Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 255: Fushimi Exorcism

After Ono Ken left, Fushimi Shika claimed that Section Chief Fujiwara was fine and he would wake up after a while, and the evil spirit would then disperse on its own.

Gen Tamako was skeptical. She observed carefully for a while and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Fujiwara Hō was breathing evenly and his face looked normal.

Yazaki Momo thought it didn't matter. If Fujiwara Takashi died, she could write the first-hand report herself. She had already thought of the title: "Murinan Haunted House: The Son of the Metropolitan Police Department Director Died from Being Haunted by an Evil Spirit"...

In short, Fujiwara Takashi was lying on the tatami with a peaceful look on his face, which made him more pleasing to the eye than when he was awake.

No one paid any attention to him. After lunch, Fushimi Shika took the others for a walk in the yard to digest the food under the pretext of catching ghosts.

Ono Ken acted as a guide and introduced the garden pond of Wulinan.

She claimed that the rockery in the garden had a long history, dating back hundreds of years, and was called "Dry Water Stone"; the pond also had a history of hundreds of years, and was called "Water Piano Cave"; the small garden also had a history of hundreds of years, and was called "Rainy Moon Tea Room"... After listening for a while, Yuan Yuzi felt that every blade of grass and every tree here had a history of hundreds of years.

As expected of a royal family member, he has a lot of historical background!

"Legend has it that whenever mountain rain soaks the Shuiqin Cave, if someone knocks on the pillars of the Yuyue Teahouse three times with a gilded tea ladle, they can hear the sound of tea being ground underground..."

Ono Ken's words became more and more exaggerated, from history and culture to folklore and strange stories: "At that time, the paper door will open without wind, and twelve pale faces will sit around drinking tea. The main seat is the vengeful spirit of Chongde wearing a straight robe and a black hat... Those who drink the last cup in the tea room will see their own drowned image appear at the bottom of the tea bowl!"

Yazaki Momo caught the key information and said quickly: "Isn't this the same cause of death for Miss Akishino? Moreover, on the night when Miss Akishino was in trouble, she said she heard the sound of a water piano..."

Ono Ken sighed: "It is because it is too similar to the legend that there is a rumor that Miss Akishino was killed by an evil spirit."

Gen Yuzi couldn't help but turn sideways, leaning back, leaning closer to Fushimi Kakashi, and muttered softly, "It sounds like a common routine in detective dramas. Murders are always linked to various legends and strange stories, but in the end, the truth comes out and it turns out that it was a human crime."

Fushimi Shika asked back, "So you mean Miss Akishino didn't commit suicide?"

Gen Yuzi has no clue now. She is very confused. The evil knowledge always lingers in her mind. In addition, Fushimi-kun has been playing tricks, making it impossible for her to reason normally.

After walking around, they returned to their rooms to rest. Onoken brewed another pot of Gyokuro tea and invited the three of them to taste it. It seemed that Prince Akishino really loved drinking tea when he was alive, so much so that his wife and maid kept the habit of drinking tea after his death.

Gen Yuzi knelt on the futon. She picked up the teacup with both hands, took a sip, smacked her lips, savored it for a moment, and said, "Hmm... It seems different from what Madam Kiko brewed... Ah, I'm not saying it's not good, it's just that the taste is different."

"Really?" Yazaki Momo was a little surprised. She took another sip and didn't taste any difference at all. She turned to ask Fushimi Shika: "What do you think?"

"I couldn't tell any difference." Fushimi Shika told the truth.

Ono Xuan skillfully poured water and said with a smile: "Ms. Yuzi is also an elegant guest. Ordinary people can't taste it. The tea leaves used by Madam Kiko are different from the tea leaves I use, so naturally the taste is different."

"Aren't they all Gyokuro tea?" asked Yuan Yuzi.

Ono Ken explained, "There is a tea garden in the backyard of Wulin-an. Prince Akishino personally selected, cultivated and planted the tea. The tea leaves used by Madam Kiko were all picked by her from the tea garden. The tea leaves I use are bought from outside."

"I see."

Yuan Yuzi took two more sips and felt refreshed, relaxed both physically and mentally. The fragrance of tea penetrated into her internal organs. She felt so satisfied that she narrowed her eyes in comfort.

After eating and drinking tea, everyone had nothing to do. Yazaki Momo felt a little regretful. It was not a good thing to come too early. It felt like she was staying at someone else's house and eating for free.

Fortunately, Ono Ken was very considerate in her hospitality. Seeing that everyone was bored, she brought a game of Go to entertain the guests. After drinking tea, Yuan Yuzi played Go again. She felt like a hermit. It seemed that it was not bad to live leisurely in the mountains like this. She could also enjoy the scenery when she had nothing to do.

Yuan Yuzi couldn't help but start to fantasize: she was wearing a kimono, with her hands in her sleeves, standing on the porch, looking at the autumn rain, inadvertently reciting a beautiful haiku, and exuding a master's demeanor...

It's so fashionable.

Fushimi Shika is a real bummer. He likes to regret his moves when playing Go, and even made some weird rules, like putting the pieces into the lid of the box after capturing them. If they fall outside, you lose... It's really weird.

Before she knew it, the sky darkened. The setting sun in the mountains was like fire, burning all the forests. When Yuan Yuzi came to her senses, the bright moon was already hanging high in the sky. She put down the chess piece and thought to herself that the day had passed so quickly!
The appointment time for Master Onoue was between 8 and 9 o'clock in the evening, but in the blink of an eye it was already past ten o'clock. Gen Tamako looked at the western clock placed in the corner of the wall and realized that Master Onoue was already an hour late.

Accompanied by a thunder, lightning illuminated the earth and a light rain began to fall outside the house.

The tea on the tatami was almost dry. Fushimi Shika sent the others away under the pretext of exorcising evil spirits, then he lay down next to Fujiwara Yoshi's ear, and told ghost stories in a sinister voice with a squeezed throat.

"An evil spirit is chasing you... It is horrible, twisted, and an indescribable monster... It wants to eat you, it wants to eat your soul..."

"You're scared...you keep running...you keep hiding...but it's no use, it always finds you..."

In order to make it seem more realistic, Fushimi Shika pressed on Fujiwara Hō and whispered: "The evil spirit has grabbed you...pressed on you...its tentacles are constantly moving on your body..."

Along with Fushimi Shika's devilish whispers, Fujiwara Hō, who was originally sleeping soundly, gradually frowned. His eyeballs moved restlessly under his eyelids and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

——Boom! !

Another thunderous explosion sounded, and Fujiwara Yu's heart was shaken. He woke up from his sleep. He let out a loud scream and struggled subconsciously with his hands and feet.

Fushimi Shika quickly turned over and evacuated, leaned over and patted his shoulder, and whispered to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, the evil spirit has left."

Fujiwara Yoshi gradually came to his senses. He sat up and felt a splitting headache and buzzing in his ears. It seemed as if he could hear Fushimi Shika talking through a layer of water.

"I, I...what's wrong? What happened?" he asked in confusion.

"You were attacked by an evil spirit and fainted," Fushimi Shika began to exude the social charm of Lv7. He smiled friendly and said, "But don't worry, I have dispelled the evil spirit."

Fujiwara Yu finally remembered that the last scene he saw before his consciousness faded was the sliding door that was about to open; after he lost consciousness, he dreamed that an evil spirit was chasing him, and he ran all the way, but was finally caught by the evil spirit...

The feeling was so real that Fujiwara Yoshi could even feel that strange touch still lingering on his body.

He couldn't help but shudder.

"Are you really a psychic?"

When Fujiwara Takashi asked this question, Fushimi Shika knew that he already had the answer in his heart and smiled with relief from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, I am the psychic detective Fushimi Shika."

(End of this chapter)