Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 356 - 266 Minamoto Tamako VS Fushimi Roku

Chapter 356: Chapter 266 Minamoto Tamako VS Fushimi Roku

It’s definitely not Mr. Fu Jian outside the door!

Mr. Fu Jian would never say such frightening things! Let alone do such cruel things!

Minamoto Tamako widened her eyes, hurriedly covered her mouth, and held her breath, afraid to draw the executioner’s attention.

Fujiwara Homare didn’t dare to noisily claim that he was the Child of Destiny anymore, fearing that Fushimi Roku might kill him on a whim and silence him, too.

The two of them hugged their knees, hiding in the corner opposite the door crack, holding their breath, trembling with fear.

From the other side of the door came the faint sound of someone wiping a blade, followed by approaching footsteps, murmuring: "Hmm... is anybody there?"

Fujiwara Homare instinctively covered his mouth, holding his breath.

"Moshi moshi?"

The person still hadn’t moved, forcefully pushed against the door.

The shelves shook violently, indicating that the guy was quite strong. Fujiwara Homare, for some reason, had a brain freeze, couldn’t hold his breath any longer, and instinctively said: "No one’s here!"

"..."

Minamoto Tamako widened her eyes, sideways glancing at Fujiwara Homare, thinking how could anyone be this stupid?!

Come to think of it, this guy muttered about becoming immortal all day; it was quite bizarre. What sane person would believe that? Could he have some congenital intelligence disorder?

This shout also left the assailant outside the door in silence.

The situation fell into an eerie awkwardness; the person outside didn’t come in, and those inside dared not go out, both sides were in a deadlock.

Four or five seconds later, the person outside seemed to give up, and the sound of footsteps leaving gradually faded away.

Minamoto Tamako’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly relaxed, inexplicably letting out a sigh of relief, pondering perhaps she misunderstood Fujiwara Section Chief? Maybe there was a deeper meaning in that shout? Otherwise, why would the assailant leave? A normal person wouldn’t lie saying ’no one’s here,’ would they?

As expected from the youngest Section Chief of the Police Department, truly unfathomable, simply unfathomable!

Meanwhile, Fujiwara Homare’s heart was about to leap out; he regretted his shout the moment it left his mouth, wishing he could slap himself twice, wondering what stupid thing he was doing.

However, upon hearing the retreating footsteps, Fujiwara Homare was elated, considering himself truly the Child of Destiny, destined to become immortal, capable of turning any danger into safety...

The next moment, an announcement suddenly echoed in the corridor:

"The bet between Designer vs. Participants has officially begun!"

"The wager is this: Participant 9708 chooses whether to leave Cat Island. If she chooses ’stay,’ the Designer wins."

"Now let us focus the camera on 9708, hiding with another participant inside the World’s Navel, Believer’s Residential Area, miscellaneous storage room... The corridor scene is quite gruesome. The perpetrator seemed to realize there were others inside after hearing the broadcast."

...

Minamoto Tamako and Fujiwara Homare exchanged a glance and simultaneously picked up their rifles.

The former couldn’t help but whisper: "Who exactly is organizing such a cruel and perverse game?" The latter, also lowering his voice, was anxious, beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "How should I know? Anyway, that guy Asahara Shoko is definitely bluffing!"

Footsteps came from outside again, this time getting closer and closer.

Fujiwara Homare turned his head, his mind suddenly clear, and said to Minamoto Tamako: "They must be after you... how about you make a sacrifice, go out and lure him away?"

"Why don’t you go?" Minamoto Tamako began to doubt Fujiwara Homare’s morals, astonished he could say such selfish things.

"As the sole heir of the Fujiwara family, I am destined for greatness, to become immortal in the future; how can I sacrifice here..."

Seeing Minamoto Tamako unmoved, Fujiwara Homare had to think quickly, saying: "The door crack is too small, I can’t fit through! You’re more petite; you can squeeze out and distract the assailant, and when he passes the door crack, I’ll shoot him sneakily. Isn’t that a perfect plan?"

Minamoto Tamako was shocked, thinking Fujiwara Section Chief was indeed hiding his skills. She hesitated for a moment, realizing she couldn’t just sit and wait for death, and decided it might be better to take a gamble, also to verify if the assailant outside was really Mr. Fu Jian!

With this in mind, she gritted her teeth, telling herself to ignore Aunt Shirakawa’s head, swiftly sliding sideways through the door crack.

A strong scent of blood hit her face. Beheading causes massive blood spray from the neck, comparable to a human fountain; the bloodshed in the corridor was spectacular, with thick blood droplets even hanging from the ceiling, bodies and heads scattered everywhere on the floor, terrifying Minamoto Tamako to her core.

The perpetrator stood at the end of the corridor, holding a sword, blood dripping from the hood over his neck, the dog’s head filling with blood and grime.

Minamoto Tamako raised the rifle, aiming its muzzle at the Doghead Man, but didn’t pull the trigger.

The broadcast timely sounded: "Participant 9708, yes, it’s you, the cute girl in pajamas holding a rifle."

"Congratulations on successfully passing the trial ’Hide and Seek,’ earning a 100-point reward, which can be used to exchange for a ticket... Will you exchange for a ticket to leave?"

"By the way, identities of participants remain absolutely confidential during trials. Unlike the Aum Truth Sect, we won’t compromise ethics, never exposing personal privacy, so rest assured, participants."

...

Why ask at this moment?!

Minamoto Tamako stared at the Doghead Man, her little heart pounding fiercely.

Sakurako, Sister Yalan, Senior Watanabe, and Senior Kazama... they are all here, their lives uncertain; how could she escape alone?

But if she doesn’t run...

Minamoto Tamako swallowed, instinctively glancing at the bodies on the floor—many believers were holding rifles yet couldn’t escape death.

Could she and Fujiwara Section Chief really survive on their own?