Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 830 - 500: Honesty That Shouldn’t Be

"Good deed?! What good deed have you done this time?" Minamoto Tamako’s mind went blank, and she raised her voice involuntarily.

Fushimi Roku retreated into the corridor, his steps becoming smaller and smaller: "A lot, for example, Sakurai Chizuru, who was shot three times in the abdomen and didn’t die. She held a knife and went to stab Kawai, who didn’t even try to dodge. She probably felt like her life was over, so she resigned herself to fate..."

He took a deep breath, gesturing to Minamoto Tamako to calm down: "It was me who finished her off with a shot to the head."

Minamoto Tamako’s ears buzzed, and she almost lost her balance. It was Kujo Mutsumi who stood by her side and supported her in time.

She couldn’t understand why something like this would happen at her wedding... why Mr. Fushimi would choose this moment to speak... why they kept it from her until now...

Why couldn’t they have been honest from the beginning?

Fushimi Roku continued, confessing everything like pouring beans from a bamboo tube: "And the Great Snow Mountain shooting incident, it was actually because Instructor Shiseki lost his gun, there was no other hidden truth— I secretly engraved Heavenly Punishment on the bullets..."

"Is that why Instructor Shiseki resigned?" Minamoto Tamako’s voice trembled, her nose felt sore, and her vision gradually blurred.

"Yes." Fushimi Roku felt like a huge stone had fallen in his heart: "And the Sugamo Apartment massacre, that was also done by me, and I wrote the bloody words on the wall. The reason I had an alibi was because I had placed a tape recorder in my room, so I knew Kazama Tatsuya came knocking on my door in the middle of the night."

The hall erupted in uproar. This case was of a completely different nature than before— it was the grievous crime of massacring eighteen people!

The groom confessed his crimes in front of everyone; even if the bride forgave him, the laws of society would still judge the sinner— he not only ruined this wedding but also destroyed his own life!

’Does he know what he’s saying?’

It wasn’t just Kensaka Takataro; everyone present had this question in their minds. Mori Na covered her mouth, her eyebrows raised in shock— she never expected such an ending.

Such a heinous criminal chose honesty at the happiest moment of his life!

Then why did he lie all those times before?

No one could understand Fushimi Roku’s thoughts, including Fushimi Roku himself; he didn’t know why he was doing this.

Fushimi Roku only knew he had to speak out before the wedding, before inflicting irreversible damage on Minamoto Tamako.

He spoke without thinking, instinctively confessing, alternating between the demon Kawai and the little angel:

"And as for Kazama Chihime— oh, there’s nothing more to say, I killed her right in front of you..."

"The man in a dog-head mask on Cat Island was me, do you remember? You injured my calf at that time..."

"The unidentified female corpse in the desolate mountains was Miyazaki Shizuka. To be honest, I don’t know how she died— we were all hypnotized by her and lost consciousness. By the time I woke up, she was already dead."

"I took care of her body, tossed it into a crack in the mountain rocks, and engraved Heavenly Punishment on the stones..."

"Besides that, I also secretly smoked. The pressure of marriage is enormous for me; everyone here should understand, right? Wedding panic is a common phenomenon, and smoking a cigarette to relieve stress is only human..."

Fushimi Roku backed up to the chapel entrance, the light outside stretching his shadow and hiding his face in darkness.

No one stopped him, and no one knew what to do next.

Minamoto Tamako stood on the altar, wearing a white kimono, staring at him blankly, unable to say a word.

The deepest fear in her heart came true on the happiest day of her life.

In the end, the two of them were speechless.

Fushimi Roku felt like he needed to do something. Holding onto a sliver of hope, he attempted one last struggle: "Can you forgive me?"

"..."

Mori Na swallowed; she’d never seen such a despicable yet honest fiancé.

The guests all turned their heads to look at the bride; everyone wanted to know her answer.

Minamoto Tamako was dazed for a long time, the air seemed to freeze for a century. Tears slowly rolled down her face. Finally, she seemed to make a decision, focusing her gaze again on Fushimi Roku, whose expression was unclear.

"Alright," she said. "As long as you turn yourself in, I’ll wait for you no matter how long it takes."

"What if it’s the death penalty?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"I’ll arrange your funeral as a widow," Minamoto Tamako casually discarded the bouquet and took a step forward.

Fushimi Roku sensed danger: "Is there a second option? Like maybe you don’t forgive me yet, and I don’t have to go to jail temporarily..."

"No!"

Minamoto Tamako shouted decisively.

The next second, she tore open the long skirt of her white kimono with both hands, leaped off the altar, rushed to the nearest bodyguard, and pulled a gun from his waist!

Fushimi Roku ran without a word, only to hear a bang of a gunshot behind him, the bullet grazing his calf and hitting the earth on the lawn.

The chapel was thrown into chaos as the terrified guests ducked for cover.

Minamoto Tamako stepped on the back of the long bench, one hand holding the gun, the other lifting the remaining skirt of the white kimono, pursuing while shouting:

"Police! Stop!"

Fushimi Roku sprinted along the buildings that recreated the scene, shouting without turning back: "I’m a cop too!"

"Not from now on!" Minamoto Tamako shouted while running: "Call the police, arrest him!"

Kujo Mutsumi was the first to react. Instead of following his granddaughter’s instructions to call the police, he immediately took over the chapel scene, speaking into the microphone to the crowd: "We apologize for the small incident at the wedding... the groom was just joking, so please don’t take it seriously."

Tsuboi Michiaki, lying underneath a bench, was about to make a call but was pulled out by the bodyguards. The Kujo Family’s retinue and staff flooded into the chapel, confiscating everyone’s phones and notebooks.

"We hope you will keep today’s events a secret," Kujo Mutsumi paused, "Of course, if someone wishes to speak out, that’s fine too, but the Kujo Family will always remember the informers."

With that, he announced the end of the wedding and had subordinates escort the guests out.

Mori Na still wanted to know the final outcome of the couple, so she couldn’t help but run after them; Kensaka Takataro followed her, afraid that he wouldn’t receive half the bounty if she died.

...

Amid the guests’ discussions, Fushimi Roku had already run far away.

Minamoto Tamako, having endured long training, had enhanced endurance. Holding the gun, she continued to fire point shots to prevent Fushimi Roku from escaping in a straight line. For a moment, she seemed to be closing in on him.

But when her bullets ran out, in the blink of an eye, Fushimi Roku disappeared from her sight.

She stood on the highway in the suburbs, gasping for breath and looking around.

The cold wind blew in gusts; she kept wiping away her tears, continuously shouting Fushimi Roku’s name, but only the wind answered.

Minamoto Tamako threw the gun to the ground, hugged her knees with both hands, and squatted on the ground, sobbing.

She didn’t know how long she cried, maybe a few hours or perhaps only a dozen minutes, until she cried out all her tears.

When Kujo Mutsumi found Minamoto Tamako, the white kimono she wore had already turned gray and black.

"Let’s go back and rest early today," Kujo Mutsumi took his granddaughter by the hand.

Minamoto Tamako stood up and buried her face in her grandfather’s chest, asking with a sobbing voice:

"Why... why did she lie to me..."

"If she had told me from the beginning... it would have been only eight years..."

"But now... but now..."

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t finish her sentence.

Kujo Mutsumi sighed: "There’s no such thing as knowing beforehand; let him go, the Kujo Family will eventually find a better son-in-law."

"No!"

Minamoto Tamako suddenly raised her head, stepping back. She wiped away the marks of tears on her face and turned her grief and pain into the burning fire in her heart. Kujo Mutsumi looked at his granddaughter surprised, only to hear Minamoto Tamako say in an uncompromising tone:

"I must bring him to justice!"