Too much, she felt the pain in her heart. One thousand yen was already the limit. Anyway, it's like throwing money away, why not pick it up and recycle it.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Fushimi Rokki said with a straight face.

"Fine, you have guts, I appreciate a man with such backbone." Minamoto Tamako dug out a 50-yen coin from her little pig wallet, holding it up in front of her eyes with an expression as serious as if she was holding a diamond: "Add fifty more. How about it? Tempted?"

With that said, she slapped the coin onto the tatami mat with a "thwack," slowly pushing it towards Fushimi Roku: "I hope you won't be ungrateful."

Fushimi Roku glanced at the coin on the floor. This thing was equivalent to five dimes, at best capable of buying a piece of bubble gum or being used as change.

He couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn this set of talking skills?"

Minamoto Tamako sat up straight, holding a pipe, and hummed proudly twice, saying, "Not telling you."

"Did you learn from TV?" Fushimi Roku could guess without using his brain: "Why learn that sort of thing?"

"Who said that? I read professional textbooks, such as 'Subordinate Manipulation Black Art', 'Emperor's Heart Skill', '100 Things to Note as a Leader', 'How to Establish Authority in Front of Subordinates'..." Minamoto Tamako listed her little reading list, and then said, "Today is different from the past, I too am someone who needs to lead a team now."

Fushimi Roku never expected this one to think of herself as a leader, it seems genes of the Kujo Family have a touch of official addiction: "What team are you leading? A detective squad?"

"Not just that, I am now a full criminal police officer, with the authority to deploy patrol police." Minamoto Tamako raised her chin and said.

Oh, so it's swelling after turning official.

Fushimi Roku declared those books were nonsense, anyone who takes them seriously is a fool. But Minamoto Tamako didn't believe it, she thought how would you know whether they work or not without trying?

"Look, you're not mad at me anymore now." Minamoto Tamako quietly collected the thousand yen from the floor: "See, it's quite effective! This trick I learned from 'How to Establish Authority in Front of Subordinates', it's mainly using carrots and sticks..."

"Then where's my carrot?" Fushimi Roku interrupted.

Minamoto Tamako pouted, then flung a banknote with her little hand, pretending not to care at all: "Take it, spend as you please, it's just a little money. Follow me obediently in the future, eat well, live well, that's not an issue."

"Thanks for Lady Tamako's generosity."

Fushimi Roku picked up the bill, pinching the corners of the note, and displayed it in front of Minamoto Tamako: "But isn't the denomination printed incorrectly? Look at this character, shouldn't it be 'ten thousand'? Why is it 'thousand'? And these numbers, they seem to be missing a zero... Could it be counterfeit?"

Minamoto Tamako's face turned red, muttering incomprehensible things like, 'Men who are too material aren't charming', 'Being unhappy because of money is very foolish', 'I have plenty of money, but you can't be a gold-digger'... causing Fushimi Roku to laugh, filling the house with a joyous atmosphere.

"Forget it, I'm not dealing with you anymore."

Minamoto Tamako made Fushimi Roku happy, but ended up being unhappy herself. She huffed back to her room, stomping on the floor on purpose, hoping Fushimi Roku would come and coax her.

But Fushimi Roku seemed unaware of this, he directly laid out the bed in the room, lazily lying down, holding a glass craft in his hands.

"I'm going to take a bath!"

Minamoto Tamako deliberately dragged out her tone and said loudly.

Taira Sakurako, having finished washing the dishes, was lurking in a corner of the old house, holding a camcorder to secretly film. She turned the camera, capturing Fushimi Roku's reaction, this guy unscrewed the glass lid and was fiddling with the snow globe inside using his fingers.

"Is there anyone who wants to say something to me? If not, then I'll go take a bath!" Minamoto Tamako stood at the bathroom door, hesitating whether to go in or out.

Fushimi Roku still paid no mind, so she had no choice but to go take the bath herself, ignoring Fushimi Roku even while blow-drying her hair, going straight to bed after making it up.

That night, Minamoto Tamako enacted a one-sided cold war, not speaking to Fushimi Roku all along.

Until the next morning, after she finished grooming, she went out to buy bento, pretending not to be angry, and called out: "Time to eat."

Fushimi Roku stretched lazily as he came over, looking down at the bentos on the table, seeing nothing appetizing: "Why are they pork cutlets and chicken cutlets again, eating meals in the morning makes no sense."

"You want to eat tasty stuff, but won't eat rice, and want ready-made stuff, where can a convenience store have such things?" Minamoto Tamako was very displeased.

"Aren't steamed buns exactly that?" Fushimi Roku said.

"But you have to buy those from a steamed bun shop!" Minamoto Tamako sat down to tear open the packaging, still resenting her loss of a thousand yen, but without an excuse to vent her anger, she could only hold it in: "Hurry up and eat, once you're done, I'll go out and investigate the case."

Minamoto Tamako hoped that Fushimi Roku would plead to join her in investigating the case.

But Fushimi Roku's focus was clearly on a different channel: "Eh... even convenience stores in Hokkaido don't have steamed buns? How disappointing, no wonder Tokyo calls Hokkaido the countryside."

"It's already delicious!" Minamoto Tamako was very unhappy: "These pork cutlets just came out of the frying pan, look, the crust is crispy, inside is still juicy, the sauce mixed with rice is also very tasty, don't be picking at it."

"You who won't eat broccoli are saying that to me."

Fushimi Roku delivered a finishing blow, blocking Minamoto Tamako's words.

He, as usual, picked here with his chopsticks and there, only eating what he liked.

Minamoto Tamako finished eating first, she wiped her mouth, didn't rush out, but waited by the side.

That's right, she was waiting for Fushimi Roku to bring up the case.

After all, Fushimi Roku was also a member of the detective squad, surely he wouldn't stand by and let a murder case go unchecked? These past few days he's been enjoying playing 'gossip deduction games', he must be interested in that case.

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