CHAPTER 451: CHAPTER 338: GO TO HELL, MR. FUSHIMI!

In an instant, Fushimi Roku’s brain was running at lightning speed, brain cells burnt out, just like Thanos snapping his fingers, and now it was his turn to disintegrate into dust.

Earlier at the Kazama Family residence, he heard footsteps outside the door, and noticed the door was unlocked when he returned home. He originally thought Minamoto Tamako was downstairs throwing out the trash, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

—There’s a thief in the house!

Fushimi Roku pointed at the woman and exclaimed in surprise, "There’s a thief! A thief! This person actually broke into the home of a police officer!"

He turned his head to look and saw Minamoto Tamako with her head down, her bangs hanging down. She was tightly clenching her fists, her body trembling, clearly on the verge of an outburst.

"It’s not what you think..."

Fushimi Roku uttered the classic phrase of a scumbag.

Minamoto Tamako actually knew exactly what was going on; her ears were more sensitive than Fushimi Roku’s. Earlier, she heard the door open and knew someone entered. Since she was giving Fushimi Roku the cold shoulder, she didn’t leave the room to check—later, when Fushimi Roku came in, she only doubted whether her hearing was as good as before.

Minamoto Tamako knew Mr. Fu Jian was innocent, but that didn’t stop her from being extremely displeased.

Why didn’t this woman go to someone else’s house? Why did she have to come to Mr. Fu Jian’s bed? Fine if she got on the bed, but why did she also take off her clothes?

Ugh!

Indecent bad woman!

The woman on the bed also noticed them. She rolled over to sit up, the bedding sliding off. Fushimi Roku looked down and saw she was wearing a tube top, feeling a sense of disappointment.

Minamoto Tamako locked eyes with her, her eyebrows shooting up. She staunchly defended her territory, glaring fiercely at the other.

She had never seen this woman before; her appearance and expressions looked quite unfamiliar.

Even if Minamoto Tamako wanted to be picky, she couldn’t find any flaw in the woman’s appearance—she wore a princess cut hairstyle, which was a bit tousled from her sideways lying posture, her gaze as clear as a girl’s, and her stretching looked like a lazy ragdoll cat.

Fushimi Roku also didn’t immediately recognize her; the woman’s aura had changed too much. Fortunately, Fushimi Roku could check the system entry, glance at the top of her head, and know who she was.

"Criminal index: 1%"

"Vices: ???"

"Clearance Reward: Uesugi Shion is not guilty"

...

Minamoto Tamako loudly questioned who she was, adopting the stance of a Criminal Police officer, sternly warning the intruder that illegally entering a residence violated Article 130 of Japan’s criminal law on home intrusion, and could result in up to 3 years’ imprisonment or a fine of up to 100,000 yen!

Uesugi Shion seemed scared, hurriedly ducking under the covers, covering her head with the bedding, trembling on the bed.

"Don’t play dumb! Taira Miyaka..."

Minamoto Tamako clenched her teeth thinking this person’s waist-to-hip ratio was ridiculously exaggerated, clearly sticking it out intentionally to seduce men—who hides under the covers ignoring their behind?

Minamoto Tamako leaned over and reached to tug at the blanket but couldn’t pull it away; this person was quite strong, which made her even angrier. She turned to question Fushimi Roku, "Who is she? What is your relationship with her? And what’s with the handcuffs at the bedside?"

The first two questions were easy to explain, but the last one stumped Fushimi Roku.

"Uh, this..."

He thought for just two seconds, not responding immediately, which instantly ignited Minamoto Tamako’s explosive mood.

"Liar! I knew it, I didn’t say anything like that last night! It’s all made up by you! Last night, who knows where you were fooling around!"

Minamoto Tamako stomped her foot and turned to leave; she couldn’t bear to watch the lecherous pair cavorting on site any longer. Fushimi Roku hurriedly chased after her, shutting the room door behind him to prevent the female thief from sneaking out.

He grabbed Minamoto Tamako, insisting he hadn’t gone anywhere last night, and said she could ask Taira Sakurako—Sakurako was up late last night secretly reading comics with a flashlight and was a reliable witness.

While the two were enacting a melodramatic soap opera tragedy in the living room, there came a sudden rush of knocking at the entrance: "Is the homeowner home? Excuse me! Is anyone there?"

Upon hearing, Fushimi Roku took the chance to open the door, looking for an opportunity to catch his breath.

Minamoto Tamako, left without someone to argue with, had no choice but to pause the war. She crossed her arms and leaned against the sofa angrily, stewing alone.

Mr. Fu Jian actually hemmed and hawed, not immediately clearing himself, maybe he really had something with that bad woman...

That wasn’t the worst part, the main issue was Mr. Fu Jian was clearly lying; what happened last night was definitely different from what he said, otherwise how could he explain the handcuffs at the bedside?

She had already noticed: there were marks on Mr. Fu Jian’s wrist, the wound long scabbed. It wasn’t caused in the last few hours; it was most likely last night when Mr. Fu Jian attempted to forcibly escape the handcuffs and got hurt...

Minamoto Tamako increasingly wanted to uncover what exactly happened last night.

On the other side, Fushimi Roku went through the entrance and opened the front door, where two nurses in blue uniforms stood, followed by two bodyguards in suits.

Fushimi Roku felt baffled, asked what they wanted.

The two looked at each other, and the slightly older nurse took the initiative to explain they were staff from the National Mental and Neurological Medical Research Center Hospital. A hospitalized patient had escaped the hospital early this morning, and the two men in trench coats behind them were the patient’s ’family.’

They traced her here, asking Fushimi Roku if he had seen a girl with a princess cut hairstyle.

Fushimi Roku was delighted, immediately inviting all four into the house, asking them to explain again to the angry Minamoto Tamako.

After listening, Minamoto Tamako felt somewhat embarrassed, thinking she shouldn’t have been angry at a mentally ill person—but this couldn’t conceal the fact Mr. Fu Jian lied. She wasn’t mad at the stranger, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t angry with Mr. Fu Jian!