless little pipe.

Everything was ready, time to set off!

Minamoto Tamako pushed the door open with a bang, the door panel smacking against the wall with a crisp sound: "Let’s go! Detective squad, time to investigate the case!"

She had already decided on the investigation target: "I heard there was a heinous murder case not long ago, and the victim was a judge..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Fushimi Roku lounged on the sofa, with legs propped on the coffee table, munching on chips and watching TV. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Minamoto Tamako realized suddenly, and then was both embarrassed and angry: "Did you say all those things just to trick me into coming home, so you could skip work and watch TV?!"

"Of course not," Fushimi Roku licked his fingers, noting the chip crumbs were the essence: "I just had a sudden thought and felt tired coincidentally, with chips on the coffee table just coincidentally...maybe today isn’t the best day to investigate; it’s better for staying home and resting."

Minamoto Tamako practically leaped over, grabbing Fushimi Roku by the collar, shaking him back and forth, loudly accusing him of his bad behavior.

Fushimi Roku picked his ear with his pinky, then took out a familiar-looking bill from his wallet, a Redemption Voucher Minamoto Tamako hadn’t seen in a while, and handed it over: "Let’s just forget about it this time."

"Only one white one?"

Minamoto Tamako was relentless, finally settling for two white Redemption Vouchers, overlooking Fushimi’s deceit in skipping work and sneaking slaps.

She immediately spent those two Redemption Vouchers, demanding Fushimi Roku accompany her to investigate the case.

"But that’s someone else’s case; you can’t just take over, can you?" Fushimi Roku was determined to slack off at home all afternoon.

Today, he fully intended to ditch work; even Jesus couldn’t change that!

"That’s true..." Minamoto Tamako reconsidered, realizing she had been led astray: "Wasn’t I never in charge of investigations before? We don’t have to lead; we can assist in the investigation, right?"

"Come on, working my tail off to catch the culprit only for someone else to get the credit is like being free labor for someone else," Fushimi Roku turned over, showing his side and bottom to Minamoto Tamako: "That’s silly. I’m not going."

"You have to go; you’ve already accepted the Redemption Vouchers!" Minamoto Tamako was well-prepared.

To maintain the currency system of Redemption Vouchers, and to keep his ear quiet, Fushimi Roku reluctantly got up, being dragged out the door by Minamoto Tamako.

Perhaps it was fate, or maybe it was someone’s deliberate actions, but just as they returned to the police station, another heinous murder occurred in Sugamo.

A congressman was dead.