Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 809 - 491: Wedding

In an instant, many images flashed through Minamoto Tamako’s mind.

From their first meeting, to their introduction at the police academy hall, to the massacre at Sugamo Apartment, the life-and-death separation on the green train, the ghostly shadow and Nue Poison at Wulin Temple, the life gambling game in Cat Island’s New World, Uesugi Shion’s revenge bombing terror attack...

And their first dinner at the Police Station, the first certificate from the Police Department, the waves at the old house in Hokkaido, the sunset in Izu Town, and every delicious dinner...

During Minamoto Tamako’s moment of distraction, the bedroom fell into a dead silence. She sat there motionless, as if petrified.

Fushimi Roku maintained his posture on one knee, looking patient, seemingly assured there was only one answer.

Kujo Mutsumi didn’t expect such a strong reaction from his granddaughter and quickly sat up, saying, "Ah, this, if you don’t want to, it’s not really urgent..."

"Wonderful!" Minamoto Tamako suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

"Eh?" Kujo Mutsumi propped up the bed with one hand, paused for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Fushimi Roku, hoping to catch an answer from his expression.

Fushimi Roku appeared calm on the surface, but internally, he was dead for a moment.

He knew that now it was the 1990s, an era when a bachelor needed just a bicycle to get married. The countryside in Japan and another Eastern country were the same; as long as the man approached sincerely to propose, there weren’t so many complexities.

Free love was still a luxury, and marrying someone you love was something many girls dreamed of.

They didn’t think about ’incompatible values’, ’no car, no house’, ’no emotional value’, ’feelings are not enough’, ’no sense of security’, ’too young to get married’, etc. In this era, as long as ’you like me, I like you’, it was enough.

Of course, most people could only obey their parents’ wishes, so perhaps it wasn’t a good era, and there was nothing to cherish.

Fushimi Roku felt he already met all the necessary conditions for marriage, including confirming a romantic relationship with Minamoto Tamako, buying a car and a house, having compatible values, providing emotional value (doubtful), and offering a sense of security... 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

But when the moment came, he still felt nervous.

This nervousness came from a baseless fear of gain and loss. When someone regards something as important enough, they can’t remain calm, even if a saint arrived.

The waiting seconds were exceptionally long, but at least he got the answer he wanted.

It was all worth it.

Just as Fushimi Roku was about to slip a ring on Minamoto Tamako’s finger, she turned back to her grandfather: "But, we won’t have time to hold a wedding..."

Kujo Mutsumi immediately sat up: "I’m feeling a bit better, I should be able to hold on until the wedding ends." He stretched his body, and his old bones cracked.

Minamoto Tamako hurriedly helped Kujo Mutsumi, instinctively withdrawing her hand, holding his shoulder, gently advising him not to exert himself.

Fushimi Roku was still kneeling, glaring at Kujo Mutsumi with a murderous look, signaling him to resolve this quickly.

"It’s okay, I’m fine, I’ll ask the doctor for some medicine..." Kujo Mutsumi clenched his fist, coughed twice into it: "I can probably last a week."

Minamoto Tamako looked distressed and whispered, "A week may not be enough, maybe I and Mr. Deer should have an engagement first..."

"No, it must be marriage!" Kujo Mutsumi’s stance was firm because engagement held no legal status.

Even if one side regretted it, it would only warrant moral condemnation.

"But there’s no time for marriage." Minamoto Tamako was adamant on this point.

"How can there not be time? No matter what wedding venue, grandpa can help arrange it within a week, all you need to consider is who to invite and when to register." Kujo Mutsumi talked without coughing anymore.

Minamoto Tamako hesitated: "That’s not the reason..."

"Then what is it?" Kujo Mutsumi turned his head seriously: "Just say it, there’s nothing that the Kujo family can’t do."

Minamoto Tamako hesitated for a moment, then spoke honestly: "It’s like this, Mr. Deer and I agreed that at our wedding, we’d invite all of Japan’s famous detectives and mystery writers to solve the Heavenly Punishment case..."

Kujo Mutsumi was stunned, glancing at Fushimi Roku, showing no interest in the Heavenly Punishment case, only curious why Fushimi Roku agreed to such a thing.

Fushimi Roku was still kneeling, meeting eyes with Kujo Mutsumi, and slightly shook his head.

He had not agreed to this at all.

Minamoto Tamako continued: "I’ve prepared a large sum of money to hire the famous detectives and mystery writers, along with a prize, so you won’t need to pay, Grandpa..."

She indeed prepared a large sum, money from the prize at Cat Island, about 25 million yen.

Later, for investigation costs, she used a small part of it, then gradually replenished it after payday, and in another bank account, she still had a 25-yen balance, which she privately termed as "investigation fund."

But its actual purpose felt more like a marriage fund, because Minamoto Tamako’s dream wedding took place amidst a case-solving.

Finally, Minamoto Tamako sighed and pointed out the difficulty: "One week is far too short, let alone solving the case, it’s probably only enough to retract the invitations."

Kujo Mutsumi knew his granddaughter could be stubborn, a bit of a one-track mind, and understood but pretending too long might let Minamoto Tamako notice flaws, so he could only try to persuade her to abandon the idea:

"Can’t this... be done after the wedding?"

Minamoto Tamako shook her head, earnestly saying: "I promised, I have to solve the Heavenly Punishment case! I told mom, I promised Kawai too! If the case isn’t solved, there’ll be no marriage... because I’m not just a girl driven by love."