Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Even sitting in his new office,

Fujino could still feel the oppressive atmosphere in the Metropolitan Police Department office.

The feeling that someone was always looking down on him, or even scrutinizing him, made him somewhat uncomfortable.

But he knew it was inevitable.

Mr. Hatoyama must have been considering his role through his secretary.

But he felt that his suggestions had already helped his friends in the First Investigative Division.

And investigating his own patients and colleagues...

We can't exactly call them all together to sit down and have a chat, can we?

As Fujino closed his eyes and imagined that scene, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Hanako, Saki, and Yui are bound to have a huge brawl.

Although neither Lemon Sauce nor Ms. Kitano developed any unusual feelings for him, they would only watch with smiles, thinking he deserved to be a scumbag...

Fujino subconsciously touched his head, thinking it best not to let them see each other.

Even if Saki once said she didn't care...

He didn't believe it.

But these women...

Let's take them down one by one.

He leaned back in his sturdy office chair, feeling a bit more relaxed.

Although he had previously enjoyed sitting in a professional doctor's office chair in Koki Takanashi's office, this feeling was completely different.

This is his own desk, chair, bookshelf, sofa, and office.

This independent office, less than 20 square meters, is the lifelong pursuit of many medical trainees in the hospital.

He stood by the window, the shadows from the blinds falling on his face, creating a play of light and shadow.

Fujino gently pulled down the baiye (a type of curtain), looking at the busy figures in the clinic, and for the first time truly felt his status in the clinic.

So he's already a de facto specialist doctor.

Although the exam results haven't come out yet, no one considers him the one who specialized in medicine anymore.

Oh, except for Assistant Professor Kobe, who was in charge of scheduling.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on his door, and Tsuchimikado pushed it open and entered: "Fujino-san, it's time to go to the clinic for your consultation."

Even with a higher position, his professional title remains that of a specialist in medicine, and he still has to see patients who register for regular appointments.

Only by obtaining that certificate can he stop working in the outpatient clinic every day.

......

Sitting in the familiar consultation room, Fujino looked at the boy in front of her.

He remembered the young boy.

I think I asked a really important question when I came to see the doctor last time.

It was that unlucky guy whose girlfriend asked him if he had ever dated an ex-girlfriend, right...?

What's your name?

"Hello, Dr. Kasuga Shinya."

Fujino quickly found his previous medical record in the system; it seemed he had suggested that he bring his girlfriend along for a checkup.

"Hmm... Kasuga-kun, are you still hung up on the issue from last time?"

It's really hard to say these kinds of things...

If Fujino put himself in Fujino's shoes, if he were questioned like that... he would definitely choose to find a new girlfriend, but he would also feel embarrassed.

Shinya Kasuga gave a wry smile: "It's kind of you to remember me, Doctor."

"This time it's something else... I feel miserable being with my current girlfriend, and I even have a girl I've always liked. I want to break up with her... but she always says things like 'we're the same kind of people'..."

He suddenly covered his head with his hands, bowed his head in front of Fujino, and poured out his inner turmoil.

Fujino pursed his lips.

What kind of script is this, where Xiao Chunan is manipulated by a wicked woman...?

The gesture of holding one's head in one's hands is a classic sign of a breakdown in one's mental defenses. This child has been completely ruined.

and......

He paid close attention to the woman's words.

What does it mean to say "we are the same kind"?

If Fujino is not mistaken, this is a form of mind manipulation called identity anchoring.

The other party used the concept of "the same kind" to firmly anchor him in a somewhat morbid relationship.

Fujino regretted his previous rash decision. He thought it was just a joke between boyfriend and girlfriend, but he didn't expect that there was such a heavy relationship behind it.

He listened as Shinya Kasuga finished speaking, albeit haltingly, and slowly unscrewed the cap of his pen, watching as the other man gradually calmed down.

His voice was gentle and soft: "Kasuga-kun, I think... I need to know your experiences in order to help you."

Would you like to talk about it?

Shinya Kasuga raised his head, his brows furrowed with hesitation.

After a moment, he silently shook his head.

This completely unusual situation piqued Fujino's interest even more.

Logically, his gentle questioning had already provided a way out; Kasuga should have readily confessed her past—that's the kind of reaction a young person eager to break free from their current relationship would have...

Shaking your head?

Does this mean a lingering attachment to the present, a fear of betrayal, or some other more outrageous, unspeakable secret?

He changed his approach.

"Let's change the subject... Can you talk about that girl you've always had a crush on?"

Hearing that Fujino didn't press the matter further, Kasuga seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and a happy smile appeared on his face as he answered, as if that girl had appeared in front of him.

"She's my classmate. She has long hair and a very delicate face. Her face isn't even as big as my palm..." He gestured with his hand as if showing off a treasure, and then continued, "She's also very tall, about 160 centimeters, and she always smells of lavender. I know that's the smell of the laundry detergent that her family usually uses."

Fujino interjected at the opportune moment: "Does it sound like a ray of pure white moonlight in the dead of night, making your heart flutter?"

"That's right!"

"So why do you like her?"

Chunri frowned, as if deep in thought: "At first... it was because she was cute and had a great figure... but someone like me could never confess to her. She was so unattainable, it was like..."

"A flower on a high mountain, untouchable and sacred?"

"right!"

A look of infatuation crossed Kasuga Shinya's face: "She's like a high-mountain flower displayed in a glass case, someone like me is only fit to watch her from the sidelines... and yet she's willing to treat me gently, even helping me drive away the classmates who bully me..."

"Even though you know that's not your moon, at this moment, it truly shines upon you?"

Hearing Fujino's poetic expression, Kasuga Shinya's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes! That's exactly how it feels! I know she wouldn't be interested in a piece of trash like me! I'm even... I'm nothing more than a maggot in the sewer... Every time I smell her lavender scent, I feel like I'm stinking."

"So, which of her clothes did you secretly smell?"

"gymnastics......"

Before Kasuga Shinya could finish speaking, he immediately realized what was happening. His face was filled with terror, his lips moved as he looked at Fujino, and there was even a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Fujino smiled and stood up, gently patting his shoulder.

"It's alright, Kasuga-kun. I won't tell the police about the conversation that took place in this clinic."

"Besides... the fact that you secretly smelled your white moonlight's clothes could be a big deal or a small deal."

He brought his mouth close to the trembling Kasuga Shinya's ear and whispered:

"Now I'm starting to wonder, is the person you're admiring the one you call your ex-girlfriend?"