Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Minamoto Tamako's mind raced as she reviewed all the things she had always suspected, realizing there were quite a few things she wanted Fushimi to confess to. One mere dream seemed somewhat wasted.

"Can I only ask one thing?" Minamoto Tamako tried to recover: "Can I ask a few more things?"

"Then can I use the stamp prize multiple times?" Fushimi Roku retorted.

Minamoto Tamako's lips pouted almost to her nose; she was very unhappy with Fushimi hiding so many things from her, like secretly glancing at people's heads, mysterious study times, maintaining his figure without exercising, how he infiltrated the Aum Truth Sect, and whether he secretly ate the desserts in the fridge...

She deliberated and thought the matters in the dream were more important.

After all, the other things solely concerned Fushimi, while the matters in the dream involved both of them.

"Let's ask about the dream," Minamoto Tamako said, "What did I experience in your dream?"

"Are you sure you want to ask about this? Are you sure? Are you really sure? Don't choose and then regret it." Fushimi adopted the tone of a TV game show host.

Minamoto Tamako was indeed swayed; she sat back on her futon, holding her head in contemplation, finally making her decision: "Sure!"

"Are you really sure..."

"Alright, alright, really sure! You're so annoying!" Minamoto Tamako wished she could smash his face with a pillow.

Fushimi Roku also sat up; his original intention for designing the Redemption Voucher was 'repayment,' and now it was time for him to repay.

Moreover, he felt there was no need to hide from Minamoto Tamako.

Fushimi Roku truly wanted to find someone to confide in, but divulging itself is extremely dangerous. If you expose your weaknesses to others, you might receive only contempt, disdain, ridicule, and arrogant superiority.

He had similar experiences in his past life; he lost money in stocks and confided in his girlfriend, who criticized him for spending carelessly, having warned him against stock trading; he accepted cases that disturbed his conscience and sought advice from a teacher, who reprimanded him, having said legal professionals should prioritize conscience; he didn't lend money to a friend and shared his woes with another, who called him unsympathetic, having said not to value money too highly.

Those unspeakable words were his flaws, his inherent weaknesses, the side he couldn't show others.

If it were glorious, beautiful, positive, and uplifting matters, why would it be hard to express?

Everyone wants others to accept their entirety, but not everyone is blameless. We all make mistakes and need one or two people unconditionally by our side.

Kamei Yuurou said men discuss right and wrong, women discuss positions.

That's why men cannot do without women.

Fushimi Roku had already seen Minamoto Tamako's reaction in the dream; she didn't ridicule or criticize but was sympathetic and want to learn more; secondly, she was unwilling, trying to pull him back onto the right path.

"Where to start telling it..."

Fushimi Roku cleared his throat and said, "Let's start from when I was a child."

Minamoto Tamako displayed a listening expression, smacking her lips, thinking it'd be nice to have snacks to nibble on while listening.

But as she listened, she couldn't focus on eating, feeling that Fushimi Roku's childhood contained a sense of discordance, and couldn't help but ask, "Did you grow up in Japan?"

"No."

Fushimi Roku explained about crossing into another world, indicating he grew up in China.

Then, he repeated the words from his heart: "Being deceived doesn't feel good, does it? The real Fushimi Roku died long ago!"

Minamoto Tamako's eyes widened; she sat dumbfounded, her first instinct being to reach out and touch Fushimi Roku's forehead: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"I'm very calm, mentally stable, telling you the truth." Fushimi Roku shared his second deepest secret, feeling a sense of relief.

"Eh, who will be Japan's future Prime Minister?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

"I don't know much, I just remember Abe Shinzo." Fushimi Roku said.

"Why? Does he have outstanding achievements in office, or is he very famous himself?" Minamoto Tamako tried to find a logical flaw in Fushimi's words.

"He is indeed quite famous." Fushimi nodded.

"Eh," Minamoto Tamako still couldn't digest it: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously, yes, I might have altered part of history; Japan's issues are not predictable, but I can make some predictions about the United States."

Fushimi Roku rested his chin, recalling: "Currently, the president is Bush, right? Next, it should be Clinton, Little Bush, Obama, Trump..."

"Really?" Minamoto Tamako was so shocked that she used the Japanese drama catchphrase, 'Maji desu,' expressing disbelief:"So you can make money trading stocks because you know in advance which stocks will rise and which will fall..."

In her mind, she had a book titled "The Unsolved Mysteries of Mr. Deer", having trading stocks successfully at number twelve on the list of mysteries she always wanted to unravel.

When Minamoto Tamako saw him soaking his feet in red wine, she was angry with his extravagance, already mentally prepared for Fushimi Roku's failure in stocks and bankruptcy. Yet, she hoped day after day, not seeing even a hint of bankruptcy; instead, his life became more lavish.

While the Police Department's criminal police had to work hard for money, Fushimi was like taking leaves frequently, never caring about deductions for sick leave.

At this moment, Fushimi Roku shamelessly nodded and admitted along with her words: "Yes."