Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 844 - 507: The Meaning of Life (Part 2)

At present, Tokyo is under martial law, and everyone’s valuable recordings have been destroyed, so they don’t feel like strolling around, each returning home.

Before leaving, Oda Takamasa looked confused, continually muttering, "And then? Has that person been caught?"

"I don’t think so. If they were caught, the martial law would be lifted..."

"That’s true. Why do you think he dared to do that kind of thing?"

"Perhaps he’s not afraid of death."

"I’m not afraid of death either," said Oda Takamasa.

"Maybe there’s nothing he cares about anymore," Ogasawara Shunma didn’t take it seriously: "I’ll head in that direction, let’s get in touch when we can."

"Oh," Oda Takamasa pondered, heading towards another fork in the street: "Goodbye."

Ogasawara Shunma walked home all the way, schools were closed and on holiday, companies had turned to remote work, making the streets exceptionally quiet.

As soon as he entered the house, he turned on the TV, wanting to see the Police Department’s follow-up on the terrorist attack, but Fuji TV Station was always airing commercials, and other stations didn’t have any latest updates.

"What’s going on with that guy calling himself Fushimi Roku on the radio?"

"Could he also be a victim of Cat Island? Otherwise, why would he do those things..."

Ogasawara Shunma kept changing channels, looking for related news, when he heard the sound of water splashing in the yard.

He poked his head out and happened to lock eyes with Fushimi Roku.

The air in the small yard froze for a second.

The first thought in Fushimi Roku’s mind was to silence him, but he didn’t act and waited for Ogasawara Shunma’s reaction.

"Come in quickly."

Ogasawara Shunma lowered his voice, gesturing to Fushimi Roku.

Fushimi Roku said nothing, walked into the self-built house, and Ogasawara Shunma handed him clean clothes, suggesting he use the bathroom to freshen up.

The house didn’t seem to have ambushes, the surroundings were relatively safe, and Fushimi Roku was indeed exhausted and needed rest. He bowed his head in thanks, using his full level of social charm to win over the other’s goodwill, and began chatting with Ogasawara Shunma through the bathroom door:

"Doesn’t it seem strange for a stranger to suddenly appear in the backyard?"

Ogasawara Shunma listened to the sound of water behind the bathroom door, confirmed the guest was taking a bath, and inexplicably felt as if he too was doing something, his heart pounding:

"I know you... you are the one who broke into the Police Department..."

Ogasawara Shunma took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself: "I have many questions I want to ask... Are you available?"

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Fushimi Roku used his shower gel to scrub himself.

The filth from the sewer was really disgusting; if it wasn’t cleaned, walking on the street would be akin to a human biochemical weapon, definitely drawing attention.

"Well... Do you know Cat Island?" Ogasawara Shunma asked.

"Yes, I’ve been to Cat Island." Fushimi Roku replied honestly: "Did you watch the Dog Head Man Special? That Dog Head Man is me."

"Eh?!" Ogasawara Shunma was greatly shocked: "Really? Did you really kill so many cult members? Amazing! We’ve all been discussing, thinking the [Dog Head Man Special] is like the Kamen Rider special..."

"It’s true, but it’s not a glorious thing," said Fushimi Roku.

"Why isn’t it glorious? Just because the Ministry of Education said the recordings are banned? What do they know! If Mr. Oda knew, he’d definitely ask you for an autograph." Ogasawara Shunma said.

Fushimi Roku froze for a moment, suddenly feeling empathy with his fellow countrymen. After painstakingly concealing his true identity, he realized in the end that everyone liked the villain.

He influenced Minamoto Tamako, and Minamoto Tamako subtly influenced him.

"I’m glad you think this way." Fushimi Roku said.

"You’re welcome, a hero like you deserves respect." Ogasawara Shunma said sincerely.

"I’m no hero."

Fushimi Roku finished washing, dried himself off, and changed into the old clothes Ogasawara Shunma had prepared, which were a slightly faded red T-shirt and a pair of jeans, looking like someone who hadn’t left the house in a long time, living off of their parents.

He pushed the bathroom door open, seeing Ogasawara Shunma sitting by the door: "I’m just an executioner; seeing me should make you afraid."

"I’m indifferent now," Ogasawara Shunma said quietly, picking at the thorny edge of the tatami: "Now I have only one thought keeping me going, just want to find my daughter... Without this thought, living is no different from dying."

Fushimi Roku sat next to him, which helped increase social goodwill: "Do you think she went to Cat Island?"

"Don’t know, I’ve looked everywhere." Ogasawara Shunma said.

"Did you report it?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"Reported, but disappearance cases are usually not handled." Ogasawara Shunma said: "I even spent money to air a short ad on TV, only three seconds, spent four hundred thousand yen, no effect."

"Four hundred thousand for three seconds? That expensive?" Fushimi Roku asked, stroking his chin.

"Yes, after all, it’s a TV station." Ogasawara Shunma sighed deeply, feeling Mr. Fushimi was not as vicious as on TV, but rather a very gentle man, feeling much more goodwill, actively changing the topic: "Let’s not talk about me, why did Mr. Fushimi do that kind of thing? What’s next?"

Fushimi Roku leaned against the wall, thought for a moment, and said:

"There’s a Chinese proverb, ’Detest evil as one’s foe,’ meaning ’hate evil deeds like you hate your enemy.’"

"Like ancient sword masters or knights?" Ogasawara Shunma asked.

"I don’t have that kind of mindset, no intention of helping the weak, and don’t want to praise myself, nor like to boast," Fushimi Roku said honestly: "I just dislike them."

"So did you do that kind of thing?"

Ogasawara Shunma felt he did the right thing but didn’t dare to articulate the violence, only replacing it with ’that kind of thing.’

"Yes." Fushimi Roku nodded.

"Then what about yourself? Don’t you want to live anymore?" This was what Ogasawara Shunma was most curious about.

"I do." Fushimi Roku smiled: "If I didn’t want to live, then why would I run?"

"For you, is doing that kind of thing more important than being alive?" Ogasawara Shunma asked.

Fushimi Roku didn’t answer, just patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Life needs to be shouted."

Ogasawara Shunma was taken aback.

He didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence, but his head tingled.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door: "Police! Special search!"

Ogasawara Shunma stood up in panic: "Oh no, hide quickly..."

"No need, I’ve intruded long enough, it’s time for me to go." Fushimi Roku picked up the remote, helped him switch the TV to the criminal news hosted by Yazaki Momo: "See you again."

"Where are you going?" Ogasawara Shunma asked.

"You’ll know when the time comes." Fushimi Roku didn’t reveal it, to prevent Ogasawara Shunma from being tortured for information.

He pulled open the sliding door, jumped up, grasped the roof eaves, and pulled himself up.

Ogasawara Shunma hurriedly followed, looking up at his house roof, but saw no trace of him.

The knocking at the door got fiercer, and Ogasawara Shunma confirmed Mr. Fushimi had gone far, then feigned impatience to open the door:

"What’s going on! It’s early morning, can’t people sleep..."

The security team pushed him aside without a word, rushed in and searched thoroughly but saw no one, found the bathroom was wet, but Ogasawara Shunma didn’t seem like he’d showered, so they questioned him: "Where’s the person?"

"What person? It’s only me in my house." Ogasawara Shunma said.

"Then who was showering just now?" the security team leader asked.

"No one showered; I washed a cup after making tea." Ogasawara Shunma shamelessly lied.

The security team scrutinized Ogasawara Shunma, possibly having a stereotype about his appearance, thinking this kind of person could do such things, exchanged glances, and directly left.

Ogasawara Shunma closed the door, let out a long breath, and heaved a sigh, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He sat in front of the TV, thinking of taking a break but saw the TV switch to a frontline report.

Yazaki Momo, with her cameraman, aimed at the Police Department conference room wall.

Upon seeing the blood letters of [Heavenly Punishment], Fushimi Roku’s words echoed in his ear:

’Life needs to be shouted.’