Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 789 - 480: Salvation Lies in Turning Back

The streetlights elongated two shadows.

Fushimi Roku walked at the front of the alley. He knew someone was following him and also knew the alley was the best spot for an ambush, so he deliberately slowed his pace;

The stalker behind him seemed reluctant to miss this opportunity, gradually speeding up, seemingly indifferent to the fact that they were about to be exposed.

Took the bait.

Fushimi Roku wasn’t nervous; in fact, he felt a bit of glee.

His entrapment plan likely succeeded; as long as he could catch the culprit, the negative impact from the variety show could naturally be reversed—people only remember the successful, not how they succeeded.

By then, he could turn the tables and mock Watanabe Shun and others for their stupidity, and at the same time brag about his own wit and wisdom...

Fushimi Roku walked slower and slower, almost coming to a standstill.

He walked against the streetlight, pretending to be too scared to move, but in reality, showing a face of a plan coming to fruition.

As expected, the stalker suddenly reached out and patted Fushimi Roku on the shoulder. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Fushimi Roku unleashed his Lightning Five-Chain Whip, a move he created himself—essentially, slapping the opponent a few times with speed and strength to stupefy them, achieving an unexpected result.

However, his slap froze mid-air.

The stalker wasn’t wearing a mask or a hat and not even sportswear—just a regular, low-quality suit.

Upon seeing Fushimi Roku’s face, the stalker didn’t pull out a knife or any weapons but instead showed a delighted smile: "Mr. Fushimi, it really is you... I saw you just now and couldn’t believe my eyes."

Fushimi Roku looked up and down; before him stood a familiar-looking young man. Unfortunately, the streetlight was too dim, and they were almost at the end of the alley, making it hard to see clearly. Fushimi Roku had good eyesight, but it didn’t mean he could see black in the dark.

He recalled for a moment and quickly remembered, this was his ’prison mate’—the young man who went to the Aum Truth Sect to save his sister.

What was his name again...

As Fushimi Roku tried to recall, the young man awkwardly scratched his head, showing some embarrassment: "It’s me, Horie Kei... if you don’t remember, it’s fine. Sorry for bothering you."

Fushimi Roku remembered, followed by great disappointment; it turned out to be just an acquaintance wanting to say hello, making his excitement pointless.

"No, I remember you." Fushimi Roku said politely, then recalled something: "Weren’t you having ’bento’?"

Horie Kei looked puzzled. Having ’bento’ is slang among the police, meaning to be in prison, as prison typically serves bento meals, akin to the phrase ’eating jail food.’

Fushimi Roku had to explain: "I heard you were sentenced before."

"Oh, oh, I was too impulsive at the time," Horie Kei said awkwardly, "I behaved well in prison, so I applied for parole."

"Eh, is that so," Fushimi Roku was curious. As a lawyer, he had great interest in penal matters and, due to occupational habits, asked more: "You can apply for parole in less than a year? Was it intentional injury or intentional homicide?"

Horie Kei seemed reluctant to discuss this; he looked uneasy standing there: "It was intentional homicide... maybe because the prisons have been overcrowded these past two years, more mobsters being imprisoned, the housing is too tight, so they released some minor offenders."

"Intentional homicide also counts as a minor offense?" Fushimi Roku waved his hand: "No offense to you, just wanting to understand the prosecutor and court’s private stance."

"Oh, oh, is that so, but I’m not too sure what they think either." Horie Kei clasped his hands together: "I’m sorry I couldn’t help you."

"No need to be so polite." Fushimi Roku shrugged, then asked if Horie Kei had any other matters, implying he planned to ditch the conversation.

Watanabe Shun was still waiting for beer at home. If he went back late, the beer wouldn’t be cold and wouldn’t taste good.

Horie Kei also caught the hint, bowed once more to apologize, and then hesitated before saying: "I just didn’t expect... Mr. Fushimi has become a celebrity."

Fushimi Roku’s face fell immediately: "Are you talking about that ridiculous TV show? It’s completely fabricated."

"Eh? Is that so?" Horie Kei was very surprised: "Then your acting was really good, Mr. Fushimi, I didn’t notice any signs of acting at all."

"It’s called method acting. I like studying acting as a hobby; just did a little part-time at Fuji TV Station..." Fushimi Roku spouted nonsense, trying to clear his reputation: "Anyway, everything you saw was scripted."

"I see," Horie Kei suddenly understood, then said with a tone of regret: "That’s such a pity; I was just thinking of learning from you just now, Mr. Fushimi..."

"Learn what?" Fushimi Roku found it baffling.

"Like me, having a criminal record, it’s really hard to find work, and now I’ve come to terms with it, I don’t want to try hard anymore..." Horie Kei said, looking increasingly awkward: "Forget it, let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything."

Fushimi Roku read between the lines, realizing this kid wanted to learn the art of living off others’ wealth—the show had portrayed him as such a character, naturally making the audience believe he was skilled at understanding rich, beautiful girls’ psychology.

"It’s okay, speak up, young people should be braver." Fushimi Roku encouraged him.

"It’s just... uh... how to make wealthy girls like you?" Horie Kei humbly asked for advice.

Fushimi Roku was waiting for Horie Kei to ask this, he propped his chin up in a pondering pose for a while, then replied: "Probably... by being handsome."